THE PULL OF YOUR HEART.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my character, plotline and a few other characters strewn out about the story. If I owned Harry Potter then I'd be currently having a relationship with James Phelps – who plays Fred – or even Oliver Phelps – George. But of course, I don't own Harry Potter, so I'm not dating an extremely attractive red head. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. ROWLING - the rather amazing author. However, I will use a few pieces of dialogue or so throughout the story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I really need to stop updating so slowly! Oh lord. GOOD NEWS, I passed Science! But now I'm in summer school so I could get a head start on History for next year and have an easier sophomore year! Stupid right? Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. I want to thank all of you that have reviewed though and a special thanks to There'sapennyinmypocket, who helped me get an idea for this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Chapter Seven
"Christmases When You Were Almost Mine"
The day after the Yule Ball, I stayed in my dorm the entire morning until I absolutely had to get off my arse and pack. Yeah, that's me – leaving packing for Christmas vacation till the day of. I had been completely in a daze since last night, still trying to comprehend what was possibly going on in my life.
In the middle of my packing, I heard a tap on my window before looking over to see a tawny owl holding a letter. I opened the window to take the letter, giving the owl a treat then sending her off.
Ryleigh,
Your friend Lee told me about how you felt sick. Je suis très désolé. Get better soon, cherie. I'm just glad that I got to see you before you leave for Christmas. I hope that you'll tell me your decision about my question when you come back.
Joyeux Noël,
Calvin.
I stared at the letter before tossing it in my trunk along with the rest of my half-packed items. I didn't even want to think about Calvin's question until after Christmas – maybe Easter. Okay, I was exaggerating. Until I asked Fred and George.
Fred.
"Dammit", I sighed before throwing a few more things in. I was over thinking everything far too much.
I was Ryleigh bloody Lovette for Merlin's sakes; the queen of carefree! I just had to be more relaxed, more cheery!
"Ryleigh", Katie called, poking her head into our dorm room. "Fred and George want me to let you know if you're not down in two minutes, then they're going to leave without you".
I scoffed and shut my trunk. "They most definitely will not since I'm done", I told her with a grin.
Alicia laughed and shook her head before we both walked downstairs to the common room, awaited by two redheads.
"Ten years later", George said, reaching out to hit me.
"Never hit a lady!" I scolded, grabbing his hand with my free one.
This caused him to chuckle. "You don't count as a lady".
My eyes narrowed playfully at him before I flipped my hair and sighed dramatically. "This is why Fred's my favourite", I replied.
Fred laughed and grabbed my trunk – he and George took turns – then we all walked out of the portrait hole. Needless to say, George and I were bickering lovingly all the way to the first floor.
"Oh, Ryleigh!" my grandmother burst out as she entered my family's house. "I've missed you so much!"
I laughed as she engulfed me into her familiar and comforting hug. "I've missed you too, Gran".
"And you've grown!" she exclaimed, glancing me up and down at arms' length. "Still thin as a wand though. Oh, your father never feeds you, does he?"
I couldn't help but grin as I watched Gran scold Daddy before he scooped her up and kissed her cheek. My grandmother reminded me a lot of Molly Weasley, probably since she almost raised her.
"My little Ry", a voice said from behind me and I knew exactly who it was.
I turned around and smiled widely at my grandfather, running into his arms. "Grandpa!" I cried, hugging him tightly.
He hugged back, patting my hair down as he let out that rumbling laughter of his that would always made me smile like a Cheshire cat. We were definitely a laid back family.
"And who's this?" Grandpa asked, glancing at the young boy who was in our entrance hall.
Yes, Xavier's friend had come to stay with us for the holidays seeing as he didn't find it fair that he'd be the youngest one there with our family and the Weasley's.
"Nathaniel", the strawberry blonde haired boy grinned at my grandparents and stuck out his hand formally. I had seen him around Hogwarts and noticed that he looked like a pretty solid friend for Xavier. I approved.
"Oh, come here!" Gran explained, pulling him into a group hug with Grandpa. "We're Lovette's – we don't shake hands!"
My father, Xavier and I watched the embrace in action, laughing. Yup, that was just our odd family.
After my grandparents released Nathaniel from the hug, we all decided to get ready before the Christmas dinner would happen and the Weasley's would arrive. Walking into my room, I realized just how much I had missed it. Sure, Hogwarts was my second home but my room just held so many memories that I wouldn't dare let go.
