The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

A Total Upgrade

JULY 20th - 6:03 P.M.

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Jane sat in the wooden chair that offered her a desk where her notepad lay, her hand having previously been scribbling notes but now, hopelessly bouncing her pen upon a page with only a few notes written upon it.

She was in the twins' store. George was cleaning a few things up after closing shop and Fred had already left for the night, heading out to prepare for a date; the sun was still bright in the distance outside the window, the summer evening seeping into the warm, July day.

Jane threw her head back and groaned.

"How the hell do I transition this chapter?" she complained. "I've been staring at a blank planning page for fifteen minutes and the only word that's come to mind is 'whimsical'."

She heard George scoff behind her. "Ah, don't overthink it. I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"I'm still waiting," Jane grumbled.

"Why don't you take a break?" he suggested, and she heard his footsteps approaching behind her. "Perhaps it'll freshen up your mind. You have been working for... what, an hour now?"

"An hour that hasn't seemed as productive as I'd like it to be," Jane sighed, setting down her pen on the notepad. She felt George's hands coil around the back of the chair and he was leaning over her. "I feel like if I don't at least plan the transition into this chapter, I'll be pissed at myself."

George leaned down and softly kissed her cheek. "Mm... you think too much."

She smiled. "So I've been told. Benji's already given me shit for it, alright?"

He chuckled lowly and moved his lips to her jaw. "But what am I here for if I can't do that?"

She stifled a laugh and felt him kiss her neck now, breathing softly against her skin and making her lift a hand to gently press against the back of his head.

"George... this is far from productive," she teased.

"I could argue the opposite," he murmured between kisses, then kept his lips off of her for only a moment to breathe, "if you're so determined, just keep working."

She inhaled and picked up her pen, staring at her unfinished notes, but George decided to continue to latch his lips onto her neck, pressing deeper this time, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Jane scoffed, keeping herself composed. "You just like watching me squirm."

He lifted his hand and slid a couple of fingers along her jawline, turning her face to his. "I like watching you do anything."

She couldn't hide a smile and gave in to kiss him gently, allowing him to get what he wanted for a brief moment before she playfully pushed his face away and stood up, shaking him off.

"No, no, none of that," she scolded, making him laugh. "Christ, am I gonna get anything done tonight? What time is it?"

George checked his watch that coiled around his wrist below a rolled-up sleeve. "6:06."

"I hope Fred's date goes well," she said, walking to the counter and gazing out the window. "Third one, right?"

"Indeed," George said from close behind her. "You know what that means..."

She turned her head and he twisted around to wrap his arms around himself and imitate making out, which earned a snort from Jane. 

"You're gonna give him shit tomorrow, aren't you?" she shook her head, grinning.