Welcome back my dear readers, here is another (hopefully) action packed installment of Ivy, George, Fred and Ruby just for you. Enjoy :D x
Chapter 1
I was staring out of the window of the plane, the runway thundering away below us and then that sinking feeling that you get as you take off. On top of that, the feeling was emphasised by the fact that we were going home. Our honeymoon was over and we had to return to Hogwarts to collect our results. No more midnight strolls along the beach with the moonlight playing across George's pale skin, no more long lie in listening to his breathing and a distinct lack of time alone together. School is useless for married couples.
Out of he window the sun was slipping below the horizon, the sky tinted pink like geraniums, and beautiful. I turned to my husband who was a distinct shade of green, "you okay honey?" I enquired,
"why did you insist on flying like muggles do, we can do magic for a reason , hello apparition" he said slowly, through gritted teeth
"because we get to spend more time together, and besides unless you want to use the Floo network from hell and spend 10 hours suspended between fireplaces like we had to do on the way, then this is the only way" I said, sliding my fingers into his clenched fists which softened his hard look. I squeezed his hand reassuringly,
"but planes are invented by muggles, I don't trust them, there aren't any charms to protect us"
"keep you voice down" I whispered, "we're surrounded by muggles and they are trying to work out what muggles and charms are. Your hardly talking quietly"
"I'm sorry" he theatrically whispered before leaning down to kiss me, the inhibitions of flying slowly falling away as he started to relax. He tried to slip his hand around my waste but the seat belt wouldn't let him move any closer and there was an arm rest in the way so he decided to pout. "don't do that Georgie" I whispered, "your too damn irresistible when you do that. Here is not a good place",
"ohh I know, but your pretty sexy when your slightly worried or stressed, you have that look on your face…" he chuckled,
"Public place" I warned him sternly which caused him to pout again. "Georgiee" I groaned as the seat belt sign pinged off and he nearly jumped out of his seat, much to the amusement of the little girl sitting across the aisle. I unclipped my seat belt and stood up to stretch, I wasn't the greatest fan of this form or flying, too cramped for my liking – give me a broom any day. Plus brooms are carbon neutral, we should give muggles enchanted brooms and the world's pollution problems would be solved. But then we wouldn't be a secret so bang goes that theory. I slid past George to check our bags in the over head lockers, my broom was in my bag – it could still break even in it's tiny state and there was no way that was going to happen, we still had to play Slytherin to win the cup. Whilst I was up I grabbed my magazine, notebook and pen.
I turned to sit back down again and George was wrestling with the buckle of his seat belt, I laughed "let me help you, you idiot"
"well at least I'm your idiot" he smiled as I unclipped his belt,
"I wouldn't have it any other way" I said leaning down to kiss him, wow that was a first I think! As I did so I bumped the chair in front and a sullen looking lady with a tight grey bun glared back at us "I'm so sorry" I apologised, as I sat down
"well at least you know how to apologise that's more than can be said for some" she snapped before adding, "did I hear you mention charms" in a softer, kinder tone. The colour drained from both of our faces. She laughed at this, "don't think I don't know one of Arthur's boys when I see one, You're a Weasley through and through"
"Who are you , and how do you know my dad?" George gulped,
"Ohh I'm sorry love, I work with your father in The Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects, I've just been on an errand for work I'm Emelda Lunstrom " she smiled "and you must also be Fred or George – I saw the picture in the Daily Prophet, your definitely a twin"
"I'm George" he stammered,
"Ahh that means you must be the lovely Ivy"
"hi" I said, my eyes bulging
"don't pull that face dear, it's so unbecoming with your facial structure, Arthur couldn't talk about the wedding enough, he's so proud of you George, that you found someone like Ivy here, who I'm told does wonders in bringing out the slightly more serious young man in you"
"she's definitely good for me that's for sure, one of a kind" he smiled grinning proudly, gazing at me. "my soul mate my other half" he added loud enough for just me to hear. He was still holding my hand which he squeezed as I blushed, trying to hide behind my hair, "I mean it" he whispered into my ear as he tucked my hair behind it, "I love you so much"
"I love you too" I told him stroking his cheek with my free hand before kissing him lightly, out of the corner of my eye I could still see Emelda watching us, that was weird. I pushed up the arm rest between us and snuggled against George's side, tucking my legs up, scribbling in my notebook 'George why would someone from your dads department travel to another country when they have their own Ministry?'
