This chapter took longer to write than I had anticipated. It was a tough balancing act between sexy, romantic, and fun. And I had to keep it clean, too. So, it wasn't easy. But I think it turned out well. Now, for those of you who don't know I post at Mugglenet, I do. And their forum is strictly G-rated. Some of my stuff pushes the envelope, but I always try to be tasteful. I believe I have satisfied the requirements of that forum in that there is no bad language and nothing is described outright in this chapter. However, they are on their honeymoon so there are a few hints and suggestions about them doing, as George says, honeymoon stuff. Enjoy and feel free to leave me feedback if you are so inclined.

Flying with A Wizard

George kicked the door shut behind him and set Cassie down. They kissed softly, his hands tangling in her hair. "Thank Merlin, Cassie. I started to wonder if we were ever going to make it up here."

"It's been a long day, hasn't it?" She kissed him back but then pulled away and stepped into the main part of the room.

"An eternity, really." She reached for the light switch and turned it on, her eyes widening in happiness at the sight of the room. It was beautiful. George stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against him. "This is very nice. You were right." The spacious room was done in a light coral color with white trim, making it look cool and comfortable, even in the heat of August in Florida. The furniture (including a small sitting area with a couch, stuffed chair, and coffee table, a desk, two dressers, and a tall bureau which undoubtedly held the television set, and the big king-sized bed which Cassie tried not to look at too intently) was a dark cherry and looked solid and well-built. There was some nice artwork on the wall, some really nice looking paintings of various views of the park and everything just looked very welcoming. The windows were large and Cassie stepped over to them.

"We have a really nice view. You can see what they call the Magic Kingdom."

"Mmmm. Well, I'll tell you what's magical. And that's you and me." Cassie giggled nervously and then wanted to kick herself for sounding so immature. "Look over there, Cassie." George laughed. Cassie turned to see where he was looking and laughed, too. There was a hot tub, actually in the room. "That's great. We'll have to use it tomorrow." Cassie suddenly felt very shy, which was stupid, but she did. She swallowed.

"Yeah. There are two pools, here, too. So we can swim a lot." She finally dared to look directly at the bed and smiled again. The covers were turned down, revealing gorgeous linens and fluffy-looking pillows. On each pillow was a delicious looking chocolate.

Cassie glanced over at the coffee table and saw a large basket of assorted gifts. "Look, George, they gave us a present."

"Nice. What's in here?" He walked over to the coffee table and pulled the basket over to him. "There's some crackers and cheese and some mints. And more chocolates – nothing too exciting there. But, ooh, champagne! That's really fancy! Let's have some tonight. Oh, yeah. Here are the glasses!" He stood up holding the bottle and two glasses. "I'll pour that while you're uh . . . getting ready."

"Getting ready?" Cassie looked at him, feeling nervous and unsure what he was meaning. His face flushed.

"Yeah, ready. For, uh, . . . well, bed. I mean . . . I assumed, well, Fred said you would probably, you know, want to get changed into . . . ." Cassie suddenly understood what he was saying and flushed like him.

"Oh! Oh! Yeah. I'll do that! In the bathroom!" Then she realized that her suitcases, one of them still turned upside down, were in her purse. "But you'll need to enlarge the suitcases first."

"That would probably help. And I've got something special in there for us, too. Do you want candles?"

"Candles?"

"Yes. Would that be all right?" She nodded faintly, unsure. "I mean, I thought maybe that would be romantic. I want . . ." He stepped close to her and lifted her chin. "I want this to be perfect for you." He bent down and for a moment they both lost their sense of embarrassment and enjoyed the kiss. She pulled back after a minute.

"The candles sound nice. But did you say you talked to Fred about . . . tonight?"

"Well, yeah. A little bit." He pulled out his wand. "You'd better get the suitcases out of your purse." She looked at him as she reached in and pulled out the three bags that were still closed. "I was nervous. I didn't know . . . you know, what to do with you. I mean, what you would like."

"I see." She tried not to laugh at the look on his face. "And you thought Fred would know? What I would like?" He turned even brighter red.

"I thought that what had worked for Angelina . . . might, well. I don't know. Look, do we have to talk about this now? You can yell at me tomorrow."

