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Ending Sixth Year

Takes place before and during the "Ending Fourth Year" chapter of the Breaking Tradition fic.

After his reconciliation with Fred, all George could think about was a way to get to see Estella and talk to her. But whenever he tried to approach her, her Ravenclaw cousin was right there, on the defence, ready to hex him. Even when he tried the trapdoor to the Slytherin passage, all he got was a shock that went through him and forcefully pushed him away. He was losing it! Being at Hogwarts, and going into the room behind the mirror for YPS practices, or walking past the door to the prefects' bathroom, or looking at the Whomping Willow from a distance, all of it was like a slow torture. Even Fred caught him staring at the tree like a dimwit.

"What if you could see her?" asked Fred.

"I don't even know. I'd... I'd tell her I love her and that I'm sorry. But she already knows that, so I... I don't know."

"Sweet Merlin, you sound pathetic."

"Yeah?" answered George trying to smile at the issue.

"What's so special about her anyway?"

"You know how you love teasing Angie in Quidditch and competing with her and just messing around, even though she's not your girlfriend anymore."

"Would you stop it with the Angelina thing? She'll never forgive me, so I moved on."

"Whatever, my point is, I can do stuff like that with Ella. She just... she knows so much and she comes up with the craziest ideas. She's even good at pranks."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you remember when Montague's wand went crazy and he and Bletchley ended in the hospital wing for weeks?"

"That was her?" said Fred shocked.

"I helped, but she put it all together. She's brilliant like that."

"Well then you have to see her," Fred stated.

"How? Her cousin is like a hawk."

"Merlin's balls George! This is us we're talking about! When was the last time we decided something had to be done, put our brains together, and didn't get it accomplished?"

"Umm... never"

"Exactly! Now stop sulking and get your shit together, you sappy git!" Fred commanded.

That was how this mad plan had started. He didn't even have a role in the scheme. It was all Fred, Lee, Estella and surprisingly, Malfoy. All George had to do was sit and wait. But that was easier said than done. He knew that if anyone could pull this off, besides himself, it was his brother and Estella. But, he kept thinking of all the events that needed to take place to make this meeting happen.

First, Fred would take George's place and impersonate him at his YPS training session with Ely Swanson. That way the Ravenclaw would keep his attention on Fred instead of him. Meanwhile, Malfoy would drink the Polyjuice that Estella had brewed, turn into her and switch places. How Ella had convinced the Slytherin junior spy to do that was still a mystery to George, but it should work. Last, Estella would meet Lee in the Charms classroom and use the disillusionment charm to follow him. Lee would walk to Gryffindor, give the password to the fat lady and then bring her up to their room.

So George sat and waited, then stood, paced and kept waiting, until finally he heard the door open.

"Did it work?" he asked nervously looking at Lee.

"Homenum Revelio," he heard Estella say.

He couldn't help the ridiculously big grin that invaded his face when he saw her. She looked equally elated, but neither of them moved. They simply stared at each other, their faces filled with adulation.

"After all this trouble, you two better do something besides look like idiots," said Lee.

Then both Estella and George ran to the other. He gave her the biggest hug, lifted her off the ground, and twirled her enthusiastically. Estella giggled softly, in pure mirth. Then he kissed her with all the love and need he felt for her. It had been two months since he has last kissed her, embraced her, felt the warmth of her body against his, so George let his craving flesh take over.

Neither of them registered when in a teasing tone, Lee mumbled, "That's more like it." Then the most loyal friend George and Fred had, left the room, cast a silencing charm, and marked the closed door with a red X.

Ella ached for him. Her skin was burning, the butterflies in her stomach bounced uncontrollably, and her hands trembled. She had to feel his skin against her own, his practiced fingers travelling through her body, his large hands spreading her legs apart. She needed George buried inside her, claiming her body and soul, making her forget about the oncoming war, about her secrets, the Snapes, Marcus, and her faith. She wanted him and nothing more.

George felt tingles all over his body and fire all over his skin. Kissing her wasn't enough! There was too much passion, too much longing, too much missing each other. It was as if the world would end if he didn't get to have her again.

