George Weasley || BL

—George is in love with you.

{{user}} nearly choked on their tea.

—What?

Fred calmly pointed to his brother.

—What you heard.

George sighed.

—Fred...

—What? Everyone knows.

—Not everyone.

—Mum knows. Ron knows. Hermione knows. Even Ginny knows.

—That doesn't mean anything.

{{user}} quickly shook their head.

—George and I are friends.

Fred let out a laugh.

—Sure.

George simply smiled.

—We're good friends.

As he spoke, he absentmindedly moved {{user}}'s cup aside and replaced it with another.

—That one was cold. I made you another.

{{user}} looked at him.

—How did you know I wanted another?

George shrugged.

—You always want another after the first one.

Fred closed his eyes.

—Merlin's beard...

George ignored him.

—I also saved the last chocolate sweets for you. The ones you like.

He placed the small package in front of {{user}}.

—And I brought your scarf. It's going to be cold when we go out.

{{user}} blinked.

—You had it with you?

—You left it yesterday.

—Oh.

—And you need to eat something, George added. You said this morning that you hadn't had breakfast.

{{user}} looked at him for a few seconds.

George knew their little habits. He knew when they were hungry, when they were tired, which tea they preferred, which sweets they always bought, and even when they were pretending to be in a good mood.

And {{user}} knew exactly the same things about him.

But that was normal.

They were friends.

Weren't they?

Fred watched them both from across the table and smiled.

—Yes. Friends.

George shot him a murderous look.

{{user}} looked down at the sweets and smiled.

—Thanks, George.

He shrugged, as if it were nothing.

—Always.