"I don't want to yell at you, George. I think that was very sweet." He started to wave his wand but she yelled to stop him. "Wait! Let me get all the stuff out of my purse, first. Otherwise, it will explode." She dug through the bottom of her purse and pulled out the various miniature clothes, stuffing them haphazardly into the suitcase. She was grateful that the things she wanted to use tonight were in the suitcase that those agents hadn't pawed through at the airport. The one nightgown he had found had been something she had put in at the last minute. Finally, she thought she had got almost everything out and George enlarged the luggage back to its normal size.

"All right. Well, uh, take all the time you need. I'll pour the champagne and light the candles."

"Okay." She darted into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her hands were shaking faintly as she turned on the light. The bathroom was as fancy as the rest of the room and she wondered if maybe she should ask George if he needed to use it before she monopolized it for a few minutes. She opened the door again. "George . . . do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yeah. Actually, I do. Thanks." Their eyes met as he walked over to her. He smiled broadly and Cassie smiled back, a little nervously. He went inside and she heard a loud whistle. "Wow! This bathroom is huge! I think it's bigger than Ron's bedroom at home!"

"It is pretty big." She waited outside and a few minutes later he came back out.

"At least you won't be crowded in there."

"No, I won't be crowded." He held the door open for her and she slipped inside one more time, hearing his gentle chuckle as she shut the door firmly. She pulled out the negligee she was going to wear for the night and felt her stomach clench with nerves. She loved him. She really wanted this. But she also had to admit that she was unsure what to really expect. Hermione had spoken to her a bit, as had her own mother and she had read plenty of romance novels. She knew the mechanics of what they were going to do . . . but none of them had ever actually been with George. All the better, that. But she doubted that Ron's shy hesitancy would be similar to George's attitude. Champagne and candles! And she didn't even want to think about her mum and dad – yeah, it was best not even to go there at all. Maybe she should have talked to Angelina, but she got the definite impression from them that their wedding night was not their first time together, so how they acted on their wedding night was not really going to be similar to George and Cassie's. Of course, they had to have had a first time together. Maybe she should have swallowed her nerves and asked Angelina what it had been like. Well, too late now anyway, so no use thinking about it.

She hoped George liked the way she looked. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically, wondering what his thoughts would be when he saw her. She hoped he liked what she had chosen to wear. She had debated for a few weeks now what exactly to wear tonight. She had considered several options including his old white shirt she had worn as pyjamas during her stay at the Burrow which she still had tucked in a drawer. But she had finally settled on this – a white negligee with blue lace trim that stopped at mid thigh and then a sheer peignoir over the top. It was, well, sexy if she could say so herself and she thought she looked really nice in it. She knew that George thought she was attractive but she still was nervous to actually have him look at her in this, and undoubtedly less.

It was only then that she turned her thoughts to what George would be wearing. She had no idea what to expect when she walked out there. Would he be wearing pyjamas? She had seen what he wore for pyjamas at home and they were okay, if a little threadbare last she had noticed. Would he have a new set? Would he just wear underwear? Would he just have on a bathrobe? She thought she might die if she walked out there and he was standing there naked! She forced her mind back to herself. Whatever he wore, she would be all right with it. They were married now.

She swallowed and decided it was time to pull out her supposed Gryffindor courage. She washed her face and then dabbed a little perfume on her wrists and neck and then a little on her stomach under the lace of the negligee. Finally, she couldn't delay any longer and she opened the bathroom door, knowing that whatever did happen, George would take care of her and it would undoubtedly be wonderful.

Her first impression was surprise that the lights were still on. She had expected that by now he would have the candles lit and have the lights turned off. She thought for a moment. Yeah, she had definitely turned on the lights in front of him so he would have known where to turn them off without any problem. She stepped further from the safety of the bathroom, clutching the admittedly sheer robe closer around her, wondering whether he had had problems lighting the candles.