As I was slipping on my jeans, I realized that for some reason, I wanted to look good tonight. I knew the reason actually, but I wasn't about to admit it.
Fred, George's voice boomed in my head.
I ignored it, scolding my friend for being in my subconscious before realizing how stupid I was being. After pulling on my deep green peasant top and applying light makeup, I decided that I was ready to see all of my favourite Weasley's.
Minus Percy.
I sat in front of my bureau, staring at my reflection and a giggle escaped from my lips. I was thinking about sitting right in that very spot last night, and there I was today.
"Go ahead upstairs, boys. Ryleigh should be just finishing up", I heard my father say from downstairs and I smiled.
Those twins knew my house as well as I did, and vice versa with The Burrow. I had three homes – my house, Hogwarts, and The Burrow. And everywhere, I had a family.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, Ryleigh smells like hay!" George sang, swinging my door open.
I laughed and turned around to face the two redheads that I adored. It was as if I kept having these flashbacks of us from when we were younger a lot more lately.
"I just took a shower though", I whined, pouting at him.
"Guess we'll have to through you back into the tub then!" Fred exclaimed and picked me up from my seat, carrying me towards the door.
"Fred, no!" I laughed, flailing my arms all about. "George!"
George shrugged, "Showers are good, Ry. You wouldn't want to go to dinner smelling like a horse stable, would you?"
"Fred, put me down or I swear I'll –", I started, but he cut me off.
"Or you'll get your smelly on me?"
I groaned, still trying to flip my way out of his arms before we heard a voice from downstairs.
"Fred! George! Put Ryleigh down this instant!" Molly yelled from downstairs in her 'I-Mean-Business' voice.
"To think that woman always thinks we're a package deal when it comes to misbehaving", George sighed jokingly, shaking his head.
I scoffed. "That's because you are", I replied as Fred let me down. "And you!"
"Me?" Fred asked dramatically.
"No more picking me up!" I exclaimed, punctuating each word with a whack in his arm.
"Violent", Fred sneered at me.
I smiled innocently. "You love me".
"That's what you think", he responded with a grin.
"Watch that cheek, Weasley", I pointed out.
"Oh, you're right. I'm terrified of the big, bad, scary, Lovette".
I crossed my arms and turned my nose up. "Rude".
"You both are children", George told the pair of us while he held up one of my dresses to himself in the mirror. "Shall I wear this?"
"No", I said slowly after observing him for a moment. I reached into my closet and pulled out a short pink summer dress. "This one".
"Ah, much more your colour, mate", Fred added.
"My colour is your colour – we could match!"
"Brilliant!" the twins exclaimed in unison.
The three of us all roared with laughter as we made our way down the stairs of the house and into the living room.
"Ryleigh, dear!" Molly squealed as we walked into the room, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "It's been too long".
I hugged the plump woman back, taking in her comforting smell that always reminded me of something delicious she would cook mixed with orchids.
"Now, now, Mum", a voice interrupted, "You can't hog all of the Ryleigh to yourself".
I glanced up to see Bill's familiar face and I grinned, practically jumping on him. "You!" I cried while tugging on his ponytail.
Bill laughed heartily in my ear, squeezing me tight. "Yes, me. But more importantly you!"
I was then passed around to Charlie and Arthur, all of us mingling and making small talk.
"There's this new invention Muggles have, you see, like a magic picture box that puts on little plays and it's called velly-tision!" Arthur told me excitedly.
I thought about this for a second and the nodded. "Ah, yes! We learned about that in Muggle Studies. What was it again, Fred and George?"
George shrugged. "Vel-Tish?"
"Tele-vish?" Fred guessed.
"Tee-vision?"
"Vision-Tision?"
I rolled my eyes at their unhelpful suggestions, but smiled at Arthur. "I do remember that it was called Tee-vee or something as a short form!"
He grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Spectacular, aren't those Muggles?"
I laughed and agreed with him, not quite knowing exactly what we were talking about, but Mr. Weasley never failed to make me smile.
"Supper's ready!" Gran called from the kitchen and we all entered the large dining room loudly.
I took my usual seat between the twins, knowing off by heart where everybody would be for this meal, adding in Xavier's friend, Nathaniel of course.
"So Gran", Xavier started while taking a bite of his chicken leg, "What are we doing tomorrow?"
Gran and Molly smiled at eachother, immediately alerting me that they had something planned.
