-1Disclaimer - The only things I own are the plot, and Chloe. Don't bother trying to sue me, it'll be a waste of your time. I'm awfully poor!
A/N - I put Chloe into another of my stories as George's girlfriend, and touched briefly on how they got together as part of a conversation with Hermione and Ginny. I thought it would be fun to explore it, and make up my own little love story for George, as he's never really given a love interest. R&R people, you know the drill!
Prologue
Chloe Thomas woke up in Percy Weasley's old bedroom in the Burrow, before the sun had really risen. She dressed quickly, and made her way downstairs as quietly as possible.
"Mrs. Weasley! You didn't have to get up." she said softly, and the older woman turned around.
"Oh Chloe, I couldn't let you go off to training without a decent breakfast. I'm always up at around this time anyway." Chloe smiled to herself.
"It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?" she said. Mrs. Weasley smiled broadly, and replied,
"Yes, it was. Fleur did look lovely, didn't she? And of course Bill looked so handsome. It seems like it was a long time ago already though, and it was only yesterday." Chloe nodded.
"Fleur did look gorgeous, but then I suppose it would be hard for her not to!" Mrs. Weasley laughed softly.
"I suppose you're right dear. Eggs?" Chloe nodded, and Mrs. Weasley set a plate in front of her piled high with bacon, eggs, sausages and toast.
"Oh Mrs. Weasley, you spoil me!"
Barely half an hour later, Chloe made her way down to the outside apparition spot, levitating her trunk before her. As she reached the spot, she turned to thank Mrs. Weasley for her hospitality, but before she could say a word the older woman pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
"Oh Chloe dear, do be careful won't you? It's so dangerous now, with You Know Who and all the Death Eaters about… You must write and let us know how you're getting on!" Chloe promised to write, promised to visit, and promised to be careful. At seven on the dot, Mrs. Weasley stood back, and Chloe waved one final time before disappearing. Mrs. Weasley walked back to her house, thinking about Chloe leaving to begin her auror training. Mrs. Weasley had been a friend of Chloe's mothers in Hogwarts, and had the known the girl from birth. It was almost like sending one of her own off to work. A solitary tear made its way down her cheek as she entered the kitchen and set to work preparing breakfast for her family.
"It really is such a dangerous job for a girl," she thought to herself. She was distracted by the pounding of footsteps down the stairs, and prepared herself to scold whoever was making such a noise so early in the morning.
"Mum!" George cried, looking wildly around the kitchen, "Mum! Where's Chloe?" Mrs. Weasley sighed softly.
"She's already gone George, she had to leave at seven. She told you she had an early start." Comprehension dawned on her son's face.
"But she never said goodbye. Mum, she didn't say goodbye!"
Chloe arrived at the auror training facility right on time, and was greeted by a tall, muscular male auror.
"Chloe Thomas?" he asked. She nodded. "Good. I'm Benjamin Bones. Follow me, and I'll show you your room."
With a flick of his wand, he levitated Chloe's trunk and directed it in front of them as they walked.
"So," he began, "How did you find the prelims?" He meant the year of preliminary theoretical training all aurors took part in before starting their practical training. Chloe shrugged.
"It was ok. I couldn't wait to get started on the practical though! I've been looking forward to this since I found out I was accepted." Ben smiled and gestured to a door.
"This is your room, everyone along this corridor are at the same level as you, just starting their training. Your training starts at ten, in the atrium. Just go back to where you arrived, and someone'll be there to take you. Probably me." he added ruefully. Chloe nodded, and thanked him before he left. Apprehensively, she pushed open the door marked THOMAS, and gasped when she saw what was inside. The room was bright and airy, with white walls and polished wooden floor. The bedclothes and curtains were white, and there was a beech desk and bookcase along one wall. It was much better than she'd expected. She checked her watch. Quarter past seven. She had almost three hours to kill before she had to go back for her training. She laid down on the bed, planning to get a little sleep. However, she couldn't help but remember the previous night…
The night was drawing to a close, and the band was playing more and more slow, romantic tunes. George walked over to Chloe and held out a hand, wordlessly asking for a dance. She took his hand, and he led her to the dance floor. They both knew what she was doing the next day, and how dangerous it was. Especially since You Know Who was back, and gaining strength.
My love throws me like a rubber ball
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
She won't catch me or break my fall
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this I'm a rain cloud
You know she likes a dry kind of love
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
"I love this song," Chloe whispered softly, "It's one of my dad's favourites. Aw, look at him and mum having a dance." George looked over, and sure enough Chloe's parents were dancing, the practised dance of long time lovers.
"You wanna go for a walk?" he asked. She nodded, and took the hand he offered. They walked out of the magical marquee that had been erected behind the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding, and down to the lake at the far end of the field.
"You scared?" he asked, breaking the silence. "About your training, I mean."
"Na, not really. It's all I've ever wanted to do." They sat in silence under a tree on the bank, and Chloe rested her head on George's shoulder.
"I'm gonna miss you though Weasley." George sighed.
