Something More- George Weasley Fanfic

1. The Record Store

"How about you Ron? What's your type?" Ginny asked, irritated, having just been made fun of by him.

"Hmm, well, I like brunettes, and I quite like smart girls..." he started, avoiding Hermione's eyes.

"But isn't being smart and dating you contradictory Ron?" Olivia interrupted mockingly, causing the group to laugh, the twins, sitting on either side of her we're laughing harder than the others, George especially. He was acting differently that day, flirting with Olivia much more than usual, which was saying a lot given how much the two usually flirted.

Ron displayed a forced frown, attempting to hold back his own laughter, "You're gonna regret that mate!" He responded while subtly reaching for the pillow to the right of him.

"Well go on then! Do your worst, I dare you!" she challenged, narrowing her eyes.

Ron sat up, "Fred? George?" He said, his eyes darted between the twins, asking them a silent question with his singular raised eyebrow.

"Gladly!" They responded in unison as they each grabbed an arm, holding her in place, preparing for the incoming attack. George's hands were stronger than she expected, distracting her even more when he placed his free hand on the top of her thigh as he adjusted his body to sit facing her.

With that Ron flung the pillow at her, releasing her from her trance, he quickly sprung up from his place on the couch and landed on the ground, in front of where the three were waiting. In moments he began to tickle her, while George pointed out the places on her body where he knew she was most ticklish.

She fell back, laughing hysterically, the twins releasing her to join in, George going directly to her inner thigh, her most ticklish area, causing her heart to nearly beat out of her chest. Her mind quickly fixated on the sensation causing her to blush.

They were soon interrupted by Molly's voice calling to the group from the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place, alerting them that lunch was ready. Naturally Ron leapt to his feet and exited the room, Ginny, Hermione, and George following him shortly after.

fred, rose to his feet, still laughing. "Here Olive!" He said, offering a hand to Olivia, still laying on her back, trying to catch her breath. Once she did she sat up and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you Georgie!" She said as he lifted her to her feet, the veins in his forearms accentuated. She was now standing inches from him, able to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Olivia had been best friends with the twins since the moment they met at dinner on their first night at Hogwarts after the three were sorted into Gryffindor. Though both have had crushes on each other on and off throughout their soon to be 6 years of friendship, when the flirting was brought into question they'd both rush to argue that they were entirely platonic.

However this yet another moment between the two that proved just how wrong they were, the tension and chemistry momentarily intoxicating the two.

Olive gazed up into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to touch him. He towered over her, the same lustful expression in his eyes, he slowly inched towards her.

Suddenly, Fred's voice called from the other room, "You two coming?!"

George cleared his throat, clenching his jaw in irritation at his twin. "Yeah, be right there!" Olivia responded, squeezing his firm bicep through the tight short sleeve of the flannel that he was beginning to outgrow.

"Come on." She whispered, their eyes still locked on the others, she turned and left the room with George following closely behind.

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After lunch Olivia and the twins went down the street to a muggle record shop,  a shop that Olivia went to often. She loved music, especially in vinyl form, and this place had everything. She went there so often that a few weeks back the owner, Mr. Forsberg, offered her a job.

However she sadly had to turn down as her dads, Sirius and Lupin, had decided that if they were going to allow her to be apart of the order, they would spend the summer giving her extensive lessons on dueling, non-verbal spells, and healing herbs and spells.

Because of this, Mr. Forsberg decided to hire his son, Jakob, a handsome, dirty blonde, tall young man, who was just a year older than Olivia.

After some time, Fred grew bored and decided to go next door to the cafe to get iced lemonade for the three or rather to flirt with the barista.

A certain album caught George's eye, he quickly brought it over to the register, hiding it from the already distracted Olivia and bought the record.

After a bit more browsing, Olivia decided on a Cheap Trick album, and brought it over to the register where Jakob was working.

"Hey! Theres my favorite costumer!" Jakob exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

Olivia smiled, "Oh you're too nice Jakob," she said with a chuckle and then resumed speaking, "You guys wouldn't happen to have any extra needles would you?"

"I've got one right here," he said as he reached down to grab it, "on the house!" he continued as he placed the equipment on the counter.

"Really? Are you sure?" she asked startled by his gesture.

"Of course! Anything for our prettiest costumer!"

George shifted in his place, visibly uncomfortable , and released an exaggerated sigh causing Olivia to look back at him confused, "Yes?" she questioned.

"I just don't want the ice in our drinks to melt." He said annoyed as he gestured to Fred who was now standing at the window outside in the heat.

"No worries, I'll ring you up real quick!" Jakob reassured in a calm, kind voice and finished ringing her up.

The group returned to 12 Grimmauld Place, Olivia's thoughts still stuck on Georges behavior in the store. Was he really jealous? Did he want something more? Is it more than just flirting for him too?