"We're going to The Burrow", she told the table and we all grinned.
Both of the women always made feasts big enough to feed a small army, hence the dinner that we were having tonight.
"Ew, I have to see this ugly face again?" George teased while nudging my elbow.
I narrowed my eyes and hit him over the head. "You're way uglier than me!"
"Have you seen this face?" he asked incredulously, shooting me a dazzling smile for emphasis.
I grinned back at him just as big and nodded, "Exactly my point".
"George, Ryleigh", my dad scolded teasingly.
We smiled at him and shrugged. "Sorry".
"I know, Mr. Lovette", Fred said, "Such children."
The Weasley men chuckled down the table and Nathaniel just seemed really confused. He clearly wasn't used to our types of families.
After dinner, the twins and I went up to my room to plan out our latest pranks.
"So I figure", George started, "Whenever we get our money from that weasel, Bagman, we can start making more products for the shop!"
"You guys are really going through with this?" I asked, knowing that they had always wanted to have a joke shop. More like dreamed actually.
"Of course we're going through with it!" Fred exclaimed, that twinkle in his eye whenever he was talking of something he was passionate about appearing. Oh, how I loved that twinkle.
"And…" George said nervously, glancing at Fred. His twin nodded. "We want you to work with us".
I stared at them for a moment before shaking my head furiously. "That's your dream, guys. You've wanted this for so long".
"Oh, come on, Ry!" Fred cried. "We know that it was all of our dreams".
I laughed, completely oblivious to them awaiting an answer.
"I'm serious, though", Fred said after my burst of laughter. "We need you with us".
Why couldn't you just say "I need you with me?" I thought.
I smiled and kissed each of the boys' cheeks before ruffling their hair. "Ask me when you finally get it up – see if you still want me there", I replied.
"Ryleigh", George said seriously, trying to tell me that they really did want me there.
"Shush! Not another word!" I told them.
The twins turned to eachother for a second before bursting out in a load of gibberish.
"Haschelab?"
"Schledavesh macarosh".
"Veshina schekingburk!"
"Burk".
"Herp".
"Herp-a-derp!"
I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but roar with laughter that their little language.
"That didn't count as another word, did it Gred?"
Fred grinned. "I don't think so, Forge".
I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Why do I love you boys?"
"Boys?" George gasped.
"We're men!" Fred stated, flexing his muscles.
"Go ahead and flex that bone, Freddy", I said with a wink even though I was gaping at his body on the inside.
"You love my 'bone', Ry", he told me with a smirk.
"You're so right, Fred. I want you, I need you. And when I see you, I just -", I said in a dreamy voice and then pretended to swoon.
Fred faked a sound of exasperation while pushing back his hair and replied, "I knew it. I'm just too … too …"
"Big-headed?" I suggested.
"Overly confident?" George added with a grin.
"Annoying?"
"Silly?"
"Odd?"
"Dramatic?"
"Ugly", I proclaimed with a strong nod.
Fred narrowed his eyes playfully at me before pouncing on me, throwing his entire weight into the tackle. The two of us landed with a THUD on my bedroom floor as I tried to push him off of me.
"Fred!" I yelled, throwing my head back in laughter.
"Ryleigh?" Fred asked innocently.
"Get off of me!" I grunted, struggling underneath his weight.
"No", he replied with a smile.
"Fred, get off!"
"Not until you admit I'm not ugly!"
I laughed again, "Never!"
You are not ugly.
He chuckled and tickled me on my sides, resulting in me laughing even more.
"Fred!"
"Admit it!" he laughed.
"You're not ugly!" I screamed through my fit of giggles.
"What am I?" he asked with a grin.
I looked up at him skeptically, "I just said what!"
"If I'm not ugly, then what am I?" he repeated, his eyes shining with laughter.
"You're – you're … devilishly handsome!" I laughed, trying to push him off even harder.
"Merlin, you could've just told me instead of throwing yourself under me", Fred sighed dramatically with a wink before letting all of his weight fall on top of me.
I grunted as he fell but rolled my eyes nonetheless. "Yes, that's exactly what happened", I said sarcastically.
He chuckled lightly, hiding his face in the crook of my neck and letting his hot breath fall onto my skin. It was only then that I realized the position we were in and my cheeks reddened.
He lifted his head to look at me, gently wiping a piece of my dark hair away from my face and smiling.
