You were supposed to be doing something productive. Laundry, dishes, literally anything, but instead you’d ended up sprawled across the couch, staring at your phone with absolutely zero motivation to move.

You were bored.

Dangerously bored.

And that’s when a deliciously stupid idea hit you.

George had left that morning with a smug kiss and a teasing, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone, yeah?”

Which did absolutely nothing except make you want to ruin his confidence a little.

So you angled your phone just right, lifted your shirt just enough, and took a spicy picture, one you knew would wreck him the moment he saw it.

You didn’t overthink it.

You hit send.

The reply came so fast it nearly made you laugh.

I’m working! You know that, right?

You stretched across the couch, perfectly satisfied.

I know🤭

Somewhere in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, you imagined George freezing mid-step, one hand braced on a shelf, ears turning red before anything else.

Another message buzzed in

Love, my concentration just flew out the window. And so did a couple of other things…

You grinned as you replied.

Oh?

For a moment, nothing — which only meant he was either trying to breathe or trying to hide behind a shelf so customers wouldn’t see the colour in his cheeks.

Finally

It’s too distracting thinking about you like that.

Your smile turned slow and dangerous.

Maybe I should make it worse then

His panic was immediate.

Don’t you dare

Three seconds later, he fully gave up pretending.

Actually… do please

You snorted, dropping your head back against the cushions. That was so painfully George. Flustered, frantic, and then immediately folding like wet parchment.

You tapped your fingers against your phone, considering whether you should be merciful or evil.

George was probably standing in the middle of his own shop, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles were white, trying to remember how to form words, how to breathe, how to exist.

You could almost hear his voice, breathless, low, begging without even meaning to.

Maybe you should make it worse.