She finally saw George and she just couldn't help the smile that lit her face. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Well, one thing about it. She would have blackmail material for the rest of her life. She walked over to him and carefully removed the wand from his hand, laying it on the night stand. Poor baby. He should have had some coffee. She debated about removing his shoes and decided against it. Not that she would mind if he woke up, but if he was that tired, then he obviously needed his rest. She looked at the two glasses of champagne he had managed to pour before he had fallen asleep and picked one up and took a tentative swallow. That was good stuff. She took another swallow and then crossed over to the closet, stretching on her tiptoes to see the top shelf. Reaching, she pulled down the light comforter kept there in case someone was too cold (they had to be kidding) and then carefully covered her husband with it. She swallowed the rest of the glass of champagne, giggling slightly as the bubbles tickled her nose. It took her a second to figure out how to turn off all the lights, but she did so, leaving only the one by her side of the bed lit. Then she pulled back the covers on the bed opposite where George was propped in a sort of semi-reclined position and slid in between the sheets. A moment later a flick of the switch plunged the room into complete darkness.

Cassie awoke later as she was jiggled in bed. She lay perfectly still and then smiled as she heard George curse quietly. He got off the bed and she rolled over and looked up at him. It was dark in the room but she could see him well enough and she supposed that he could see she was awake.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"I can't believe I fell asleep. I want to kill myself."

"That's a bit drastic, don't you think?"

"But . . . I wanted things to be romantic and perfect and . . . . I don't know. My plans did not involve crashing on the bed fully dressed. Fred is going to laugh himself silly. Hell, even Ron is going to-"

"They don't need to know. I won't tell. At least not right away. I think that if I ever want something very badly, I have blackmail material." Cassie heard him groan. "I was kidding. No one else needs to ever know that you fell asleep. On your wedding night. While I was in the bathroom." He groaned again, but Cassie knew that he trusted her. He sat down on the bed, and held his face in his hands.

"I bet you were putting on something really great. Something see-through."

"Uh-huh. I was."

"What do you want me to do now? I wouldn't blame you if you're angry. I can sleep on the couch, I guess." There was a heartbeat of silence.

"Or you could get undressed and come to bed." A longer second of silence.

"Now?" His voice squeaked a little bit and Cassie couldn't help but smile at it.

"Well, it is the middle of the night." A pause. A breath. "And I'm still wearing the something really great."

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Cassie stretched and rolled over in bed looking around at the room as the bright sunlight penetrated even the thick curtains. She knew that it had to still be pretty early because her body clock was still set for England time and her stomach was growling. She wanted breakfast. She turned back to her sleeping husband, stretching out her hand and ruffling his hair. He made some sort of indistinct grunting noise but didn't open his eyes. She took up the challenge and bent forward, placing a kiss on his bare shoulder and then another on his collarbone. When she reached his breastbone, she felt him move and knew he was awake. His hands grabbed her shoulders and he lifted her away from him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley."

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley." They smiled at each other shyly in the light. "I'm hungry. I'll need to be fed."

"I'm hungry, too. But not for food." Cassie raised an eyebrow.

"Again? How about we make a deal? You feed me – and in a while I'll try on something else really great." She sat up and pulled the sheet around her. George made a move to pull the sheet away, but she avoided his hands and reached for the phone. "Let me introduce you to something wonderful-"

"You already did that." His voice was low and suggestive and he pulled harder at the sheet.

"Naughty boy. I mean it. Room service."

"Room service? And it has something to do with the telephone?"

"Yes." She grabbed the menu from under the phone and thrust it at him. He scowled but took it and looked it over.

"What is room service exactly?"

"The Muggle equivalent of a house elf. Now tell me what we should have. I'll talk to them." The kitchen picked up and Cassie relayed George's order over the phone. She hung up a little later "It should be here in about 15 minutes." Cassie looked at the bathroom and considered her options. George was sitting up now, running his hands through his hair so that it was standing straight up on end in some spots. "You probably better throw on some clothes. They'll probably bring it in for us."

He winked at her with a broad smile. "Fifteen minutes? If we hurry, we can be out of the shower by then." Cassie's eyes opened a little wider. A shower together sounded . . . nice. But she wasn't sure they would actually manage to be dressed again in 15 minutes. And besides . . . she wasn't sure she was that brave yet.

"Uh, well . . . how about if you wait for the food and I go take a shower alone this time?" George looked less than thrilled at that idea, but he shrugged in apparent resignation as she awkwardly stood up from the bed, wrapping the sheet tighter around her. She blushed brightly as she stepped over her negligee and the wrap that went with it thrown down by the side of the bed and then over various articles of George's clothing like shoes and socks and shirt that he had practically ripped off last night after she had been bold enough to tell him to get undressed.

