Unfortunately, Chapter 4 isn't much longer than Chapter 3 but at least you go two this week, right? Anyway, I'll be posting Chapter 5 next Saturday probably. If I get past Chapter 11 and halfway through twelve-I want to be ahead lol. So yea. Enjoy. =)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yea, yea, yea, but I own a cat named J.K.

Chapter 4:

Everything for the shop was ready, our displays of Pygmy Puffs and love potions were finished, Puking Pasties, Nosebleed Nugget, were finished, and there was appropriate set ups for them-there was a charmed porcelain girl who puked, one that had a horrible nose bleed, and the love potions were held in a deep pink and purple basin that had a pink mist hanging over it. We'd worked hard on a poster hanging on our window that said not to worry about You-Know-Who, to worry about U-No-Poo, and to get our staff, a girl named Verity, a boy named Jacob-who oddly looked like my younger cousin, and another girl named Harper. Each of which were already wearing the same Magenta robes as us.

"Oh Fred, George," I said, looking over the finished shop. "it is wonderful."

"It is," George wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "your ideas mostly."

"Oh no it wasn't," I shook my head. "I just had ideas for love potions and the Wonder Witch line. Oh and the Pygmy Puffs display was my idea. And I guess it was my fault you two ever thought up Puking Pasties since I got sick in Transfiguration that one day."

"Yes," Fred grinned at me. "your puke was amazing."

I groaned and pushed my face into George's side. "Your brother is insane."

"Ah, but you don't see love," George said. "I completely agree with him."

I rolled my eyes and skipped down the steps to the counter and smiled up at them. "Well, open the doors! We're suppose to open right…now!"

They popped down to the doors and unlocked them, swinging them open.

The store was packed within a matter of minutes, and Fred and George didn't have a chance to sit down or speak to me for a long time.

"Laura," Hermione and Ginny came in the shop. "we've missed you!"

"I've missed you too," I smiled, grabbing a box from the counter. "do you two want a sweet?"

"No thanks." Ginny said, eyeing the box warily.

"Oh these aren't pranks," I promised. "they're suppose to be beneath the counter anyway. Fred bought them for me to celebrate the grand opening. I liked George's gift of flowers better."

"Okay, I'll take one." Ginny said.

I opened the box and bit my lip as she and Hermione took a bite and steam burst out their ears, making me laugh. "Thanks for testing those out. I knew he did something to them!"

Fred and George popped in behind me and laughed.

"You said it wasn't a prank." Ginny whined.

I conjured up a bottle of water for each of them. "It wasn't one-on you. Fred tried to get me."

"Didn't we have a rule," George looked at his brother. "no pranks on anyone with ownership of this shop?"

"Yea, but Laura is okay with it, and she got someone else." Fred shrugged.

I smacked Fred's arm. "That means I can prank you either way."

"No it doesn't." Fred snapped his fingers, trying to act like a Muggle diva.

I laughed. "Failure Fred."

"I love it when she smiles like that." I heard George mutter.

I winked at him. "Hey George, after we close, do you want to take a walk and get some ice cream?"

"What about me?" Fred asked.

I patted his shoulder. "Sorry Fred, but George has been a good boy and you haven't. No ice cream for you."

He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "No fair!"

I kissed his cheek. "Get over it."

"Yum," I moaned. "I love chocolate frog ice cream! So much better than that lame Muggle ice-cream."

George reached across the table and stole a scoop from my bowl. "Yes, it is good."

I reached across the table and poked his arm. "George?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at me.

"Why are you always so serious with me? With everyone else, you joke around, and if it is us with a bunch of other people you do, but when you're just with me…you're so serious. I don't like it." I bit my lip and looked down at the table.

"You don't?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Well I'm sorry," He sighed. "I guess I have always had the assumption that when you care for someone as much as I care for you, that you have to be completely serious around them. I never realized that it bothers you, or I wouldn't have done it."