"I… I want you," were the simple words he managed to breathe out in the middle of their snog.

"I'm yours... take me."

They ransacked each other's lips and tugged at shirts and socks and trousers with urgency. The garments came off almost brutally and once they were completely nude he pushed her to the bed. Their thighs and pelvises touched. Her breasts were firmly pressed against his chest. Their hands travelled on each other as if they were drawing maps of their bodies to keep forever imprinted in their memories. He began to kiss her face and neck and then ran his tongue down her pulse point, getting closer to her chest. Once there, he licked over each breast greedily.

"I missed you... I need you," she whimpered as her legs opened widely.

"... missed you so much... want you so bad..." he gasped out as he pulled their bodies a bit away. He took hold of one of her legs and put it on his shoulder. George hovered over her, watching her – open, exposed, and dripping in need, completely at his will.

She wanted this, she craved for it. But, as he looked at her with blazing adoration, she wondered, what if he knew? He had accepted her and loved her, despite her secrets, but if he knew he might not be this eager. He might not even want her at all.

He kissed her knee and nibbled. Then he put her thumb on the bulb of nerves between her legs and began to play, knowing full well that it would drive her mad. He got the reaction he sought and her shivers and sounds were amazing. He smiled and bent down to kiss her, getting her knee to practically meet her shoulder. His tongue invaded her mouth as his stiff erection ran against her.

George finally penetrated and Estella cried out at the fullness she felt. He went deeper in and swelled inside her, filling her up so completely that she never wanted to let him go. They clung to each other, pressing their bodies tightly, with George buried so far inside that she truly felt a part of him. Any rational thought left her mind, she was lost in desire and gasped and murmured I love you without even knowing it.

Looking at her, feeling her skin, invading her depths, it was like... like a mad force and incontrolable energy that went right to his erection and empowered him in a way he had never been before. All self-control was left behind and his savage movements produced that blazing throb that would build into a magnificent orgasm for both.

He pounded into her, so fast, so hard, so wild, so exquisitely, that Estella let tears fall as she moaned madly. George matched her sounds with his own low and guttural groans and he continued to push into her, over and over, until it became too much. Her body jerked as all the pleasure he had built in her burst and a wave of shocks and tingles took over every inch of her insides. She let out a fervent scream, "George! I love you!"

Her muscles clenched around him and it only took a few more pumps before he was spilling cum into her, feeling like the word had stopped to let him experience heaven. "Mine... my Ella," he slurred.

She watched him through his peak and it was incredible. He was flushed, trembling, sopping in sweat, vulnerable, simply stunning. George collapsed on her exhausted and her arms and legs wrapped around him, keeping him inside. Both panted heavily and could still feel the fire from their union. His hands moved to gently caress her long dark hair and she placed sweet kisses on his cheek.

For several minutes they stayed like this, quietly giving affection, enthralled in their love, just like they had often done during their weeks of love in the Shack. But as time passed their heaven began to dissipate, and her brain turned back on. She stopped the kisses and he lifted his head. His face was still rosy and damp and he brandished a beautiful satisfied grin. She smiled at him and moved soggy locks out of his face, but she couldn't hide her uneasiness.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," she lied.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"You had tears, but I thought... Merlin, I'm sorry," he said with honest distress.

"You didn't hurt me. I loved it," she assured.

"Please don't lie. I never want to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me Fun Man. You were fantastic. I just... I... we need to talk."

Once they were clean and dressed, she began pacing around the room. He got close to her and hugged her.

"Did your cousin do something? Did he tell Snape and Dumbledore? Did -"

"No. Ely is fine. I can deal with him. I..."she drifted and stayed quiet.

"What is it Menace?"

"I want to tell you. I want you to know everything. I just -"

"What?"

"I know who my parents were - my birth parents, not any of the Swansons."

"And you want to tell me about them?"

She nodded. "My parents were B-"

Suddenly, she looked like she was choking and began to gag and turn red.

"Menace," he said with concern.

"Dammit!" she finally screamed. "I'm sorry," she added.

