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It was getting late one night at the Burrow. Harry had just arrived that morning while Hermione got there the day before and (F/N) had already been staying there for most of the summer since her parents were away on ministry work. Harry, (F/N), Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were sitting around the fire place. The room was buzzing about Quidditch; Mr. Weasley had gotten tickets through his job at the ministry to this year's world cup. Ron and the twins we of course arguing about about which team they thought was better.
Ron sat on the couch with Fred and George perched on the top, one on each side of him. Fred started out, "we'll give you Krum is good..." His twin jumped into finish, "but we have five sickles that the Irish take home the win this year". They knew he couldn't resist.
"You're on!" He yelled out which earning him a shh from the rest of the group. Mr. Weasley went up to bed not to long ago and they knew Ms. Weasley would not be happy if they woke him. She was just finishing up cleaning the kitchen and walked into see the group of excited teens.
"All right all of you. Settle down. Now, Hermione and (F/N) both know I have the extra cots in Ginny's room for them. Harry, yours is in Ron's. I suggest you all get to bed soon. Early start in the morning. Your father said you're meeting Mr. Diggory at sunrise to get to the game. Goodnight."
She went around to each and gave them a kiss on the forehead. They all said "goodnight," as she made her way up the stairs.
Despite her warning of an early morning, not one of them could sleep yet. The prospect of the big game was too exciting. This would be the first time most of them would be seeing a real, professional game.
Soon though the yawns started and the buzz died down. Hermione was the first one to call it a night, quickly followed by Ginny. Ron ended up dozing off on the couch which earned him a slap on the head from Harry, who lead the sleepy ginger up the stairs to where they were staying. It left the twins and (F/N) sitting around the fire, the twins moved from the top of the couch to lounging on separate ends of it. (F/N), who was originally laying on the floor closest to the fire, now in the middle of the two. She had kind of zoned out looking into the dying embers of the fireplace.
Fred looked up over her head to his brother. The two having one of those silent twin conversations with their eyes. Fred's eyes moved from (F/N) to George and he wiggled his eyebrows.
You see Fred knew that George had very recently developed a crush on the small (H/C) sitting between them. He refused to admit it out loud. I mean he had known her for years now and she wasn't even in the same year. She had started with their brother Ron when they were already in 3rd year and was always much closer to him because of it. But something had happen over this summer. When her parents dropped her off to stay for the summer, like they had for many years prior, she look different. Older, prettier, or maybe she was always pretty and he was just noticing now. Who could say?
But now on the couch late that night Fred knew it was his job to push his brother in the right direction. He say up straight and made a big yawn. This drew (F/N)'s eyes from the fire and to the twin on her right.
"Well I am beat. Don't let me stop the fun though. You two enjoy the fire for a bit longer." He stood and gave George a look that essentially said 'I better not see you in the room right behind me'.
The sweet voice of (F/N) piped into their silent conversation. "Oh well good night Fred. See you in a couple hours." She gave him a small smile which he returned before heading up the stairs, impressed that she knew it was Fred and not George. She always seems to know which was which. Never right 100% of the time but pretty close.
And then there were two. (F/N) spread out a bit more on the couch now that Fred was gone but George still stuck to his corner of the couch.
"You're quieter than normal. Most days it's like you never shut up but lately it seems Fred has done most the talking", she broke the silence that was building. "Huh?" He looked to her and blushed embarrassingly realizing he's barely said a word to her all summer.
"Hmm I don't know. Just haven't had much to say." She gave him a look of disbelief at his statement.
"You, not much to say? Haha, don't make me laugh." She chuckled at this obvious lie. He just shrugged in response and remained quiet. This frustrated the girl, in the past she had never had a problem talking with either of the two joker twins. After all she spent many summers with the Weasley family, with both her parents working important Ministry jobs and knowing the ginger family since she was a young child.
(F/N) continued to stare at the boy on the other side of the couch, noticing how there was a strange distance between the two, he seemed to crammed himself into the corner of the couch. His strange behavior worried her but decided not to push it, he would tell her what was wrong when he was ready.
Instead she decided to change the topic, get him talking. "So I'm really excited for tomorrow. I've never been to a real Quidditch match before."
This seemed to snap him out of his funk a bit. "What are you talking about? You come see the Gryffindor team play all the time." He huffed and sat up out of the corner a bit.
"That doesn't count. You guys are just a school team. I'm talking about the real deal, professionals." She knew she could get a bit of a rise out of him by saying this and it seemed to be working as he crossed his arms and let out a humph noise.
"It so does count!" Now that he was actually looking at her he could see the smirk on her face and knew she was just kidding around with him. At the look on his face she started to laugh, which in turn made him start to laugh as well. He could never stay mad at her, even when they were kids.
"I knew you didn't mean that." He said once the laughter died down. She still giggled at his reaction. "Maybe I didn't, but I did mean it when I said I was excited. Mum and dad always promised to take me in the past but they always seem to be away working when the big games roll around."
