A game of drunken truth or dare sends George on a journey to find out what Harry is packing.
"Veracity"
It started with a proposal.
George had taken Angelina out to play some Muggle game she loved from her childhood that involved something called a shuttlecock. He had dominated and probably trash-talked her more than he should have on the day he was going to propose. They had packed a picnic lunch and he proposed to her with a ring lolly and a speech about how she made life worth living and a bunch of other soppy drivel he would never admit to. She had rolled her eyes when he instructed her to lick her lolly, his eyebrows wriggling in a suggestive way, and she nearly choked on the real diamond when it appeared in her mouth. They ended the night cuddled up under the stars together and watched a Weasley Wizard Wheezes firework display that he asked Ron and Harry to set off for him, hoping the two idiots didn't set themselves on fire. It went off without a hitch and George hadn't been happier since before the war.
The next night, he and Angelina invited Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione over to celebrate the engagement. George had bought enough alcohol to make a small army pissed off their arses. Angelina had bought fancy drinking glasses for the occasion as well as party hats and sashes that read we're getting fucking hitched on them.
Ron and Hermione arrived first, giving hugs and congratulations as Hermione swooned over the pear-shaped ring. They had brought a bottle of wine that George told them to add to the alcohol mountain on the end table.
Hermione frowned. "You know six people aren't going to get through even half of that."
"You underestimate a Weasley's ability to hold their liquor," George replied as he handed her a glass. "Everyone is getting pissed tonight. I even bought that special hangover potion where you remember everything from your drunken escapades even if you get blackout drunk."
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Lovely."
George played bartender as he made the four of them drinks. He made them light since Harry and Ginny were still absent and he didn't want anyone to be drunk and allow Harry to get away with not drinking. He hadn't touched alcohol much since he gained custody of Teddy and then moved in with Ginny. The bore.
Harry and Ginny arrived twenty minutes late. Ginny apologized while Harry looked distracted.
"Teddy had a meltdown when we dropped him off at Andy's for the night," Ginny explained as she hugged Angelina. "He cried for Harry not to leave him. Now, let's see that ring."
George clapped Harry on the back and handed him a double. "I'm sure he's fine now, mate. Probably is having fun with Andy and forgot you even existed."
"After the way he was wailing?" Harry said, his face miserable looking. "Doubtful."
"Mirror call him then so you can stop being mopey Harry and start being fun Harry."
Harry scowled.
"It happens every time, Harry," Ginny said gently. "Andy, Mum, or whoever has him says he's fine as soon as we leave. It's just a phase."
"He's only three," Harry argued. "He probably thinks we're abandoning him."
"He doesn't think you're abandoning him!" Hermione interrupted. "It's healthy for children his age to develop a secure attachment. They are distressed a little when you leave but can self sooth themselves because they know you'll return."
"Go, call Andy if it'll make you feel better," Ginny urged. "What are you going to do if he cries when you have to go on a mission for work? It's better that he learns to deal with it now than when you literally have your life on the line."
"I'm fine," Harry snapped as he took a sip of his drink and cringed. "Bloody hell, George. Is this straight alcohol?"
"You and Ginny were late," he reasoned with a shrug. "I had to make sure you caught up to the rest of the class."
"I'm not drinking this," Harry protested.
"Oh, Angie, do you see what I am seeing?" George asked as he elbowed Angelina repeatedly in the side.
"What?" Angelina asked before taking a sip of her drink.
"We have a fun sponge! Fun sponge alert! Fun sponge alert!" George hollered.
"Shut it!" Harry hissed. "Look, here, I'll have one drink and that's it!"
Harry took another sip of his drink, his face pulling in disgust. He coughed, his eyes watering and his hand clutching the glass.
"Nope, not worth it," Harry said as he sat his glass down.
"All right, it's mine and Ang's engagement party, so we get to decide what we do," George announced, a glint in his eyes. "Let's play never have I ever."
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted. "We can't play that! I don't fancy finding out about Ginny and Harry's sex life!"
George grinned at his brother. "I didn't say anything about naughty never have I ever."
Ron scowled. "There's only naughty never have I ever."
"All right, fine, drunken truth or dare. If you don't want to do the truth or your dare that you are given then you need to do a shot. If you refuse two in a row, it's two shots and so on and so forth."
"I'm literally going to end up in the hospital," Harry muttered.
"Then play the game, Potter!" George said as they all took spots around the coffee table.
Angelina rested her back against the sofa, her drink in her hand, as she watched George pass out shot glasses to everyone and grab a bottle of Firewhisky. He poured everyone a shot before taking his spot next to Angelina on the floor.
Ron and Hermione sat together, their bodies further apart than George really understood. He wondered if they had some outward objection to public displays of affection or were just overly private. By contrast, Ginny was practically on top of Harry. He had an arm secure around her waist and her hand played with the hair on the nape of his neck. George thought it was probably lucky they never actually dated when George was still at Hogwarts. He wouldn't have been able to stomach a teenage Ginny groping and being groped all the time. It seemed not as disgusting now that they were both adults and raising a child together.
"All right, Ang, you first, my lovely bride-to-be," George announced. "Since you get to pick first, I want you to make it a good one. Make me proud. Make me happy that I proposed to you."
