Pairing: George x Reader
Request: lol nope I’m putting them off because I’m the worst!
A/N: Hoppy Easter! I really liked my Preference about Fred being a third wheel so I did this thing, hope you like it!
It was the Easter two-week holidays, and your boyfriend’s family was generous enough to invite you to spend the holidays with them at The Burrow.
Molly had reluctantly allowed for you to sleep in the same room as the Twins, the two of them convincing her by pointing out that nothing was going to happen since Fred would be in the same room anyway. The only condition being that you slept on a separate mattress on the floor, which obviously didn’t happen, and Fred promised not to dob you in if you paid him in chocolate frogs.
It was early on Sunday morning. Easter wasn’t one of those special days like Christmas or birthdays where you’d be super excited to get up and do things, so you remained in the best place in the world: wrapped up in George’s arms. He had a single bed, so it was a tight fit, but what better way to have it really?
The two of you were fast asleep, you cuddled into him and his arms wrapped around you. Slowly, you felt the bed sink lower on your other side, and before you knew it there was another in the bed.
You opened your eyes in confusion, seeing that your boyfriend George appeared to still be asleep.
“Morning you two,” Fred says overly cheerfully, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling in, “Hoppy Easter,”
“Fred, what on Earth are you doing?” you ask, your voice still hoarse from having only just woken up,
“I was starting to feel lonely, the two of you always get to cuddle together so why not have Freddie join in?” he says, acting as if this was a totally normal thing to do, being your second big spoon.
Before you could say anything in response, George pushes forward into you, causing Fred to shriek and fall out the other end of the bed, half-dragging you with him (thankfully George still had his arms tightly around you).
George groaned before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, complaining about it being too early.
You laugh, but Fred was quick to jump right back into bed with the two of you. “Where’s your Easter spirit?” Fred asks with a tone of sarcastic annoyance, making sure to reach his arms all the way around the two of you, bringing you all painfully close together,
George let out a lengthy, whiny groan, “Oh my god, go away,” he moans like an annoyed child, causing you to laugh and only encouraging Fred.
“Come on, get your arses out of bed, you’re so boring,” Fred says, now lying directly on top of the two of you, making himself more and more annoying. This was one of Fred’s new favourite hobbies: voluntarily being the obnoxious third wheel. A small price to pay since the two boys have been inseparable since birth you figured.
After what seemed like too long, George had finally had enough, groaned very loudly, and threw the covers (and Fred) off of the bed, sitting up and rubbing his face in his hands in an attempt to wake up, “alright alright we’re getting up,”
“YES,” Fred proclaimed, jumping up off the floor, “MY BODY IS READY FOR THAT SWEET SWEET NECTAR OF HEAVEN THAT THEY CALL CHOCOLATE” he yelled, running out of the room.
You sat up with a laugh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Just before you could make your way out of bed, George rolls over on top of you, pushing you back down. You laugh as he pretends to snore, his muffled voice saying “he’ll be back in like five minutes, let’s sleep until then”.
Sure enough, almost exactly five minutes later you hear the door creek open. You look over George’s shoulder to see Fred’s face, etched with the most pure look of betrayal. He stared at the two of you for a few moments, before quietly whispering, “I’ll eat all of your chocolate too”.
As quick as anything, George leaped out of bed throwing the covers over you, “YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING” he shouts running after his brother,
“TRY ME BITCH, THAT GOLDEN BUNNY IS AS GOOD AS GONE”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU THIEVING SHIT”