Hope is a Four Letter Word {George Weasley}

Chapter 8

  hey guys, so one day late and I am very sorry, I was away visiting my sister all weekend and by the time I got home I had a load of homework and studying to do 

anyways, thanks to whoever made the amazing banner on the side (it's almost kind of what I like to see Iris and George as tbh) and hope you all enjoy :)

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 I threw myself onto the couch, heaving a loud sigh as I looked to George who sat calmly on the couch. Once he didn't look up, I sighed once again, trying to catch his attention. Yet George did not look up and continued to look towards the ground, not paying attention to me at all. 

I let out one final, loud sigh, adding an extra cry at the end for emphasise and George finally gave in and looked up, giving me a creeped out face. I laughed at him and moved so my head was on his lap and he was looking down at me. 

"What do you want, Iris?" He sighed as he looked into my eyes as I pouted. I tried to make my eyes water for emphasise but I was never really the best actor and hadn't quite mastered the art of crying and so I probably just gave him a constipated look. 

"Well, you know how long and tiring work is. And ever since I got fired showing up to work has been so much harder. I mean, it's so stressful along with all my wedding responsibilities. I mean, I'm on some stupid diet, George. A diet! Me! A diet! With all this stress, I really just need to sit down and relax," I sighed dramatically as I put my hand over my head. 

"I'll repeat my previous question, Iris. What do you want?" George said with a blank expression as he tapped his foot. But one thing I noticed was that his lips were turned upward slightly and that made me grin. 

"Will you make me a toasty?" I begged, giving him a pout and putting my hands together. George just laughed at me, ruffling my hair as he got up. I rolled my eyes at him. George had been mocking the fact that I was a few years younger than him a lot lately and it had been getting really annoying. I mean, he was like three years older than me, big deal. 

"You said it yourself. 'They put me on a diet, George. A diet!'! George mocks me, putting on a squeakily high voice as he flails his arms about the air. I cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes. I did not sound like that. "So a toasty is not a good idea. But now that you mention it, I haven't had lunch yet and it sounds like a great idea."

The smirk on his face made me want to scream. He began to make the toasty and the smell drifted over to me, making me even angrier at him. As he brought his fresh toasty over to me, he waved it underneath my nose and laughed as I hit him. 

"Careful now, wouldn't want me to drop... this," he pulls out another toasty from behind him and sets it on his lap as I prepare to hug him. This had been the only thing I'd dreamed about all day as I waited for the day to finish. Work wasn't the best considering this wasn't really what I wanted to do but at the end of the day it put money in my pocket so I couldn't complain. "You better be able to fit into your dress because I'm not taking the blame for overfeeding you."

"I have good metabolism and the weddings quite soon so don't worry. I shouldn't be gaining too much weight in the time before the wedding. Unless you feed me a ton of crap, in which case I might possibly go up a size," I told him with a laugh as I shove my toasty down my throat. I pick up the newspaper that he had been reading and look at the front cover before flicking through it quickly. 

It was all the normal news, nothing out of the ordinary happening. It had been ages since anything drastic had happened and that was a good thing. Some people may prefer lots of drama but I prefer the world as it is now. Peaceful and quiet. So many businesses started up after the war and it was so nice to see people still operating even after the losses many experienced during the war.