Understand
You're sitting on your bed in the dormitory, fiddling with a new prototype. Your twin is on his bed, right next to yours, and he's going off about all of the little details concerning his dance with Angelina.
"She wanted to go back to the dorms for some 'alone time,'" he says, grinning. You grin back and waggle your eyebrows at him.
You know he's liked her for a while, and she him. You're happy for the both of them, because Angelina's not too bad - she plays Quidditch, she doesn't get bothered with the immaturity of them both, and she understands their jokes too.
Fred's eyes light up again. "How could I have said no? Like - Merlin, George, I thought she was giving me Amortentia or something."
You and Fred are pretty much the same. You've always understood him, why he says something, why he does it. Aside from a few small quirks, you're both alike in many aspects.
But one thing you can't connect with is this - him fancying someone. Not that it's a bad thing, at all - definitely not - but you feel different.
It's the first time you haven't connected with the gleam in his eyes or the smile on his lips, and you're so very confused.
a/n - my second george-centric fic in four days. sue me. i don't write second-person pov much... it's somewhat of an experiment. for 5 10 20 50 100 fandoms.