A Little R&R || Fred

[george]

talk myself out of feeling, talk myself out of control

Even living the dream made days hard sometimes, George had come to realize. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his work at the joke shop. It was just harder to run than he had ever given any thought to. Selling things to people, watching them to make sure they didn’t steal anything, running the register to ring people up, all of it had a tax on the body by the end of the day. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to work tomorrow and he had a delightful night of rest ahead of him.

Flopping down on the couch in the small sitting room, George heaved a sigh. His feet were aching. Had life ever been this hard for him before? During Hogwarts he had never noticed if his body ached, because he had never pushed it hard enough to get it there. The only thing that had ever made his body scream at him was Oliver’s practices, and of course he had only suffered through those for two years. It was so long ago now that he didn’t even really remember them.

Adult life was harder than anyone had ever told him it would be. Oh sure, maybe his mum had warned him. George couldn’t be sure now. He hadn’t paid her much attention whenever she would start nagging him about such things. Leaning more into the couch and allowing his head to rest on the back, he stared up dully at the ceiling He was happy they were so successful and so busy, but it also took away from other parts of his life now that there were only three people running the shop right now.

It meant that they had less time to go out and about on the town. When George was done with work and the shop was closed, all he wanted to do was drag himself upstairs and into bed. When he actually did go out, he rarely did anything other than drop in for a visit with his parents and/or family. He needed to actually find something other than running himself ragged to do.

He propped his feet up on the small coffee table and stretched out his long limbs, listening to the cracks as his bones popped into place. It was a strange sensation: pleasant, and yet discomfiting. George didn’t bother to think on it. He wondered idly where his twin was. Fred was still downstairs more than likely, or perhaps he had wandered off somewhere. He wouldn’t be surprised. George wasn’t quite as adventurous as Fred.

Perhaps he should work on more jokes that were in beta. His mind was already yelling at him about what a stupid thing that was. Work, work, and more work, it seemed to be all he did for the past few months. He had to do something different. He could go out and practice Quidditch. He hadn’t gotten on a broom to play in what felt like years, ages. He wondered if he should ask Fred if he wanted to go out and do something.

Yawning, George placed a hand over his mouth and closed his eyes for a moment. He was so dead tired after a day at work. Maybe he should really just crawl into bed and sleep it off. He’d feel better in the morning and then he could get into some mischief then. Perhaps go see his mum and tease her, rile her up like he always enjoyed doing.

It was starting to sound more and more like a plan to just go crash right now.

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-radius: 10px; border-left: 10px solid #F8AA2C; background: #FCFEF5;] dear maria, count me in a little r&r Tomorrow was a Sunday, and that meant that Fred didn’t have to work then. He didn’t have much on the agenda now actually, and he considered trying to find his twin to see what he was up to. He felt like he hadn’t seen George in ages and really he had so much to tell him. Before he left the room though, he needed to write a letter back to Hermione. While she was studying her cute little head off in Hogwarts he was here. Of course it wasn’t that he didn’t love his shop, he loved everything about it. Just, he wished that he still got to see all of his old friends as much, and Quidditch. He loved Quidditch. Truly he still missed it and longed to get on his broom once again. It had been far too long and he didn’t want to even think about just how long it had been. Also, since he was banned from the team during the wrath of Umbridge it had been even longer. The thought made him frown and he had to clear his head before he started his letter to Hermione. No need for his letter to be filled with angst to her. If anything he was going to make it as disgustingly cute as he could. There needed to be some reason for her to want to stay with him. He hadn’t figured out a reason yet, so it was about time he had one. Merlin knows why she was with him. Once he finished writing the letter he went up from downstairs to the kitchen, passing his twin as he went. “Heya Georgie,” he said, knowing that he was awake. Even though his brother looked like he could be asleep, Fred just knew he wasn’t. He could sense it. It was one of those weird twin things or something. When he handed the letter over to the owl it nipped him gently on the finger. Fred gave it a small pat on the head before it was off to deliver the letter to his girlfriend. He padded back to the sitting area and plopped himself down beside his twin on the couch. “So, does your body hurt as badly as mine does?” he asked, hoping to Merlin that they would be used to all of the work soon, or at least their bodies would be. Fred could use a back rub pretty badly right now and he wished once again that Hermione were around. She seemed nice enough that she would do it for him. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table like his brother and rested his head back on the couch. “Are you up for doing something or just crashing?” he asked, knowing they hadn’t gone out in awhile. However, he was completely up for crashing or just hanging out here too. He couldn’t remember a time before the shop where he went to bed before nine though, even as a child. Fred licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling, wondering when Hermione would get his owl. He needed to stop being so distracted. “I’m personally all for either. My feet are killing me though,” he felt like their Aunt Muriel ragging on about his feet hurting and the thought caused him to snigger. Word count: 553