"It's not your fault. That was the jinx, right?"

She nodded again and spoke, "I could have told you last term. I was only jinxed to keep certain things quiet, not my parents. Snape thought I would never tell anyone else. But after the Black Hand killed aunt and uncle, Severus didn't want to risk it, so he put a jinx on that information too."

"Bloody git!"

"It's not his fault, he has his reasons. But I could have told you. I should have. If I had only admitted to myself that I loved you, if I had allowed my feelings instead of my pride to guide me."

"Menace," he said kindly taking her in his arms again.

"I almost did it Fun Man, I almost told you. I wish –"

He interrupted, "I should have told you about Chloe and about how I loved you. But I lost it when I saw you and Malfoy the map. I messed up so bad. I'm sorry."

They hugged tightly, sinking into each other, knowing this could be the last time they were together. After a long while, her watch began to beep. She turned it off and said, "We don't have much time left."

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to go either. But, we can't dwell on that, or how I can't tell you about my parents and brother. I have to tell you other things."

He listened with undivided attention.

"You know Harry and I are targets for the Black Hand."

He nodded with concern.

"Pretty boy found out that the Black Hand will attack the train once we get to King's Cross, to make up for what they didn't get to do on Christmas."

"What!"

She gave no reaction to his surprise and simply said, "You promised to help protect Harry, remember?"

"Harry? I want to protect you!" George replied.

"No."

"What the hell Menace! You can't tell me something like this and expect me to just take it!" protested George.

"Ely and Mel will be with me. If anything happens at King's Cross they can disapparate and take me along. Plus the Order is putting Aurors on the train, to be close to me and to Harry when we get to the station. I'll be fine."

"Don't you understand? I love you! Get it through your thick skull! I couldn't deal... I couldn't keep on living if you got killed! How can you not get that?"

"They won't kill me."

"They're killers! That's what they do!"

"Not to me. They want me too much to kill me. But, they will kill Harry if they can. The worse that could happen to me is getting hurt and umm... taken."

"And I'm supposed to be fine with that! With having you hurt or taken by them when we get to the station! In less than a week! Have you completely lost your mind?" he yelled.

"You can't watch after me. Even if we both wanted that, Ely won't allow it. And I have to stick by his side. He's my best protection."

"Forgive me for not being a defence whiz like your cousin. I thought you'd want me by your side, even if I'm not a genius Ravenclaw. But obviously –"

She interrupted, "Shut up! That is not fair and you know it!"

"No, I don't know! All I know is that the woman I love doesn't want me around to help her when she needs me. That I'm not good enough for her."

"Stop it! The I'm sorry for myself routine doesn't fit you! You're too fun, sure of self, and outrageous for that. Now listen. You're right about me not wanting you at my side. But, it's not what you think."

"Oh that's great! When you put it like –"

"I said listen! The reason I don't want you at my side is because you distract me. If they attack me at King's Cross and you're close, I'm going to be more worried about you than about getting away, and that's my strategy. If the Black Hand shows up at the station, I'll grab Ely and Mel and make them take me away while the Aurors cover for us."

"I passed my test. I can disapparate and take you with me."

"And have me leave behind the only family I have left?"

He stayed quiet. They hadn't really discussed the Christmas events and the death of the older Swansons. He hadn't even told her that he went to her room in Swanson Cabin and held her in her sleep. Only once had he asked about her aunt and uncle. She'd said she didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't push it.

"Is that what you want? I'm supposed to leave without Ely and Mel, not knowing if they're safe or if I'll see them again. Only to spend a bit of more time with you before you have to go to Chloe."

"I didn't mean it that way. I just want to help."

"Then listen to me."

He didn't quite understand how Ella had managed to convince him to follow this plan, but she did. Maybe it was her cunning Slytherin skills, or how she had a retort for each of his arguments and protests, or simply the fact that he couldn't come up with any better ideas.

It didn't matter, four days after his meeting with Estella, George sat in a train compartment with Fred, Lee, Chrysta Moyne and his fiancé. Chloe had been annoyed when George asked if Chrysta could sit with them instead of her friend Larissa, but she complied once he promised to let her announce their engagement at her birthday party this weekend. Sweet Merlin he was dreading that day, but he had to live with it.