"Ginny, truth or dare?" Angelina asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"Truth."
"Is it true that your boy toy is, shall we say, hung?" Angelina asked, her brows wriggling. "We all saw him in his teeny tiny boxer briefs at that charity auction last year and it left very little to the imagination."
George grinned as he leaned over and pecked Angelina on the cheek to let her know that he more than approved of the line of questioning. He loved the woman sitting next to him. Already bringing out the big wands with the first question of the night. Harry squirmed next to Ginny, his big eyes pleading for Ginny to drink. Except Ginny merely pursed her lips and stared down at the shot glass.
"He's the biggest I've ever been with," Ginny replied coyly.
"Who the fuck else have you been with?" Ron demanded. "You didn't fuck Corner or Dean, did you? Did you?"
Ginny shrugged and took a sip of her drink.
"No one, obviously," George said. "She's only been in love with Harry since she first laid eyes on him at ten years old. There's no way she had sex with anyone else. Oh, you are very sneaky, little sister. Very sneaky! We will get the truth out of you before the end of the night!"
"Ron, truth or dare?" Ginny asked as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder and leaned into Harry's side.
Ron narrowed his eyes. "Truth."
"When exactly did you and Hermione do the deed for the first time?"
"Ginny," Harry groaned.
"One month after the final battle," Ron said. "The first night we were in Australia."
"Ron," Hermione hissed, her face blushing. "Can we stray away from the sexual aspect of the game?"
"No," George replied.
"Truth or dare, George?" Ron asked, his lips curving.
"Bloody fucking dare!"
"Drop your trousers!"
George laughed. "You don't think I will?"
He stood up and started to undo his belt buckle. Ginny squeaked and hid her face into Harry's chest. He held her head, his palm covering up as much of her eyes as humanly possible. George dropped his trousers, placed his hands on his hips, and thrust himself out.
"That's when I'm soft too!" George shouted. "That's some grade O Weasley cock!"
"Is it over?" Ginny murmured in Harry's chest.
"No, don't look," Harry said and tightened his arms around her.
"Beat that, Ron!" George challenged as he pulled his trousers back up. "Harry, truth or dare."
Harry looked positively mortified. His eyes grew wide and he glanced down at the shot glass.
"Truth," he mumbled in a miserable tone.
"How big are we talking here? That outline at that charity auction was impressive."
Harry eased his grip on Ginny. He reached out and grasped the shot glass and tipped the contents back in his throat.
"Hermione, truth or dare?" he croaked as he sat the shot glass back on the coffee table and George filled it back up eagerly.
Hermione looked relieved. "Truth."
"Err… how long have you fancied Ron?"
"Borrrrrr-ing!" George shouted his hands cupped around his mouth.
"Um, well, I think since fourth year," Hermione replied.
"Blimey, really? Me too… we wasted so much time," Ron said, leaning in and pecking Hermione chastely on the cheek.
"Truth or dare, Angelina?"
"Truth."
"When did you start liking George?"
"Merlin, fuck, Harry and Hermione should be banned from asking questions," George whined as he threw his head back.
"Hmm… yesterday when he proposed," Angelina said with a smirk as she downed her shot.
"You minx. Look at you, you just want to get drunk," George said with a chuckle as he pinched her hip.
"It's supposed to be a party," Angelina replied with a shrug as George filled her shot. "Harry, truth or dare?"
Harry groaned. "Truth."
"Where did you and Ginny first do the deed?" Angelina asked. "Was it Hogwarts? The Burrow? A loo in a pub?"
Harry wrinkled his nose and grabbed his shot glass and downed another one. George eagerly refilled it and told him he was zero for two so he needed to have one more shot. Harry groaned as he downed his third shot of the night.
"You can answer some questions, you know," Ginny whispered.
"I'm not answering questions about our sex life," Harry replied as George filled Harry's shot glass once more.
"They're trying to get you drunk so you'll answer everything," Ginny reasoned. "Throw them some bones."
Harry shook his head as he glared over at George.
"Truth or dare, George."
"Dare!" George exclaimed, jumping up from his spot on the floor and rubbing his hands together. "Give me your best shot, Potter!"
"Run around the block starkers," Harry challenged.
George chuckled. "Oooh, look at you, trying to pull out the big wands! While I have no problem showing off my body to the masses, I'm going to drink only so I don't get on bad terms with my neighbors."
Around and around they went, each question seemingly worse than the last. More shots tipped back as the bottles emptied. The drunker Harry got, the more handsy he became with Ginny. It was worse than normal as his hands disappeared under her shirt to rub her skin and his lips suckled her neck.
Ginny was even worse than Harry to the point where George had to look away more than once. He swore he saw her hand slip underneath the waistband of his trousers at least once and she had sucked his entire earlobe into her mouth at one point.
"Harry, my brother from another mother, my cute little Seeker with the finest little toosh," George slurred.
"Oi! Don't say that!" Ron protested. "'Mione said I had the grandest arse of the land."
"Hmm…" George appraised. "Let's settle this. Trousers off!"
Ron stood up as Hermione grabbed desperately at his arm to sit back down. Ron shrugged her off and started to undo his belt buckle.