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[george]

talk myself out of feeling, talk myself out of control

George groaned. Trust Fred to come waltzing in right when George had made up his mind to drag himself bodily out of the room and to his bed. “I would vote for just laying here for a bit,” he muttered. “I think once my body starts aching I might want to do something. We haven’t played any Quidditch in a while.” They didn’t have enough people to play with however, and that made George sigh. “We could just fly a bit. I miss it.”

“Did you see that couple earlier?” George suddenly brought up. There had been this disgustingly cute couple that kept messing around with the love potions until George had to tell them to buy something or bugger off. They were just scaring off the single people who wanted to look at the love potions. “They couldn’t keep their hands off each other long enough to buy something!” George heaved a tiresome sigh. “I don’t understand people like that.”

Perhaps it was more because George had never felt like that. There had been girls he had thought were cute or endearing, but nothing that ever made his heart beat a little faster. There had never been a girl that made him pause and think. He figured Fred would agree with him. As far as George knew (and he prided himself on knowing Fred the best because they were twins) Fred had never had a girl before either.

George dragged himself to his feet with a groan. His tired body gave a throb in protest, but he ignored it in favor of going to the tiny kitchen and finding something to drink. His tongue was parched and he felt like he hadn’t had an ounce of liquid pass through him in days. “Do you want something?” he called out into the sitting room. He knew—even with his head shoved into the fridge—Fred would somehow be able to hear him. Grabbing a butterbeer, he cracked it open and drank it greedily, wiping a hand over his mouth as he headed back into the sitting room. “Whoops, too late, Freddie. Oh well.”

Grinning, he took a seat next to his twin again and leaned his head back, resting his eyes. “I love the joke shop, don’t get me wrong, but it’s really wearing me out.” Maybe they should hire more help? They were doing well enough, but he was hesitant to hire more people to pay. Verity was helpful, but sometimes they all just got too swamped. “Verity would probably worship the ground we walk on if we got her someone to help around the shop front.”

Bringing his drink back up to his lips, he took a quick swig and glanced sideways at his twin. He seemed distracted, like his thoughts were elsewhere. “Oy, Fred!” George gave a nudge for good measure. “You in there, mate?”

