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Chapter 14

Hermione and George spent the half of the next day in bed, just cuddling and talking. The two of them were in their own world, wrapped in each others happiness.

Hermione was happy. She was in love. Her life was finally on track. She couldn't have been more grateful.

"George?" She asked, and he hmmmed in reply. She chewed on the inside of her mouth, before asking the question. "Could you tell me a story about you and Fred?"

George tensed beside her, and she worried that she went too far. He then wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. She could feel the wetness, and she knew he was crying.

She leant down and kissed him. "George, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset, I-

"No, it's all right." He choked out. "I'm going to have to talk about him at some point."

He pressed a kiss to her soft lips, sighing. Quietly, he began to think of a memory to tell her. He chuckled when he thought of one.

"Well, one year for Christmas, when we were younger, Fred got this toy broomstick from Mum and Dad. It was his favorite thing in the whole world. He used to zoom around the house on it, causing all sorts of chaos." He chuckled.

"Sometimes, he used to let me take a turn on it." He closed his eyes and smile. "The first time I had ever been on a broom. I'll never forget the happiness I felt, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. It's like your floating, and you just forget everything else in the world."

He smiled. "Well, one time, Ron wanted to use it. He was four at the time. He kept crying about going for a ride, but Mum kept telling him no. Besides, Fred didn't want to share it anyways. Well Ron, being the little prat he was, decided he would take it for a ride anyways. He was on it for about three seconds before he crashed, breaking the broomstick in half. Mum was furious, but she didn't have anything on Fred's anger. Oh, he was so mad."

Hermione smiled softly about that. She could imagine them as small kids. She thought the Burrow was loud now; she couldn't even imagine what it was like back then.

"Well, Fred was so angry, he stole Bill's wand, and somehow managed to transfigure Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider." He burst out laughing. "Oh my god, Ron never messed with Fred again. Mum was so angry, but she was always angry and me and Fred. Oh, we used to cause so much chaos." He smiled.

Hermione chuckled. "So that's why Ron was always so afraid of spiders. I had always wondered where the fear came from. I can just imagine it."

The two of them began laughing. "Ron was such a baby when he was younger. He was so easy to mess with."

"I can imagine. He was such a baby when he was older too. I mean, he was always so mad when things didn't go his way." Hermione smiled sadly.

"One time, we gave him an acid pop, burning a hole through his tongue. Another time, we turned his hair green, and he freaked out."

Hermione lightly punched George. "No wonder! You two were mean to him!"

George held his hands up in mock surrender. "Oh no, it was all Fred!"

Hermione laughed, "Sure sure." She smiled at George, before launching herself at him, tickling him.

"Ahhh! Get off woman!" He cried out through the laughter.

"Mmmmmmmm, I don't think so." She smiled wickedly, ticking him even more.

George shrieked in laughter, before grabbing Hermione's arms. He rolled them, so he was now on top. He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "George Weasely, don't you dare think about tickling me. I swear I'll-"

He cut her off with a kiss.

George pulled back, his cheeks red. "I love you," he breathed, before capturing his lips once more. His kisses grew more heating, sending a tingling sensation down Hermione's spine. He gently kissed her neck, causing her to gasp. Her toes curled at the sensation. His kisses moved lower.

He glanced up at Hermione, who nodded her head in consent, smiling. George returned to her neck, nuzzling her with his nose. She giggled. "That's a beautiful sound," he commented, nuzzling her once more.

"I love you George."

He hummed in response, brushing the strap of her tank top down, revealing her bare shoulder. He pressed a kiss there, causing her to shudder. He kissed again, this time his tongue darted out, touching the cool skin. Hermione shuddered beneath him.

He kissed lower, moving towards the top of her breasts. Hermione moaned, encouraging him. He was about to move lower when he heard a knock on his door. Groaning, he pulled back.

Hermione's face was bright pink. Smirking, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Love you woman."

She smiled. Grabbing a sweater, she followed George into the living room. He opened the door, and a flustered Molly Weasley came in.

"Oh, have the two of you seen Ginny? She was supposed to stop over for dinner, but didn't show. Oh, that girl." She huffed.

"Ummmm, nope, just me and Hermione here Mum." George offered, shrugging his shoulders.

Molly turned and saw Hermione. "Oh, Hermione dear, are you all right? You look a bit flustered."

Hermione blushed even more. "Oh, no, I'm fine," she squeaked.

"Is George feeding you enough? You two should really stop over for dinner some time during the week. Charlie might be coming back for a visit soon." She suggested, a warm smile on her face.

"Oh, sure, me and George will come." She said, smiling. She glanced at George who was glaring at her. She chuckled.

"Well, I'll be leaving then. If you do see Ginny though, can you please tell her I missed her! That girl, disappearing for days at a time." She tutted, before shooting them both a smile. She then disappeared through the Floo.

"Merlin Hermione," George groaned, "Why would you tell Mum we could go see her for dinner?"

Hermione simply smiled. "Because your mother loves us, and I'm sure she's lonely now that everyone has pretty much moved out."

George rolled his eyes. "That's exactly my point. She'll never let us leave!"

Hermione put her hands on her hips, giving George a stern look. "Don't you sass your mother like that!" She scolded.

George huffed, "I was not sassing my mother."

She shook her head smiling. "George, go play in your shop. I'm going to go try and find Ginny."

George grinned goofily, "All right love, I'll go make something explode. See you later." He waggled his eyebrows and kissed her cheek.

He had just gone out the door when the floo activated, and Ginny tumbled out, her eyes full of tears.