"My freckles look like Merlin on my bloody arse! Harry's is just so pasty white that it's nothing special!" Ron roared as he struggled to unbuckle his belt. "Come off you stupid fucker."
"But it's toned despite being so pale," Ginny added thoughtfully. "Is yours toned? You bloody hate the gym!"
"The freckles are what make it divine!" Ron hissed as he successfully undid the buckle.
"I do love to trace a good freckle pattern on an arse," Harry said, his eyes glassy and his body slumped against Ginny's. "I swear Ginny has a little pattern that looks like an H on her left cheek if you squint."
"Oi! Mate!" George wrinkled his nose. "No intimate talk about my sister."
"No! Harry, you saw my Merlin freckles. You said it was impressive. Remember?" Ron protested.
"Why are you two looking at each other's arses?" Angelina asked.
"Uh, there's a bloody locker room with showers at the DMLE gym!" Ron said. "We shower together after our bloody mandatory workouts."
"Together?" George asked, his eyes sparkling.
Harry cleared his throat as Ginny smiled into his neck, her tongue peeking out to lick his earlobe. "Not the same stall or anything weird. Just… side by side."
"You two get shower stalls side by side?" George asked as he forced himself to look away from Ginny and Harry. "How are you two not fucking?"
Ron scowled. "We like to talk as we shower! We're best mates! If Harry were a girl, I probably would be with him right now! He's divine! But I like girls better."
"I see," George appraised. "So, Harry, tell us about Ron's freckly arse."
"Hmm…" Harry started as he squinted behind his glasses. "It's, well, yeah, it's impressive."
George snorted. "You were just appeasing him, weren't you?"
"N-no!" Harry stammered as he shot Ginny a desperate look.
Ron dropped his trousers around his ankles as he stood there in just a pair of Chudley Canon boxer briefs. His mouth dropped open, his head shaking in disbelief.
"Harry, we're brothers," Ron said. "Brothers don't lie to one another. Brothers appreciate the finer aspects of one another. I mean, I told you I really like the way you can murder someone with words. You said my Merlin freckles were impressive. I said you rock a lightning bolt scar like no other and you told me I was the funniest bloke you ever met."
"Merlin," Angelina said before letting out a low whistle. "You girls better watch out because your men may just cheat on you with each other. Like girls better. My bloody arse."
"I'm sorry, Ron, you're amazing and my best mate and I was embarrassed to look at your arse when I really shouldn't have been," Harry admitted as he stood up, stumbling as he made his way over to Ron.
Harry pulled Ron into an embrace. George snapped his fingers in front of Angelina's face and demanded a camera. She slapped his hand and told him to calm down.
"I'll look this time, I promise," Harry murmured. "I know it's spectacular because you're spectacular."
"Fuck me… he's gone off the deep end into soppy drunk Harry land," George whispered. "Ang, I love soppy drunk Harry. He just makes you feel good, you know what I mean?"
"No, I don't," Angelina replied as she finished off a glass of liquor. "Oi, boys, save some for the bedroom, yeah?"
Harry pulled away, a goofy grin on his face. He slapped Ron's arse and said, "Let's see it, mate!"
"Ro-on! Ro-on! Ro-on!" George chanted, pounding his fists on the table.
Ron turned around and mooned the room. George, Harry, and Angelina hooted and hollered. George had to admit, it did look like fucking Merlin on his brother's arse. There was no need to point it out, he could see the beard and the hat and even the little eyes. It was a sight to behold.
"Fucking brilliant, little brother!" George yelled.
"Looking fantastic, mate!" Harry yelled.
"Your turn, Potter! Stand up next to him and drop your trousers!" Angelina shouted.
"Har-ry! Har-ry!" George chanted and resumed pounding his fists on the coffee table.
"No, I'm fine. I'm better than fine," Harry said, shaking his head and a blush creeping up his neck.
"Yeah, you are," Ginny practically purred as her fingers fumbled with his belt.
"Gin!" Harry hissed, his hands attempting to stop her.
"Come on, Harry, let me show everyone how pretty your arse is. I'll even give it a kiss."
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, twisting around to look at their sister. "This is why we shouldn't invite you out with us! You're a bloody menace!"
Harry blushed, grabbing his trousers to keep them up as he laid flat on his back and planted his arse firmly on the floor. "Trousers need to stay on."
Ginny straddled him and placed her hands on either side of his face and pouted. "Party pooper."
She leaned forward, her lips capturing his as her fingers ran through his hair. Ron gagged loudly and George looked up at the ceiling. Merlin, he forgot just how handsy they could be when they were both pissed off their arses. He vaguely remembered vowing to never hang out with the two of them again when alcohol was involved but that thought must have slipped his mind.
"Oi, do I need to spray cold water on the two of you?" George snapped. "This is my bloody house. My brother and his inappropriate girlfriend will not be messing around in my house."
Harry grinned at the words, his hands gripping Ginny's waist. Ginny rolled her eyes before glancing over at George. He winked at her and she shot him a two-finger salute.
The game of truth and dare had been long forgotten as alcohol became a free-for-all. At one point, Ginny and Harry had disappeared without anyone noticing when or where they had gone. George frowned as he screamed their names at the top of his lungs only to have Angelina tell him to quiet down.
"I could see it," George said, his eyes crazed. "They're probably doing it."
