Wizarding World one-shots

Teasing (Morningjoke)

Author's Note: This was written for George Weasley (and Fred's) birthday but I kinda forgot I had a Wattpad so. Yeah. Tagging @neems05 because she loves Prachi as much as I do lmfao

There were two upsides for working with the Ministry of Magic on this case.

One? George was frequently in the same building as Percy, which meant he was able to annoy him even more than he was able to in the past few months. It was like they were back in Hogwarts. His reactions weren't quite as entertaining anymore, but George found himself enjoying the long sigh that escaped from his older brother's lips whenever he saw him coming.

As for the other reason? Well...

"You know, kisses from gingers are better than any other," said George.

He leaned back in the spare chair Prachi Patil had next to her desk, resting his shoes on the smooth wooden panels. He crossed his long legs over each other and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to scold him for getting dirt on her perfectly clean surface like she had before.

Instead, he only heard the scratching of a quill on parchment as Prachi continued to write her report. George huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Sometimes, she was even worse than Percival "I don't have time for your childish pranks, George; Victoria and I have a date in twenty minutes" Ignatius.

George decided to change tactics. He skooted the chair closer, making sure he made as much noise as possible as the legs moved against the wooden floor. He leaned forward, nearly resting his chin on her left shoulder. Still, she made no acknowledgement of him.

"Come on, Patil. Haven't you ever wanted to repeat what happened that night in seventh year?" George asked, playing with a strand of her long black hair. "Don't you miss kissing a Weasley?"

He heard the scratching of the quill stop and smirked triumphantly.

"I can't say I have," said Prachi, dipping the tip of her quill in the inkpot. "I've seen enough of your brother kissing Macmillan to last me for a lifetime."

George let the strand he twisted around his pointer finger drop, a scowl on his lips. He mentally cursed Percy with every single foul thing he could think of.

"Though..." Prachi continued. "I do think of that night often."

George raised an eyebrow, the image of himself hanging Percy upside down by his socks fading. "Oh?"

"Yes." She set aside the quill, placing it on her stand before turning to him. Her grey eyes were dark, and there was an expression close to endearment on her face. "I think of you, lying on the grass." Prachi glanced at his legs before looking back up at him. "Your hair, shining in the moonlight..." She pushed a strand of hair back behind his ear.

George nearly forgot how to breathe as she leaned closer, her face inches from his. He could see the flecks of silver in her irises, something he didn't notice before. He glanced down at her lips, remembering the feeling of them against his, even if it was brief.

"I remember..." Prachi murmured, leaning closer.

Just as George leaned forward to close the gap between them, Prachi pulled away. He nearly fell onto her desk as she turned back to the parchment she was working on.

"Oh, come on Prach!" George nearly whined.

"Consider that my April Fool's joke." He couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the hint of a smirk on her mouth. "And happy birthday, George."