Bored
Ramona had to stay at the hospital for three more days before she was allowed back home. Upon entering her bedroom she saw her trunk from school and started to unpack, putting all her school books away, clothes, even cleaning it out before shoving it under her bed, like she did every year. The side of her head still hurt, this weird stinging sensation had plagued her for the last couple of hours. Her head generally hurt about thinking about her brother. Preston was back, he was alive. Working with Death Eaters...the whole thing made her want to be sick. The worse part of it was that she couldn't tell anyone. She sat at dinner with her parents looking back and forth from them, not really touching her food. She wanted to stand up and scream at them, tell them about Preston but she had promised him. And she hated it.
She didn't hear from George much. He would write to her but was so busy getting the shop ready with Fred he didn't even really have time for that. But that didn't stop her from going the burrow a lot, hanging out with Ginny. But it was kind of gross listening to her go on about Dean Thomas.
"And then, he reached round and,"
"WOAH! Ginny, do not want to hear this!" Ramona said rolling over on Ginny's bed and placing the pillow over her head.
"Oh come on, I need someone to talk about this. Who am I going to talk to? Ron?"
"Urgh. No. but I don't tell you stuff about George."
"Why would you? He's my brother?"
"Exactly. Ginny, I will talk to you about anything. But not that." Ramona replied, chucking the pillow at Ginny who caught it expertly. "I thought you liked Harry anyway?" she continued, arching an eyebrow slightly.
"What?" Ginny scoffed. "No."
Ramona rolled her eyes staring up at Ginny's ceiling.
"You know when George sees your hair he will freak out. He hates it short."
"Like I care. It's not that short anyway." She tugged on a strand of hair that was now down to her chin before giving a slight huff. "Next time I see him it will probably be down to my arse."
Ramona was sat up in her bedroom reading when she heard the knock on her door. She automatically assumed it was her mother so set the book down and lay on her bed closing her eyes. She wasn't in the mood for another lecture about having gone off to the ministry with them lot, she had received five already.
The door creaked open but her eyes remained firmly shut. She heard the door shut but just as she was going to open her eyes there were footsteps across her floor, then the weight shift on her bed.
Lips were suddenly against her cheek and she opened her eyes slowly to see George hovering over her.
"I knew you were awake, you're so crap at that."
"Shut up, I thought you were my mum."
"She let me up." He said brushing the hair out of her face and kissing her forehead. "You ok?"
"Yeah...you?"
"Fine. We finished the shop, so we're going to open Monday."
"That's brilliant." Ramona said sitting up "You did that quickly."
"Yeah, being a wizard helps with that."
He watched her for a moment before bringing a hand slowly up and running it through her short locks. "Cut your hair again?"
"Yeah...why? Don't you like it?" She asked and pushed herself off bed moving straight to her wardrobe.
He smiled, shaking his head. "Whatever length it is it will look good. I just like it long." She gave him an odd look before turning back to her wardrobe.
"So, I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over this weekend, considering I haven't even spent more than five minutes with you since summer has started. And I always sneak over here to sleep. So, it would make it fair." George stated fiddling with his jacket buttons.
"Yeah sure, you going to ask my mum though?"
They both raced down the stairs into the kitchen where Ramona's mum was making tea. As soon as they entered she smiled at them both. "Oh, look who's out of her cave."
"Funny." Ramona groaned leaning on the counter. "Actually, speaking of me living in my bedroom and only coming out to eat. Can I stay over at George's?"
He mum raised an eyebrow and looked over at George who was standing there awkwardly. "You mean, the burrow?"
"No. The shop."
"By yourself?"
"Well, Fred will be there. Obviously. And George said he would sleep on the sofa."
"Sure he did." Her mother sighed, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. "George, could you leave us alone for a moment?"
"Sure." He replied. "I'll go wait in the living room."
As soon as the door was closed Rachel turned back to her daughter and sighed softly. "I am going to your Aunts tonight, so I don't really want you by yourself. And your father will be gone until Tuesday with the Order…doing...business."
She saw the pleading look in Ramona's eyes and sighed gently. "I guess it would be ok."
"The whole weekend?" Ramona asked quietly while her mother gave her a long look.
"I suppose. Anything to get you out of that room."
George gave her a tour of the shop before dragging her upstairs to his and Fred's apartment. He went to chuck her bag in his room as she wandered around the apartment surprised at how neat everything was.
