If George had met Her First.

Freaks and Fancies

 "Neville is here?! And he's getting married?? Now way!" Meredy said beaming with joy, her hair turning a yellow orange. "I must go see-" she let outa yelp, cutting off her sentence, for she had tried to stand and had been met by a great pang of pain. She slumped down in ago has George came to her rescue.

"Let's just sit down, eh? Ron and Harry can fetch Neville for you in the morning, when it's not two a.m." Meredy wanted to argue, but she realized it would be to know avail, so she nodded in agreement. George laid her down her hair turning a chronic white.

"Man, Tonks' hair never changed that much," Ron said.  Meredy looked at him, her face looked almost.. Sorry. Sorry that her hair changed color?

"It changes according to my mood. When my mood drifts a lot it's harder to control. Sorry if you think I'm a freak too."  George and Harry looked at each other and at Ron, who styled fixed on Meredy. Then.. He started laughing.

"You?! A freak to us? Hahaha! Look, I have six siblings. When I was younger I had a pet rat that was actually a person! You are no freak to me."

George nodded. "I only have one ear mate. And I own a, very large I may add,  joke shop."

"I talk to snakes, I married my best mates sister, and I have a lightning bolt scar on my forehead." Harry added.  Ron squirmed at that one, but it all made Meredy smile.

"So my little un-freaky Longbottom, would you like some tea?" George asked. Meredy laughed and nodded as she laid down her head and closed her eyes.

Ron and Harry followed George into the kitchen and eyed him suspiciously. "Can I help you blokes? I may be attractive but I don't like you staring me down."

"You fancy her!" Ron said in a loud whisper.

"Shhhh! I do not 'fancy' Longbottoms sister! And twin sister at that!"

"She is gorgeous, and you fancy her." Harry said to back up Ron's original statement.

"Whatever baby brother," George said with as much of a snarl as he could muster. "Go to bed." he added.

Ron shrugged and left the kitchen. With a brief smirk he wished Meredy a goodnight and went upstairs. George was left with an equally mischievous Harry. "Go to bed Harry, you'll worry Ginny." he said, trying to make Harry leave.

"Nah, she's out like a light. I can't sleep though mate," Harry said in a very nonchalant  manner. Still portraying a little carefree smile. He's past the point of exhaustion.

"And why is that?" George said, pretending to care.

"I'm worried about having another child. James is a handful already, and Teddy practically lives with us. How can I handle another?"

George stared at him. That's all he could do. This man, who had a pretty stable life with his inherited wealth, lovely wife, and son and godson, was worried about having another child. And was talking about it with his single, holey-headed, brother-in-law. George clasped his shoulder and smiled. "You'll do fine mate, but only of you get some sleep." Harry smiled back weakly and nodded in agreement.

"Night George."

"Night 'Arry." George yawned. Harry then disappeared into the house as well. George poured the tea and turned off the burner. "Here you are-" he began as he walked into the living room. He cut short when he found that Meredy had fallen fast asleep. George set down the tea on a coffee table and fixed the blanket to a better set for her. Taking another blanket from the cupboard, he settled onto the second couch and aimlessly drifted to sleep.