Ch. 15 bodies withering
The snow capped castle stood camouflage with the white mountains that surrounded it. Students were wearing warmer clothes, and less and less stayed outside for longer than needed. Two wands had already snapped from the cold air and a Gryffindor first year had broken a leg from sliding down a mountain on accident. Students were becoming less interested with the upcoming promise of going home for Christmas and seeing family. Even the teachers seemed to become drifty and clumsy with the arriving holiday.
The owls were becoming few and far between, too cold to travel in the snow. This was by far the coldest winter that Hogwarts had seen in over one hundred years. Hot pumpkin juice was in high demand and heating pads were placed under each mattress by the secrete house elves, which Hermione was still trying to free. Quidditch was called off because brooms would become so rigid and cold that they would snap as the rider mounted it, Harry was extremely upset by this.
Large Christmas trees were placed in the great hall, the brightness from the trees not light but little white pixies. Professor Sprout and his choir sang holiday songs as the students' started their departure from the castle. The Weasley's never went home for Christmas, Harry and Ron playing wizards chess was a sign of this. Harry didn't like the Dursley's and so in trade Ron stayed. George had no reason to go home anyways.
George walked through the hall of the school walking towards the library to gather books for a potions project he had all break to work on. When he arrived at the library it took him all of an hour to find his books that he needed. He was supposed to meet Yvonne in less than ten minutes by the Great Hall; they were going to Hogsmeade for the day. George pushed his books into his bag and with a tap of his wand sent it flying to his common room and made his way towards the Great Hall.
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When he reached Yvonne he smiled at her. Everyone wore their Hogwarts robes, all except here. She was dressed in a crème color jacket with an orange sweater underneath it, a green and orange crocheted scarf around her neck and a green beanie on her head. Her long dark brown hair draped down her back in large curls. Her blue jeans were ripped in the latest American fashion and her feet were in brown Uggs. Yvonne smiled and hugged George who kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand, lacing her fingers in between his own. They were cold as ice.
"Yvonne, really, get some gloves, your hands are freezing." George said taking off his own to put on her hands.
"No, if you do then your hands will get cold. You might as well keep them on." She insisted.
"Then I will not wear them either." George said teasing her as he put his gloves in his jacket pocket.
"Oh fine." She said grabbing his gloves and putting them on her fingers. "So, where are we going to first?"
"Well I thought Hogsmeade." George said with sarcasm
"Well duh, I mean what shop?" Yvonne smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Well, I was thinking Honeydukes, hot chocolate and some fudge always hits the spot." Said George.
"Okay, ooh! What is that little café?" Yvonne pointed in the opposite direction.
"Oh, um…that's Madam Puddifoots, it's a really girly café, and you know, the mushy thing. You don't really want to go in there do you?" George asked.
"Of course not, I just wanted to see your reaction. Do you really see us in Madam Puddifoots? How about we head to the three broomsticks first, I could go for a hot butter beer, please?" Yvonne put on puppy dog eyes and stuck out her lower lip in a pouting motion.
"Fine with me." George said kissing her pouting lips. They walked into the three broomsticks; all the tables were full, except one in the very back. Yvonne grabbed a seat while George went to buy two butter beers. When he came back with two warm butter beers Yvonne kissed his cheek and started to drink her butter beer.
"Oh, this is good, much better than back home." She said taking another sip.
"Yeah, it's good." George said, tasting his too. "I'm glad you aren't going home for Christmas." George said.
"Only because if I did it would take half that time getting to my house, let alone coming back. I do miss my mom though, and my friends Debbie and Chelsey and Josh. Oh well, I will see them soon enough." Yvonne said.
Since their last fight, Yvonne and George had promised each other that they wouldn't speak of their future battle. It still was in the backs of both their minds, but since they stopped they started acting like regular teenagers again. George had reconciled with his siblings, except Fred. He and Ron and Ginny had become best of friends again.
"Well, speak of the devil." Said George as he looked up. Ron and Ginny walked in, Ron still a foot taller than his sister. They sat on the opposite side of the two.
"Hey bro." Ron said smiling. "What's up?"
"Not much, just sitting with Yvonne. Hey, where are Harry and Hermione?" George asked
"Oh, you mean the love birds." Ginny gagged. "They are in madam Puddifoots, I swear what a train wreck." She said.
"Is that because they are too mushy, or are u just jealous?" George asked. Ginny blushed. "What about you brother? I thought you liked Hermione?"
"Did George, did." Ron said.
"Oh well, stop sulking and get a butter beer. My treat." The two grabbed their beverages and talked with Yvonne and George for another hour before Yvonne and George left. Walking hand in hand down the roads. They had passed every store at least twice before decided on entering one.
"Oh, this looks cute, let's go in there." Yvonne said heading towards Zonko's
"Cant, it's closed up, see? They boarded up last year. It was my dream to own this place when I got older, before, you know my mom and all." George said walking slowly.
