The Ravenclaw and The Grim

To prank a Weasley (18+)

George had been stressed out lately. It wasn't the most obvious thing. From an outsiders point of view Lyra doubted it was even noticable. But to her, and she had no doubt also to Fred, it was clear their ever growing workload was starting to weigh on him.

With the new school year fastly approaching, along with tons of new orders from the ministry for shield hats and similar products, and tasks for the order. To say the trio was running a little thin lately was an understatement.

Sure he still joked and smiled and did his best to put on a show. But that's all it was right now. For show. She could feel the tried stress he carried with him everyday. Lyra be damned, she was going to find a way to help get his mind off of it. Even if it was just for a little bit.

"You coming in the shower with me?" George asked from their bedroom doorway making her look up.

"No go ahead." She said not looking up from her book.

"Alright." He turned and walked back down the hall. Lyra waited until she heard the water running before putting her plan into action.

Creeping down the hall and into the kitchen she grabbed a bucket from under the sink and filled the bottom of it with ice before turning on the faucet and filling it with cold water.

"And what are you up too?" Came a familiar voice form the doorway.

Lyra didn't look up. "Mind your business Weasley." She said turning off the faucet and heaving the bucket out of the sink. "Unless you intend to help."

"That depends on what your doing."

"Trying to make George feel better."

"By giving him an ice bath?" Fred chuckled

She blushed, "well- he likes pranks so I thought maybe..."

Fred chuckled taking the bucket from her. "I'll help you as far as the hall. But I want no credit."

"Deal."

He carried the bucket to the bathroom door for her. "Your sure about this?"

"No." She admitted shrugging "but it's worth a shot."

Fred shook his head smirking before turning and leaving her at the door. She grabbed the bucket, wishing she hadn't filled it so much and entered the bathroom.

"That you love?" George called.

"Yes." She called trying not to spill the bucket.

"You change your mind?" He asked and she could sense a not totally pure intent behind the question.

"No. Just grabbing something."

She was at the shower now. Boosting herself up on the ledge.

George looked up in time to see Lyra, a mischievous grin on her lips before the bucket was tipped over the edge and cold icey water was plunged over his head.

George cursed loudly. "Lyra Emily Weasley!" He shouted.

She responded with a giggle, and her delight was intoxicating. He heard the thud of her feet hitting the tile and he pulled back the curtain reaching out and catching a handful of Lyra's shirt.

She squeaked as he tugged her back wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into the shower.

Hot water cascaded all around her blurring her vision momentarily. Her feet burned from the quickly melting ice at the bottom of the tub. Lyra felt the cool tile of the wall on her back and George shifted himself in front of her stopping the water from hitting her face and allowing her to blink the droplets from her eyes.