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-radius: 10px; border-left: 10px solid #F8AA2C; background: #FCFEF5;] dear maria, count me in a little r&r Fred heard his brother groan and it made him laugh. George wanted to stay around the loft and he didn’t blame him. Truthfully Fred had been leaning toward that option as well. They worked just about every day except Sunday and on Sunday they’re usually restocking. “Yeah, I’m all for that plan,” he said, grinning when his brother mentioned Quidditch. He missed it more than he cared to tell and the thought of flying around again made him excited, like he wanted to go out now. The thought of moving though made him ache more and so he just relaxed his body. “Flying sounds good too,” he said, even though by the time they got out it would probably be getting dark. Fred didn’t mind flying with the bats though. George asked him if he saw the couple earlier. Of course he did. It reminded him of Hermione, only they weren’t that disgustingly cute…in public at least. “I saw,” he chortled, letting his brother go on his rant about them. They were disgusting and quite annoying though, mostly because they were scaring away anyone that came within a ten-foot radius of them with their lovey dovey-ness. “I don’t understand it either. ‘Mione and I aren’t like that,” he shook his head in a light laugh. He didn’t see her enough to even be like that. Of course he felt like that sometimes with her, and wanted to be disgustingly cute. However, he wasn’t really like that. He did a few cute things, but he didn’t snog the hell out of her in public where other people were watching them. Fred always found that to be rude, and just plain awkward. “Maybe they were just so in love,” Fred teased, batting his eyelashes up at the ceiling and lacing his fingers together on his hands. He was looking quite cherub-like. Now that he thought about it though, did George even know that Fred was dating Hermione? “You do know I’m dating Hermione, don’t you?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow up at him. Maybe Fred never had the time to tell him. Merlin he felt terrible about it. He stood up after George did, stretching his limbs as he stood. It felt good, though his muscles still throbbed and ached all over. Gently he rubbed his shoulder with the opposing arm, frowning slightly at the pain of this. Maybe their mum had a tonic for this at The Burrow or something. Fred went to open his mouth when his brother asked him if he wanted something. However, George drank exactly what he wanted. Fred narrowed his eyes at him and pushed him playfully away from the fridge. For a moment he thought about hexing him, but was far too exhausted to be starting a war between the two of them. “You’re an arse.” He said, taking water out of the fridge and sat back down beside his twin, shoving him again. George closed his eyes and Fred considered pouring the water on him. That would sure wake him up. He realized that he hadn’t answered his brother’s questions though, and when George brought him out of his daze of plotting against him he smiled devilishly. “I know what you mean. If we hire more people that means less money for us though.” He teased, knowing his brother was right. The shop was growing far to quickly and they still had close to no help. “Maybe we should put up a sign, or ask one of our dearest siblings.” He shrugged. If they hired family they didn’t have to pay as much, or maybe they would. He crinkled his nose. “On second thought maybe not family.” Word count: 613

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[george]

talk myself out of feeling, talk myself out of control

George thrummed his fingers on the arm of the couch, his eyes still closed. It took a few moments for Fred’s words from before to sink into his brain. Hermione and Fred. Hermione and Fred? George’s eyes snapped open and, ignoring the last part about hiring someone, he turned to his twin and stared in shock. “Wait.” It finally appeared that George had wrapped his thoughts around what his brother had told him earlier. “What do you mean you and Hermione are dating?”

That was definitely a curveball George had not been expecting. Is this why he had started to see just a little bit less of his brother? Fred had finally found a girl that suited his tastes? “I-I thought.” George came to a stop after he stuttered a bit and stared at Fred with wide eyes.

“Oy,” he said loudly and raised his brows expectantly. “When did this happen exactly?” George would be lying if he didn’t admit to thinking eventually Hermione would end up with Ron. It wasn’t like George cared either way, but the thought had always been there. The way Hermione and Ron acted, George had just assumed. But he should have known that things wouldn’t end up the way he thought they would. They very rarely ever did after all.

He still could not wrap his mind around his brother being with the book smart Hermione. Fred liked to laugh, have fun, and prank people, while Hermione liked to put a stop to such things because they interfered with her studying. He wondered when the two of them had realized that their feelings ran deeper than friendship. George wondered when he had become the odd one without a girlfriend. Huh, strange. He had never wanted one before, but Fred having one meant that George was somehow out of the loop like he had never been before.

“You’re kidding.” George shook his head, having finally figured it out. That had to be the answer. Fred was pulling another one of his jokes and trying to put a bag over George’s head, figuratively of course. George sighed and leaned back, relieved. He had been really scared there that Fred had actually gotten himself a girlfriend while George was still single. That would be super awkward, wouldn’t it? And strange. Something that George didn’t want to have to deal with for many months to come.

“That was a good one,” he said as he tipped his drink back up to his lips and took a long chug. Fred and Hermione? That was an odd thought. In his entire life he would have never been able to figure out Fred going for Hermione, let alone the other way around. In Fred’s delusion, he wondered who had made the first move. Should he ask him, or would Fred just laugh at him harder later on down the line when he finally revealed it was all one big prank?

George shrugged it off. It wasn’t like he cared that much to ask anyway. He finished off his butterbeer and then leaned forward to set the bottle on the coffee table. Yeah, Fred had definitely almost fooled him. George was pretty surprised by it. He had thought he had learned to foresee when Fred was about to make a joke or try to lead someone on. George would just have to be on his toes more, that’s all.

