One and only ; George Weasley

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"I'm ticklish, George." I giggled as he planted another kiss on my stomach, just below my bellybutton. "You know that."

"That's what makes it so much fun." He joked, another kiss being planted near my bellybutton. "Don't you think?"

"I think you're being a tease."

He hummed against my skin, making goosebumps rise.

"I think you're right." He whispered. "But you're enjoying it."

"Is this how it's going to be when we all love together?" It came from Fred, making both George and I stop what we were doing and sat up.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" George asked, punching up into the mattress that Fred laid on.

"Hey!" He exclaimed. "I'll come down there and beat your butt!"

"I'd like to see you try." George argued. "Go back to sleep, Fred. It's five in the morning."

"Why would I go back to sleep? So you two can have sex in my bunk? Forget it."

George opened his mouth to continue argue but we were all distracted when an owl showed up by the window, trying to get in.

"What in the—"

I got out of bed and made my way across the room. I opened the window and the owl flew in, dropping a letter before leaving again.

"I think that was Deanne's owl." I said and closed the window again. George had picked up the letter, looking at the front of it.

"For you." He told me, handing it over.

"What does it say?" Fred asked. I looked up at him as if he was stupid. "What?"

"I'd have to open it first." I said, my eyes dropping to the letter in my hands. I opened it, then pulled out the paper and unfolded it.

Dear Lizzie,

I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're spending Christmas with Fred and George which is good because Fred probably needs to know too.

I just got hired to work at Hogwarts for the rest of the school year. I'll be working for the ministry while teaching arithmancy.

I'm not going to have any of you in my classes but I thought you should know with time to spare. I don't want things to get awkward, especially between Fred and I with our history and stuff.

I also heard you paid uncle Terry a visit and that he hit you? If you want, I'll pay him his second visit and shove my foot where the sun doesn't shine. Write me back and be sure to let me know if you want me to beat up Terry.

I hope everything's well.

Love,
Deanne

"So?" Fred asked. "What does it say?"

"You're awfully curious to know about Deanne, huh?" George teased his brother, earning a slap with a pillow.

"Deanne has been given the position to teach at Hogwarts the rest of the year as a job for the ministry. The same as Umbridge."

"What?!" Fred shouted. He leaned on the bars of the bunk bed but instead of actually leaning on the bars, he accidentally leaned in the one area without bars. The area with the ladder and seconds later, he was on the floor, groaning.

"That's probably the dumbest thing I've witnessed you do." George said, standing there while I helped Fred get to his feet.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Deanne's going to be teaching?" He asked, ignoring my question. "The bloody woman's been writing me since she graduated. I've been writing back obviously but she chooses to let me know through your letter?"

"I didn't know you had been writing her." I said with a smile and playfully nudged him with my shoulder.

"I tried to tell you once." He said and crossed his arms over his chest. "But... I got scared and ran away."

"Was that the time you dramatically slid onto the floor because you thought our homework was boring?"

"Yes."

"Wow." I laughed. "You like Deanne, don't you?"

"What, I—"

"You've liked her for a while. Wasn't just sex like you told us." I said. In the background, George leaned against the bunk bed on his side, watching the both of us.

"It did start out like that." Fred told me. "But then feelings got involved. Doesn't matter, Liz. I haven't seen her since she graduated and now she's going to be a professor at our school. She never liked me back anyway."

"I'm not sure you're right about that." I said and handed him the letter. "She wanted to warn you for a reason. Doesn't want you to feel awkward which means she cares."

"How am I not supposed to feel awkward?" He scoffed and leaned back against the ladder to read the letter.

"I should do this for a living." I said and looked at George who was grinning at me. "There's something satisfying about telling someone the feeling is mutual. I could totally be a matchmaker."

"A matchmaker?" George laughed. "Who'd you match then? Fred and Dianne but who else?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and approached him. With a breath, I snuck my arms around his waist and in response, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "I'd have an office in Diagon Alley where possible clients could come talk to me about their dream man or woman."

"Isn't that what your aunt works with? Deanne's mother?"

"Maybe I'd get a job at her office then." I shrugged, smiling up at him.

"It's good to have dreams." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.