The plan was for an Auror to ride in a compartment next to Harry's and for the twins and Lee to take compartment on the other side. As a YPS member, Chrysta Moyne had also volunteered to ride with them. But George found out that her volunteering, unlike Ron and Hermione's who were riding in the same compartment as Harry, was not simply from friendship and loyalty. The Hufflepuff would fight as needed, for the mother she lost to the Black Hand, and as a favour to Estella. She had apparently needed to add a bodyguard to George for safety. That Slytherin was really something! She was the one on the Black Hand's target list! Yet she had gotten the only YPS leader that Chloe would be happy to ride with to watch after him. Just barmy! At least an Auror, Roberts and Leah McDowal were stationed to take the compartments next to Estella's, and she rode with Ely and Melinda. He just had to trust that the founder of the YPS, Ravenclaw Ely, was as good in a dangerous situation as he was in their practices.

Fred and Lee talked to Chrysta amiably while Chloe clung to George. Suddenly, they felt the train vibrate violently. Their trunks fell from the racks onto their heads. The vibrations stopped momentarily and Fred and George looked at each other and then towards Lee. Their friend was bleeding from his eye brow, but he confirmed it was minor and he was fine. George turned to Chloe and Chrysta, but before he could asked them if they were okay, the train shook violently again and began to flip over. They felt like they were being tossed around in a box. The movement stopped and they sat on what was the side of the train, but now was under them.

Fred stood up and said, "They're attacking early. We need to get out of here."

They tried to disapparate and though all, but Chloe, were of age and had their licenses, none was able to get out of the compartment.

"Anti-apparition spell," said Chrysta concerned.

George's heart filled with worry as he thought about Estella and how her plan to escape wouldn't work if her cousin and Melinda couldn't apparate. Then they heard noises in the corridor, which was now above them, and raised their wands.

Suddenly an explosion echoed through the mangled walls. It was coming from the compartment Harry, Ron and Hermione were in. The twins, Chrysta and Lee began to hit the walls and tried to pry windows to see if they could get out of there and help.

Another explosion, some movement in the hallway and a converation they couldn't understand... then a very familiar female voice rang loudly, "Wait!"

"Estella for Merlin's sake we have to go!" heard George.

"There are others in the next compartments!"

Her sweet voice resonated clear and he could tell she was closer to them.

"Get to the side far from the hallway and cover your heads!" she ordered.

"Bombarda!" she screamed and opened a hole for them to exit.

He climbed out of the compartment, ready to get hold of Estella and make sure she got to safety. But, she was out of reach, yelling at the students in the next compartment to move away as Chloe clung to him. Within seconds, Ginny, Luna and Neville were freed as well.

"We'll run to the trees for cover! Let's go!" screamed Estella.

George saw Ron, Harry and Hermione who ran out of the train with Ella, her cousin and Mel Cooper. He ran faster than he ever thought possible trying to keep pace with the black haired girl he loved. Fred, Lee and the rest ran at his side.

"Stop," said Chloe.

"What!"

"I don't trust her. I'm going the other way. Come on," she pleaded.

"I love her," he said unclasping Chloe's hand from his and leaving her behind.

Soon, figures with black robes and black masks were trailing his steps closely. He had lost trace of people he cared for the most in the world - his twin, little Ronnie, Ginny, his mate Lee, and Estella. It was like his worst possible nightmare was actually taking place.

George saw curses flying all around him and continued running until he reached a thick forest. Finally, he heard his twin calling for him.

"Thank Merlin!" said Fred when they met.

"Are you alright?" asked Lee.

George nodded, but suddenly felt a cut to his arm.

"Run!" ordered Chrysta Moyne.

But it was too late and within seconds Chrysta, Lee, Fred and George found themselves wrapped in ropes.

I hope you like this one. I know I left it with the evil cliff hanger, but I think that's awesome. Review if you want more sooner rather than later. :)