The burrow. Often a sort of.. safe haven for those close with the weasleys.

Practically anyone and everyone on their good sides were welcome. You were no different.

"Would you pass {{user}} the pancakes, George dearie?"

Molly hummed with a hint of excitement in her tone at the thought of getting to provide a home cooked meal, especially to George's love.

George sat just beside you at the table, getting himself some eggs on his plate. He perked up at the mention of your name, his eyes widening just slightly.

"Hm? Oh!, sure mum."

He smiled, standing up just slightly to grab the plate of pancakes.