"You look cute under me, you know that?" he said teasingly.
"Well if you let me get up, I could go back to my not so cute, usual self", I scoffed playfully and hit him.
Fred laughed, getting off of me and holding his hand out to help me up. I lazily took it as if I was disgusted with even touching him and slowly felt myself being picked off the ground.
"Thank you", I said pompously before bursting out in another fit of giggles.
"Hey – where'd George go?" he asked, looking around.
"I believe we've been ditched, Weasley", I stated.
"It appears so, Lovette", he agreed while extending his arm. "Shall we go find him?"
I took his open arm and nodded proudly. "We shall!"
The next day, my family and I showed up at The Burrow for 5 o'clock sharp as Molly had specified. Merlin, that woman always had to be precise but nevertheless, I loved her.
"Haven't seen you lot in a while", Charlie joked as he greeted us at the door.
"I know, right?" I gasped and pinched his cheek. "You've grown!"
He swatted me away with a chuckle and ruffled my hair, "Alright, kid. We're just about to go out to the backyard for some Quidditch. Would you young ones care to join us?"
"I'd be happy to, just let me gear up!" Grandpa exclaimed.
I laughed as my Gran whacked him in the arm playfully, but nodded along with Xavier and Nathaniel.
"We get Ryleigh!" the twins said in unison once we all had our brooms.
"Hey!" Bill huffed. "She's never our chaser! Share some Ry!"
I fluttered my eyelashes, "My, my, is everybody fighting over little ol' me?"
George narrowed his eyes jokingly, "Keep up that southern stuff, and I'll be fighting you".
I glared right back. "George Weasley, that's rude!"
"You're rude", he retorted.
"Do you want me on your team or not?" I asked craftily, knowing the answer.
"I suppose", he sighed before grabbing me into an one-armed hug.
"Alright", Charlie said, clapping his hands together. "Ryleigh, George, Fred, Ginny verses Bill, Xavier, Nathaniel and myself".
"Let's go!" I shouted, pumping my fist in the air before mounting my broom and shooting off the ground.
George was our beater, Ginny the keeper, and Fred and I were chasers. On the other team, Charlie was a beater, Bill and Nathaniel were chasers, and Xavier was keeper.
The game started off quickly with me shooting past Bill, Nathaniel and even Charlie's bludger to score the first goal.
"Ten points!" I cheered, doing a mock bow.
"Oh and I'm big headed?" Fred teased as I passed the quaffle to him.
"Oh shush", I said with an impolite hand gesture.
"Not lady like at all!" he observed playfully while we passed the quaffle back and forth between ourselves.
"Why don't you be the lady then?" I replied with a wink.
Quickly, Bill dove between us and grabbed the red ball, tossing it to Nathaniel. I glanced up at him, shocked and made a 'humph' sound.
"Maybe if you two stopped bickering like an old married couple, you could score a few more points", he joked and stuck out his tongue.
I mocked his gesture; my head returning to the game after their side scored a point.
Thirty minutes and fifty points later, Charlie shot a craftily skilled bludger my way. Thankfully however, George's bat made contact with it and saved my arse.
But then it got shot at an oblivious Nathaniel.
"Watch it, mate!" George called but it wasn't enough heads up.
The young boy was startled at the large black ball coming towards him and quickly leaned sideways to avoid a collision. It was clear that he had never been trained in Quidditch like we had – by Oliver Wood – since everybody knew that if you lean too far over on your broom, you –
"Blimey!" Nathaniel yelled as he lost his balance and flipped sideways off his broom.
You fall.
In a split second, we all saw the poor eleven-year-old falling towards the ground, most likely towards an injury. All of the guys quickly reacted, ready to go save him. But I was already just feet away from Nathaniel, my arm outstretched to grab him.
When we were both a short distance away from the eachother, I grasped his upper arm in mine tightly and turned my broom over. Thank Merlin practicing that move enough had paid off, because I now had a small boy on the back of my broom.
"Alright there, Nathaniel?" I called, slowly bringing us back down to the grass below.
"I think so", he replied, "Is my face still there?"
I laughed and turned around the glance at him. "Yes, it's still there", I replied.
"Then I'm peachy!"
When our feet had landed solidly on the ground, the rest of them were already waiting there for us.
"Sorry, mate", George said, genuinely looking apologetic.
"It's alright", Nathaniel replied, letting out the breath that he had held in.
