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"Fred! George!" The annoyingly persistent voice penetrated through George's alcohol hazed mind, causing him to groan and clutch his head against the onslaught of pain. "Fred!" Loud banging nearby ensued, forcing another groan of pain from George. There was quiet for a moment, quickly lulling him into a false sense of security as his eyes began to drift shut once again. "George!" The banging was much louder this time, as it was on the door to his room instead of Fred's. "Get up, you lazy git!"

"Sod off!" George's plea was completely ignored as his sister stormed into the room and ripped the nice warm covers off of him. "Go away, Gin!" Once again, the plea was ignored as she started jumping up and down on his bed, causing him to bounce around.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" Ginny's chant continued until George reached out and grabbed her ankle, making her crash beside of him. From this angle she just proceeded to try to bodily push him out of bed, grunting with the effort. "You're... not... making... this... easy!" she grunted out between the rough shoves to her brother's person. George tried to ignore the surprisingly strong girl by burying his head under his pillow. He wasn't sure why he always forgot how strong she was, probably because she looked so innocent— yeah right. With one last shove, George landed on the hard floor of his room with a grunt.

"What the fuck, Gin!" Now his head was really splitting. He struggled up and finally managed to make it to his feet with minimal shaking.

"Oh, good! You're up!" With that cheerful statement she skipped out of his room to let him get dressed. It took a few minutes of genuine effort to force himself into the clothes he had on last night. Once he had managed that, he drug himself out to the kitchen, where he could hear voices and the clattering of dishes.

"Morning, Georgie! You look like shite!" Fred laughed hard from his spot at the kitchen table. George just grunted in response, making his way to the cupboard to the left of the stove, where the hangover potions were kept. He pulled one out, unstoppered it, and tossed it back. After about thirty seconds, he felt immensely better and turned to face his own kitchen. He about had a heart attack when he saw Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all staring at him with mildly amused expressions.

"Morning, all," George turned and left, heading to the bathroom. Everyone in the kitchen resumed their conversations as they heard the water kick on. It was obvious he wanted a shower before he graced them all with his presence. He stood under the spray, letting the water cascade down his back and chest. He hoped that this would wake him up enough to face the small crowd of people that were over for breakfast. Or was it lunch? Who cares? George stepped out of the shower and instantly realized that he was an idiot. He hadn't bothered to stop for clean clothes on his way to the bathroom and there was no way that he was going to put the dirty ones on.

It's not like he couldn't walk half naked around his own house. Since when was he shy around any of the people sitting out there anyways? He slung a towel across his hips and left for his bedroom. He didn't encounter anyone on the short walk down the hall and quickly threw on the first clean pair of jeans he found, and an old Weasley sweater that his mum had made with a big 'F' (Did he mean to put Fred's sweater on?) on the front. He went back into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting at the table. He began piling blueberry pancakes onto the empty plate at the place he had sat at.

"Feeling better, George?" Ginny was smiling sweetly from beside of him.

"Yeah. Thanks, Gin. Don't know what I would do without you." Everyone snickered at his sarcasm, as Ginny launched into an explanation as to why they were all there.

"We thought that you and Fred would like to come with us when we go out. Mione and I were going to go shopping since she has a date tonight and she needs a new dress, shoes, and accessories. When I mentioned that to Harry, he asked if he and Ron could tag along so they could get new robes for the ministry's ball in three weeks. That's when I realized that you two probably have no idea what you're wearing to that, let alone who you're taking, so you two will be going as well. We'll need to stop out in muggle London for Mione's dress first, and we should probably get her another dress for the ball too, Well, maybe you guys can just meet us at the Leaky for lunch at noon and we can go to Diagon Alley from there." This entire thing was said with one breath of air. As Ginny paused to continue talking, George swallowed the bite of pancake still in his mouth and cut her off.

"Sounds good, Gin. I'll be there." His favorite and only, little sister grinned at him before jumping up, grabbing Hermione's hand, and running down the stairs, and out of the shop so they could apparate. "What time is it now?"

"Eight twenty-five," Ron managed to answer around the mouthful of food he was chewing.

