"So, there's this whole secret world where people fly around on broomsticks like it's nothing?"
Peach's chin rested atop her coffee table while George's wand lay in front of her face. The curious quizzical look her eyes carried matched her tone of voice perfectly.
"It's not nothing. It takes lots of practice to get really good at it. And we don't always use them to get places. We usually just aparatate or use floo powder," George answered.
"I didn't understand half of what you just said," Peach said in laughing manner.
"What didn't you get?"
"The part where you answered me like what I just said didn't sound completely loony,"
"Peach!"
She jumped up and fell onto the couch beside George, "I'm sorry!" she laughed, "it's still so hard to believe! What would you think if someone told you that there was this whole other world right under your nose?"
George had to smile, "Well, seeing as grew up in one of those…"
"Oh shut up!" Peach cupped his face in her hands before pecking him quickly on the lips. She pulled back and smiled at him before resting her head on his shoulder, "You'll take me there, won't you?" she whispered.
"I'll fly you there everyday," George whispered back.
She laughed a little, "You know, I really should be trying to find some explanation for how I just vividly dreamed flying on a broomstick…"
"You did!" George cut in, "I don't think those pinch marks will ever fade,"
Peach swatted his face playfully, "What I was trying to say was that instead of being completely blown away by what you just showed me, I'm trying to figure out how we're going to make this work," she finished the sentence less playfully than when she had begun it.
George wrapped his arm around her to hold her closer and clasped her hand with his, she snuggled closer to him, "What's to work out?" he asked.
"Well first, we're from totally different worlds. And second, we're actually from different worlds,"
"There are hundreds of muggle-wizard families. If they can do it, we can,"
"I get really caught up in painting sometimes,"
"I get caught up in inventions,"
"I can't cook,"
"We'll just eat out then,"
Peach shot up, "like a date?" she asked wide-eyed.
"What do you know? It is easier to convince you that magic wands exist than getting it through your head that we're a couple," George joked.
Peach laughed and leaned back down to kiss him.
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The following months were more or less bliss for Peach and George. Peach had run giddily up and down Diagon Alley, unable to contain herself. She squealed at simple things like the owls in the pet stores and somehow found it funny that brooms were given names, like Firebolt and Nimbus. She screamed when she opened her first chocolate frog and nearly jumped out of her skin when a portrait tipped its hat to her. But in the joke shop, she became a child in a toy store. She cautiously opened a box of puking pastels before casually popping it in her mouth. She would never again eat George's cooking without having him taste it first.
Her excitement wore down after a month or two, but every now and then something would have her gaping with amazement.
Most days were spent happily together, sometimes they'd sit side by side for hours, hardly aware of the other's presence, Peach devoured in her painting and George concentrating on a new invention. Other times they'd do nothing but talk or watch movies or go flying.
Each day was different. There was no routine or schedule. They just spent time together doing whatever they felt like. If they wanted to laugh with Peach's friends, they did. If they wanted to sleep until mid-day, they did. Yet, while every day differed, every night and morning was the same. The always fell asleep and awoke in eachother's arms. As the sun rose, and the unpredictable events of the day ahead crept closer, they simply held eachother, whispering among caresses.
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"Do you really have to start work today?"
Peach sat cross legged on the bed, the neckline of an old buttoned shirt slipping dangerously off her arm, exposing a freckled shoulder.
"I know, I hate it too, but I promised the family I'd open up this week," George replied hastily while cramming on his shoe, "You could come if you want,"
Peach shook her head, "I have to go to that bloody workshop this afternoon,"
"Right, well, I guess we won't see eachother until tonight then," George was now vigourously buttoning his own shirt.
"I'm still coming over to your place and we're going to attempt cooking?"
"Of coarse. That's going to be just loads of fun!" even when he was busy with his fingers fumbling to finish buttoning his shirt, George could still speak energetically.
"I'm going to miss you like nothing else until then," Peach slid off her bed and walked over to George to wrap her arms around his neck and rest her fore head on his. He kissed her and gently pulled an inch away, "You know those boxers really clash with that shirt,"
Peach's eyes only lit up mischieviously, "You're not getting them back," she laughed before pulling his lips against hers.
For a drawn out moment, George marveled the kiss, "Still, worth a shot," he muttered across her lips.
Peach smiled and deepened the kiss. George greedily followed her example until the face of her wristwatch caught his eye. Pushing her back he grabbed her wrist to better examine the jewellery dangling from it, "Blimey is that the time?!"
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"Sure he saves the world and all that junk, but he's still with two women!"
"He's not with them, he just likes them both"
"Well I think Felicia should have been in the movies instead if Mary Jane. That's much cuter match,"
"You only think that because you're more like Felicia, Tonnie!" laughed Jordy, "You have a crush on Spiderman!"
"I always pictured you with Robin," Jensen teased.
"Oh drop it!" laughed Tonnie, "At least I'm not stuck with Batman, the morning despiser!"
Everyone turned their heads to Tyler and laughed at Tonnie's comeback, while Tyler looked at Joni, horrified, "You told them about that?!" he exclaimed.
"Well, she actually just told Tonnie, but i'm sure she was hoping Ton would spread it around!" Antonio laughed before avoiding a pillow flying towards his head.
"Hey! I spent an hour making those pancakes and you fell asleep at the table!" was Joni's laughing comeback.
Tyler didn't need to find a snappy reply. The moment Joni finished talking, Peach's curtain flew open and George began running down the stairs while buttoning his left shirt sleeve, Peach was right behind him. Neither of them saw the six friends in the living room, watching.
"You really can't stay any longer?" whined Peach.
"I'm sorry, but the sign clearly reads open at 10:30 and it is now 10:40, I can't get out of this one," George was now struggling with his right sleeve. Peach bent her head to button it for him. After she finished, her hands still clasped his hand, "I'll see you tonight," George assured her.
Peach wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist and their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. They pulled away, rest their foreheads on the other, Peach placed her hands on his chest and played winth his top button while he storked her face, "I love you more than I ever knew I could, I wouldn't miss tonight for the world," he whispered into Peach's puppy-dog eyes.
"I love you too," she whispered back.
They kissed softly and quickly again before George pulled away and opened the door, telling her he loved her a second time and pecking her quickly before closing the door behind him. Peach stood there for a few moments, staring at the door, as if bidding it to open to his face again. Placing her fingers to her lips she turned around, that's when she saw them.
Her eyes widened, and her eyes darted to her body, making sure she was wearing clothes. Her hand shot off her mouth, "How long have you been there?" she demanded.
"Oh, just a second ago, however did you get down here?" Antonio joked.
Peach rolled her eyes and plopped onto the couch, "Alright, go on! Let the taunting begin. I'm in love, I'm happy, and you goons aren't going to change that," she stated.
Joni took no time to let Peach's words sink in, "So...slept here did he?" she chimed.
"Yep, and oh was it amazing," Peach said, dreamily staring at the ceiling. Her response followed a few wolf whistles.
"Honestly Peach, it's a shock you haven't gotten pregnant with the way you two are going at it," Tyler punched in.
Peach stared into space for a few minutes before saying, "I don't really think that would be too bad," she said it as if she said it every day. However, the group didn't react that way, jerking forward with wide eyes. Questions were shouted from gaping mouths all at once. Peach just sat and waited for them to calm down, "It's not like I'm hoping it will happen," she explained, "I just wouldn't call it a mistake if it did,"
"So you're that nuts about him," asked Joni.
Peach smiled, "Yeah, I've never felt this way before, I just don't want to do anything but be with him, you know? He makes me feel like anything's possible,"
"Even flying?" Tyler joked.
Peach only smiled wider, "We already did,"