Ever since you and George had started to date, the ginger insisted on you tagging along with his and Fred's scandals and adventures. Even if you didn't exactly fancy it at times.

"We've gone this way plenty of times, {{user}}! No need to worry bout' us getting caught.*

George offered a reassuring smile as he held you by the hip, his free hand holding his wand up as he cast his Lumos spell.

"At least you get to miss out on divination."

He murmured, leaning down to peck your forehead before maneuvering further down the tunnel. Fred was waiting at the other side, impatience clear.

"Alright, lovebirds. Don't start snogging."

Fred rolled his eyes with a wide grin, raising a teasing brow. He had a hand on a small ladder leading up to the trapdoor of the cellar.