Chapter Eight: Blissfully In Love

~Bliss~

I woke up the morning after Natalie came home laying with my head on George's chest. His heartbeat was thumping along steadily.

''Morning, love.'' He whispered.

''Good morning, sweetheart.'' I breathed back, snuggling my face into his chest more.

''Mmm… did you sleep well?'' He asked softly.

''Wonderfully well. Fred and Natalie must have went to take the first shift. How thoughtful.'' I smiled, moving my body to straddle my boyfriend's hips. He beamed as I leaned over to press my mouth against his in a heated kiss. My hands played with the front of his tank top while his went straight for my sides. Now we were kissing with a passion, our tongues in a battle for dominance, my hips pressing as hard against his as I could make them, and finally, I broke away for some air.

''Bliss, you make it bloody hard to stay a virgin.'' He gasped. I winked and rocked my hips against his before capturing his lips again. He moaned into my mouth and I grabbed the bottom of his tank top, hoping to pull it up. George released my lips and forced me back a little.

''You're wicked.'' I glared.

''I told you. We can't.''

''That's the one thing I didn't want to hear.'' I sighed, collapsing on his chest.

''Sorry, love. It's not the moment.'' We said the last two words in perfect unison.

''I know.'' I sighed deeply, feeling his hands on my back grip me tightly to him.

''I love you, Bliss.'' George said suddenly. It always made me smile when he said that, because we didn't say that we loved each other often.

''I love you too, my George. Come on, we should get changed and help the others.'' After going into the bathroom and changing at lightning speed, I headed out to see George had already gone. Sucking in a deep breath, I went downstairs. The shop was busy as ever, and everyone was helping someone. Natalie was over by the WonderWitch products and George and Fred were explaining how the Defense Against the Arts stuff worked to-Harry Potter?

''Harry, mate, you remember Bliss?'' George grinned looking up at me. I smiled shyly and joined them.

''Hi.'' I held out my hand.

''Long time no see.'' He shook my hand. I also gave Ron and Hermione hugs since it had been so long since I saw them.

''You really should look into changing that sign. The whole lot of you will be murdered in your beds-'' I heard Mrs. Weasley rant after hugging her two sons warmly.

''Mum, you remember Bliss, right?'' George cut her off, looking over at me. My hair turned dark pink in my feeling of shyness, and I smiled sheepishly at her.

''Of course! My dear, how are you? Tonks misses you terribly, you should send her an owl. You work for them?'' She noticed the uniform I wore.

''Yes. I sort of live here.'' I could feel my hair turning almost white from embarrassment, something I'm sure you've realized I am quite often. Her eyes darkened.

''And when were you planning on telling me this?'' She glanced at her son. George's ears turned red to match my cheeks.

''Mum, she has her own bed, completely separate, and we've been together two years. You had to know it was going to happen someday.''

''You're not married, are you?'' At first, I couldn't believe my treacherous abilities gave away the feeling that I was deeply hurt by this (my hair went to a deep shade of blue and my eyes became dark blue as well) and then there was silence. All she did was look between her son and me for a few minutes.

''Mum…''

''Because you know we would have to plan it around Bill and Fleur's, of course we could have it before… I know you said it wouldn't want a huge wedding… maybe we would have time…''

''Mum!'' George turned red again. My hair had become its happy state of flat, short and blonde. For a moment, I sincerely believed that Mrs. Weasley didn't want me marrying her son.

Fred and George went off to give Harry a tour of the shop, while Mrs. Weasley talked to Natalie and I.

''Sweetheart, you're so thin.'' She complained, looking at Natalie's stomach.

''I'm fine, Mum-I mean, Mrs. Weasley…''

''Natalie, dear, you can still call me Mum. You don't have to call me anything else for the rest of your life.'' She smiled, hugging her tightly, tears clinging to her lashes. I could tell Natalie really appreciated her words, and it was a very touching (and awkward) moment in the history of the shop.

''So, how have things been here, girls?''

''Did the boys tell you about Nicolette?'' Natalie frowned.

''Who is that?''

''My twin sister. She worked in a shop right down the lane there. It's closed off now.''

''What do you mean, 'worked'?''

''Someone attacked her shop, and Nicolette went to stay with Neville Longbottom until she can find a more suitable place to live.''

''And you're sure she's your twin?''

''Dumbledore confirmed it.''

''I see. Well, let's hope she's been keeping safe then.''

''Yes, and she won't be running that shop again. Not after those Death Eaters tried to kill Natalie-''

''What?'' Mrs. Weasley looked on the verge of either a mental breakdown involving tears, or involving a lot of hitting. It was hard to tell between the two with her.

''It's nothing. I went back to the shop to see what was going on because the door was open and I heard them coming so I hid. Then, they were going to go after the boys and Bliss here and I- I couldn't let them… so I got injured when I tried to stun them, but I wiped their memories and I sent out my Patronus for help. The twins found me and they took me to St. Mungo's. Don't worry, I'm fine.''

''Are you absolutely sure? Because if you're not-''

''I have Bliss and the twins to take care of me. I'll be fine.''

''If you're sure.'' She sighed, biting her lip.

Later in the afternoon, all of the Weasley children left, and I got a goodbye hug from almost everyone, including Ginny (happily sporting her new pygmy puff Arnold) Ron, and even Mrs. Weasley herself gave me a quick hug.

That night, I lay awake in bed with George curled under the sheets, my body facing him.

''I thought she was so angry at me for staying here.'' I breathed. George reached out a hand to rest on my side.

''She loves you. Did you see the way her eyes lit up when she was talking about planning the wedding? She adores you, Bliss. Not unlike myself. Can't say I blame her. There really is something about you…'' He grinned softly.

''You really think so?''

''I always have, love.''

''Would… would you want to get married? Is that something you would want?''

''Bliss, that's all I've been thinking about. Quit asking me questions, or you're going to get a lovely surprise ruined.''

''Are you planning an engagement? Bloody hell George, please tell me you are.'' I whined, pressing close against him.

''Goodnight, Bliss.''

''Answer me, George Weasley!'' I said through gritted teeth, loud enough to annoy him but not to wake Natalie and Fred.

I waited all night for a reply, but he didn't say a word. I loathed him for being able to fall asleep so fast, and so, I finally gave in to the waves of sleep crashing against me and I let myself be pulled under.