Harry Potter imagines//preferences

George Weasley - Goodmorning sunshine

It was the morning after Bill and Fleur's wedding. It had been quite a hectic night, since a couple of Death Eaters though it would be good fun to disturb the wedding. Real nice fellows. You had woken up quite early and were downstairs making your boyfriend, George, and your best friend, Fred, a cup of tea. When you were done, you went upstairs and silently opened the door. You put down the tea and suddenly threw open the curtains. Sunlight blazed through the windows, making the boys grumble and hide under the covers. "Good morning Sunshines!" "(Y/n)!!" Fred yelled. "Merlin, (Y/n)! I hate you so much!" George moaned. "Nah, you don't. By the way, it's not my fault. Molly wants you downstairs, something about cleaning up the mess you two made." You said grinning. "But I don't want to!" George whined. "Too bad, Georgie. It's your fault the cake actually blew up." "Shut up." "You shut up!" Both of you shut up!" Fred laughed, "You're disgusting." George pulled you next to him. "Not yet. We're not." He said and then he kissed you. "Iell! No! Make it stop!" Fred screamed, covering his eyes as he walked past us. "That's one," you muttered, then you fixed your eyes on George, "one to go." George wrapped his arms tighter around you. "Try me, love." You smirked. "I won't kiss you until you cleaned up that mess." "What! No, you can't do that!" "Try me, love." You said, smiling deviously. George seemed as if wanted to say something, but thought better of it and closed his mouth. "And?" He sighed. "Fine, I'll clean up that mess." "Good." You said and together you walked downstairs.