Just in the moment, can't believe, you're so beautiful . Feels like I'm in a dream. –Yeah3x
So, it has been three hours, and I have finally been released from the ministry. It's amazing how long a man can quiz you on something you have absolutely no information on. I didn't see my attacker, and I had been running from spells during most of it. Still, they questioned me about everything. How long between spells? Wasn't keeping track, to busy dodging. About what height were they firing from? See previous answer. Questions I couldn't answer, but they kept asking anyway.
I apparated directly back to our flat, intending on finding Hermione and apologizing profusely. She was absolutely no where to be found though. So, with a frown and distinct annoyed feeling I left the bag of quills at her seat and my book on the couch before going straight to my room.
My robe had been badly burnt and ripped, and were basically falling apart on me. my clothes underneath weren't in much better state, and I was covered in soot. I shrugged what was left of my clothing off and stepped into the shower, moaning in appreciation as the warm water relaxed my body and rinsed off all the dirt and blood.
Despite how incredible it felt, I stepped out after washing my body and hair and dried myself off with a wave of my wand. I pulled on my boxers and stepped into the bedroom, intending on finding something soft and comfortable to wear for the rest of the night before I went off in search of my wife. Had she even been told I'd been attacked? That could be an interesting conversation.
Hey love, I got your quill. Did you make any dinner? By the way, I was gone for so long because some invisible death eater attacked me.
I could just imagine how well that conversation would go.
I stepped towards the bed and picked up the ruined clothes, tossing them in the rubbish bin before turning towards the dresser. A loud crack sounded in the halls and a big grin lifted my lips as I glanced at the door.
Maybe that was Hermione.
I turned back to the bed and reached for the shirt I had set out when the door burst open.
George!" Hermione cried out, stepping into my bedroom and shutting the door behind her in a frenzied move. I stood frozen at the end of my bed, wearing nothing but my bright blue boxers. Tears were streaming down her eyes and she was extremely pale, trembling where she stood. The fact that she didn't instantly try to leave once she saw my undressed state told me just how worried she was.
So, apparently she had heard about my attack.
She was openly weeping and it made my heart beat painfully as my stomach dropped. I crossed the room to her and wrapped her in my arms, holding her close to my chest as she began to cry more earnestly. I tightened my grip on her and brushed my nose against her curls, trying to reassure her I was okay. I hated it when she cried, it made me feel like a part of me was dying.
"Hermione," I started, but I was cut off by her. She pushed me away and started to run her hands across my chest, examining the bruises with obvious care. Her eyes were still red and tears were still trailing down her cheeks as she ran her small fingers down my stomach, tracing the scars she found there with tender care. I sucked in a deep breath when she brought her hands further down, tracing my calves and the lines that marred them. I hadn't escaped the attack uninjured, but she wasn't looking at the subtle bruises, she was looking at the older scars I carried from the war.
She traced a line back up, her hands finding their way into mine before she pulled them up to look at them. Her lithe fingers traced the words I had etched onto the back of them, the tears in her eyes falling down as she read the messages there. Her finger stalled on the last one, and her mouth fell open as she sucked in a breath, barely breathing the words out. "I will amount to nothing." Her eyes lifted up and found mine as she raised her hand, pulling mine towards her lips as she began to pepper kiss across it, one for each letter. I couldn't move or break her gaze, and before I knew it she was pulling me to her chest and leaning up, pressing a hard kiss my lips. I'd never felt such an urgency from her before, and it knocked me off guard for a moment.
Her hands rose up to my waist, tugging me nearer before she ran her hands further up, tracing my chest and then locking around my neck. I responded to her frantic touches and raised my own hands to her waist. We snogged feverishly, our hands running all over each other as everything grew warm. My body was far out racing my mind, not that I was complaining at the moment.
She pulled away from my mouth for a moment, her hands moving to her own shirt and tugging it up and off before she was back against me, now pressing her nearly bare chest against me, earning a gasp and moan from me. I held her tightly for a moment as her lips found mine again, and then my brain finally caught up with my body.
I broke the kiss, leaning my head back slightly as I took in a deep breath so I could see her more clearly.
"Hermione, we need to slow down, I don't want to do anything just because we got carried a-Merlin's Beard!" She pressed a kiss to the hollow of my throat and I never realized such a little area of skin could be so sensitive as she brought her hands back up to my neck.
"I'm not getting carried away, George. I love you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."
I gaped at her, my eyes wide and shocked. I didn't dare to believe her, it was far, far too good to be true. I'd been wanting to hear those three words for almost a week, she couldn't have just said it. She couldn't mean it.
"It's true, George. I love you, desperately. I want to show you, I want to love you."
My chest tightened and a surge of love filled me as I looked at her. She really meant it, she loved me. Hermione Granger had fallen in love with me, Prankster and school drop out. There really aren't any words I know that can describe what that meant to me, I'm sure Hermione could probably think of a few, but I honestly had no words.
"I was so afraid I was going to lose you without ever actually letting you know. Please, George, I want to show you I love you, I want to love you fully." She barely whispered, running her hands up my arms slowly. I just blinked at her, still lost. "If you don't want to, then we don't have too.
I shook my head quickly, my eyes still glazed over. "No, it's not that at all. I think we're close enough for you to be able to tell I want this." I said, almost smiling when she blushed.
"What then?" She whispered, her eyes down cast.
"I think I'm dreaming."
