Euphoric ~ Fred Weasley

Game On

"Why do you always fall for it?" He responds sheepishly, pushing himself to sit up. "It's almost as if she falls for you" George chuckles while Ron's starts to smirk, a blush now forming along his cheeks but he tries not to make it noticeable.

Max feels someone brush past her from behind, goosebumps start forming along her skin down her spine as the persons hand is placed along her waist for not even a split second. Max lets her eyes travel around the place before setting her eyes on the small couch Fred used to be at.

"So Max, what was your bad dream about?" Max's eyes now travel over to where George is sat on the bigger couch. "You had a bad dream?" Hermione now asks.

"That could be a sign of something bothering you mentally, what was the dream about?" A frown slowly gets placed along Max's features as flashes of her dream begin playing into her mind.

Everyone's attention is now on her, waiting patiently for her reply. "Um.. It's not even a big deal so" Max's shrugs as her frown is replaced with an emotionless stare. "Oh my god... It was a dirty dream wasn't it" George says before smirking. "Who about?" Fred now says but his tone was laced with annoyance and irritation.

"It wasn't a dirty dream, drop it guys okay?" Max suddenly snaps before turning her back to them and walking into the kitchen. She grabs a cloth before cleaning the crumbs off from the counters aggressively. "Hey, you okay?" A voice startles her, causing her to turn her body to face the person who spoke.

"I'm fine, George" She sighs, turning back to aggressively clean the counter. "You don't look fine. You can talk to me you know" George says, now standing beside her. "I know, there's just nothing to talk about" Max retorts, getting more and more aggressive with every word.

George glances down at her hand aggressively trying to scrub a stain away  before looking back up to her face, his lips turning up into a slight grin. "That's not what it sounded like when you snapped at everyone a minute ago. Also, that's not a stain Maxi, that's part of the counter design" His tone is playful as he talks softly to her. George turns his back to the counter and leans back onto his elbows.

A groan escapes Max's lips as she turns around as well, mirroring George's movements with the cloth still in her hand. "I can't close my eyes without having bad dreams" She finally says as she twists the cloth around in her hands. "You know weed helps perfectly with dreams. You smoke some and boom, no more nightmares" George says, smiling softly at the short girl.

"Is bloody Mary here done snapping at people?" Fred comes in, standing directly in front of the pair. "Bloody Mary? What's the suppose to mean?" Max asks, knowing it's going to be something insulting. "Well you are on your period are you not?" Fred responds, to which George face plants and Max glares.

"First of all, if I was on my period that has absolutely nothing to do with you. Second of all, when a girl is on her period there is this hormone that you boys claim to be 'bitchy attitude' when in reality it's how every stupid male acts so don't you dare say shit about me snapping at you! And for your information, i'm not on my period you ass!" Max snaps again, throwing the cloth right at Fred's chest, which he catches, before exiting the kitchen.

"You really know a way with women don't you mate?" George chuckles before patting him on the back as he walks past him. Fred rolls his eyes as he throws the cloth into the sink then leaves the kitchen as well.

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The wind blows through Max's hair as she lays outside with her headphones on, staring at clouds in the sky as well as trying to figure out what shapes they could shift into.

Suddenly one of her earbuds gets pulled on, making her stop to glare at the culprit before her eyes softened. "I called your name seven times before realizing you couldn't hear me" Harry chuckles as he sits down beside her.