Morning Love. (George Weasley)

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Arabella's POV

I was awoken from my slumber when I felt movement from beside me in the bed.

Assuming it was just George becoming fidgety, I groaned lightly before pushing my face further into to the pillow- not wanting to be disturbed.

We had all had a late night last night, the boys insisting we stay up to plan pranks and new product ideas. It eventually got to 3am when I physically couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, and George had to carry me and put me into bed.

With only having around 5 hours sleep, I was feeling very grumpy and refused to get up just yet.

I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, and pull me into his muscular torso. He then started fidgeting with his feet, intertwining them with mine and moving them around.

I grumbled into the pillow, "I'm asleep."

He continued and pull me further into him, snuggling his head into the back of my neck.

"Wake up Belle." He cooed in his low morning voice, which sounded slightly different than it usually does.

Then, I heard chuckles coming from two separate people; it sounded like they were trying hard not to burst out laughing.

Slightly confused, I opened my eyes cautiously before slowly turning my head to look behind me.

To my surprise, instead of seeing George laid beside me, I saw him stood at the side of the bed, his hand covering his mouth to stop a loud laugh from escaping his lips.

My eyes widen as I looked down to see who was in his place.

And sure enough, there was none other than Fred, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

In a sudden response, I smacked him on his chest and pushed him away from me.

This caused the boys to burst out laughing, George bending over and clutching his stomach.

I sat up quickly, "What an earth are you two doing?!"

Fred rocked side to side, trying to calm his laughter whilst George wiped his eyes, quietening down to respond, "We just wanted to see-" he paused to laugh again, "-to see if you would notice if we switched."

I glared up at George before looking beside me to see Fred with a grin on his face, trying to look innocent.

I remember in our first year I used to always get them mixed up, especially when they used to purposefully pretend to be each other in efforts to confuse me.

However, over the years it became easier and easier; they both had a few small differences in appearance which made it easy for me to tell them apart. And although they were twins, they were two entirely different people, it was no longer hard to know who was who.

Although I was mad, I couldn't help but let a smirk creep on my face; I could never stay truly mad at them no matter how hard I tried.

I shoved Fred in his side, causing him to fly out the bed and onto the floor.

George was now back in hysterics whilst I giggled, covering my mouth feeling kind of guilty for pushing him.

Fred grunted while pulling himself up from the ground, "I've got to say, I much prefer you when you're cuddled up with me in bed rather than when you're pushing me out of it."

"Oh shut up." I scoffed, as our laughter quietened.

Fred sniggered before walking over to his own bed, feeling victorious from pranking me.