She smiled at me, her eyes filing with love and happiness. "Then let's never wake up." She said simply.
Well, when she put it like that, how could I possibly argue? I didn't, I found much, much better things to do with my mouth.
-o-O-o-
I was slowly roused from a deep sleep, barely aware of a chill in the room before I pulled the warm body at my side closer. I tilted my head and my nose became buried in bushy curls that seemed intent on strangling me. I pulled my head back and fought a sneeze as I brushed the curls away.
Hermione gave a sleepy hum and nuzzled her cheek against my bare chest, making a grin lift my lips. She loved me, and last night we'd proven the fact to each other. I'd never had a better night. The intense shocks that hit me every time we kissed weren't secluded to kisses either, I'd never felt anything like that.
One thing was for sure, Hermione excelled at everything she tried.
I didn't think it was possible, but I'd fallen even more in love with her. It was beginning to scare me how much I cared for. No one was more important to me besides Fred. She was closing in on him. She was the second most important thing in my life.
She stirred against me, her hands gripping me tighter as she pressed into me with a stretch. The move distracted me from my thoughts as I looked down at her. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around, finding my eyes a moment later. I smiled and brought my hand up to loosely grasp the one she had draped over my waist. She smiled softly as I finally spoke.
"Morning, love." I said, brushing a kiss to her hair. She blushed slightly, her foot finding its way between my legs as she stretched up, leaning her head against my neck instead of my chest.
"Good morning, George." She said softly, her breath washing across my face and making me want to shiver. I didn't, pulling her closer instead and fighting a moan at the feel of her soft and warm curves pressing against me.
Why did I have to open the store today? Why couldn't I just stay in bed with her? Why was it only Friday and not Sunday? I had to go open the store though. It was Friday and Fred was coming over here after we closed the shop for his last night as a bachelor. I'd planned a lot out for that, but the night would end here. At least I could see her then, still, that was a long wait. My thoughts caused me to sigh, which made her look up.
"Oh," She said, sounding upset which drew my eyes back to her. "I haven't fixed you any breakfast yet." She sounded so upset that I wanted to laugh. She was thinking I was angry about breakfast, she could not be further from the truth.
"Love," I said, my voice dropping a few octaves as I bent my head towards her, "breakfast is not what was on my mind." I said suggestively, rolling over and pressing into her lightly. Her eyes widened in surprise before she leaned towards me.
"We can always take an early lunch."
"Minx." I accused half heartedly before pressing a kiss to her eager lips. I was loving married life.
-o-O-o-
"Fred, don't take this personally, but I did not want to come see you today." I declared, cleaning up my cash register and locking it up.
"What?" Fred said, sounding shocked. "Were you still in pain or something?"
"No, Hermione just had much better assets than you. Her offer was much more enticing than hanging out with you all day."
"Well, I'm glad that you're both getting along better then." Fred said.
"We never didn't get along well." I said, stepping away from the cashier and towards my twin.
"You've been awkward around each other, Georgie." Fred retorted.
"How would you even know? You've been at Angie's."
"She came to see me yesterday while you were being interrogated by the ministry." I straightened in surprise at that.
"Really?" That was news to me. She hadn't said anything to me about seeing Fred. I'd wondered where she'd gone, but I hadn't asked.
"Yeah, she was a right mess too. She just kept saying she loved you and that you didn't know." Well, that was kind of strange, my twin learned that Hermione loved me before I did. It was only fair though, Angelina told me that she loved Fred before him. I guess they just wanted to get our help or opinion or approval, darned if I knew or pretended to understand women.
"Bugger, that explains why she was such a mess when she finally got back to me." I said. "I was wondering where she'd gone to."
"We kept her safe while you were gone, we wanted to make sure that nothing happened." I smiled, showing the gratitude I felt.
"Thanks."
"S'okay." He said casually.
"Right, onto the actual fun part of the evening. Your bachelor party." I said, giving what was probably a very mischievous grin. He grinned back at me just as mischievously.
"Brilliant, what's on the schedule?"
"Drinks, games, laughs, maybe some incriminating photos. I haven't finalized anything yet." I said with a shrug. He laughed and clapped his hands together.
"Sounds smashing."
"As if I'd plan anything less."
"Oi!" A third voice called, stepping into the room with a frown. "I'm not letting that stand. I helped too!"
"Well, Lee, if we're going that way then neither of us can take the credit."
"True!" Oliver called out, stepping up behind Lee.
"Well, at least we can take credit as a group, right?" Lee questioned.
"We have to add Potter, Charlie, Bill, and Ron in though."
"Okay, a large group." Oliver amended, winking at a slightly alarmed looking Fred.
"What are you lot planning, Ollie?" Fred asked, using the nickname that drove Oliver crazy. His eyes narrowed and he poked a finger into Fred's chest.
"The name is Oliver, not 'Ollie.'"
"Come on," I said, shaking my head as I separated my twin and friend, "we need to get to the Burrow if we want to have any fun." I ordered locking up the back room with a wave of my wand. I grabbed Fred's arm and ushered the others to the door.
A/N: That was fun :D They've finally both confessed their feelings. The scene from last chapter that was about my relationship with my husband was the wedding song. On our one year anniversary he got a record of every song we danced to and played them. Yes girls, I got a gem.
Alright, guess away about this chapter, and please let me know what you all think about this chapter. I love hearing from you all. (I didn't get many responses for my last chapter.)