My eyes slid open slowly, and I found that my mother was sitting beside my bed, and she smiled as I lifted my head.
"Darling, you really shouldn't scare George like that," she said softly, as she returned to her book. "Molly left you a sandwich but she expects you down in the kitchen for some proper food immediately, so you'd best eat that quickly. Drink this." She handed me a shot of whiskey, and I knocked it back.
"Oui, Maman," I said submissively, remembering how upset she had always gotten over my refusals to do as she said.
The sandwich was lovely, and I ate it quickly and immediately started to feel better. I got out of the bed and pulled a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on over my running clothes. My shoes had been removed, and I felt very small and vulnerable without any sort of assistance in my height. I walked out the door and mother followed, walking down to the living room. I headed directly into the kitchen, where Molly was sitting with Hermione, Ginny, Angelina, and Percy's, Bill's, and Charlie's wife as well.
"Ah, there you are dear," Molly said as she pulled out a chair for me and immediately began to make up a plate of food for me.
"You missed quite the scene," Ginny told me with a grin. I glanced up to show I was listening, but said nothing. "Every single Weasley was ready to have an attack of some sort. George came running out of the kitchen shouting about you passing out, and your mum just kinda sighed and said 'oh, just leave her there.' Well of course, every one of the Weasleys looked at her like she was crazy," Ginny said with a grin. I laughed.
"When I was younger I'd pass out and wake up hours later in, like, the wine cellar," I said. "Paul liked to move me into highly unusual places. One time I woke up in the shower, it wasn't on of course," I added, smiling sweetly at Molly when she handed me something to eat.
"That's awful!" Ginny cried.
"As long as I managed to eat something right before I passed out I always woke up just fine. Actually, I usually wake up a little later starving and irritable," I told her, as I took a large bite of the fruit on the plate and swallowed just before I was pulled out of my chair into a bone-crushing hug.
"Don't ever do that again!" George shouted giving me a shake.
"I don't try to," I replied quietly, reaching for a piece of bread from my plate. I took a bite, and looked up at him sweetly.
"Fine," he muttered and stomped out, slamming the kitchen door behind him. I sighed and sat back down, picking at the food on my plate.
I found that I was full much more quickly than I should have been, and I frowned slightly looking at the still almost full plate. I picked up one of the cookies and ate it quickly, listening to the other women discussing families and their lives in general.
"So, Annabelle, spill," Angelina said, looking over at me. I looked at her, somewhat confused. I had zoned out for a few moments and hadn't been paying attention to their topic of conversation.
"Spill what?" I asked, looking around the room, which my sister was now sitting in as well.
"About George, of course," Angelina returned, rolling her eyes.
"I can't talk about that!" I cried, looking at them all in shock.
"Dear, Ginny and I have already heard all about my boys from Angelina, Hermione, Nicole, Lydia, and Amanda. We won't be bothered by that kind of information," Molly said calmly taking a sip of her tea. Ginny snickered and nodded.
"Uhh, what did you want to know?" I asked with a deep flush as I looked around the room. Angelina and Hermione looked at eachother thoughtfully, and Ginny grinned broadly. I tapped my fingers nervously on the table.
"How often?" Hermione asked shrewdly.
I choked on my juice.
"You first!" I cried, coughing slightly.
She shrugged. "Twice a week."
"More than that," I replied with a snort, as I drained the cup and looked at Molly. "If I'm going to have to discuss this with you girls, I'm going to need something a little stronger than orange juice," I said with a flutter of my lashes. Ginny burst out laughing and lifted a brow. "Coors of course," I rolled my eyes and she laughed.
"So how often then?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms. I flushed deeply and cleared my throat.
"Probably six nights a week," I replied, taking the bottle that Ginny held out to me. I grabbed the top and twisted it off with my hand before taking a quick slug. Angelina nodded, while Hermione looked positively envious. I shrugged; most of the other girls were simply giggling. My sister was staring at me in amazement.
"That often?" Ginny giggled, and I pinned her with a stare.
"I have eleven years to make up for," I retorted once again taking a pull on my beer, causing an uproar of laughter. As the laughter died down, Bill stuck his head in the door.
"Everything all right in here?" he asked, looking around. To hide my blush, I took another slug of the beer. I was going to be feeling this pretty soon. I didn't really weigh enough to drink an entire bottle myself and not get trashed, but the way these girls were going I was gonna need it all.
"Yes, fabulous," Ginny replied giving him a look that clearly said, 'get out or die.' I laughed as he ran back up the stairs.
"I bet he's really sensitive and gentle in bed," Angelina said suddenly, staring me in the eye. "Fred is," she added.
My eyes slid to the floor, and I lifted the bottle to my lips once again, noticing that it was about a quarter gone.
