George's POV
It was now a few hours after Fred sent Angelina and Katie back to Hogwarts, leaving us to enjoy a night with just the two of us.
You would think that either of us would be sick of spending so much time with other, but I honestly couldn't think of another person I would rather spend my time with- well maybe besides Arabella.
Fred had indeed successfully retrieved a full bottle of Firewhiskey from behind the bar and we ended up demolishing the full bottle in less than 2 hours.
It was safe to say we were both rather drunk.
We had spent the night taking shots and reminiscing on funny moments we had experienced, as well as just gossiping about anything and everything we could think of.
With the almost completely empty spirit bottle on the table, Fred and I sprawled across the booth in the corner of the pub, both of us in hysterics.
"I can't believe we even got away with that!" Fred cried, wiping his eyes from laughing too hard, "Neville was stuck with that mouse tail sticking out his back side for like a week!"
I laughed even harder, holding my stomach from the pain, "Oh my god and remember that time you had to ask Mcgonagall to be your date to the Yule Ball and you-" I stopped to compose myself from my obnoxious laughter "-you gave her those flowers!"
Fred wiped tears from his eyes, "I only asked her because I had two! Remember the deal was I would ask Mcgonagall if Arabella asked Snape. Remember the look on his face when she sent him them chocolates!"
The mention of Arabella softened my laughter slightly, remembering how much fun we had all had together and, in all honesty... how much I wished she was here.
My laughter quietened to a chuckle before I threw my head back against the booth and huffed dramatically, feeling overly emotional in my drunken state, "I miss Arabella." I whined.
"For Merlin's sake George you're such a woman." Fred chuckle, slouching against my shoulder and chuckling.
"Hey- hey" I slurred, "You're one to talk! You're with Angelina almost every night."
Fred held his hands up lazily, "What can I say? When you got- when you get offered sex on tap it's hard to say no." he scoffed, causing us both to laugh again.
Fred lifted his head to look at me, trying to look seriously as he eyes drunken fluttered, "But can I be honest with you my dear brother?"
I nodded, my head swaying slightly.
"Well," he hiccuped, "I don't think I... like like her. I mean I like the sex- of course I like the sex but shes's talking about moving forward and committing to one another and honestly..." he looked around before leaning into my ear to whisper.
"I really don't want that."
I snorted, the wide-eyed scared look on my brother's face making me laugh.
He shoved my shoulder, pushing himself back also as he couldn't keep his own weight up, "Oh I'm glad you find it so amusing... it won't be so funny when I move onto your girl will it?" he smirked cockily.
"Oh shut up dickhead, you don't even- you don't even like Belle like that," I rolled my eyes.
"You don't know! I could..." he teased further, using his hand to mess up my hair, "What's wrong? Scared I'm better in bed than you?"
"Fuck off." I chuckled, shaking my head before slowly standing up, trying very hard to keep my balance.
"What, we off?" Fred asked, also standing to his feet only to stumble and almost knock over the table.
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Morning Love. (George Weasley)
Fanfiction~"I am completely and utterly devoted to you." His eyes still on me, brushing more hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's me and you," I whispered, my forehead coming to lean again his, "always."~ Arabella Potter needs to learn how t...