"Ew," Ron said before he gagged. "I hate that. They have their own fucking house. Do they always have to sneak off and have sex in cupboards? What's the fascination?"
"Because they're randy little shits, Ronnie," George supplied. "They've pined after each other long enough. I mean, Merlin fuck, Ginny has been pining since she was bloody ten. I think Harry secretly liked her since fourth year."
"He so did not!" Ron protested. "He fancied Cho Chang."
George waved his hand wildly as he marched through his home, stumbling every few steps. "Nah, he didn't. He thought she was hot, which she was, but he never saw her as wife material."
George opened up a coat cupboard by the front door and shined his wand into the dark space. He pushed aside the jackets as though he expected Harry and Ginny to be there. He huffed in disappointment.
"Nobody was thinking about wife material at fourteen," Ron snapped. "I was just thinking about getting my dick wet."
George kicked the door closed and continued on his hunt. "Harry's different. He never had a family. He didn't care about just getting his dick wet. He wanted to get his dick wet with the one."
Ron grimaced as he followed George. They made their way past the parlor to see Angelina and Hermione standing in the doorway with their arms crossed over their chests.
"You do understand that you're going to see your sister having sex if you find them, right?" Angelina asked.
George shuddered. "I just want to see Harry's cock. I won't be looking at Ginny."
"Hmm, good luck with that, George," Hermione reasoned, sounding the least drunk of them all. That bloody stick in the mud.
"Don't try to reason with me, Hermione!" George said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I am a man on a mission!"
"I am just along for the ride," Ron said as he dutifully followed George. "I'm not gonna look when we find them. I'll avert my eyes."
"Hmmm," Hermione hummed and narrowed her eyes at them.
Cupboard after bloody cupboard and nothing. Room after ruddy room and nothing. George wanted to pull out his hair and scream. They couldn't have left, could they? They were fifty-five sheets to the wind and he knew that they wouldn't be able to Apparate and they hadn't used the fireplace. George would eat his fucking sock if they took the Knight Bus.
"This is ridiculous," George hissed as he slammed the hall cupboard upstairs. "Where are they?"
Turning around, George looked over at Ron to see him eating… a fucking sandwich? When the hell had he gone to the kitchen and prepared himself some food? Hadn't they been together the entire time?
"He was top of the class in hiding and concealment… no… stealth and hiding," Ron said, his brow furrowing. "Fuck, what was it called again? Harry can hide. He's good at hiding. I've seen him hide well quite a few times over the years."
"Where the fuck did you get a sandwich?" George asked.
Ron paused in his chewing, his mouth full. "Uh… when you were checking the cupboards in the kitchen I just whipped this up. Do you… uh… want a bite?"
Ron held out the sandwich to George as he slowly chewed. George wrinkled his nose.
"No, I don't want a bite of your bloody sandwich!"
Ron sighed and pulled the sandwich close to his chest. "Good, because I didn't really want to share with you."
George growled as he darted past Ron down the hallway. The hall bath's door opened and Harry and Ginny came tumbling out. Ginny giggled as she ran her fingers through her hair and Harry grinned as he haphazardly tucked his shirt into his trousers. George blinked, noticing that Harry was missing a sock, his shirt was not buttoned right, and bright red lacy knickers were half hanging out of his pocket.
"FUCK!" George shouted.
Harry and Ginny paused. They both turned and looked at them like they were two seconds away from being hit with a Bludger. Harry left his shirt half untucked.
"You two all right?" Harry asked with a goofy, dopey grin on his lovesick face.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed and gestured wildly at Harry's nether region. "Are those… those aren't… I'm trying to eat here!"
"Never seen knickers before?" Ginny teased. "Poor Hermione. Harry, you better help him understand that you take the knickers off to get to the goods."
"Piss off!" Ron hissed, his ears turning a bright red. "I've seen Hermione's knickers! I just don't want to see my sister's… ugh, they're lacy too. Yup, I'm going to puke up my sandwich now."
Ginny stuffed the knickers into Harry's pocket completely. "Don't worry, Ron. You don't have to worry about my lacy knickers because as you can see, I'm no longer wearing them under my clothes."
Ron made a vomiting motion and Ginny rose on her tiptoes to kiss Harry's cheek.
"Damn it! I looked in there!" George interrupted. "How the hell did you two get in there and do that without me knowing."
A tired smile flitted across Harry's lips and he winked. "Sorry, George. Special Auror skills."
Ginny laughed. "There's a shower with a shower curtain, you sod. I had to bite my lip because Harry couldn't do the privacy spells while drunk."
George swore under his breath. How did he not think to check there? He had been so bloody close!
"Shh, Gin, don't tell them that," Harry hissed softly before he turned to George and Ron and said very loudly, "I can perform great feats of magic even in an intoxiable state."
"Intoxicated," Ginny corrected.
Harry reached out and placed a finger over her lips. "Shh, Gin, you're making me look bad in front of my mates."
George rolled his eyes. "I need a drink. I'm sobering up too much for this shit."
"This is just fucking bullshit," Ron said suddenly. "I'm slightly offended you've been hunting around your house to catch a peek of Harry but you haven't asked to see mine."
"Mate, you dropped your trousers earlier. I snuck a peek," George admitted and clapped a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Hermione's a lucky lady."
