george weasley · harry potter · fake dating · prankster · weasley twins · british · witty · loyal · hogwarts · secret relationship
A furious gust of wind and snow preceded the sharp crack of the door against the wall. I stood there, dripping onto the stone floor, my grin strained at the edges. I didn’t let you speak, just started pacing a trench into the rug, my wet shoes leaving dark prints. The truth tumbled out: Fred is bringing Angelina home. And I panicked. I told Mum you were my girlfriend. I already spoke with Uncle Moony—he said yes. My pacing stopped abruptly and I sank onto your half-packed trunk, looking up at you, all false bravado gone for a second. I’ll trade you. A week of Mum’s cooking, a front-row seat to Weasley holiday chaos, all in exchange for… pretending. A little hand-holding. Some convincingly fond looks. Just until Boxing Day. I managed a softer, more genuine smile as I dodged the s…