Ch.14 Lamentations of forgiveness

They woke a few hours later; it was night when Yvonne looked outside her bedroom window. She smiled and looked back down at her George. Those few precious ours ago had dwindled George into a deep sleep. He had much to think about Yvonne lightly brushed his red hair from his eyes and looked down at him smiling, his lips piercing and eyebrow piercing taking away yet adding to his strange beauty. His eyes closed, his long eyelashes resting atop of his cheek, the rosy color of his cheeks starting to reappear after so long of it being pale.

Lightly she stepped off of the bed and into another room. There was a Quidditch game first thing tomorrow, Sunday. Hufflepuff verses Slytherin. From the rumors being spread, Hufflepuff had no chance. She, still in her pajamas, went into the main common room to watch television.

Yvonne loved being in her own dorm with only one other person, with all of her Muggle necessities. She missed America. She missed her friends. Mostly she missed her mother. School had only been in session for a month, the third of October being the date. She wondered what Halloween would be like without her this year. She would miss both her friend Josh and Debbie's eighteenth birthdays.

She flipped through the cannels and stopped on a Muggle Show, It was a music countdown. Yvonne looked at the clock, eight p.m. They had fallen asleep at four p.m. George should be rising soon, But she didn't feel like waiting so with the flick of her wrist and a small incantation a small dinner appeared by her side and she watched her television dhow until an hour later.

Yvonne took out a pencil and some paper and began to draw. She drew George, his face, body, everything. Every sketch and point was like an escape for her. She hadn't drawn in so long. It was beautiful. She could almost picture him perfectly. His face looking towards one side as he sat lunging forwards his profile bare, with his small arms crossed over his chest. A few strands of hair were in his eyes and his expression almost readable through his bold eyes.

As she drew a hand touched her shoulder and she felt weight added to her. It was George. He yawned and wrapped his arms around her neck looking at the picture she was drawing.

"Is that me?" he asked looking at it.

"M-hm" Yvonne replied. He kissed her cheek lightly and moved towards her. He sat next to her his head in her lap, and he closed his eyes and she stroked his hair gently.

"I'm sorry." He said finally breaking the silence.

"For what?"

"For today." He paused and sighed. "I didn't mean to show you off like that and I didn't mean to make you mad like that. I should have been nicer to you. I mean you're right. You are dying for me and I should be there for you and treat you like you should have been treated."

Yvonne smiled and looked down at him. "Don't worry about it."

"Did you mean, I mean, where you telling the truth when you said that you loved me?" Yvonne stopped stroking his hair and George sat up and stared into her eyes. Yvonne was taken back. She had thought she said that inside her head. How was she supposed to answer this question? She stumbled at her words.

"I…I mean…I thought…Yes." She finally said. "Yes, I did mean it." He smiled at her and for the first time kissed her deeply and slowly on her lips. There was no tongue, but a slow deep everlasting kiss that when they separated left a chemical spark from each of their wands. Yvonne smiled.

"I've never been kissed like that before."

"I never kissed like that before." George replied. They fell into an embrace again, kissing and feeling. Her hands around his hair, his tongue in her mouth, their hands both exploring the other ones body. He took Yvonne's hair tie out of her mess of long dark brown hair and watched as it fell down her back. Yvonne in turn flicked Georges red hair out of his eyes with a tender passion.

They began to kiss again, stopping briefly for air and the taking off of a shirt. They had moved towards the floor. Kissing on pillows and carpet. The television in the background hummed 'feels like today' by Rascal Flatts from the music countdown. Yvonne smiled lightly. She had always dreamed of this song. George started to move towards he neck, kissing and sucking as he felt down to the collarbone. Kissing each shoulder and arm. Fingers, toes, stomachs, legs, no area was left untouched. George lay on the floor, his shirt off and his boxer briefs the only thing remaining. Yvonne on top of him with her pink polka dotted bra and her matching boy shorts.

George began to take off Yvonne's bra, pinching the strands, piece by piece. A knock on the door and an entrance of a figure stopped them in their tracks.

"Every time."

Yvonne whispered as she reached for her clothes, George for his pants. The figure stepped in towards where they were. Yvonne scrambling for her pajama bottoms and her tee shirt, George was fully dressed. The figure laughed lightly.

"I see it is already coming into effect." Said Dumbledore.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry." Said Yvonne finally clothed and red at the face from embarrassment.

"Do not be, dear child. This was meant to happen. Just not this early." He said with a weak smile. "I came to talk to you two. Miss Avalbane seems to have told you the rest of your prophecy Mr. Weasley. I am sorry to inform you, but this is what is going to happen, in two short years." George nodded lightly. "I have also come to tell you both that you will not be allowed to attend the Quidditch game tomorrow."

"What? Why?" Asked George.

"Do not talk, tomorrow both of you will be taking additional lessons from Professor McGonagle. Do not worry George; you will be able to play your games, but Miss. Avalbane, you must take lessons from both Professor Snape and Professor McGonagle. Professor Snape will teach you both Occlumency and Professor McGonagle will teach you both to become animagus. You will find out why in a few weeks to come. That is all. Now, both you should be getting to bed it is late. See." The headmaster pointed towards the clock. It had said ten p.m. Neither of the two where tired, but they pretended to go to bed, in George's room.

All through the rest of the night George whispered sweet nothings into Yvonne's ear. Yvonne's smiled and kissed his hands and fingers through the rest of the night as she listened to his breath even out and as he fell of sleep.

Through the rest of the night Yvonne's thoughts lingered towards George. She kissed his hands one last time before closing her eyes and whispering "I Love You." With those few words Yvonne wrapped herself under covers wrapped in the warmth of George's bare arms and together, both fell asleep again in each others arms.