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-radius: 10px; border-left: 10px solid #F8AA2C; background: #FCFEF5;] dear maria, count me in a little r&r Of course George didn’t believe him. Why would he? No one ever believed him when he said that he was dating Hermione. Sometimes he didn’t understand why either. Was he really all that big of a step down for her? He sure didn’t think so. Merlin, he treated her the best he knew how to treat a woman. It wasn’t that big of a stretch, was it? Probably. No one in her right mind would date him. It was only a matter of time before she left him too, and deep down he knew that. This was only reminding him of it though, and how no one thought he was good enough for her. Of course his brother hadn’t said that, but he didn’t have to. He wondered what was going through George’s mind, though he was sure that his brother didn’t believe that he was actually dating Hermione. When George spoke Fred’s eyebrows knit together. Didn’t George know? Apparently not, but he barely saw his brother to tell him. Well, that wasn’t true. Fred saw him a lot, every day actually. Just, he didn’t get the time to talk to his brother like he used to, but he was going to change that. This was like a smack in the face to him. He had been dating Hermione awhile now and poor George didn’t even know. Fred knew he wasn’t going to believe him anyway though. This was going to take a bit of convincing. He didn’t blame him though. Fred wouldn’t believe himself either. It was a crazy thing to say. “It happened maybe a month ago, a little over?” he shrugged. Truthfully he didn’t see Hermione that often, so the time was just passing. It was hard to explain, not that his feelings for her changed from that. He always sort of fancied her, in a way, and George should have known that. Fred had brought it up sometime after the Quidditch World Cup once, or twice. Though he had let it go until recently. Ron hadn’t made a move, so Fred did. No matter what, she was going to be dating a Weasley. Still, he wondered if his brother was mad at him for not telling him until now. He had meant to, of course. He wasn’t keeping it from George on purpose. George said that he was kidding, like Fred would joke about something like this. Okay, so maybe he would. He wasn’t kidding though, and he was slightly hurt that his brother didn’t believe him. How could he though? Who would have thought that Fred Weasley would ever be dating Hermione Granger. He pressed his lips together and looked over at their wall. It was so blank there. Maybe they should put up a picture or something. “I’m not kidding though,” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. Normally he would have found something like this to be funny, but he just couldn’t. She was really dating him. They were together and had been for a little while now. He had just finished writing a letter to her… “Hell, I wouldn’t try to convince you so much if it weren’t true,” he snorted air through his nose and looked at his twin. “Really George, I’m dating Hermione,” he half-smiled, wondering if his brother would believe him now, or still think that he was trying to pull one over on him. Word count:566

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[george]

talk myself out of feeling, talk myself out of control

George blinked and then turned his head to stare at his twin. He was being serious. George stared at him as his mouth slowly opened and closed, trying to find something to say. “I always thought you fancied the Giant Squid,” was the thing to escape him before he could stop it. Humor was a good coping mechanism. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known Fred thought Hermione was cute and endearing; it was just that George had always thought Ron would make a move and, well, it was shocking to find out it was Fred who had done so first.

His mind was reeling. Fred and Hermione. Well, they made a good pair. Hermione could probably keep Fred in line, and Fred could make Hermione laugh. Snorting, George shook his head. “You didn’t tell me before now? Truly, I’m hurt, Fred!” He placed a hand over his chest, sniffing. “So hurt.”

Fred wasn’t kidding about this. He really was dating Hermione Granger. He supposed it made more sense than Ron dating her. Ron was a git sometimes (though George loved him dearly) and hard headed. Hermione needed someone who could laugh things off. “Have you two gone on dates?” George teased, turning his voice into a sickly sweet one to tease his identical twin. “Oh, next time I see Hermione, you just wait.”

He had never gotten this chance before, to embarrass his twin because there was a girl in his life. George was not going to waste it just because it was Hermione. “If I ever come around and she’s here, I’m going to make it my mission to embarrass you. What are twins for, anyhow?”

This meant George was the odd one out though. He supposed he could find a girl and ask her on a date, see where things went. He didn’t need to though. He could be alone. Couldn’t he? It wasn’t like Hermione would take Fred away. Fred was still right here; they still owned a joke shop together, and lived in the loft with each other. Hermione still had two more years of schooling left, and then who knew how much more training to get the job of her choice? Fred wasn’t going to be hurrying out of George’s life just yet.

