Hidden → George Weasley

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It feels like one of those nights,
We won't be sleeping

22 // Taylor Swift

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If you're reading Rebels, and haven't got a clue what I'm on about, I'd suggest reading that first.

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Chapter Two

Once Charlotte and Fred had left, Mrs. Weasley decided it was time for bed. Seeing as the other couple were not staying the night, Ella and George had the twins' room to themselves. Whilst getting ready for the night, George complained (rather loudly) about how his mother treated him and his twin, and how it was unfair on Charlotte. "She doesn't deserve it!" he exclaimed. 
"I know that, but it's only because of her family. Their actions reflect on her. She has to work hard to prove to people that she's not like them, and that's only when people listen to her, seeing as she's female," Ella said. "You see, you know her, and therefore you know she's not like that. But your parents only know how her parents act, and they've got to base off that, as they brought her up." 
"So, what we need to do is..?" 
"Show your parents what Charlotte is really like." 
"How are we going to do that?" 
"Merlin, I don't know. I hadn't gotten that far yet. Usually, I do stuff then think." 
"That's terrible." Ella grinned. 
"Yeah, but it lead me to you." 
"What do you mean?" 
"I met up with you straight away, because I didn't think, but after I answered, I was like, 'Should I?'." 
"Do you regret it?" Ella looked up to him. Currently, they were lying on the bed, with Ella cuddling him and also using his arm as a pillow. She was hoping he didn't snore. 
"How could I?" 
"I like that answer."

The next morning, they both woke up to a blinding light. 
"I'm going to Heaven?" Ella asked, unsure. Her dream had involved her falling off a building. 
"No, you're going to breakfast," a voice replied. It seemed to come from Fred. Ella lifted her head slightly to see Fred standing there, smiling. "Come on, lovebirds, up you get." 
"Fred, I need to talk to you," George said, as the sleepy pair rose out of bed. 
"About..?" 
"Charlotte." Fred's facial expression darkened. 
"Look, if-" 
"No, no, you've got it wrong. We've- well, I- okay, we, we- have come up with an idea for Mum to get to know Charlotte. See the good in her." Ella snorted. 
"She's not really an angel." 
"Neither am I." George stood up and immediately started to walk off with Fred, leaving Ella behind. She frowned as she got up and walked behind them to the kitchen. They were talking too quiet for Ella to hear, but immediately started talking up again once they reached the kitchen. 

Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, but as soon as she stepped out of the room, Ella inquired how Charlotte was doing. 
"She's fine," Fred replied. "I knew she suspected this sort of reaction, but I think it still hurt her. I've decided to stay with her every night anyway, just to make sure she is okay." 
"Oh, good. We can't lose our third prankster." 
"How about you, Ella? Do any pranking yourself?" Fred asked.
"Nah. Not my thing," Ella replied.  
"Well, at least your girlfriend has some sense," Mrs. Weasley said, coming back into the kitchen, to George.