George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

26 - The Oaktree

True to his word, George did actually start to pay more attention to what he was doing and whether it was entirely safe or not. Sure, there were moments where his safety was definitely rather jeopardized, yet he still somehow managed to ensure that he was more careful than usual - it seemed to be that while Fred was taking action on the pranks they enjoyed playing, George was planning them, behind the scenes, away from the trouble. He was doing this so extensively that Fred began to wonder if he'd gone completely sour.

'George!' you heard him whine one morning, descending the steps from the boys' dormitories. 'Why are you so boring now? I can't do all this on my own!'

George tilted his head at his twin, shifted his focus from you and made a face,

'Boring? I'm planning all this stuff! I'm the mastermind.'

Fred made a very exasperated noise, and you scanned the Wizard's Chess board sitting on the table between you and George. 

'Knight to E4.' It knocked one of George's pieces out, and you grinned in triumph.

'You're good at planning but you're no fun anymore!' Fred complained, standing behind George now, appearing quite fed up. 'Why have you become so... safe?'

You glanced at George with a questioning expression. 'Hold on, this isn't about me, is it?' you asked, praying it wasn't.

George swallowed, staring at the chess board nonchalantly, while Fred looked between you, his arms folded.

'Well, I just don't want you to be worried that I'm gonna die or something', he muttered eventually, picking at the wooden table.

You let your jaw go slack a little, and shook your head,

'I don't want my extensive worrying to be the reason you don't have fun.'

'Pawn to D3.' 

'George!'

George looked up from the chess board and held his hands up in surrender.

'What? You were distraught!'

Fred threw his head back and slouched onto the chair behind him, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes awfully vigorously. Once he stopped, he appeared as if he'd been doing hard drugs for quite some time.

'I don't want to be the reason you're not having fun anymore', you said, calculating your next move at the same time. 'Bishop to A4.'

'Wait, you're the reason?' Fred cut in, leaning forwards on the chair. 'What have I missed this time..'

'Ron told us, Fred', George answered unheedingly, 'you know, the death omen.'

Fred exaggerated a loud sigh and once again slouched into the chair. 'Those death omens are a whole bunch of crap.'

You felt a weird tightening sensation in your abdomen, and it made you feel belittled and small - you wanted to yell at Fred for being so insensitive - but still you sat there, analysing the game in front of you, ignoring it just like every other pain you had been feeling for the past couple weeks.

'They are, but y/n doesn't want anyone she's close to dying', George said apathetically, and his lack of enthusiasm jabbed you a little. It felt like he was mocking you - an emotion you'd never received like that from him before - and it wasn't particularly pleasant to experience.

'I dunno why you worry about those things y/n, they're dumb as-' Fred had began to prod again, but you cut him off, fed up with being brushed to the side.

'Alright! I get it!' you exclaimed, volume in your voice, quite taken back by how you'd suddenly become so irritated, 'I'm pathetic! Wow! Is that what you're both saying? Ooh, poor y/n, afraid that someone close to her is gonna die!'