"Aw, shucks, yeah? Bloody hell, mate, bring it in!" Ron said with a grin.
George shrugged and pulled his little brother into a hug, thumping him on the back a few times.
"Grade O Weasley cock, Ron, grade O," George said.
"I'm tired," Harry announced. "I think I'm going to head to bed."
"You're staying here tonight!" George said and pointed to a spare room across the hall. "Mum would have my head if she found out I let you two leave drunk as skunks."
Harry nodded, his eyes drooping. Ginny leaned into him, her hand rubbing his back as they made their way towards the bedroom.
"I will barge into that room if I hear any shagging noises!" George shouted. "I will ram that door off its hinges the Muggle way if need be!"
Ginny turned around, shooting George two fingers before they disappeared into the bedroom. It wasn't long after that Ron and Hermione called it a night and took the other spare room. George had a couple more drinks and danced sloppily with Angelina in the parlor. He stepped on her feet at least five times and she had smacked him in the jaw when he tried to twirl her underneath his arm. They laughed and drank before he threw her over his shoulder and bolted up the stairs to their bedroom. She shrieked when he stumbled into the wall halfway up the stairs, her laughter like music to his ears.
They ripped off clothes and forgot to cast a Contraception Charm. His lips hastily flew across her skin, his fingers fumbling to pull down her knickers. He slid his fingers in her, his thumb brushing against her. She moaned, her body quaking beneath him. She was already dripping.
Pushing her legs apart, he moved to settle between them. He hovered above her, his mouth dipping to lick her breast as he glided into her. With all the alcohol swirling around in him, a few good strokes and he was a goner. He couldn't hold on and make it last for her. George pulled out and shimmied down the bed so he could press his tongue to her. He'd be damned if he didn't get her off.
A few good solid minutes of swirling his tongue and fingering her, she moaned loudly. Her legs squeezed the sides of his head and she bucked her hips. He grinned against her before moving from between her legs, collapsing on the bed next to her, not even bothering to clean them up. He was fast asleep in just a few seconds, barely registering as Angelina curled up against his side.
George woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and his mouth feeling like a giant cotton ball. He smacked his lips as he squinted around the bedroom. Two small vials of thick black liquid sat on the bedside table. He leaned over Angelina who grunted to snag one of the bottles. He sat up in bed, the room spinning, as he fumbled to uncork the vial.
It tasted like tar and stuck to the roof of his mouth. It was one of the vilest things he had ever had in his life which was saying a lot since George had tested out some pretty nasty joke shop products over the years. Lolling back his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the potion to take effect. Slowly, the headache eased and his head stopped spinning. He opened his eyes.
Holy fucking shit.
The events of last night crashed into him all at once and overloaded his brain. He remembered Ron's pale arse showing his Merlin freckles, Ginny practically shoving her tongue down Harry's throat, how the two of them had snuck off and shagged in his shower. He would definitely need to clean that shower. He carded a hand through his hair and remembered how he'd attempted to sneak a peek at Harry the previous night. He'd been so close but Ginny had cock-blocked him. The fact that Harry was all embarrassed only made him more determined. It wasn't that he wanted to see it, after all, he'd seen all of his brothers naked and his dorm mates on more than one occasion, but the fact that his brother was trying to stop him from seeing it suddenly made him more determined. Just what exactly was Potter hiding under his trousers? Did he stuff them? Maybe they could make a game out of it. He oddly wanted to see it for reasons he couldn't explain. He just knew he wasn't giving up that easily.
The shower turned on down the hall. George grinned. He slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxers, shoving his legs in quickly as he stumbled out of his bedroom. The door to Harry and Ginny's room was cracked open. He crept along the hall towards the bathroom and slowly pushed the door open. He slinked closer to the shower. It was now or never. Reaching out a hand, his fingers curled around the shower curtain and pulled back.
Ron shrieked.
"Fucking bloody dammit to bludgering hell!" George shouted. "What the fuck? You're not Harry!"
"No!" Ron shouted, eyes wide as he grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it closed. "What is wrong with you?"
"I wanted to see Harry's abnormally large cock!" George replied. "Not your pale Merlin freckly arse!"
George grumbled as he made his way out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He made his way downstairs to grab some tea and breakfast.
George entered the kitchen to see Harry sitting at the table with his mirror out and a smile on his face. He heard Teddy chatting happily in the mirror about his sleepover with Andy. When he walked by the table to grab some breakfast that was already made on the stove, he saw the blue-haired child smiling wide with his stuffed gray wolf with a pair of Harry's old glasses perched on its nose.
Harry chuckled. "I'm glad you had fun, Ted."
"And, and, and Grandmum let me have biscuits for breakfast!" Teddy exclaimed.
"Oh, Grandmum and I will have to have a talk," Harry said in a fake stern voice.
"I did not!" Andy's voice rang. "He had porridge first and then one biscuit!"
George laughed as he piled food on his plate before making his way to the table and sitting down across from Harry. He took a bite of egg and nearly moaned. He forgot how good of a bloody cook Harry was. He hadn't had his breakfast since they lived together after the war.
"When are you and Mummy coming?" Teddy asked, obviously changing the subject and acting innocent which George had to give the kid credit for.
