Mangerie
"Angelina, for the love of Merlin, would you please hurry up?" George called.
I loved hearing him whine. But he could wait. After all, it was our wedding night.
"Hold on a sec, hun!" I called. I was in the bathroom of the suite we had rented. "I'm just getting ready! I want everything to be perfect!"
"I know! HURRY!" He called back.
I had to laugh. My husband was by no means patient, but I still wanted this moment to be special. I mean...how many times is your wedding night going to roll around (no pun intended). I quickly snapped the last hook in place on my corset, and looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, I was calm! Well...it's not like George and I hadn't slept together before...heck, we'd being doing it for nearly six years now!
Seductively, I opened the door. However, a sight I should have anticipated (but didn't) met my eyes. Three things happened in a matter of seconds:
1. I gasped
2. I laughed
3. George commented on our matching lingerie.
Yes. My husband was wearing lingerie. As I walked out the door, I saw George lounging on the bed...all decked out in a black corset, matching garters, and lacy panties. Yes, my husband was a goof.
"What are you doing?" I groaned as I slid down the door frame, head in hands, trying to control my laughter.
"Well, I wanted to make tonight memorable!" George grinned.
"How..." I snickered, "did you get the same lingerie I did?"
"I asked Katie...actually, I threatened to hex Katie unless she told me," George mused. "You see, when you threaten to hex someone's ears off they become strangely co-operative!"
"Oh Georgie," I said, getting up. "Didn't you think this night would be memorable anyways?"
"Yes, but I also wanted to give you a little something extra to tell your mates," he said. "Anyway, can you get this stuff off me? It was hard enough getting it on...I can hardly breathe!"
"You know, I have half a mind to just leave you here," I smiled wickedly. "You can get out of those things yourself!" I nicked his wand off the nightstand before he could object.
"Now Angelina, that's hardly fair..." he hesitantly smirked. "I mean, I'd have to..."
"What?" I asked, twirling his wand. "What would you have to do?"
"I'd have to Apparate home."
"And why exactly would you have to Apparate home?" I grinned.
"So that..." he lowered his voice. "Ron could get me out of these things."
Ah...how I loved to see my husband turn red! The tip of his left ear was burning too!* BONUS!
"Or..." I whispered. "You could get your lingerie clad wife to take those things off for you...and you could return the favour."
"Oooh...I'd like that!" George said enthusiastically.
"However, you're going to have to do something for me first," I said, charming over my camera. "Smile!"
George smiled happily at the camera as I snapped a picture.
"Now will you get me out of these things?" He asked.
"Now you know how I felt all those years!" I grinned, kissing him as I charmed his lingerie into more acceptable silk boxers.
"Shall we, Mrs. Weasley?" George waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
*A/N :For those of us who forget until our reviewers mention it, George's right ear was hexed off by a stray curse aimed at a Death Eater in the battle over Little Whinging. That's why only his let ear was burning. Thanks to "So I Set The World On Fire" for pointing out my mistake. Ear we go at attempt #2! (Sorry, couldn't resist!)