mine, and mine only; a george weasley fanfiction

"oh, come off it!" i plead, reaching for the slip that's folded in fred's hands

"not until you admit your cheeky feelings for my brother, juniper! my own brother!" he exclaims with a fake gasp.

unfortunately for me, ron and harry file in the room, confused expressions blanched onto their faces.

"merlin, don't you two have other places to be??" i scoff, continuing to attempt the returning on my paper.

"excuse me june, but it's MY room, in which HARRY and I are STAYING in." ron replies, indignantly .

and just like that, more than half the weasley household is chattering about in ron's quarters, observing the fiasco. ginny and hermione have nestled themselves on ron's bed, watching the scene, as harry and ron lean against the closet doors. all giving me no help to getting back my note whatsoever.

and suddenly the person i MOST wished not to see at this very moment.

"merlin's beard, what's going on in here? a WWE match? what've i missed?" george towers in the doorframe, dripping wet in his painfully thin shirt, as he'd been out in the rain training for quidditch.

i am in deep shit.