"Soon. We're just going to finish up breakfast and then come get you," Harry explained. "Be good for a little bit longer and we'll do something fun today, yeah?"
"I will! I super duper uper will. Bye, Daddy!"
"See you soon, Ted."
Harry sat the mirror down and looked up at George with a grin on his face. "So, I heard Ron screaming."
"I thought it was you in the shower," George explained with a shrug. "I can't believe I've never saw you starkers over the years."
"It's called maintaining privacy, George, and I wish I could say the same about you."
George rolled his eyes before taking another bite of food. "Brothers overshare with one another."
"I overshared plenty with you last night."
"Not about what I want to know about!" George protested.
"Can't help you there," Harry said with a grin. "Now I'm going upstairs to change. I'm locking the door and putting on a lock you will never be able to break and changing quicker than I have ever changed in my life so don't try anything. Just eat your food."
"Well good morning to you too, sunshine!" George hollered as Harry left the kitchen.
George shook his head, piling more egg on his fork and shoveling it into his mouth. He eyed up the mirror that Harry had left and a stroke of genius sparked. He grinned as he reached across the table and snatched up the mirror.
"Teddy Lupin," George said as he sat his fork down and grabbed a strip of bacon.
"Unca George!" Teddy shouted, a big grin on his face.
"Hey, Ted, you having fun at Grandmum's house?" George asked.
"Yeah! I had biscuits for breakfast!"
"Awesome! I approve, little man," George said with a smile as he took another bite of bacon. "Hey, do you want to pull a prank with your favorite uncle?"
Teddy grinned widely. "Really?"
"Yeah! I made, um, a water balloon that when you throw it on a person their hair turns blue," George explained, trying to come up with a prank off the cuff that Teddy would approve of. "So, when you're at home and your dad's in the shower, can you call me on the mirror and I'll come over and turn his hair blue?"
Teddy grinned. "That sounds wicked!"
"Yeah, so do you know how to call someone on a mirror?" George asked.
Teddy shook his head in the negative.
"All right, mate, you hold the mirror up to your face and you're going to say George Weasley and I'll take care of the rest, got it?"
"George Weeeeeezley," Teddy said. "Yup! That's Mum's last name. She's a Weeeeeezley too."
George's lips curved. "She's my sister, you know."
Teddy's little faced dropped like this was brand new information. Damn, for a three-year-old, Teddy had to be the cutest that ever existed.
"That's so cool! Am I your sister too?" Teddy asked, his eyes wide as he pulled a chocolate biscuit from his pocket and took a bite.
"No, you're my nephew. I'm your uncle," George explained. "If you ask Grandmum Molly, I bet she would draw you a family tree."
"SHE'D GIVE ME A TREE?" Teddy exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "Will it have stwawberries on it?"
George blinked, wondering how Teddy had come to that conclusion and realized he needed to keep in mind that most concepts were new to a three-year-old. "Sure, why not. Tell her I told you she'd give you a family tree of strawberries. Go for it."
Teddy fist pumped the hand holding his biscuit.
"Remember, say George Weasley into the mirror. I'll have it on me all day," George said as he gave the kid a serious look.
"Got it, Unca George."
George cut the connection, a smirk working its way onto his face.
The rest of the morning passed without incident. They all shared breakfast together, Ron grumbling moodily and Ginny smirking at Harry on and off the entire time. George waited patiently for them to leave before he ran upstairs to grab his mirror from his bedside table. When Angelina questioned him what in Merlin's name he was doing, he just winked at her and said he was going to enjoy a show later.
The mirror vibrated around eleven in the morning. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning after Father Christmas came. He saw Teddy's little face in the mirror. George answered quickly, explaining to Teddy that he'd be right over, and he stumbled towards the fireplace.
Once at Potter House, he gave Teddy a wink and ruffled his hair before he made his way upstairs. He could hear the shower going. He grinned and couldn't help but think that Teddy was a great little prankster in training. He would have to somehow turn Harry's hair blue to appease the little bloke so he didn't break his promise.
Sucking in a breath, his hands rubbing together, he crept along Harry and Ginny's bedroom towards the en suite. The door was wide open which made things easier. He peered into the bathroom to see Harry's clothes thrown all over the floor, even those teeny tiny boxer briefs he had seen on the cover of Witch Weekly a year ago. He grinned as he looked up to the steamy glass shower door. He could see Harry's mop of black hair, the distorted image of his body. He conveniently had his back towards the glass.
He counted to three in his head before he wrapped his fingers around the shower door. He yanked it open to see – Ginny? What the fuck?
"What?" George hissed as he stared at his sister in nothing but a towel.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and wheeled him around. George came face-to-face with Harry.
"Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Harry asked.
"The clothes!" George sputtered as he whipped around and shut the glass door on Ginny to see the distorted naked body of Harry on the glass. "THE GLASS!"
"It's a charm, George," Ginny explained as she pushed the door open to scowl at him.
"You tricked me!" George concluded.
Damn… they were better than he thought.
"Well, you shouldn't be trying to see me starkers!" Harry protested.
"Can't really blame him," Ginny said as she stepped out of the shower. "You're too sexy for your own good."
"No," George said. "I just want to know if the rumors are true. Come on, Potter, I showed you mine."
