ANNA'S POV:
After peaceful days at home with Mum and Dad followed by a blissful Christmas and a warm, laughter-soaked New Year at the Burrow, the time had finally come to return to Hogwarts.
I stood in Ginny's room, the one we'd been sharing all holiday, trying to fasten my shoes while she desperately searched for her socks. My trunk sat half-open, as if it too didn't want to leave the sweet comfort of the Burrow.
Downstairs, Mrs Weasley's voice carried like a thunder charm through the floors.
"FRED! GEORGE! RONALD! If you three don't wake up this instant, I swear I'll drag you to the station myself!",
Ginny snorted.
"She says that every year",
I fastened my last buckle. "This year she sounds serious".
We went downstairs and found Percy already sitting primly at the breakfast table as if he had never slept.
"Morning, Mrs Weasley. Morning Percy",
"Morning Mum. Morning Percy", Ginny echoed, plopping beside him.
"Good morning, dears", Mrs Weasley beamed, handing us a plate of eggs piled so high it looked like a mountain.
Percy nodded with the elegance of a visiting diplomat. "Good morning".
"Ginny, darling, check on Ronald. And Anna, dear, wake Fred and George before I come up there myself".
"Sure thing, Mrs Weasley".
Ginny veered left toward Ron's room. I went right, marching toward the twins' room like someone walking into a battlefield.
I knocked, mostly for formality and predictably, no one answered. A soft symphony of snores vibrated through the door.
I sighed, pulled out my wand.
"Alohomora"
The door clicked open.
And there they were, George and Fred Weasley, sprawled on their stomachs like two overgrown toddlers, arms stretched dramatically, hair wild, faces buried in their pillows.
I couldn't help smiling.
I went to Fred first and shook his arm.
"Freddie... wake up. We're going to be late", but he didn't budge.
"Freddie. We'll miss the Hogwarts Express",
He groaned and rolled away from me.
Time for the nuclear option.
I bent down, leaned close, and whispered:
"Fredrick Weasley... if you don't wake up, I'll tell Diana you like her",
His eyes snapped open. He shot upright, looking horrified.
"You wouldn't",
"Good morning", I laughed.
"No. No, you are not telling her anything", he warned, pointing a sleepy finger at me.
"Then get up", I teased.
He grumbled but obeyed and headed to the bathroom.
Now George's turn.
Sweet and maddeningly charming George.
He was sleeping like a child, cheek smushed into the pillow, hair tousled with rogue strands falling across his freckles. Something in my chest tightened.
I knelt beside him and brushed the hair away from his face.
"Georgie... wake up," I whispered gently.
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More Than Heart Could Desire 《 A George Weasley Love Story 》
Hayran KurguAnna Jane Mcxandra, a bright witch. She goes to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry at the age of eleven and meets the Weasley twins. Eventually she becomes best friends with them and at the start of 5th year realises that she have feelings f...