'Uhhh I'm not sure, advising them maybe' he scrawled back in his messy writing,
'Something feels wrong though, it's not right, why would she be flying, if she was with the Ministry she'd use their private direct Floo Network that links all of the Ministry's. I looked up at him a worried expression on my face, he took the pen slowly out of my hands and wrote 'I trust you with my life'. I put my handover his and looked up at him again forcing a smile. Before whispering "I trust you more than you know" I then kissed him who cared that we were in a public place anymore,
"not with your life" he then teased,
"being immortal has it's advantages" I genuinely smiled, I lent up to kiss him again but I saw that Emelda had turned around and was looking at us, had she heard me mention being immortal? "I meant to ask you, as your George, how's Fred and his wife, what's her name…Oh Ruby" on the words Ruby her eyes lit up and she smiled. I tried to keep my cool, I squeezed Georges hand as if to tell him don't do anything stupid. "They're fine thank you, a few ups and down but everything's back on track now" George said carefully.
"Good for them, I'm glad to hear it, can't have young love broken so soon now can we" she said with a slight undertone that I couldn't pick out,
"of course not" I added with my sickly sweet teachers pet smile, gripping Georges hand tightly, "anyway best get back to my book, you'll say hello to your father for me, I won't be at work for another week or so, I'm finally taking some holiday" she said before turning around.
I picked up my pen once again, 'I really, really don't trust her. She gives me the creeps.'
'Tell me about it, it's just the way she looks at you' he shuddered,
'I love how you notice that she's looking at me funny'
"I'm your husband, it's my job" he said out loud smiling at me cupping my face in his hands, "I suppose it is" I said before writing 'can't have anyone else staring at your gorgeously immortal wife'
"no we can't" I whispered before kissing me. The seat belt then pinged back on and George jumped out of his seat once again as the plane started to shake around a bit, the Pilot apologised for the turbulence and George just went green. "it's ok, honey, nothing to be afraid of" I reassured him,
"are you sure about that"
"well if anything is wrong just make sure I break your fall I won't die"
"that's hardly reassuring Ives"
"I know but seriously don't be worried"
"I'll try not to, at least I've got you here"
"good thing hey" I smiled kindly at him, as I tried to nestle into his side.
"stupid muggle technology" he muttered to no one in particular,
"don't let your dad hear that" I joked, "you'd never hear the end of it unless you really want to know the whole story behind The Wright brothers and the first flight"
"the what brothers? "
"don't you worry that little head of yours"
"man how do you know all of this stuff, your like a walking talking dictionary"
"I read books my dear, you should try it sometimes, and the good immortal memory helps" I whispered so dear old Emelda in front wouldn't hear about my imortalness.
"I was wondering why we had a library" he joked smiling again, his fear forgotten for a few minutes,
"slight clue there" I teased back, a grin plastered across my face. I loved being like this with him, it gave me a chance for him to rub of on me, let my less serious side out for a while. He was good for me as well.
The rest of the flight passed without incident, George fell into a restless and I flicked through my trashy magazine full of famous muggles that I'd never heard of. I mean what was the big deal with some annoying looking kid named Justin Bieber? He looked about 7 years old and I bet had a voice like a chipmunk yet his concert sold out in minutes? Muggles were a strange bunch. Anyway I eventually fell asleep against Georges side and before I knew it there was a large bump as we landed, back in Exeter International Airport, George woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his seat. "whaaa. What was that" he said gripping the arm rests,
"hey calm down, we just landed, your ordeal is nearly over"
"at last" he smiled with a sigh of relief
"and then we can go home"
"yes, yes we can" he added before kissing me. The seat belt sign soon turned off and we grabbed our bags from the lockers and ambled off the plane, George's legs shaking a little. He eventually made it down the steps, "land, solid land. How I've missed you"
"you really do hate flying don't you!"
"yes. Don't ever, ever make me do that again" he said, but he couldn't help but smile as he looked at me. "ok, I promise"
"good" he smiled as we went through Passport Control and baggage reclaim. As we walked out into the Arrivals hall two very familiar and eager faces greeted us. "IVY" Ruby screamed as she jumped up and down waving her hands frantically in the air. Despite everything that I mentioned earlier, it was good to be home.
