HP | Fred Weasley X F!Reader | Slow

Feel Better

George POV

"When applying wormwarts to an explosive potion, what will be the effect on the user of the potion if applied in small increments on the skin?"
I pull at my hair as I reread the question on the parchment for the 10th time and whisper it to myself.

"If you keep that up you're gonna lose your signature red locks."

I purse my lips at Lee's voice beside me.

"Yeah well you, sir, are also not finished."

"Yeah but you have to be relaxed about it." He grins at me and I raise a brow.

"I'd like to graduate at some point, you know?"

"You don't have to. My uncle didn't graduate and he's got galleons on galleons."

"Really?"

"Yeah! He's a play director."

"Boring!" I groan as Lee chuckles.

"Well you don't have to direct plays."

"What could I do? Right now I see myself on the way to becoming some loser with a desk job in the ministry." I grimace. Lee rolls his eyes and sets his quill down.

"You need to do something relating to what you're good at."

"Making people mad? Getting in trouble?" I jokingly say, but I'm surprised to see him thinking about it.

"Yeah, actually."

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, what about a business?"

"Me? A business?" I scoff but Lee slaps my arm.

"Don't think I haven't seen you and Fred's inventions. You're brilliant!"

I feel myself turn red at his words and shove him away.

"Shut it, Lee."

"I'm serious! You're super talented! I don't get any of that stuff but you guys have already made a bunch of stuff for your pranks and they all work- that takes smarts!"

I feel myself get more embarrassed as he goes on and I wave my hands in front of his face.

"Stop stop I get it!"

His grin is evil as he puts my hands down.

"I don't think you do- I think I've gotta keep complimenting you until you really get it."

"You just wanna embarrass me!"

"It works because everything I say is true."

I put my head on the desk as he laughs brightly.

"This isn't fair." I mumble as his laughter dies down.

"Oh it so is."

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm better than you."

"Nu uh."

"Uh huh."

"No way."

"Yes way."

I grab his quill as he gasps in fake shock.

"You resort to petty theft, George?"

"Why yes I do."

"I'll take your quill then!"

"Oh no not my quill!" I say sarcastically. He reaches to take my quill as I examine his quill. I notice Alicia's name carved into the wood.
"You dare accuse me of theft when this isn't even your quill?"