"George, I do want you to be serious sometimes, but I also enjoy it when we joke, my thoughts are that in a-relationship, for lack of a better word since I have no clue what you could actually call us-you should have fun but be serious sometimes too. I don't want you to prank me all the time, by any means, but I want us to laugh and carry on. But I also want us to have serious conversations. Does that make sense or am I insane?"

"Completely metal," He promised. "but I understand. But I will not be completely perverted like Fred."

"Oh but I like that," I told him, reaching across and squeezing his hand. "you see, I'm a natural pervert."

He smiled. "I won't be nearly as bad a Fred can be."

I kissed his hand. "I don't want you to be. But I want you to be open and everything."

After we finished our ice cream, we headed back to the flat holding hands. We really shouldn't have been walking as slow as we were, considering that everyone knew Voldemort was back and the Death Eaters were more active, but we had our wands in hand.

"George," I sighed, looking up at the stars. "I think I may know who I'll chose, but I'm not one hundred percent."

"Who?" He asked.

I smiled at him. "Well, I still care about the other a lot, but sometimes, I think I may be falling for this one so much more than the other."

"Who?" He asked again.

I kissed him. "You."

"Are you serious?" He asked, pulling away.

I nodded softly. "You make me smile, George. And you're so sweet. Now, I'm not saying Fred doesn't make me smile, or that he isn't sweet, but…I-on my seventeenth birthday, you told me you don't just love me, that you adore me and my-my heart leapt. I ignored it, mostly because I thought it was just the words, not you, but today-I heard you say you love it when I smile like I was. I knew it was you. But, I'm not sure you're who I want to be with still."

He kissed me. "I still adore you, Laura."

When we got home, we went to our own rooms after handing Fred a thing of ice cream we brought him back.

"Why didn't you just take me?" He whined at us.

"Because," I said, already yawning and heading to bed. "I wanted to talk to George about stuff. And you tried to prank me, you didn't deserve it."

"Oh but you love me anyway." He followed me.

I kissed his cheek. "Yea, whatever. Go eat your ice cream, I'm going to bed."

The next morning, I was awake first so I went to the kitchen to begin breakfast, Mrs. Weasley had taught me how to cook both with and without magic in the times that I stayed with them over the years so I was actually a good cook.

"Good morning," George came in the kitchen and sniffed the air. "Sausage and eggs?"

"Yes," I answered, scooping them onto a plate. "but we're not eating until Fred wakes up."

George came over to the stove and hugged me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I answered.

He grabbed a sausage and stepped away from me. "You were wrong."

"George Weasley don't you dare." I growled.

He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly. "What are you gonna do about it?"

I glared at him. "I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to do."

He laughed. "You wouldn't hurt me."

I continued to glare while he laughed before seizing an opportunity and leaping at him, knocking us both to the floor and ticking him.

He laughed hysterically. "This doesn't hurt."

"It will." I growled, scooting up to sit on his ribs as I tickled him.

"But I like having you on top of me." He said.

I smacked his chest. "Shut up."

He pulled me down into a kiss.

I melted into the kiss, and scooted down to make it more comfortable and deepened the kiss. "George…"

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Fred could walk in," I said, pulling back barley. "should we stop?"

"No," He pulled me back to him. "it'll be fine."

Well, it looked as if he were wrong because a few minutes later Fred walked in and he looked so mad.

"I completely understand if you want to snog and go out for ice cream without me, but can you please not dry fuck on the kitchen floor?" He asked, crossing his arms.

I started to get up but George wouldn't let me.

"George, let me up. This is embarrassing." I muttered.

He held me close and stood up, pulling me out of the room with him. "I may have got a bit too much into the kiss, love. I was trying to avoid my brother noticing."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, just having realized that there was something very hard poking my leg.

He let go of me. "Umm, I'll be late for breakfast. I need to go get rid of the evidence."

"Okay," I said, biting my lip. "I would help you, but Fred would notice if we both disappeared…"

"Ah, don't worry about it," He kissed my forehead. "I can take care of it perfectly fine by myself."

