Undesirable (George Weasley)

6

A few days after our late night adventure, the air around George and I changed. It was more teasing and light hearted, yet a comfortable awkwardness also hung. We blushed whenever we saw each other, and George took charge in rubbing circles behind my hand whenever we ate meals together from beneath the table. Of course, neither one of us were brave enough to admit our feelings for one another, so we instead remained in this phase for the remainder of the summer.

Ron had received an owl from both Harry and Hermione, who were set to be arriving through the day today. Hermione was the easiest to retrieve, as Arthur had went with Ron to quickly retrieve her via floo powder.

Harry, on the other hand, required far more persuasion from his Aunt and Uncle.

Arthur had sent them a letter through the mail, as he had thought it would be more respectful in that manner. I agreed to help, as I was the only other one in the household that knew how to use the muggle mail, yet laughed when Arthur put the entire package of stamps on the backside of the envelope. I didn't really see any harm in it, and just let the mishap go. It was sure to be quite the adventure into the Dursley's home anyhow, so why not get a bit of fun from it?

At noon, Arthur rounded up Ron, the twins, and I as he thought I would understand communication with them the best. I tried to explain that flooing into their home probably wouldn't be the best tactic to revive Harry, yet he insisted that they knew their arrival was taking place.

"Anyways," Arthur had said. "How else would we get there?"

So, standing in the Weasley's fireplace, Ron and I went first, followed by the twins and Arthur. I have never traveled by floo powder before, and didn't quite know what to expect, but I definitely did not think I would be crashing against some glass barrier along with a few miscellaneous other rubbish left in front of the fire place.

There was a scream from Petunia, another whoosh from behind me, and the sound of feet running down the staircase. I winced, as a sharp pain went through the side of my hand, and I noticed a piece of glass was carved into the side of it. Ignoring it for now, I pushed aside to allow Arthur to explain himself, but as he came through, the fireplace suddenly took flame. The curtain next to it caught fire, and I jumped back in surprise. As quickly as the fire started, Arthur swished his wand and fixed everything in a blink of an eye.

"NO MAGIC NO!" Vernon, who I knew too well from the series, yelled as Arthur hurriedly stuffed his wand back into the pocket of his jacket.

"No magic, Mr. Dursley. I'm Arthur Weasley, sent the letter to you earlier this week? I'm hoping to get Harry and then we'll be off."

"You were the idiot that sent the latter with all the stamps in the back?" Vernon sneered, and Arthur's kind expression wavered for a second.

"I thought you would have appreciated it through the mail, instead of through owls."

As Arthur and the Dursley's had quite the uncomfortable conversation, George and Fred bang snickering behind me. Fred held up the piece of candy, and I eyes it suspiciously. I suddenly remembered this moment, and stifled my laughter and he dropped the candy to the floor and subtly moved towards the fireplace, George and I taking his lead.

Harry's fat cousin eyes the candy and immediately ripped open the wrapper. As he plopped the candy in his mouth, Harry came down with his luggage and Fred and George exclaimed that they were now ready to go. As we moved to the fireplace, Dudley suddenly began choking, as his tongue began to enlarge. His mouth dropped open, and his tongue began to grow far past his feet.

George grabbed my arm, and we were quickly whisked away as a shriek could be heard from Petunia. The second we got back from Harry's, the twins ran. And in the off chance I would also be blamed for their prank, I ran guiltily with them.

A minute passed before everyone else arrive with a large crack from Arthur's apparition, and a bellowing FRED, GEORGE could be heard from downstairs. Multiple pairs of steps could be heard making their way up the staircase, as I quickly recognized Harry's mishappen hair.

"That was brilliant!" Harry said, acting catching his steps from running up the multiple stores. Ron's head popped in after, laughing at the twins horrified expressions as Arthur rounded the corner.

"It was not brilliant. Both of you, denome garden. Wait until I tell your mum."

When Molly had returned from gathering groceries, Arthur's backbone had suddenly went limp. When asked why the twins were denoming the garden, the only explanation Arthur had was "because they wanted to." And Molly, who was not willing to push the subject further, took the answer as truth and went to prepare dinner for now very filled household.

The twins came in, and the three of us headed towards Ron's bedroom, as I haven't been able to properly introduce myself to Harry or Hermione from the day that we've endured. Upon walking in, all three heads turned, two of the faces twisting in slight confusion at the random addition to the Weasley household.

I started to talk, but Fred cut me off and introduced me instead.

"This is Sabrina, she randomly showed up at our house one night and is from the future. Pretty neat, huh?" He shoved Harry's shoulder, who looked even more confused, and I slapped my pale against my forehead. So much for a good first impression.

"Thanks Fred, I think I'll take it from here. My names Sabrina, and a port key took me here randomly at the beginning of summer. The Weasley's were kind enough to take me in, and now I kinda live here as I have no idea how I got here or anything else from that moment anyhow. You can ask questions I guess, I'm not really sure how to continue..." I glanced at the twins, who were holding in their laughter, and rolled my eyes.

For the next hour, I spent swapping every detail of my life following up to the moment I got here with Harry and Hermione. The twins found many of my stories interesting, especially of the IPhone thay muggles will eventually own. I left out the part of them being a story in my universe, as even I felt that something was off about the way the Harry Potter series were written. If anything, they were history books to me now.

Arthur interpreted our story time, claiming that we had an early morning in order to reach the port key that morning. I bid my goodbyes, and started heading towards Ginny's room when a warm hand grabbed my waist from behind.

"I wanted to say goodnight. Is that alright?" George asked me. He held me with one arm around my waist, and towered over my shirt figure. He smiled kindly down at me, and suddenly I felt incredibly shy. He lifted my chin and bent down, kissing my forehead and the pulling me into a warm embrace.

"Goodnight, Sabrina." He mumbled against my shoulder.

"Goodnight George." I whispered when he let go, us both moving to our rooms in silence.

Crawling into bed, I brought my hands up against my cheeks. The warmth of my blush radiating against my palms, and I smiled into the memory of George holding me. I've never slept better in my entire life