The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

All Mine

Jane didn't stay overnight at the twins' flat with George after the dinner party, telling him she was a bit tired, but the truth was that her head was spinning a bit and she needed to be in her own bed for the night.

She kept telling herself she was overthinking that phone conversation she overheard her boyfriend participating in, alone, in a low voice.

You're acting crazy, her mind was telling her. They were just talking... she was probably just being a brat, and he was shutting her down.

She tried not to think about it for the rest of the night, but as she laid in bed (having turned in right after she got home), this was proving to be difficult.

She distracted her mind with something else; the fact that Benji had not returned to her apartment yet, and he was sleeping at her place for the night.

A moment before she was heading out the door, telling everyone how lovely a time she had and pulling on her coat, she approached Benji (who was still chatting with Lee in the living room over a second or third glass of wine), he had mumbled to her a nonchalant "I'll meet you there in a bit".

She scoffed to herself in the dark of her room, imagining him still sitting on that couch, charming Lee like no tomorrow. And vice versa. They were so obvious it was nauseatingly perfect.

It had been a while, a.k.a, the amount of time it should have taken for the jumbled Jane Forrest to fall asleep when the door to her apartment suddenly made the clicking sound of unlocking and it was creaking open.

Jane slowly rolled onto her side to see better in the dark and made out the scene before her with a knowing smirk- 

A messy-haired, clumsy Benji carefully stepping inside in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, already pulling at one shoe with a hand while he balanced on one foot.

Jane continued to grin with amusement as she quietly pushed herself up in bed, grabbed her wand, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.

Benji's head jerked to the side in wide-eyed panic.

He gulped. "Hello."

"Good evening, Benjamin."

"I thought you'd be asleep," he said, both shoes now off and his hands now taking off his coat to hang it on the rack.

"Oh, not quite yet," she sighed, crossing her arms. "I see you're back... late."

Benji froze, staring at her. Then, slowly recoiling his hands from the coat rack, he inhaled and spoke in a small voice.

"...Lee invited me for a nightcap."

Jane's jaw dropped.

"At his place?"

Benji nodded. She continued to gape.

"So, despite the fact that we had already consumed quite a bit of alcohol, I..." he swallowed, now walking towards the bed, "...took up on his offer."

"Um, of course you did?!" Jane whisper-screamed.

"And then, well..." he said, sliding onto the soft bed, "...we said goodbye, and we apparated outside of the twins' shop, and we got to his place..."

"Uh-huh..."

"And we went inside to the kitchen and he poured us two glasses of wine but we only got about three sips in before he took the glass out of my hand and kissed me."

Jane's jaw dropped yet again.

"WHAT?!"

"Shh!"  he hissed at her, uncontrollably grinning and blushing. "You have neighbors!"