"So early!" George groaned to the amusement of his twin.

"So, Georgie," Fred started in a sing-song voice, immediately alerting George to what he was going to say. "Care to explain why there was an empty bottle of Fire Whiskey on the counter this morning when I got up?"

"Not really, Fred. Why?" George wasn't about to divulge any of his thoughts from the night before in front of Harry and Ron.

"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with where you went last night? Or should I say who you went to last night?" Fred really did know how to annoy him in the worst way.

"I'd really rather not talk about it."

"Where did you go last night, George?" Harry Potter, the boy-who-didn't-know-when-to-take-a-hint, spoke up for the first time.

"Nowhe—" His denial was quickly cut off by the less handsome twin.

"Mione's." And there it was. The metaphorical ball had dropped. Ron sputtered as he choked on what looked to be an entire pancake he had shoved into his mouth; Harry's attention had snapped up to him so fast that his glasses had slid off his nose and into the syrupy remains of his own breakfast, and Fred just sat back looking smug and shooting random looks between the three other occupants of the room, gauging their reactions. Harry was the first to recover as he cleaned off his glasses and stuck them back on his nose.

"What did you do there, George?" It wasn't a secret that they were friends, but they never got together alone, as far as anyone else knows. Harry truly expected the best possible answer, knowing that even a Weasley twin wouldn't take advantage of a woman, especially a friend. By now Ron had stopped choking and was wearing an enraged expression as he waited for his brother's answer.

"We talked." That wasn't entirely a lie. They said a few sentences to each other.

"What about, Georgie?" Fred was enjoying this far too much, and George swiftly ran through the many ways he could kill his twin before deciding to just answer the question. Best to do it quick, like ripping off a plaster.

"Not much. Mostly we just... comforted each other." Please let Ron be as big of an idiot as I think he is! Please keep Fred's big mouth shut! George wasn't really sure who he was begging those things for, but it didn't matter as apparently Fred was going to drop the conversation for now and Ron just nodded and went back to eating. Unfortunately, the boy-who-had-a-death-wish caught on immediately.

"Comforted each other how, George?" The knowing glint in the boy-who-they-really-should-stop-inviting-over's eye was enough to make George stand up from the table and take his plate to the sink while he tried to think up a quick response.

That was when Ron miraculously grew a brain.

"You're shagging Mione?" Did he really have to sound so horrified? Like he couldn't even imagine anything worse; not even licking the bottom of Charlie's work boots, or mum divorcing dad to run off with Grawp and live out her days in the Forbidden Forest? Well, it was time to come clean to the two people that meant most in Hermione's life outside of her family- and Ginny of course.

"No. Why would you think that?" Smooth. This caused a snort from Fred but he somehow managed to hold in the full blown laughter George knew was bubbling just beneath the surface.

"You just said that you 'comforted each other'. What else could that mean?" Ron's anger was not abating at all. Maybe it was time to try a different tactic.

"Why would she want me when she could have you, little brother?" The sarcasm rolled right off of Ron's ears just like George had hoped; until Fred once again decided to try and liven up the situation.

"That's right, Ronniekins. What on Earth could George possibly have that you don't?" As Ron seemed to calm down, Fred continued. "I mean, he's only smarter, better looking- not than me, of course, but we are comparing him to you-, and has a much more laid back personality so that she wouldn't have to worry about shouting matches every few minutes. But you're right, Ron, you are a much better catch." Even the boy-who-should-really-learn-when-to-shut-up snorted at Fred's obvious sarcasm.

"He's got you there, mate!" Thank you, Potter. Ron turned very red at this statement from his best friend. Apparently no one thought that Ron and Hermione made a good couple-that's reassuring. Wait...What?

"She would choose me over you any day! I remember she used to yell at you guys all the time in school for testing products on first years. There's no way she's ever stepped foot near a bed with you in it." Ron calmed down after this miniscule burst of pseudo-intelligence and the other three decided to drop the issue at the risk of giving Ron a coronary. All three of them were thinking how glad they were that Ron was so stubborn; one of the three was wondering how Ron would react if the 'fuck-buddy' relationship ever turned into anything more.

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