"I'm gonna miss you too. It'll be weird not having you pop into the shop on your lunch breaks, and you'll miss Fridays in the Cauldron, and…" he was silenced by the look she gave him. Without thinking, he leant down and pressed his lips against hers.
I'm losing you
I'm losing you yeah
Ain't love the sweetest thing
He pulled away slightly, but before he could break contact entirely Chloe had slipped an arm around his neck, and pulled him close to her again. Within a few minutes he was lying on top of her, his hands exploring every inch of her body, while hers were enmeshed in his hair. He nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle involuntarily. His hands gradually found their way inside her clothes, and he kneaded her breasts gently. She moaned into his mouth, and the mood immediately changed from tender and sweet, into something more passionate and primal. They pulled each others clothes off, and when he had removed Chloe's clothes George paused to look at her, lying splendid in her nakedness. He whispered one word:
"Beautiful."
I wanted to run but she made me crawl
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Eternal fire, she turned me to straw
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
You know I got black eyes
But they burn so brightly for her
This is a blind kind of love
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
George captured her lips once more, and their hands continued their explorations of the others body. He lowered his head to her breast, and taking a nipple in his mouth, began to suck and nibble it gently, causing Chloe to groan in the back of her throat. He repeated his actions on her other breast, and lifting his head and seeing the look on Chloe's face, grinned wickedly.
"Feeling pleased with ourselves are we?" she murmured, before kissing her way down his neck, his chest, his stomach. She took him in her mouth, and he groaned in ecstasy. She began to lick and suck him, swirling her tongue around his tip, eliciting another appreciative groan from him. Before the sensation became too much for him, he gently lifted her head so it was level with his.
"Beat that." she whispered seductively, a challenge George willingly took. He moved down her body, punctuating his movements with soft kisses in a random pattern, so she never knew where his mouth was. Reaching his destination, he positioned his mouth, and she could feel his hot breath on her most sensitive part. She held her own breath in anticipation, and let out a low moan when his soft, warm mouth connected with her, his tongue probing. He combined it with his fingers, and she gradually felt the pleasure building.
I'm losing you
Oh, oh I'm losing you
Ain't love the sweetest thing
George felt her muscles tightening, and knew she was close to the edge. He continued with what he was doing until he felt her body relax, and her breathing slow. He moved back up her body until his face was level with hers, and she lifted her head to place a soft kiss on his lips. The kiss grew more passionate, and George positioned himself at her entrance. She broke the kiss to quickly mutter a Contraceptive Charm, and he entered her. She uttered a cry of pain, and he lay still until the pain subsided, looking deep into her brown eyes with his blue ones.
Blue eyed boy meets a brown eyed girl
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
You can sew it up but you still see the tear
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this I'm a rain cloud
Ours is a stormy kind of love
He gradually started moving again, slowly at first but getting faster and faster. He felt her body move in rhythm with his, and they lost themselves in the new sensation. Her breath speeded up, and she wrapped her legs around his slim hips, the difference in position making it feel completely different for both of them. His breathing became ragged as he felt, for the second time in a short while, her muscles tighten around him. Knowing she was close to her release, he held himself back until he nails dug into his back, and her body slacken underneath him.
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and no longer needing to stop himself, he came inside her. Without pulling away, he rested himself gently on her, as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, keeping him close.
Oh, oh the sweetest thing
They laid like that for a while, until they heard the sound of people beginning to leave the wedding reception, when they hastily redressed. Hand in hand, they walked up to the Burrow, where Chloe left George, after placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Chloe awoke from her reverie to the sound of many people passing her door. Checking the time she realised she had ten minutes before her training began, and hastily checking her reflection in the mirror above her desk she bounded out of the door.
Back at the Burrow, George had retreated into the bedroom he shared with his twin, and refused to come out. He didn't eat, and refused to talk to anyone who entered the room, and simply lay staring at a picture that had been taken of him and Chloe the summer before at the Burrow. George had been chasing Chloe around the back garden, and the picture showed the moment he'd caught her and slung her over his shoulder. The pair in the picture looked so very happy.
"George, mate? Mum wants to know if you want some food." Fred asked, poking his head around the door. "George?" he asked again when he had no response. "I know she didn't say goodbye, but she didn't say goodbye to anyone. Mum said it looked like she was trying to avoid the whole goodbye thing. Oh George come on, I know you fancy her but she was my best friend too!" said Fred, losing his temper slightly.
"It wasn't just that," George sighed. "And I don't fancy her, I'm completely in love with her. I only realised last night."
"Oh mate." Fred responded sympathetically.
"It's not just that Fred. Last night I… I mean we…" Fred's eyes grew wide as he realised what George was trying to say.
"Oh. Oh George! I'm sorry. Well, maybe she left without saying anything 'cause it would have been too hard to say goodbye after that." George snorted.
"Or maybe she just didn't say goodbye cause she doesn't care."
"Why would she sleep with you if she didn't care?"
"Maybe she just didn't want to risk dying a virgin."
"Merlin George, do you really think she'd do that? You know Chloe as well as I do, and I know there's no way on this earth Clo'd do that to anyone, especially you." George merely snorted again, and rolled over so his back was facing his brother.