Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 45: Churros, George! Churros!

"A joke shop?" I ask as Fred and George show me their plans. "That's the surprise?"

"Yeah. We were thinking Weasley and Gidget's Wizard Wheezes." The twins say in unison, thrusting out their arms.

"Ehhhh." I scrunch up my nose. "It doesn't sound right... maybe it should just be Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

"But we want you to be a part of the team." Fred looks at me.

"And I love that you guys thought about me like that, but my name doesn't have to be mentioned in the title."

"Besides, she's gonna be a Weasley soon enough." George smirks at the both of us.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes it is." I cheer, stepping in between the two of them before the two could start fighting. "Now where will this joke shop be?"

"We don't know yet." The twins admit.

"What will it have in it?"

"Not sure."

"How are you going to afford this?"

"... we don't know... But we'll find a way to get the money. We still have two years before we can open the shop."

"So what you're telling me is you just have an idea?" I ask them, rubbing my forehead.

"And some designs for the shop. We were thinking of bright colours everywhere, glass windows and a giant us sticking out the top." George grabs the pieces of parchment, pointing everything out.

"And an apartment on top so we don't have to go far to get to work." Fred points to the little diagram on the page.

"Alright, well everyone has to start somewhere I suppose."

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**George's POV**

Where's Freddie? I need to run some ideas for the shop past him.

Venturing up the stairs leading to the boys dorm, I pull up in front of our door to hear voices coming from within.

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

Sounds like Fred and Chelsea, I wonder what they're doing.

"You can put it in now."

"O-okay." I hear someone grunt.

No.. Are they? They can't be... After what Fred said.

"It doesn't fit."

"We have to at least try. Come on Freddie, push it in."

I hear more grunting.

"Ah." I slap my hands over my mouth to muffle my gasp. If they knew I was listening... gross!

"Did you hear that?"

"I think someone's outside."

"Might be George, bring him in."

Nononono. No need to do that! Hearing someone coming I quickly cover my eyes as the door opens.

"Georgie... What are you doing?"

"If you guys are having sex I don't want to know!" I say bluntly, eyes still covered as I stand in the doorway. I feel Fred grab my arm and pull me inside.

"Uncover your eyes, you pansy." He says from my side.

"You know what?... I'm good."

"George." I hear Chelsea's tone, much like Mum's when she gets really angry at us for no particular reason.

I quickly remove my hands from my eyes, but squeeze them shut.

"For pete's sake George we were not having sex!" She says sharply.

"Then what was with all the groaning and what I heard?!"

"Open your eyes and you'll see!"

I slowly open my eyes to find Chelsea on the floor with a star shaped tube and a bowl full of dough.

"What-what is that?" I point to the star shaped tube and the dough.

"We're making churros." She rolls her eyes, but I can see she's trying to suppress her laughter.

"I can't believe you thought we were having sex." Fred laughs.

"And I can't believe you were listening in." Chelsea adds. "Bloody hell George."

"If anyone were to walk past they would think the same thing, and I wasn't listening in on purpose, honest. I was looking for Fred and stumbled upon a miscommunication."

"Is that what people call eavesdropping today?" She replies, looking over to my brother who winks at her.

"Alright, alright. Very funny... Where'd you get the churro kit from anyway?"

"Mum found it in a shop and sent it up, thought we'd give it a shot."

"Still can't believe you thought we were having sex." Fred laughs, dropping down to the floor. "Even after I told you something else."

"Wait, you two talked about it?" Chelsea points to us confused.

"Well I had to re-educate George about what to and not to say and the conversation ended up there." Fred scratches the back of his head.

"I don't think this is my place to talk.. I'll leave you two to be." Standing up, I walk over to the door. "And if you two were to supposedly, so to speak, have sex.. Don't do it in here- the sound travels."

**Fred's POV**

"The topic did come to that, but only briefly." I explain.

"And.. what do you think about it?" She asks.

"Well." It's now or never Fred, tell her what you told George. "I am willing to wait, because I don't know if we'll end up together in the future and the first time is special. So to take that away and then break  up later if we're not committed ... I think it's better to wait until we're both sure."

I watch her thoughts wind through her mind. "Are ... you not sure?"

"I didn't say I was unsure."

"But you didn't say you were sure." She looks up. Her eyes looking right through me, trying to read my thoughts.

"I... I don't know yet whether I'm ready or not to get to that stage. But I'm okay with waiting." Did that answer her question? "Are you ready?"

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