"Oh, oh well. So, want to go back to the castle, its freezing out here." Yvonne suggested.
"Yeah, lets. I'll make some hot cocoa and we can change out of these heavy clothes." Said George, grabbing Yvonne's hand once more and walking towards the large castle.
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They reached the castle, their coats dripping from the snow and cold weather. When they entered the common room the warmth was overwhelming and was welcomed.
"Oh thank goodness it's so warm in here. I am about to freeze my fingers off." Yvonne said. "Oh, time to change and put some music on." She said moving towards the bedroom.
Yvonne came back out in a blue sweater and some sweat pants and slippers, carrying a c.d. in her fingers. George was mixing hot chocolate and had just taken off his jacket. The c.d. player was opened and she put in a c.d. with a red cover. The music started to play. It was calm.
"Who sings this?" George asked, now used to her muggle music.
"Its Anna Nalik, oh, I love her music to death. It reminds me of Starbucks." George looked at her puzzled. "It's a muggle coffee shop. It's kinda like café music, and the smell of hot chocolate really reminds me of Starbucks." She smelled the air and took a cup of hot chocolate out of George's hands. Her hands were warmed at the touch. One sip and she was in heaven. "Mh, this is good." She said
"Thanks." He said back kissing her cheek. They sat on the couch, arm in arm, slowly sipping their drinks. George kissed Yvonne on the cheek, which was repeated by her to his lips. Sparks once again flew from their wands.
"I love when they do that." George said.
"I love when you do that." Yvonne said as they joined for another kiss. They sat their cups down and began to kiss slower and slower, deeper and deeper. They shifted positions, Yvonne now lying on the couch, George sitting on top of her, his legs on both sides of her hips, kissing her and holding her face in his hands. Anna Nalik kept playing in the back ground.
Deeper and deeper their kisses got, each separated by a quick breath from both parties and then once again reunited. Yvonne started unbuttoning George's sweater, slowly taking it off of him, leaving a wife beater, he then returned the favor by taking off her sweater. Both were stirring around kissing and removing articles of clothing. Taking off his wife beater, taking off her shirt, unzipping his pants, unclenching her bra, it was a frenzy of clothes. Until they were down to underwear. They kept kissing, not noticing that they were two seconds away from being fully naked in front of one another.
George reached for Yvonne's underwear, a purple thong with flowers on the back, slowly sliding it down until they were off. The same was for Yvonne, sliding the boxers off until both were left naked. Neither noticing, just wanted to intensify.
George began kissing Yvonne's neck and shoulders, following her collar bone, slow moans rushing under her voice. Lower and lower he kissed, arms, collar bone, at that moment he realized that she really was topless. He paused for what seemed like forever, but was only a second. It hadn't occurred to him that they were bother naked until that moment, then began again. Kissing each pink mountain, lightly licking the tops. Yvonne giggled, her eyes closed, obviously tickled. George smiled and rejoined her lips.
Both gave favors and were being favored. Kissing of stomach's and knees, arms and elbows, gratifying each other slowly with their mouths. Yvonne arching her back every time George would lick the inside of her. George moaning with every stroke of her hand on his member. All of this led up to the mounting pressure which was soon released. George mounted Yvonne. He pushed in, forgetting that she was a virgin. She screamed in pain. George had stopped for a moment, kissing and consoling her, but she refused to stop.
They started slow, going faster and faster with each passing minute. George thrusting in and out of Yvonne, both moving in a rhythmic motion, hips moving as one, bucking and kicking with each other. George always went harder and harder when he heard Yvonne moan and scream, hearing her say 'yes' and 'more' was an aphrodisiac all in its own. Both starting to feel the pressure, George knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He started going faster and faster, loosing Yvonne in his own animalistic want. Going so fast and so hard that he was leaving her behind. He never felt this way before, he wanted more.
Yvonne,with one large scream,had taken all she could and a half second later after not being able to go faster or harder George climaxed and spilled his juices inside her and with one large bellow that echoed, he dropped onto Yvonne's chest, both panting and sweating, falling asleep in each others arms.
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A week had passed, Christmas was here. Presents appeared under the tree in George and Yvonne's common room. Both got up and began digging through them. About five presents were wrapped in dark green and the other twelve were in purple. Yvonne was giddy with all the gifts, mainly for the names on them.
"Oh, its one from mom, and grandma, oh, and from Chelsey, oh I love Christmas." Yvonne said grabbing presents and opening them one at a time. The first one was from her mother, an IPod. Another was from her friend Chelsey, in addition to the always funny card was a stuffed animal, it was a Purple Pony Unicorn Clydesdale Pegasus. Yvonne laughed, the inside joke between then still lasted this long. The card had said from Johnny, yet another inside joke that Yvonne was proud to keep.
"What did you get?" Yvonne asked George.
