Never Is Our Always

Prankster Minnie 4

(George pov) (21st of April)

"Fred, Fred!—" I stop as I peer over the couch, Fred was asleep on one, Minnie was reading her book on the other.

"He won't wake up, I've been trying for ten minutes," she whispers, giggling quietly.

"We're not actually mad at each other, are we?" I whisper to her, creasing my eyebrows. Minnie and I have been bickering over small things for a week now.

"Nope," she answers, "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, I thought we were joking..."

I sigh in relief, I did too.

"I thought so too," we both smile before she held her fist out and we fist-bumped.

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(Minnie pov)

After using the bathroom, I snuck back into the common room and peek over the couch, he was still asleep.

"Oh yes," I grinned, I wanted to prank Fred. I held my makeup bag as I quietly straddled his lap.

"What are you doing?" I heard someone ask, I look over and shushed them.

"Prank." I mouthed to George, he grins as he walks over and looked at Fred.

"What's the plan?" He whispered into my ear. I show him my makeup bag. "Oh god."

"Oh yes." I whispered back as I quietly open it, trying not to laugh, "he's gonna look so pretty."

I take out my eyeshadow brush and stifled a laugh as I purse my lips. "Blue or purple?"

"Yellow." George whispers.

"Yellow it is." I started delicately brushing his eyelid with the yellow eyeshadow.

George and I look at each other as I silently laughed before I continued making Fred look even more beautiful.

Fred's head turned and my heart stopped for a moment, George backs up and I freeze. I then gave George the thumbs up and started on the other eyelid.

"That lipstick," he whispers to me, giving me the red lipstick, grinning evilly.

"Perfect, true Gryffindor colours," I whisper, "now for eyeliner and then mascara..." I take it out of my bag and grin as I open the lid and leaned down, holding his face softly as I started creating a wing.

"This is too good," George whispers.

"Maybe he secretly likes it," I shrug, "I did this to Oliver once and he woke up as soon as I did the eyeshadow. Got shirty with me..."

"How is Oliver?"

"Really good, always tired though." I mutter, concentrating on the other eye.

"Good," I smile as Fred moves again before sighing in his sleep. We both froze again, waited, then I proceeded.

I started his mascara and smile at him, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep.