Note, there is mention of Sarah's heritage in this, and use of the term "ginger" to refer to individuals with red hair and freckles.

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Sunlight poured through the windows. I rubbed my eyes and took in my surroundings. To start, I was in George's bed. His deep blue sheets were wrapped around my body, his matching comforter half on the bed, half on the floor. I realized I was quite naked. We'd carried on in his bedroom well after our session on the sofa. I blinked a few times. Fred's bed sat across the room still made up. Oh good, he truly had left us to ourselves. I glanced down at my left hand. The ring was still there. It hadn't been a dream. Things were quiet, save for George's soft and even breathing. He lied on his side, his arms around my waist. I rolled over and faced him.

"I love you, George." I whispered.

George stirred slightly and muttered, "Mm…love you too…Sarah."

"You're just really cute when you're sleeping."

"Not sleeping…just give me a minute."

I ran my fingers through George's hair and waited for him to open his eyes. When he did a few moments later, there was a wide grin on his face.

"Hi."

"Hello there."

George lowered his lips onto mine. I returned the kiss as I rolled onto my back and he got on top of me.

"Sarah, you did tell your mum that we're engaged, didn't you?"

I froze. My mum had to work late last night, so she couldn't pick me up from the station or go to the party. I meant to send an owl telling her the good news, but the party at the Weasley's was so much fun that I forgot. I brought my hand to my forehead and groaned. Mum was going to flip.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then." George kissed my forehead. "Well, love, do you want to send an owl or do you want to go see her?"

"Do you still have that phone lying about somewhere?" I questioned.

Even though phones weren't a very common source of communication in the Wizarding world, Fred and George had one in their shop. They occasionally used it for the occasional long distance order, but mainly kept it around for me to use whenever I spent the night. I used it to talk to my mum or receive calls from grandparents on my mum's side. Grampee is a Muggle and, while he embraced the Wizarding World, our communication methods were hard for him to get used to over the years.

"You want to give her a ring?" asked George.

I nodded and watched as he got out of bed. I sat up, covering myself with his sheets. Seeing his naked arse sent a rush to blood to my cheeks.

"Here you go," he handed the wireless phone to me. "Hang on, were you checking me out?"

"Maybe." I took the phone and dialed mum's number. I placed the phone to my ear. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Well," George sat behind me and ran his fingers up my sides, "to start I'd-"

There was an eager knocking on the door. "Oi! You two not still shagging in there, are you?"

We exchanged looks. I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my laughter.

"What's it to you?" asked George.

"I'm about to open the shop, so keep your moaning to a minimum."

"Sarah! Hello, Sarah?" My mum's voice filled my right ear, "Is that you, sweetie?"

I had almost forgotten that I was on the phone. "Oh! Morning, mum! How are you?"

"Sarah!" said mum. "I'm great, love. Me boss gave me a couple days off! He reckons I've been overworked. How are you? How was graduation?"

"Fine, I-"

"George!" Fred's voice came from behind the door, "Are you two naked in there? I need to grab something."

George groaned, "Fred, we shagged last night, what do you think? Now leave us alone. I'll be out in a bit."

I put my hand on the receiver, "Hey! Will you two shush? I'm talking to mum!"

"Whose mum?" asked Fred. "Your mum or ours?"

"Does it matter? They're both my mums now! Now, go away!" I removed my hand. "Sorry about that, what were you s-"

"What did you mean by that, Sarah Jane?" Mum's tone shifted. "What do you mean you have two mums now?"

I looked down at the ring on my finger and sighed. "Don't flip out all right? Yesterday, the boys met me at Kings Cross. Erm...George pulled me aside and—"

"He proposed, didn't he?"

"Yes. Yes, he did. You're not upset are you?"

I don't believe she heard anything after the word yes. She was squealing like a first year. I held the phone away from my ear. The last time I'd heard her scream this way was the summer Dad returned after Harry freed him.

George lifted his eyebrows. "Is she upset?"

"Upset?" I scoffed. "She's elated."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"You weren't worried, were you?"

"Just a bit, yeah."

I brought the phone back to my ear. "Mum? Mum! Oh, for the love of—I'll owl for visit you later. Alright?"

I ended the call and handed George the phone.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Did I hear your mum say something about marrying a ginger?"

"You might have."

"Do I want to know?"

"Right," I sighed. "Well, I think it's something you might need to know. It will definitely come up in conversation when you meet my grandparents."

"Uh-oh."

I took a deep breath and began to explain my family's fixation with hair color traits. "My grandmother is Irish and my grandfather is Scottish. Both happen to have red hair and freckles. My mum, as you know, does not, and that's 'cause dark features skip generations on my grandfather's side. My grandparents wanted my mum to have red hair, but once their hopes were dashed, they set their sights on a ginger grandchild."

George glanced at my haphazard hair. "I take it they were disappointed with how you came out."

"Just a bit. But there was nothing they could do, honestly. I mean, the House of Black has a bit of a history with dark hair with a few exceptions. Once they realized my mum and Sirius were…well…serious, they backed off. Set to ensuring I would marry someone with red hair, instead. They definitely kept up hope that I'd somehow have fiery locks well after I was born in my dad's likeness. As for now, my grandfather has pretty much let the whole thing rest. He says he's too old to be arsed with it all. Gran hasn't really dropped it, despite the fact that Mum and I have tried to explain that even if I were to marry someone with red hair, our child likely wouldn't share the trait. I guess if you and I have kids someday, we'll find out if Gran is right.

"So you see," I finished, "while one half of my family cares quite a bit about magical blood status, the other is just striving for a continuation of red hair."

"Blimey, that's...wow." George blinked. "I guess I'll have to prepare myself for when I meet them."

"Definitely. George?"

"Hm?"

"This hasn't changed your mind at all, has it?"

He kissed my forehead. "Not in the slightest."