"No," Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I didn't ask to see yours."
George pouted. "I thought we were mates. Brothers."
"Nuh-uh, no way!" Ginny interrupted. "You won't make him feel guilty! Harry's body is for my eyes only now! Get out!"
George sighed dramatically. "Fine, but you have to at least let me turn his hair blue."
"Enough," Harry said. "You tried to use my godson against me? Did you really think Andy wouldn't overhear and tell me all about it?"
Bloody hell.
"My curiosity has gotten the better of me," George replied. "Did you really have to stick Ginny in the shower?"
"It was her idea to teach you a lesson," Harry replied. "Go home, George."
"I promised Teddy I would dye your hair blue if he helped me out," George replied. "Just let me charm it so I can save face."
Harry let out a huff of air. "No."
"You're going to make me go downstairs and disappoint your three-year-old godson?" George challenged.
"Yeah, think of it as your penance."
George groaned. There goes his prize of being the favorite uncle. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and appraised Harry.
"You're sure? Not even just a tint of blue?" George asked.
"No," Harry replied. "Go home, George. I'm locking my fireplace, all right?"
George rolled his eyes before sulking out of the bedroom. He heard Ginny laughing as he made his way down the stairs. Teddy sat in the parlor coloring on a sheet of parchment at the coffee table. He looked up, his eyes alit with excitement.
"No dice, kid," George said. "Harry's too good. He stopped me before I could drop the balloon."
Teddy's entire face fell. George knelt down to his level and locked eyes with him.
"We'll get him, don't you worry," George assured.
"Really?"
"You better believe it!" George grinned.
George had been wrong. True to his word, Harry had locked their fireplace so there were no spontaneous visits over to the Potter household. He even tried to stop by the Ministry gym to catch Harry and Ron in one of their morning shower dates but had been steered away by an Auror and led to Harry's desk in the bullpen to wait for him, not even being able to get close to the locker rooms. He tried to employ Ron with a camera, but his little brother had been a stick in the mud and refused to even get involved.
All hope seemed lost. All paths to satisfy his curiosity were effectively blocked. Angelina even told him to let it go. Except George was having fun. It was completely moronic, he understood that. The nostalgia of running around Hogwarts with Fred and doing equally moronic shit was familiar and comforting. He'd be lying to himself if he hadn't stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection for a good fifteen minutes one day.
"We'll get him, Freddie," George said to his reflection.
His throat narrowed and he felt like he could use a drink. Licking his lips, he tore himself away from the mirror in search of a bottle of Firewhisky and formulated more plans. He laughed into the amber liquid. It was all so bloody stupid.
When Friday rolled around, George geared himself up for congratulations as they showed the rest of the family Angelina's engagement ring and retold the story of a proposal in a field under the lights of fireworks.
He grinned and cracked jokes the entire night. Angelina talked about a small, intimate beach wedding. George flat out told his mother he would refuse to invite Aunt Muriel which only caused issues because she was family, she helped them hide during the war, she was old and would be dead soon so they needed to cherish the time they had left with her. George rolled his eyes, another no on the tip of his tongue when his father gave him one of his rare stern looks and George found himself saying all right.
He half-listened to Angelina talking to Fleur, Hermione, Molly, and Andy about what she wanted in a wedding. Light blue dresses, barefoot, a fern bouquet, and wedding bikinis for a pool party reception. It all sounded nice, unique, lovely. He didn't want some stuffy reception that wasn't any fun. A pool party wedding sounded like a lot of fun. If he drank enough, he'd probably jump into the pool completely starkers by the end of the night.
He glanced over at Harry and Ginny to see them talking in low tones with their foreheads pressed together. He grinned at something she said. Her fingers trailed up his arm as she leaned even closer to him to capture his lips against hers. Merlin, they were nauseating.
After dinner, the family had spread out. Some wandered into the parlor to chat while others munched on biscuits with tea in the kitchen. Teddy roped him into putting together a Quidditch puzzle that had once belonged to Charlie at the kitchen table. The toddler sat on his lap and attempted to connect the wooden pieces together. George pretended it was a very hard puzzle to make the kid feel better.
"Oi, try this one, mate," George suggested, holding out a corner piece.
Teddy took the piece and attempted to fit it into the wrong corner. "There!"
"Oh, so close. Look, there is no red right there," George explained, pointing to the edge of the puzzle piece. "Three more choices. You got this."
Teddy picked up the piece and placed it in the correct corner, twisting around to look up at George. The kid smiled up at him and George felt his heart swell. He thought having a kid like Teddy of his own would be pretty cool. Teddy had always been a good kid, funny and happy.
"Great job, mate," George praised and caused Teddy to positively beam.
Before they could get back to the puzzle, George heard his mother let out a loud shriek. Ron was out of the room before George even registered what had happened. He passed Teddy off to Hermione before he followed Ron out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"MUM!" Ginny shouted.
A door slammed shut as George rounded the corner.
"Mum, are you all right?" Ron asked, his hands on their mother's shoulders outside of Ginny's room.
There were scrambling noises coming from inside Ginny's old room. Harry swore loudly and uncharacteristically. George narrowed his eyes.
NO! He hadn't even noticed that they had slipped away. He had been too busy building puzzles with Teddy.