"Hmm, not exactly," I replied, "I would call it…almost…hmm." I stopped, trying to think of what term I wanted to use, while tapping my bottle against my lips.
"Wild?" Angelina suggested.
"Demanding?" Ginny supplied.
"Frantic." Hermione. I took another drink and nodded quickly.
"Yes," I said. "Those are good words. I think maybe…rough and playful are best, though." I added, swirling the beer left in the bottle. I watched it slosh around.
Molly snickered into her cup of tea. I looked at her in mild confusion.
I looked at my bottle and grinned. I wasn't drunk, but I was certainly at least halfway there. The bottle was about half gone, and I was still packing it down.
"How's Ron then, Hermione?" I asked suddenly, looking over at her quizzically. She shrugged, and glanced at Angelina.
"Probably a lot like Fred," she admitted truthfully. Most of the individuals in the room nodded. I sighed and dropped my head into my hand while tapping my beer bottle on the table.
"Hmm, so basically what you're saying," I said looking around, "is that you all have very quiet, civilized sex?" I inquired, and was rewarded with blushes and nods. "How unfortunate," I mumbled, tracing the lip of the bottle with my finger.
Molly burst out laughing and she had to set her head on the table, the empty teacup set on the table. I stared at her for a moment, wondering why she was laughing. It was unfortunate…unless that was how they liked it. I shrugged and took a long pull on my beer. The other girls were all looking at me curiously.
"You like it like that?" Ginny asked, puzzled.
"You don't?" I shot back in disbelief, eyeing my beer bottle before taking yet another drink of it.
"That's not what I meant," she said, shaking her head. "I meant that you just don't come off as one who would enjoy that. You're so quiet and reserved and generally so sophisticated that it just seems…" she shrugged and I nodded.
"Yep, I know!" I replied with a giggle. I took another drink, and realized that I had just finished the whole bottle.
"Annabelle, how much do you weigh?" Hermione asked, looking at the bottle sitting in front of me.
"Ninety pounds," I replied. "Why?"
"Because if you only weigh ninety pounds, you're gonna be knackered in a few moments," she replied smirking.
"Oooh, fun," I replied as I stretched my back. "When's dinner?" I asked curiously, looking over at Molly.
"Hmm, not for a few more hours," she replied. "You'll be sober by then," she added. "Ginny, why don't you take Annabelle up to her room."
Ginny nodded and walked over to take my hand. I stood up and followed her happily out into the hallway. As we passed the living room, I saw Fred and George playing a game of chess, and I leaned in the doorway.
"Who's winning?" I asked sweetly.
"I am," Fred replied as George glanced up at me. I smiled goofily and let Ginny pull me up the stairs.
We passed Gianna, who rolled her eyes, and then Ginny shoved me into my room. I stumbled slightly, feeling the beer and the whiskey that my mother had given me. I sat on the bed and Ginny sighed before sneaking out of the room and closing the door. I looked around intrigued by everything. This had been Fred's and George's room before they had moved out to their own flats. I was looking around, digging through drawers and the closet. I found a small, old, black box and picked it up as the door opened. I jumped and slammed the drawer shut, looking at George guiltily.
"Looking around, love?" he asked taking a seat on the bed.
"Yep," I replied, walking over and sitting beside him.
"So what did you girls talk about?" he asked, grinning cheekily.
"Hmm, you," I told him, blinking hard.
"Me?" he looked surprised and I giggled.
"That's right. They wanted to know how often we have sex," I added, looking up at him innocently. Had I not been intoxicated I would have been able to come up with some kind of lie. He blinked a couple of times. "And they wanted to know what it was like," I added, in an attempt to be helpful.
"What is was like?" He sounded as if he were being strangled.
"Yeah," I answered. "Angelina thought it would be like with Fred so she was all 'I bet he's really sensitive and gentle' but I fixed them all up," I answered cheekily.
He looked positively mortified, and I took his silence to mean that he wanted me to continue.
"They all said that their husbands are very quiet, civilized lovers, and Ginny didn't believe that I would like it how you do," I told him, wide eyed and smiling happily. "But I do, and I told her that, and then everyone kinda conceded that they would like it wild sometimes too."
George stared at me for a few more moments, before he burst into loud laughter, shaking his head. I looked at him in confusion.
"There is going to be a lot of very loud and very uncivilized shagging going on this house tonight," he told me. I smiled and nodded. "How much did you have to drink?" he asked, holding my chin in his hand.
"Four fingers of whiskey," I said and he nodded impassively. "And just one beer," I added.
"Ok, I'll be back in a few minutes," George said, giving me a quick kiss.
As he left, I lay down in the bed, curling my knees up to my chest. I didn't even bother to pull the covers up over my slim form, and promptly fell asleep.