“So how did it happen?” He was curious who had asked who first. “Did you ask her, or did she ask you?” He had a feeling it was probably Fred, and he had probably had to convince Hermione he was serious. Just like Fred had done with George, he had probably had to sit Hermione down and reason it out with her, point out all the logical hints that showed that Fred had liked her for a while.

That actually sounded like the most likely scenario.

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-radius: 10px; border-left: 10px solid #F8AA2C; background: #FCFEF5;] dear maria, count me in a little r&r Fred couldn’t help but laugh and roll his eyes at his brother’s comment. George would be the one to make a joke here. It was funny though and yes he did like the Giant Squid, however something was telling him it probably would not have made the best girlfriend. Still grinning he shook his head at his brother. “Is it really that mental?” He asked. Personally he thought Hermione was rather good looking. Something about her, especially since puberty set it. Merlin’s pants did that set in well with her. Now he wanted to see her. This was George’s fault. Did his brother really not think he was capable of being with someone like Hermione though? Sure he was a completely goofball, but he could be serious, sometimes. He wondered what was going through his brother’s mind just before he faked hurt from Fred not telling him. That he felt truly bad about. He had meant to, just never got around to it. A month, yeah, that was normal. A light groan escaped him and he ran a hand through his short hair. “Sorry Georgie, I never really got the time with the shop and everything. We don’t get to talk much about that stuff anymore,” he laughed it off, hoping his brother would do the same. “It’s not like I’ve been able to have ‘er over either. Hogwarts gets in the way of that.” That’s why he was secretly excited for the Holiday. He would definitely get to see her then, unless Ron got in the way or something. Fred wondered if his youngest brother knew Fred was dating Hermione or not. Everyone at The Burrow would be surprised about that one… “We’ve been out a few times,” he said, a smile coming onto his lips against his will. He tried to hide it because he felt like a ridiculous girl or something. His brother’s voice concerned him though, and he could only imagine what George was going to do. Fred would have to get him back if his twin ever settled down. Giving him a threatening look he sat back on the couch, satisfied that his brother didn’t seem truly upset. “If you act like a git I’ll make sure no one ever marries you,” he teased, snorting through his nose. Fred pitied Hermione for putting up with them and whoever was thick or daring enough to date George. “You can’t embarrass me. I think it’s impossible,” he shrugged, unable to think of anything George could do that would actually embarrass him…nothing that he could think of. Hopefully George wouldn’t be able to think of anything too mental. Maybe if George found someone they could go out on double dates or something. That would be fun, right? He crinkled his forehead thinking about it. George might not be into settling down. Fred hadn’t been at first though either. “Well, at first she didn’t think I was serious. Don’t really blame her,” he laughed, thinking back on it. “After some convincing though, she decided to give me a chance and we went out, she came here once and we cooked. Weirdly enough we clicked. You knew I fancied her though. Only I told you that a few years ago.” He laughed, feeling somewhat sheepish about admitting that. He felt like a lovesick puppy or something. “She fancied me back though, I guess and here we are.” Word count:564

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[george]

talk myself out of feeling, talk myself out of control

"Not mental, per se," his twin brother replied. "I just hadn't seen it coming." It was a wild ball. He had never thought that Hermione and Fred would get together. Not that he disapproved of it, just that it was a shock to find out. It did make sense though, them getting together. Hermione could balance out Fred, just as Fred could push Hermione's lines of comfort. She was always staying in her shell, trying to do the right thing all the time. It might be fun for her to break loose and do something wild. Fred definitely had a good handle on the wilder aspect of life.

"Yeah," George agreed. "Hogwarts can really get in the way of things. Especially when you're dating a prefect who loves to do her homework on time. She's not like how we were." He stretched his arms behind him, folding them so that his head could lie back against them. He stared up at the ceiling, debating. The more he thought about it, the more he liked that Fred had Hermione. It meant that he had George, and now he had a girlfriend, and now his life was good. Right? George was happy for that. He loved his twin, and he wanted him to be happy. If Hermione made him happy, then, well, George would learn to share, he guessed.