George's eyes grew wide as he strolled towards the door with determination. He had been trying for a week, a week and nothing! His mother had simply walked in and saw Harry in all his glory.
"George, no! They're not decent!" Molly shrieked but George ignored her.
He pushed open the door to see Harry standing in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hand carding through his hair. He jumped like a scared mouse and grabbed a pillow off the bed and planted it firmly in front of him. George held back his cussing.
"Mum saw you fully flying? Are you kidding me?" George hollered. "I've been trying for a week!"
"Get out, George!" Ginny shouted from the bed where she held a thin sheet up to cover herself. "Merlin, you're insufferable! Stop trying to see Harry starkers! Yes, he's bloody big. Get over it!"
Harry turned beat red and shifted uncomfortably by the bed. George narrowed his eyes.
"Are you serious?" Molly shrieked from the hallway. "Get out of that room right this instant, George Fabian Weasley!"
George suppressed a groan as he exited Ginny's old room. Molly reached around him and slammed the door shut, her wide eyes staring at him like she was at a loss of words.
"What is the matter with you?" Molly hissed. "Harry is private and you should respect his privacy! You shouldn't be sneaking around trying to, to see… George!"
Molly wheeled around and grabbed an issue of Witch Weekly off the little table in the hall. She rolled it up and hit him in the arm with it. George yelped.
"How would you feel if Harry was trying to do that to you?" Molly asked.
"I would bloody well show him!" George countered. "In fact, I did the other night."
Molly huffed and hit him again in the arm with the magazine. "What is wrong with you? Did I raise heathens?"
"Did you see the Harpies charity auction pictures in the papers last year? The outline alone was impressive!" George protested.
"Oh, you mean how Harry, Ronald, and Ginevra thought it'd be appropriate to walk half naked down a runway and let themselves be bid on for a date when they're in committed relationships?" Molly snapped. "I didn't approve then and I don't approve now!"
"Ron and Ginny are doing it again this year," George supplied with a grin, deflecting anger away from him. "Harry refused."
Molly's eyes grew wide and she shook her head.
"George!" Ron hissed.
"She'd see it in the papers the next day! Does it really matter?" George asked. "I heard from Ang that Gwenog bought Ginny a skimpy lingerie set with lightning bolts covering her tits because Harry refused to do it again."
"George!" Ginny shouted as she wretched open her bedroom door, fully clothed and looking like a crazed banshee. "Do you have zero filter?"
George shrugged. "We're family. If we can't talk to our family openly about our lives then who can we talk openly to?"
His mother gave him crazy eyes as Harry slipped out into the hallway fully clothed.
"Dinner was lovely, Molly," Harry said, looking down at his feet. "We're going to, uh, head out. It's getting late."
"Have a good night, dears," Molly said as she conveniently looked up at the ceiling.
George scoffed. "You saw, didn't you?"
"I didn't see anything!" Molly exclaimed, her face beat red and chest flushing.
Harry just glanced at George, sighed, and started towards the stairs. Ginny went after him, stopping briefly to punch George in the arm and lean in close.
"You ever try to bother Harry about this again, I will have bats coming out of your nose and dick simultaneously," Ginny hissed dangerously low. "Leave. Him. Be. He's private about that kind of stuff and you're making him uncomfortable. You already know he's large. You've seen the pictures from the date auction. Drop it now."
Ginny huffed and stormed down the stairs. George's Adam's apple bobbed. He had been on the receiving end of her Bat Bogey Hexes. It had hurt more than he had anticipated it to. He shuddered as he thought about those winged little sperm menaces shooting out of him.
"Are you done with this nonsense?" Molly screeched.
"Yes, yes, I learned my lesson," George said. "It is highly inappropriate to try to sneak a peek at someone's cock."
Molly shook. "George! The language!"
She stormed down the stairs. He turned towards Ron who stood there with his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets.
"You know, he's really not that much bigger than us," Ron commented. "Nothing really that special."
George blinked at his brother. "Of course, you've seen Harry's starkers."
"We roomed in a tiny dorm for six years together. We shared an even smaller tent while on the run for a year. Let me tell you, walking in on him wanking in a not-at-all-private tent while he's moaning our sister's name isn't a pleasant experience."
George only nodded. While he loved Harry and Ron to death, while they were his closet confidants and brothers, they just weren't Fred. They didn't share the same sense of twisted humor or mischief as his deceased twin brother. Maybe he had pushed it too far. It was just nice to feel free and do something stupid and silly again. He hadn't been stupid and silly for years now. But he had to remember who he was dealing with. Harry and Ron weren't stupid and silly. Nobody in the family was anymore.
He would drop it. The last thing he wanted was for Harry to be uncomfortable. He'd find something else to tease him about. Maybe years later when he least expects it, he'll catch a peek and be pleasantly surprised.
Hope you enjoyed the one-shot! Don't forget to leave a review. They make me want to continue to write and churn out content. They just simply make writing worth it and put a smile on my face. This is part of a series of one-shots and short stories that all connect (list of stories in my profile). The charity auction mentioned is my story entitled Brio if you want to read it.
Thanks to Bell for editing so quickly. Special thanks to Brie for the prompt and the help making it as great as it was.