Us ; George Weasley

Eighty-nine

"Staring at it won't make it grow." Fred commented as I had been staring at he and George's hair. I cut it this morning on both of them, then Marco wanted a hair cut too and he then also forced William to say yes to one, so I basically ended up being a bloody hair dresser.

That also meant that George owed me a song and he was gonna sing for me tonight.

Currently we were in Diagon Alley. We went here with Molly and my mum. The two seem to be great friends.

Marco is with William.

Ron is with Ginny and Granger.

Carrington and Grayson decided to come too so they were somewhere, doing whatever the fuck they want.

That sounded a little bitchy.

I have nothing against them. I just don't know what to do with the fact that I'm now the fourth child out of six.

I haven't even talked to my dad and I'm not planning on it. I have nothing to say. Absolutely nothing.

"But— it's so short." I said with a frown and reached up to run my fingers through his hair, seeing as Fred was closer to me right now than George was.

"George!" Fred called. "She's doing it again!"

Right... I may have touched Fred's hair a few times throughout the days and George had to pull me away each time.

"Allie." George laughed, grabbing onto my hand to pull it from his brother's hand. I turned to George and instead reached up to his hair.

"It feels like I've lost a part of myself."

"Now you're just being dramatic." He said, lacing his fingers with mine to keep me from touching their hair.

"Yeah, why are you so dramatic?" Fred asked. I scoffed and turned to him with an are-you-fucking-serious look.

"I'm dramatic?" I asked and stopped walking completely. "Frederick Gideon Weasley... I swear to—"

"Woah!" He exclaimed. "You don't have to throw my whole name out there like that."

"You may not remember this but in our fifth year, when the best team ever a.k.a my team, played against you—"

"You sure think highly of yourself."

"... you screamed when Marco threw a bludger at you. Screamed. And afterwards I remember seeing you walk away like the dramatic ass that you are because you were too embarrassed by how high-pitched your scream was. Remember that? Or am I the only one?"

Fred looked at George who was laughing, then looked at me again as I sent him a fake smile.

"You don't like me very much, do you?" I then asked when I saw the look Fred gave me. Instead he flipped me off, and I gasped dramatically, acting like I actually gave a fuck.

"I'm gonna leave you two alone." He said, lowering his hand. "Mostly because you just brought that up. I'm seventeen now. I'm a grown arse man."

Right...

"I'll see you when it's time to go back." Fred said before turning to his brother. "Please do something to make her nice."

He walked past us in the direction we just came from, and I turned to George who was looking after his brother.

"I'm nice." I scoffed. "Right?"

George looked down at me and started smiling while shaking his head.

"Not exactly— but that's okay." He grinned. "Can't all be nice."

I pouted.

"But you still love me, right?"