George ruffled his hair affectionately, as he did to everybody. "That's good", he nodded.
The boy felt to make sure all of his body parts were there – including his face, guess he didn't take my word for it – before turning to me.
"You", he started, "You saved me!"
"I guess I did", I said slowly, thinking this over in my head. "Just an average day in my superhero life!"
He laughed, but tugged on the sleeve of my coat. "I'm serious! I'll do anything for you", he exclaimed.
I smiled and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about it", I told him.
"No. Anything".
"I heard you…"
This kid was starting to get a bit creepy. Alright, so I saved your arse from a broken arm or something – nothing big.
"Kids, dinner!" Arthur called from the doorway of The Burrow and the lot of us piled inside the house, into the dining room.
"This looks delicious, Mum", Bill said as we sat down at the large table.
Dinner passed by rather uneventfully, just the usual conversation mixed in with me and the twins making fun of eachother. It was just what we did.
"He asked you to be his girlfriend?" Ginny squealed as we sat in her bedroom after dinner.
I quickly slapped my hands over her mouth and narrowed my eyes. "I told you not to scream!" I scolded playfully.
"How can I not scream? Are you going to say yes?" she demanded.
I shrugged, "I haven't really thought about it … I want Fred and George's opinion".
"Have you told them?" she asked.
I sighed and looked down at my hands. "No".
"What?"
"Merlin, Ginny!" I cried, pouting. "Might as well let the entire house hear!"
"I'm sorry", she said, "But really – you know they're going to have to find out eventually".
I nodded, "I know, but it's just that Fred –"
"You fancy him", she stated.
"I – what?"
Okay, I did. But I didn't want Ginny to figure it out before I even admitted it to myself.
"You F-A-N-C-Y my brother, Fred", she replied confidently.
I crossed my arms moodily. I had forgotten how smart this little thirteen-year-old girl was. "So what if I do?" I mumbled.
Ginny gaped. "What do you mean 'so what'? Fred fancies you back and if you both just plucked up the nerve to admit it to eachother then –".
"No. You and George both say that but I don't believe you. No, no, no, no, no, NO!" I protested.
"Merlin, with the way you were saying it, it's as if you don't want him to", she sighed exasperatedly.
I rolled my eyes at the redhead. "It's not that. I'm just scared that if we do – you know – get together or something, it'll ruin everything", I confessed.
She looked sympathetic. "Ryleigh, you're being bloody ridiculous! You and Fred are –".
The door opened slowly and we both quickly ended the conversation to look at my little brother.
"What?" I asked.
"Make him stop", he pouted.
"Make who stop?"
"Nathaniel", Xavier groaned. "All he can say is 'Ryleigh this and Ryleigh that. You're not that great!"
I threw one of Ginny's pillows at him. "I am so that great!"
"Great enough for my best friend to develop a crush on you?" he demanded.
I opened my mouth and words spluttered out, "Yeah, maybe not that great".
Ginny giggled. "Awh, that's so cute!"
I scoffed. "How about no".
"All I know is, he needs to shut up", Xavier shrugged before turning on his heel.
We heard a small collision outside Ginny's bedroom door and the familiar voice of one of the twins.
"Sorry, mate!" George's voice said from the corridor before he stepped into the room. "Ladies".
"Dearest George", I greeted with a grin.
"George, you agree with me that Fred fancies Ry, right?" Ginny asked.
I gaped at the pair of them, "What?"
"Completely and utterly agree", he nodded.
"You huh?"
"Ryleigh, come on", George said, "The bloke's obviously barmy over you and everybody can see it but well … you".
I sighed before standing up. "I'm not sitting and listening to this anymore", I told them while sticking out my tongue. "Are the adults outside in the yard?"
"Yeah", he replied.
I smiled. "Good, that means that the living room downstairs is mine".
With that, I left the room quickly and walked downstairs, sitting on the couch when I finally got to the living room.
"Fancy meeting you here", a voice said from beside.
I jumped and turned to realize that Fred was there, going completely unnoticed by me. I laughed, "Merlin, you startled me!"
He grinned. "I sort of figured by the way that you jumped", he replied.
"What are you doing down here alone?" I asked, scooting closer towards him.
"Thinking", he told me.
I smiled, "About?"
"Well", he started, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you".