"You can't beat the girls back with a stick, Freddie," he told his brother. "They're just gonna keep coming at me, I'm that handsome." He grinned, chuckling. Of course George would love to believe that. Fred and he always joked that they were ridiculously good looking and girls were just scared to approach them. George honestly wasn't looking for a relationship right now. There was no girl interesting enough to keep him around. Sure, there were pretty girls he had seen occasionally, but nothing to spark his interest in having a girlfriend. They only nagged, nagged, nagged from what he had seen. He didn't want that. He didn't have enough time in his life right now for a girl to be upset that he barely had time for her, let alone his own personal life.

"Impossible?" George asked his brother and tilted his head to look over at him, crooking a brow. "Nothing is impossible with us, Freddie. You should know that by now." He would figure out a way. One way or another, he would find a way to fluster Fred. Of course, George himself had nothing coming to mind right now. They had already done anything shameful to each other long ago when they were younger. By now they had grown up to realize that they had pushed the envelope and succeeded in going as far as they could. George would have to start wracking his brain for a new way to make Fred all flustered around Hermione. It would a good laugh if he could achieve it.

"I knew you thought she was cute," George said. "I hadn't known it was anything past just 'oh Hermione is cute for a bookworm.' But nah, that's alright. Might be that I was just dense at the time for once when it came to you." He shrugged. He wasn't upset about it anymore. Now that Fred had told him and it wasn't some untold thing between them, George had settled down. He liked knowing what was going on in Fred's life. "She came over and you cooked? I'm surprised you didn't blow the entire loft up, along with the shop, Freddie."

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-radius: 10px; border-left: 10px solid #F8AA2C; background: #FCFEF5;] dear maria, count me in a little r&r Fred shrugged. He wouldn’t have seen it coming either so he didn’t blame George for thinking it was a bit crazy. He didn’t imagine getting together with Hermione either, so why would Fred have saw it coming. Hopefully Hermione would be good for him though. The people that believed that he was dating her seemed to think so at least. She balanced him out and put him back in his place every so often. Really he needed her now, and didn’t want to think about what it would be like if she were to ever leave him. He pressed his lips together and tried not to think about it anymore. “I didn’t really see it coming either to be honest,” he laughed a bit uneasily. The fact that he didn’t see it coming mad it hard to believe that it was real. Fred was just waiting to wake up from the dream that he was dating someone like her. “She sure does getting her homework done on time,” he agreed, shaking his head a bit. At least he would get to see her a lot over the summer, well maybe. He might not see her at all. Maybe when the war was over…if he was still with her he was marrying her by then. He knew that. Hell, he’d probably marry her before that if she would let him, and he knew she wouldn’t. He didn’t find it strange at all that he was already considering marrying her. Actually he wasn’t even considering it. He knew that he absolutely would if given the chance. Fred wondered what his brother was feeling about this. He hoped that he wouldn’t be jealous. Fred loved his twin more than anything, and it was a different kind of love that he had for Hermione. “You know I’m going to be around just as much,” he said, wanting to make sure that George knew that. “Nope, you can have them all.” He laughed, knowing that his brother did tend to attract a lot of girls. It was just the Weasley charm or something. They were good at that. Only, not a lot of girls approached them. Typically they just got giggles and smiles from afar. It was up to them to do the charming and approaching. He didn’t have to do that much with Hermione of course. She was more of a challenge, and he was glad he went for it now of course. “Yeah you’re right.” Nothing was impossible, if they had enough nerve to do it. Fred and George had enough nerve for the entire wizarding world put together too. His brother would totally find a way to embarrass him and Fred wouldn’t put it past him. He would prepare Hermione for it though, it was only fair of course. “She was,” he half-grinned. “I thought you knew though,” he admitted. “You’re always thick though, so that was definitely it.” His twin was the furthest thing from thick and he knew that. However, it was still fun to tease him about it. If anything George was probably smarter than he was. At least in a few things… “I didn’t cook. She did most of it.” He laughed, knowing that if he could he would have blown up the loft and probably shop. Fred didn’t cook. George at least could manage to not burn things, or that’s what Fred thought at least. “I just stirred something,” he flashed a proud grin. “I’m damn good at it too.” Word count:583

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