"Hey, has your mum been here lately?" she called.
"No, we usually go back to the burrow." He replied. This shocked her a little more.
She took a seat on the large brown sofa as George entered the room slumping down next to her. "You seem off." He muttered resting his head on her shoulder.
"Off?"
"Yeah. Like, there's something on your mind?"
'Only the fact my brother is actually alive and I can't tell a bloody soul' she thought, frustrated. "Not really. Guess the thing that happened at the ministry had we can of weirded out. Plus Harry's godfather being killed. I wasn't even awake to see it happen but it still freaks me out."
He looked over at her and saw the hurt expression on her face, but it wasn't just that. Right then she looked like she was carrying the whole world on her shoulders, and she was struggling.
"You can tell me you know whatever is bothering you."
She bit her lip and starred out of the large window, watching the sun sink slowly. "I wish I could, but I can't."
"Ram."
"Just leave it George." She said rising from the sofa and walking to his bedroom.
George rolled over reaching out to the space next to him, which was empty. His head snapped up, his eyes still half closed as he looked around the bedroom, no sign of her. He climbed out of bed and walked in his zombie like state out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Upon entering the living room he saw Ramona sat on the sofa giving him a small smile as he came in.
"I thought you were asleep." She asked.
"Were being the appropriate word." He said sitting down next to her. "Why are you awake?"
"Couldn't sleep. You?"
He shrugged running his fingers through his hair. "Not sure really, guess I sensed you weren't there." His other hand went down to her thigh giving it a small squeeze, his fingers gently stroking her inner thigh.
A small laugh came from her and she smiled at him. "That tickles George."
"Oh really?" He got a sly look in his eye and Ramona instantly became terrified. "No! George don't!"
"Don't what?" He asked leaning up on his knees next to her. "Do this?" He started to attack her stomach tickling her on any exposed skin he could reach while she screamed and giggled. "NO GEORGE STOP IT!" she jumped up from the sofa breathing heavily but smiling none the less. "Don't you dare, Weasley."
He got up slowly a smile spread across his face. "You know I forgot how ticklish you were."
"George! You dare! I hate being tickled." He was standing right in front of her now and she brought a hand up placing it forcefully against his chest. "Don't."
"That's not what I had in mind." He said leaning down to kiss her. Her throat went dry and she could feel his heart hammering against his chest at this proximity. He grabbed her pulling her close, placing a hand flat against her back as the other stroked her neck.
"Fred?"
George's eyes flung open. "Uh, I'm George..."
"No, I meant, is Fred here?"
"Oh, no he's staying over at…someone's. Why?"
She shrugged slightly smiling at him before going back into the bedroom. George immediately followed, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Ramona stood there smiling at him as she pulled her top over her head and let it drop to the floor. He eyed her hungrily focusing on her hands which were playing with the band on her shorts.
George copied her own action discarding his own top then taking three long strides towards her. She met him halfway way reaching up to kiss him deeply, her hands at the back of his neck. His hands slid down to her backside and a small breathy moan escaped her as his teeth pulled slightly on her bottom lip.
"When the hell did you get like this?" George groaned as her mouth started to work on his neck. He was surprised he had even managed to say that, his brain was working in frenzy as her hand slipped down to his groin causing him to groan loudly.
"George,"
"Yeah..."
"Now."
"What?"
"Now."
She stared up at him and George felt his mouth go instantly dry, swallowing whatever little moisture was left as he thought about what she said. "You mean..."
"Yeah." She said in a breathy whisper.
George would have loved nothing more than to do that. He looked over to the bed and then back to her, her gorgeous blue eyes gazing up at him as she waited for his response. Then he shook his head.
"Why not?" She asked quietly.
"Because I'm not sure you really want to."
"But I do."
He shook his head again. "No you don't." He sat down on the bed and pulled her toward him so she landed in his lap. He kissed her arm, her shoulder, all the time she was watching him her eyes glassy from the tears that threatened to fall.
"Is it me?" she finally asked. "Do you think I'm hideous?"
"Oh gosh no." he said with a chuckle. "Are you mental? I think you're beautiful and I would love nothing more than to share that with you, but I have a feeling you're doing it because you feel like you need to do it for me, not for you."
Her eyes searched his for a moment. "But I do want this."
"Well, we can wait a bit longer than can't we? Hell I'll gladly wait forever for you."
The smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and George learned up, placing a gently kiss against her lips.