"Well, just socks and candy." He said frowning as he looked at all the gifts Yvonne had received.
"Well, you have one more." Yvonne said, whipping out a small box. George opened it and laughed. It was a poem and at the bottom was a Zonko's toy.
"This poem is genius." He said laughing.
"Yeah I know, it took me all day to think it up, and that toy was hard to find." She said as she read the poem aloud:
"To the boy who makes me quiver
Always there to make me shiver
When my body needs attention
You have always been my pension
Your touch is totally cosmic
You make me orgasmic
You know what you do to me
And you know I like it
So why not get over here
And totally do me."
George laughed "With pleasure, no pun intended. But I have something for you too." He said reaching into his back pocket. He took out a small box and grabbed Yvonne's hand. "I am going to be horrible at this, I mean, well I love you, and I want to be with you always. Even though I know that we cant we both love each other. We gave ourselves to one another and I trust you with all of me and I hope you think the same way, and well, what I mean is…wait, can u stand up really quick." Yvonne put her hands over her mouth. She tried to hold back tears. "What I'm trying to say is" he grabbed her hand and opened the box. "Will you marry me?" He took the ring from the box and slid it on her finger. Yvonne was speechless and all she could do was nod. Finally after swallowing the lump in her throat she whispered yes.
"Yes, yes, Yes!" she exclaimed as she hugged him and kissed him. George twirled her around in a circle, neither had been happier. "Oh my god, that means I'm-" she paused. "We won't get the chance to marry one another. I'm supposed to…remember?"
"Yes, but I want you and only you, after this all happens I will never love anyone but you, and I hope you know this. I mean I know that we have only known each other for four months but if this prophecy thing is true, then I was only meant to have you and you were only meant to have me. And I love you." George started to choke up and Yvonne began crying.
"I love you too." She said kissing him and looking at her ring. It was a silver band and had a sapphire in the middle, surrounded by small diamonds in the sides, with a butterfly flying in the middle of the gem. 'Thank goodness for magic' she thought.
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Another month passed. It was now the end of January. Class was back in session and no one had more to worry about than Yvonne. "Oh Ginny, what am I going to do?" Yvonne fretted.
"Don't worry; I'm sure it's not that." Ginny said stroking Yvonne's hands in comfort.
"How can it not be that, oh god, Ginny don't you tell anyone, I swear I'm telling you this in complete confidence. Oh god, I hope it's not what I think." Yvonne said, her teeth chattering.
"How long has it been?" Ginny asked.
"It skipped twice, a month ago, and I should have started again last week. And that never happens. Oh Ginny. I can't do this." Yvonne started crying.
"Pull yourself together." Ginny said. "Now come on, you peed on it and we have waited forever, go look at it. Remember blue means yes and red means no." she said as she watched Yvonne enter the bathroom. Both were scared. What was happening? Ginny wondered. This was horrible. But he promised she would help, no matter what the problem.
"Oh god, Ginny!" Yvonne was quivering, and shaking. Ginny looked at the color. It was blue. "Ginny! I'm pregnant! I can't be pregnant. How am I going to tell George? Oh no-" Yvonne started blabbering.
"Calm down. Don't worry. It will be fine; you are getting married aren't you? Marriage usually leads to kids."
'Oh Ginny, if only you knew.' Thought Yvonne. The baby was a disaster. If she was pregnant then there would be nine months of carrying the child. The only problem was that there were only five months left until the solstice. "I have to tell George, but how?"
"Just be forward with him. What harm can be done, he will find out soon enough even if you don't tell him. Vomiting, bellies, and babies are a big sign of pregnancy."
"Oh yes Ginny, I am just going to walk right up to him and say "How was your day, mine was good, oh by the way, I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive, you're a daddy! I don't think so!"
"Fine, but I don't see how else you are going to tell him and the sooner you tell him the sooner it will be over, and he will be pissed if you tell him months from now." Ginny said. "I'm sorry I can't help you with this one." Ginny got up and escorted Yvonne back to her room and then left.
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An hour George came back into the common room. He greeted her with his usual kiss and embrace. "No, please." Yvonne said.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" George asked concerned.
"I don't know how to say this, I mean, well, oh god." Yvonne said as she started to cry.
"What? Is it the ring? What's wrong?"
"George, well, I mean, I'm pregnant." There, she said it, so why wasn't the weight just lifted off her shoulders? Why did it seem like a heavier burden?
"You're what?" George said in surprise.
"Pregnant, it's yours."
"Well I never doubted that, but how? Well I know how but I mean, why? We can't have a baby, well I mean, it takes nine months and there is only five and…"
"Yes, I know, I didn't mean to get pregnant." Their voices started to raise confusion and anger slightly erupting from both of them slowly.
"I need to take a walk, this is too much." George said. And with that he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. Leaving his pregnant fiancé alone and confused.