"Are you going to-polish your wand?" I asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Do you actually want to know how I'm going to take care of it?" He asked.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Yes love, that was the plan." He lifted my chin and kissed me softly.

I kissed him back. "If you want to hide it during breakfast, when Fred goes downstairs to get the shop ready, I can take care of it."

"That would be a bit too uncomfortable, love. And I don't want to make you feel like you need to." He turned me back toward the kitchen and was gone when I looked back at him.

I sighed and went into the kitchen where Fred had already fixed his plate and was glaring at the wall, not eating.

"Is my brother that quick," Fred asked, without looking at me. "because you were barely gone a minute."

"Shut up Fred," I got my plate and sat down. "I didn't do anything with your brother. The snogging was a mistake."

He snorted and looked at me. "Since when do you accidentally snog either of us?"

"I told him no breakfast until you were up," I ignored him. "but he stole a sausage anyway so I was tickling him, because I couldn't come up with anything worse because I was really amused, and he-he was actually perverted for once and I smacked him, then…we started snogging. It wasn't my plan, definitely not my plan, but it happened. Stop being mad at me for something I didn't want to happen."

"You didn't?" George asked, walking back in the room.

I gasped in surprise. "George, that isn't what I meant I-"

He shook his head. "Forget it happened then. I'm sorry I forced you into it."

"Dammit George," I stood up and shoved him. "I meant it wasn't my intention when I knocked you to the floor. You didn't force me, I was all too willing."

"I can't ignore you said 'didn't want to happen' Laura. Don't try and rephrase what you say on my account, I'm not important to you. I'm going to The Burrow." He pooped out of the flat.

I stood there, staring at the spot George had been seconds before and started sobbing.

"Laura shh," Fred said, quickly hugging me. "it's all right."

"N-no it isn't. George hates me." I sobbed into his shirt.

"He's upset," He told me. "with himself for forcing you into it-"

"He didn't," I cried. "I wanted to-I told him last night I wanted him to stop being so serious all the time and he-this was the first time he joked around with me in a long time. Will you go get him for me?"

"Go yourself," He answered, stepping back. "He'd probably think you didn't really care if I went."

I sniffed and nodded before Apparating to The Burrow.

"Mum, she told me last night she was considering me more than Fred lately. Then, she told him this morning she didn't want to snog me, even though it was her fault that I even tried. Did I force her mum?" George was sitting at the kitchen table and Mrs. Weasley was sitting beside him.

"I don't think so dear," She patted his hand. "she may not have meant it. She could have likely been trying not to hurt your brother."

"Mum, I adore her. What am I going to do when she chooses Fred in the end?" He asked.

"Who says she will choose Fred? You could easily be her choice, George." She sighed.

"Laura and I went out for ice cream last night and she mentioned that I'm different with her, that she enjoys being with Fred because he isn't always serious, that he laughs and jokes with her and I don't. She'll choose him because I can't. I love her too much to be so crude with her all the time like he is." George put his face in his hands.

"George," Mrs. Weasley sighed. "if she likes to joke around like that with him, then it wouldn't be bad. I don't approve of him saying crude things to her, but if that is what she wants, then it is okay to do that."

"That isn't the point mum," He said. "I was crude, this morning right before we started snogging. And she didn't want to snog. Mum if she chooses Fred, I'm not sure I'll be careful in a duel with Death Eaters."

I opened the door. "Oh Hell, George. That is exactly why I have yet to decide. That is exactly my biggest fear. I won't choose now. I can't."

"Laura," He jumped up. "what are you doing here?"

"I came to sort out this mess. George, when I said I didn't want it to happen, I meant it wasn't my original plan. I wanted to snog with you, but I didn't plan to. It was only suppose to be me tickling you because you stole the damn sausage. But I melted into your kiss, I was having fun-until Fred interrupted."

"Let's go home." George said, taking my hand.

"Not until you promise that if I did chose Fred that you'd still be careful." I glared.

"I promise," He said. "let's go home."

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