The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

Mischeif

*Fred's POV*

"So you've been staying here?" I glanced around the apartment, a few pictures were hung above the fire place. A blank screen sat in front of the couch and chairs set and three book cases lined the wall to my left. It seemed like a nice enough place, and with such a pretty girl living alone, it seemed a shame.

"It's only been four days really," my brother shrugged as he slunk down in his chair beside me.

"Seems nice, that girl...Freya? I like her. I bet she can be loads of fun," I smirked slightly as George's ear and neck turned red.

"My god. It's been four days and you already fancy her?!" I laughed as I reclined into the couch.

"I don't know what you're talking about," George stuttered as he ran a hand through his hair, attempting to keep his cool.

I gave a smug smile before stretching, "let's have a look around shall we?" I gave a wink as I jumped to my feet and began walking down the hall.

"I don't think we should go snooping around!" George called from behind me as I came to the hall.

"Just a bit of harmless fun, Georgie. I want to be able to talk to Freya...who knows, she could be harmless or worse. I want to know what I'm getting myself into if we stay here," I looked at him over my shoulder and opened the first door I found. "Besides, where's your sense of adventure?"

"It just seems like if she finds out we'll be out on our arses, in a place we don't know anything about."

"Come on, tell me you aren't curious."

"I am....but I'm telling you, at least give it an hour before you go rooting through the poor girl's things."

"She did look a bit ill," I mused with his hand in the knob. I nodded slightly, Freya was beautiful, but you could tell she wasn't taking the best care of herself- dark circles under the eyes, skin that seemed a bit pale, and the way she carried herself felt like she was nothing more than a stick. Without another comment I turned my attention to the bedroom.

A small bed faced the door and I glanced around, there were clothes on the floor and it had that musky scent in the air, I supposed George had been staying in here as I quickly looked around.

"Have you been staying in here? Bloody hell, it's probably what Wood's room looks like at home," I turned to see George leaning against the wall watching me intently. His face was expressed in a scowl as I closed the door behind me.

"Yeah, that was Freya's brother's room," George nodded stiffly.

"What happened to her brother?" I asked as I moved down the hall to a new room, I opened the door that was on my right and smirked. I had found Freya's room-bingo!

"Remember the quidditch player from the states? Robert Matcox? That's who's room this was," George explained over my shoulder.

I turned on the spot, my eyes going big. "Did we score or what?! Ron would be so jealous to know we're here!"

George snorted slightly, "we won't score anything if you don't keep your nose out of her business."

She didn't have the typical girl room-something I pictured to always be pink and filled with girly products-but this room had an edge to it. The walls were a deep purple, so dark that it almost looked black; it was bigger than the previous room as well-or maybe it had been an expansion charm.

A long dresser stood off in the right corner, a double sized bed sat in the middle of the room with a nightstand on either side of it. A stand with sheet music on it stood in front of a small chair off in the left corner facing me, a book case that took up half the wall space stood beside the music stand. It was covered in books and on the top shelves something I took as a music player sat surrounded by small discs.