She had a defeated tone when she said that and George felt bad. If she wasn't at Hogwarts she was usually at the Weasley's spending holidays and vacations. In fact he couldn't remember a summer since she left for Hogwarts that she didn't spend a majority of it at the Burrow. He didn't like the frown she now wore when thinking of her parents, he always preferred her smile. He especially liked it when it was him making her smile.
He scooted over a bit closer to her and gave her should a nudge with his own. "Well if it's a real Quidditch match you want then a real Quidditch match you'll get. Nothing more authentic than the World Cup." Her smile returned to her face.
"Then maybe I'll actually get to see some real Beaters in action," she teased him with a giggle.
George faced her with mock offense. "Well I have never been so insulted. That's it you are officially uninvited to Gryffindor games for the next season. And I'll make sure to let everyone know that you prefer the Slytherin team to us." He turned his back to her with extra dramatic flare.
(F/N) laughed at his dramatics while playing along, knowing he would never play a game without having her in the stands. He always said she was his favorite fan. "Oh no George don't do that. Please, how ever will I survive my fourth year? How can I prove my loyalty to the Gryffindor team?" She faked a swoon.
At her plea, George turned back to face her with a smirk. "There might be one way..." She could see in his eyes he was up to something.
"First you must say how I am the greatest beater you have ever seen and best looking player on the team."
She smirked at him. "Greatest ever huh? Maybe but I don't know about best looking, sometimes I find Fred to be a bit more charming than yourself."
"You must have hit your head. I am clearly the more charming twin. There's only one thing I can do to change your mind." His smirk turned into a grin that showed he was up to something.
But before (F/N) could react George jumped from his side of the couch and started to tickle her sides, right where he knew she was most vulnerable. She did her best to hold down her laughter.
"George stop that. Ha! We'll wake everybody up." But he did not relent.
"Not until you take back what you said. I am and always have been the better looking twin." He continued his assault.
(F/N) tried to squirm away. "Never! Hahahaha." She tried to say between laughs. She was laughing so hard she could barely breath.
Finally after a bit of struggle his pinned her down on the couch, stopping her from squirming around and letting her catch her breath.
"Do you yield yet?" He said also a bit out of breath from her attempts to get away.
But instead of an answer there was just a tense feeling in the air. He was so close that she could smell the gunpowder and peppermint that always seemed to linger on him. He could feel each breath she took she was pressed so close against him. He noticed the light freckles that danced across her skin. She really was pretty.
It was an intense couple of seconds before someone finally broke the silence. George closed the gap between them and slammed his lips against hers. It probably wasn't the most graceful kiss but he didn't care. (F/N)'s eyes widened in shock before she closed them and melt into the kiss.
Then suddenly like a rubber band, they snapped back to reality. (F/N) pulled back as far into the couch as she could while George jumped up and stood silent, not believing what he just did.
(F/N)'s mind was racing. She just had her first kiss, with George Weasley no less. George freaking Weasley. The goofy, sweet, older brother of one of her closest friends.
Finally George broke the silence. "I...I am so sorry," he stuttered out. His mind was also racing with how stupid he must have looked. She didn't ask to be kissed. He just stole her first kiss on some stupid heat of the moment impulse. "I just... I don't know what came over me."
He was starting to feel incredible hot as she just sat there, her hand raised to her lips. "It's ah... it's getting late and yeah... good night." And before (F/N) could even say a word he was stumbling back towards the stairs, hitting his back on the wall beside them before turning around and racing up to his room.
Once he was back in the safety of his own room he slammed the door shut and leaned his forehead against it. He was in deep shit now. What in the name of Godric Gryffindor was he thinking.
He was so in his own head he jumped in surprise when the other person in the room spoke up. "So how'd it go?" Fred said with a smirk.
George almost forgot that his twin would for sure want a play by play of their alone time. He tried to play it off cool.
"How'd what go?" He stumbled over to his bed and started getting under the covers.
"Don't play dumb. You and (F/N) were down there alone for almost 20 minutes and now you come racing up here like you set off a fire cracker in mums garden. What happened?" Fred was now sitting up in bed.
"Nothing happened. We just talked about the game tomorrow. That's it."
"That's it?" Fred was skeptical and it wasn't just his twin senses going off. George was visibly agitated. "Fine don't tell me tonight but you know we don't keep secrets from each other. I'll find out eventually."
With that he turned over and went back to sleep. While George stared at the ceiling trying to sleep but the events of last 20 minutes kept running through his head. Her smile, her soft lips, the look of surprise when he pulled away. He was getting no sleep tonight.
Meanwhile downstairs (F/N) heard the door slam as George escaped upstairs. What just happened? Did he really just kiss her and run away? This was not at all how she pictured her first kiss, not that she really thought about it at all but this was for sure not it. He didn't even let her say a word.
Her hand fell from where she had it pressed against her lips. The kiss itself wasn't horrible, a little sloppy on both ends but it wasn't bad. It was how he behaved after that made her upset. Still the stuttering mess he became was kind of adorable. Maybe she never thought of him in that way before but boy have things changed now.
After making sure the fire was completely out she went upstairs quietly as to not wake anyone and rolled into bed with her head filled with a certain ginger trickster. Who knows what will happen when she sees him tomorrow.