"If you're sure you don't want to share that huge bathroom, Cassie, why don't I go first, then I can wait for the food and let you take your time in there." She flushed bright pink as he stood up from the bed, apparently not as embarrassed about being starkers as she was. He winked as he passed her, grabbing something out of a suitcase. But she got him back.

"I don't know, George. Last time you told me to take my time . . . you fell asleep!" He laughed loudly, but didn't reply except to turn on the shower and invite her one more time to join him. A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom looking so delicious that Cassie was tempted to stick the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and let the food get cold sitting out in the hall. However, she knew she really needed to wash up. She certainly wasn't looking too attractive at the moment, so she gathered up her sheet modestly and tried to look graceful as she passed him. He stopped her and kissed her sweetly and she groaned as his tongue traced her lips. "I need to brush my teeth." His mouth tasted fresh and she was tempted to stay there and explore a little more but he patted her on the rear end and gave her a gentle push toward the bathroom.

"Get cleaned up so we can have breakfast. I can't have you fainting from hunger on our first day as wizard and wife, can I?" She grabbed some clothes out of the suitcase but before she shut the bathroom door and emerged from the sheet, she heard his protest. "I thought you were going to wear another one of those little see-through nightgowns?"

Cassie stood for a long time under the heat of the shower, letting it sooth all the sore, stiff places. She washed her hair and sighed in pleasure as all the fussy curls the hairdresser had put in two days ago vanished. She jumped in startled surprise as George knocked on the shower door.

"Hey, sweetheart, the food's here."

"It is?" She called loudly over the pounding water.

"Yes, and it looks good." She didn't know quite what to do. The obvious thing would be to get out of shower, but she hadn't brought a towel in with her. She considered just getting out in front of him and trying not to blush all over, but as she turned off the water, she realized she probably couldn't do that. She just wasn't used to this yet. She stood there for a minute trying to decide how to ask for a towel and then the door opened and an arm thrust one in to her. "Here you go. You sure you don't want company?"

"I'm done now."

"Well, you never can be too clean, I always say." She laughed and he joined in and then a moment later, she heard the bathroom door close. When she emerged from the bathroom five minutes later, George gave a loud wolf whistle from across the room. "Whoa! I didn't know you even owned clothes like that! Why haven't I seen those before?"

"I'm full of surprises." She was wearing shorts and a tank top. Neither was particularly immodest, but it was true that she had always been more covered in front of him before. That was partly because her mother had insisted and partly because she knew how much he had controlled himself before they were married, and she hadn't wanted to drive him insane. "It's hot here so . . . I've got a swimsuit, too. If you're a good boy, you can see it later."

They ate then, savoring the food and the company. It was nice being totally relaxed in front of each other, able to say and do anything they wanted to. They kissed a lot and fed each other strawberries and slices of peach. George let his hand wander under her top a few times and she smiled indulgently at him as his eyes flared with desire. He was only wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms, dark gray, made of a soft cotton material that was heavenly to touch. They tied and it seemed as though he had purposely tied them a little loose because they hung low on his hips which made them look like they were going to slide off any moment.

Cassie was just feeling comfortably full when George stood and piled all the dirty dishes back on the tray and shoved the cart back toward the door. "That's enough of that. I believe you promised me something." He opened the door and pushed the cart outside of it. Cassie walked up behind him as he shut the door and fastened the chain. When he turned around, she was right there and she pressed up against him.

"I did promise you something, didn't I?"

"Yes. You did. You're not going to back out of it now, are you?"

Cassie winked and grabbed a hold of the ties that held his pyjama bottoms up, then started backing into the bedroom again, tugging gently. He followed her, a look sparking in his eyes that she already recognized and loved. "I'd never do that to you. Trust me." She felt the bed behind her knees and sat down, smiling up into his shining eyes. She tugged a little harder on the ties and the knot came loose. She winked again. "I just want to say one thing about that. And that one thing is this: Come on, Wizard Boy, do some magic on me." George threw back his head and laughed and then proceeded to do exactly that.