I laughed and drifted into my thoughts, realizing that now it would be a good time to tell him about Calvin wanting to be my boyfriend. Oh, but every time I thought it was a good time, I realized that it would just ruin the good time. Why couldn't everything just be a bit easier?
It's quite easy, my inner voice told me, Tell Fred you fancy him and he'll say it back. Then you live happily ever after.
Right. Is this a fairy tale or something? It doesn't work like this in the real world. Plus, Ginny and George were just putting all of those thoughts in my head, making me think he fancies me. What if he doesn't?
I'm in way too over my head.
"Ryleigh", Fred whispered, causing me to snap back into reality. It was then that I realized the way his blue eyes reflected the warmth of the fireplace as he looked into my pair of brown ones.
"Fred", I whispered back uncertainly.
"There's a piece of mistletoe levitating above us", he whispered back.
I glanced up and sure enough, there it was. Molly had never hung mistletoe in the living room before this year unless …
"George", we said in unison before chuckling softly.
There was a pause of comfortable silence between us as Fred played with the tips of my long hair and I admired his great jaw line.
"We still haven't exchanged gifts, you know", he said quietly.
A small smile creeped up and onto my lips. "You're right", I replied before grabbing a carefully wrapped present box from under the tree.
I watched as Fred also pulled a box from the tree – his looking like it was much more of a struggle to be wrapped. We switched the packages and I waited to see if he would open it first.
"You never could wrap", I told him, my smile still evident on my lips.
He laughed. "And you always could. Now open it", he said.
I pouted, but began to unwrap the gift anyway, knowing that the conversation was too easy going for me to ruin it with us bickering like we always do.
Finally, I saw what he had gotten me and automatically loved it.
"Fred", I breathed, holding the necklace in my hands. It seemed almost too delicate for me to touch.
It was a silver locket in the shape of a heart with beautiful designs on the front, little sapphires dotting the edge of it. As I opened it, I saw a small photograph of me and the twins laughing in the bathtub from when we were only five-years-old. It was adorable.
"Turn it over", he whispered against my ear and I did as I was told.
Engraved on the back in perfect calligraphy – obviously not Fred's doing – was the three words that would make me smile no matter what. And no, it wasn't I love you.
"Mischief never managed", I read before looking up at Fred who was smiling. "Fred, it's … it's stunning. It must have cost a fortune".
He grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry about it", he replied.
"Thank you, I … I love it". I smiled in awe of how sentimental he could be and pointed to the package in his hands. "Well, open yours now".
I watched anxiously as he undid the wrapping paper, possibly even slower than I did – I think it was just to tease me. But the look on his face when he opened my gift was worth the wait.
I smiled as he looked at the leather-bound picture album in his hands with gold words on it that read 'Two Weasley's and a Lovette'. While he flipped through the pictures varying from when we were in diapers to last night at the Yule Ball, I was admiring the gorgeous necklace that I was wearing.
"Ry", he said, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "I love it. Thanks a bunch".
After we pulled away from the embrace, I placed the locket in his hand before turning around. He seemed confused. "Help me put it on", I explained while holding my hair up.
I heard him chuckle from behind me and shivers shot through my spine as his fingers brushed against my neck while clasping the necklace. I turned around to face him again with a large smile on my face.
This is it, I thought.
But no, it wasn't. Suddenly George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie and the rest of the Christmas celebrators walked into the house, causing me and the adorable redhead to break apart.
George smirked at us, drawing nearer. "Like the mistletoe, Ry?" he murmured in my ear so only I could hear.
I narrowed my eyes at him before turning to Charlie. "Hey, Charlie, could I borrow your wand?" I asked sweetly.
He glanced between all of us and nodded, grinning before handing me his wand that was similar to mine.
I pointed the wand at the mistletoe that still hung about our heads and hexed it to follow George around whenever he and his mother were in the same room.
As Molly walked into the living room, the mistletoe quickly zoomed between her and her son, causing her to look absolutely enthusiastic.
"Oh, does my little Georgie want a kiss?" she cooed before smothering his cheeks in kisses.
The twin looked like a mix of being embarrassed and appalled as his mother continued to kiss him over and over. I smirked and handed Charlie's wand back over him, watching the scene in front of me.
"Like the mistletoe, George?"
Author's Note: Longer chapter than usual, right? It's all good, it's my gift in return for not updating in a bit. I'd actually like to reach 20 reviews before I update my next chapter. Please, don't be shy to PM me with any ideas!
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