Oh Dear - A George Weasley x Reader Story

~The Beginning~

Cold. Hot. Which was it? Too cold without the quilt, too hot with it. Too superstitious to kick my feet out from the blankets, too hot to not. It was late August, the holidays before the beginning of a new school year. I had worn the wrong pyjamas, it wasn't cold enough for what I was wearing. Frustrated, I kicked off the blankets and crawled up off the mattress, careful not to wake Ginny or Hermione who were sharing Ginny's bed. This year, end of term holidays are at the Burrow. My relation to the Weasley's? The twins. The troublesome, toilet-blowing-up, hair-colouring, food-poisoning twins. I met them in my third year of Hogwarts, after having to spend an afternoon detention with them in Professor Snape's classroom. It was their fault of course, but I stood up for them.

"Would someone care to explain why Mr Flint's potion is not in his cauldron but all over him?" Snape had growled, clearly accusing the twins as he glared at them.

"Why, Flint wanted a shower," one had said.

"We just helped him," the other had retorted.

I, the innocent Hufflepuff bystander with nothing to do with the situation who had no reason to butt in, decided to share my thoughts. Not intentionally of course, I had meant for it to be nothing but a mutter under my breath; unfortunately it found its way to Snape's ears.

"If the git wasn't asking for it, maybe he wouldn't be soaked right now," I had blurted out, shocking everyone of my classmates and earning two smirks of approval from the twins. Snape however, did not agree with my statement and decided it best that I spent detention with the twins.

Three years later, I'm carefully picking my way around Ginny's room, avoiding the creaky floorboards, and deciding I might as well wake up seeing as though the sun is beginning to rise. I picked out some clothes suitable for this weather from my suitcase before stealthily exiting. Gently closing the door and making sure the door handle didn't click as it settled back into place. Making my way downstairs, weaving through halls and finally finding a bathroom, I carefully opened the door before preceding to get changed and head down to the kitchen. By the time I reached the kitchen, the sun was turning the sky a bright orange. I lent over the sink to pick out a cup from one of the cupboards when I sensed a figure watching me, eyes boring into my back.

"Are you going to help me or watch me struggle George?" I huffed as I turned around to face the twin that was coolly leaning against the kitchen bench behind me. He stood up with a smirk before walking over to tower beside me.

"I don't know, you're pretty cute when you're struggling like that," he teased before reaching into the cupboard with ease and picking out a plain cup. Yellow of course, another reminder that I was in a different house at school compared to everyone else in this place. I'm certain that was intentional. He picked another two out for himself and his brother, those cups had their initials on them.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked as he walked over to the kettle to turn it on, knowing why I was stretching for a cup.

"Fred and I were trying to come up with new products for the shop," he yawned mid sentence as he put the kettle atop of the stove and turned the heat up, "What about you?"

"I couldn't sleep."

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Hi there! Author here, sorry for such a short chapter! I promise the next is far longer ;)