Oh Dear - A George Weasley x Reader Story

~Tea~

After the kettle boiled, George poured the water and placed a tea bag in each cup; asking me what flavour I wanted beforehand, I told him to surprise me. He smirked before picking out a bag and putting it gently into the yellow cup and handing it to me, the smirk had made me hesitant to drink it so I held it close to me instead of taking a sip. It was too hot to drink straight up anyway.

"I'm going to go back to my room, wanna come up love?" He asked me whilst his back was to me, carefully picking up the remaining cups.

"I-uh sure!" I'm not sure why I stammered, if you asked me, I wouldn't be able to tell you, which is why I'm so glad that George didn't ask. Instead he took the lead up the stairs to his room and I followed loosely behind as I questioned what had just occurred. When we got to his room after avoiding the floorboards that creaked and walking past Mr Weasley who looked very much asleep, George stopped in front of the door labelled 'ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK'. He attempted to juggle the two cups he was holding and when I offered to help he shook his head at me and tried desperately to hold both cups in one hand.

"For goodness sakes George, just let me open-" that's when it happened, he dropped a cup and I darted for it. I caught it but not without spilling my tea all over the both of us, my shirt was soaked, my white, now see through shirt was soaked and George was definitely not staring at my face, "My eyes are up here tea-boy."

George, who was caught off guard and highly embarrassed that I just called him out, made eye contact with me before looking at his own shirt which too was soaked. I opened the door to see Fred who was sitting on his bed with a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink. He looked up and burst into laughter, "Merlin's Beard, what happened to you two?"

I walked in holding my now almost empty cup with George behind me who closed the door and swiftly took off his shirt after carefully placing the other cups down.

"Nice shirt by the way (Y/N)," Fred smirked, looking me up and down.

"Shove off it Fred," I replied, I wanted to be annoyed at that comment, I really did, but Fred was right; this whole situation was hilarious. I placed my cup beside George and Fred's before George turned around holding his Christmas sweater that his mum had made for him, a big yellow G placed carefully in the middle of the deep red wool.

"Here, you can wear this until we get your shirt cleaned," he chucked it at me and I caught it skilfully.

"Thanks," I studied the jumper for a bit, unsure how to continue.

"Gods (Y/N), just turn around," Fred laughed, "We won't look."

I eyed him nervously before turning around, he was right, I was being ridiculous. I lifted my shirt over my head, careful not to get tea on my face and tossed it on the ground. Suddenly aware I was standing in my black flared pants and a bra, I became very nervous whilst I fiddled for the widest opening in the jumper.

Looking up at the wall I saw a mirror, in the mirror I saw Fred elbow George in the side to get his attention, George turned around and made eye contact with me in the mirror, I groaned, "Come on guys, you said you wouldn't look!"

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of you know!" Fred responded, earning a clip over the ears by his brother and looking down as I pulled George's sweater over my head. It was comfy, and oh so warm, a little big but that just made it better, "I knew we let Mum put that mirror there for a reason."

"You are disgusting Fred Weasley," I scolded as I sat on George's bed as he pulled a shirt over his own head, he sat next to me as I crossed my legs over one another, "What are you writing Fred?"