CH 26

George came flouncing into the shop the next day after noon.
"Hello my dear brother," he smiled at me.

"You're late," I muttered checking of the Skiving Snack Boxes.

"I'm so sorry, but Katie didn't want me to leave this morning. Now you say 'why not George?'"

"Why not George?" I repeated like a good brother.

"I'm not sure I should. Now you say…"

"For the love of Merlin George just get on with it so we can do some work," I interrupted heatedly.

"Someone's in a bad mood," he teased.

"Just get on with it,"

"Katie and I are engaged," he smiled waiting for my delayed reaction.

"Congratulations," I plastered a smile on my face and hugged him quickly, "I'm so happy for you guys,"

"You sure? You seem a bit weird,"

"No I just didn't get much sleep last night," I informed him quickly.

"Great, so we're having a dinner round ours tomorrow. I'm going to let the rest of the family know maybe I can even catch Charlie," he smiled leaving.

"Hey what about the shop!" I shouted just as he apparated away. "Oh that's fine George, don't worry about me, you do whatever you want."

"Hey," Hermione touched my back soothingly to announce her appearance.

"What you doing you?" I smiled kissing her forehead.

"Well, I'm about two months ahead of everything at work so my boss gave me the rest of the week off. Thought you might like a hand down here," she looked up at me innocently.

"No you deserve this time off, go relax,"

"This is my way of relaxing," she argued, "And I know that George has abandoned you and you hardly slept last night," I went to object when she started serving customers.

"You can help for an hour," I called out to her. She just laughed pasting a sweet smile on her face.

H POV

Fred had left over two hours ago leaving me to deal with the shop alone. Those damn Weasleys. My hour had turned into two then four and now I was locking up for the spoilt brutes. I was about to slam the door to the flat when I heard soft snoring. Walking over to the settee I saw Fred dead to the world. He looked so peaceful I could hardly bring myself to wake him but no matter how peaceful he looked he would be in an awful mood if he woke up with a bad neck.
"Fred," I whispered shaking him softly. His eyes fluttered slightly and he looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" he mumbled huskily.

"Just thought you might like something to eat," I moved towards the kitchen.

"What time is it?"

"Seven,"

"What? God I'm sorry I only came up for five minutes, I didn't mean to fall asleep," he started listing excuses quickly.

"Fred it's fine. Verity and I managed perfectly well. Pasta sound good?"

"Yeah," he kept staring at me as I prepared dinner.

"What are you looking at?" I huffed placing my hands on my hips.

"You're perfect," he smirked. I blushed and he just laughed at me, this was definitely the way it was meant to be.