Celia I A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-One - Decisions

Summer Holidays, July 1997:

'You sure you're not going to be too holey for tonight's celebrations, little brother?' Fred joked from his seat on the bed opposite us.

I smiled as George rolled his eyes while I finished tying his bow tie for him.

My injuries had started to heal properly in the last couple of days since we'd brought Harry home. My ribs were still sore in certain positions and the bruising on had started to disappear, whatever Mum had given me was slowly working. But, I had push away the pain so I could focus all of my attention on the boy in front of me; I worried his injury was affecting him much more than he led on.

'You've used that too many times for it to be funny now.' George replied to his brother.

'Hey, I wasn't the one who started it.' Fred stated, leaning over his bed and bringing up a bottle of alcohol.

'Shall we begin the celebration?' He raised his eyebrows and I laughed as George rolled his eyes again.

'You know we can legally drink. You don't have to sneak it into the room.' I laughed again as George taunted his brother.

'Yes I know that. But Miss Celia here is still underage and Mum would kill us if she knew we were drinking with her.' I sat down on the floor and George grabbed my hand.

'Ladies first.' I took a swig of the drink once Fred handed it over. I couldn't help but make a face as I struggled to swallow the tart liquid.

'What is that?' I asked, watching George take a swig.

'It's gin, your new favourite drink.' Fred replied, handing it back over to me.

We continued drinking from the bottle, waiting for our call to come down stairs. The wedding didn't start for another couples hours and I could hear the motions downstairs of all the people running around getting ready for it.

George disappeared to go to the loo and while he did Fred moved over to me and sat down, staring at me affectionately.

'He really loves you, you know.' He put his arm around me and I nodded, smiling at him.

'I know, I love him too.' I replied.

'He hasn't stopped smiling since you got together, it's nice to see.' He murmured, looking away from us.

'You'll find your someone, Fred.' I replied, leaning onto his shoulder. I felt the alcohol make my brain all fuzzy and I couldn't help but close my eyes to try and make the room stay steady.

'Maybe...' He tuned out. I sobered up at his voice and sat up straight to make him face me.

'Listen to me, Fred Weasley. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Believe me, if I had a sister, I would send her your way.'

'Shame that you don't, if she was anything like you, I'd be the luckiest guy in the world.' I laughed and leaned my head back on his shoulder.

'Well you do have me. We're family and always will be.' I closed my eyes and leaned into him, letting the warm fuzzy feeling take over again.

'Oi, what do you think you're doing?' George's voice took over the room and I smiled as Fred pulled his arms around me tighter and laughed.

'I've stolen your girl and made her mine!' I opened my eyes and laughed at George's smirking face staring down at us.

'Is that right?' George crossed his arms, trying to look angry, but failed as a smirk shined through his pout.

'He's right. I'm sorry George, but I just can't be with someone who only has one ear.' I tried to hide my chuckles, but it just came out as snorts as Fred burst into laughter and George joined in with us.