6. Our home

31 March 1998

'Wake up, wake up, wake up!' Megan shouted, bouncing on their bed.

'Megan, seriously love. Unless you're bouncing around riding me, you do not need to wake me up that way. Now, it's 7.30am on a Saturday, please let me sleep.'

'Noooo, Georgeee we're going to see our house today! Our Home!' she cried.

George opened his eyes and looked at his fiancé, who was already fully dressed, she was cute when she was this excited.

'Please get up? Please?' she begged. 'I'm so excited!'

'I know you are, I can see that. Have you had coffee already?' he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

'No. Yes. Maybe.' She said.

'That'll be a yes then. You know coffee makes you hyper – I'm pretty sure you didn't need it today!'

'I did. I barely slept last night. Between shagging you until god knows what time and worrying about the house, I didn't get much sleep,'

'Why are you worried?' he asked, pulling her in for a hug.

'What if it's not the way we remember it? What if it's not liveable?'

'Everything will be fine.' He soothed, kissing her forehead 'We know it will be. Your just being anxious but I promise you it will be fine.'

'I hope so.' She sighed. 'Noo don't close your eyes again! We have to get up!'

'Megan, we don't get to see the house until 9am – we can literally leave at 8:59 am and get there on time!' he said, his eyes still closed. 'Please let me sleep? Works been so busy, I'm so tired.'

'Ok' she said, as she got out of the bed and made her way downstairs.

Megan knew she shouldn't be mad at George, but why wasn't he as excited as she was. Maybe he doesn't want to move in with you the voice in her head said. Maybe he regrets even asking you to marry him.

Megan felt herself welling up. Maybe the voice was right, and he would rather move back to the Burrow. Megan sat in the living-room for another hour, thinking about how George probably didn't want to be with her. She was still sat there, crying, when George came down.

'Hey babe, do you want some breakfast before we go?' he asked, sleepily.

Megan didn't answer, which was weird, so George stepped in to the living-room. He did not expect to find her crying her eyes out in front of the fire.

'What's wrong?' he asked, rushing over and kneeling in front of her.

'George, if you don't want to live with me, or marry me, you can tell me. I'll be sad, but I'll understand.'

'What?! Where did this come from?' he asked.

'I just wanted you to know that if you weren't happy with me, you can leave. I would rather you did it now before we moved into a house.'

'Meg, I love you. I'm not going anywhere! Well, apart from to our new house, with you.'

'But you weren't even excited.'

'Megan, I am excited. I promise you – but I am very, very tired. We've been working so much and when I come home, even when it's late, I want to spend time with you.'

'You're sure?' she asked, her voice quivering.

'Yes! Silly girl, of course I'm sure. Megan, where has this come from?' he asked.

'When I came down here, I was just thinking and a stupid voice in my head was making me anxious.'

'Hmm, well you know what you need to do? You need to tell that voice to fuck off.'

Megan smiled at him 'I'm sorry.' She whispered.

George didn't say anything but took her hand and led her to the kitchen. 'Breakfast.' He said, 'And no coffee for you.' He added, taking the coffee pot out of her hands.

'Right, no coffee. Don't need it. Need food though.' She smiled, eyeing up the pancakes George was making.

Ten minutes later she was eating pancakes with fruit – she wanted syrup, but George put his foot down as she was already hyped up.

'I'm soo glad your mother is Molly Weasley and that she taught you how to cook.' She said, in between bites.

At 08:55, they made their way to the floo. 'Ready to do this?' he asked her. 'Ready to go and see our home?'

'Definitely, let's do this!' she cried, getting into the fireplace.

Megan sighed as she wondered from room to room. 'It's so beautiful.' She gushed 'And it's all ours!' she cried, wrapping her arms around her fiancé. 'Thank you.' She whispered.

'For what?' he asked, confused. This house was as much hers as it was his.

'Just for being you.' She answered, smiling at him.

…

15th April 1998

It was moving day for Megan and George. They had officially got the keys for the house when they went to see it in March, but today was the first day they could move due to George's work schedule.

Megan was up in her room at her dads' house, staring around. It looked quite empty without all her stuff in it. The bed was staying, but everything else had been moved.

Megan sighed as she felt George wrap his arms around her. 'You ok?' he asked.

'Yeah.' She sighed 'Just can't believe I won't be living in this room anymore.' She said.

'I know, I felt like that when I emptied my room at the Burrow to move into the flat with Fred.'

'Is everything moved?' she asked.

'Yeah, I just took the last box over. Just waiting to be unpacked at the other end now.'

'We should go then I suppose. Ready to start our new life Mr Weasley?' she asked him, smiling.

'Can't wait, soon to be Mrs Weasley.' He responded. She loved hearing him refer to her as Mrs Weasley.

…

Megan and George soon settled into their cute 3-bedroom cottage; Megan had finished setting up the house while George worked the week after they moved in. One night, he had asked if he and Fred could use one of the bedrooms as a workshop. 'I don't mind' she answered, 'Does it mean you'll be here more often?' she asked, excited.

'Yeah, but it also means I'll be here so please, no sex on the kitchen table.'

Megan rolled her eyes and turned around to face Fred. 'My house, I'll have sex with my fiancé wherever I want.' She smirked.

'Fred, maybe you should go home now' George said.

'What? Why? I thought we were going to look at the room and see what we needed to do.'

'Yeah, but sex on the kitchen table sounds so much better.' He answered, winking at Megan, who giggled.

'Fuck sake. Yep, I'm gone. See you in the morning.' He said, rushing into the floo.

'Sex on the kitchen table?' she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 'Actually, sounds amazing.' She sighed, standing on her tip toes to kiss him. They had soon undressed each other, and he had lifted her on to the table, where they had amazing sex three times.

…

2nd May 1998

'Megan, please don't come. Please?' George was begging her.

'No way George, you're going off to fight in this war and I'm not sitting here waiting around for you. If I don't go, you don't go.' She said, stamping her foot.

'I can't not go. But if you come, I'll just be worried about you. Isn't that more dangerous for me?'

'Don't try to guilt me George. How is it fair that I sit here, worried about you and my family, not knowing what the fuck is going on, but if I come, I'm just making you worried. I'm going George, and I'm not arguing about it anymore.'

'Fine.' He seethed. He knew this was a mistake, but she was of-age and he really couldn't stop her going to Hogwarts to help fight.

…

Megan and George were split up once the fighting started. This scared them both at first, but soon they were busy duelling and concentrating on winning.

'Avada Ked-'

'No!' came a voice, pushing Megan to one side.

'HARRY! HARRY!' Megan shouted.

'I'm fine, I managed to duck when I pushed you out the way' he answered. 'Are you ok Megan?'

'I'm fine. We need to get our of here though.' She said. 'Harry, you should leave!'

'No. This ends tonight.'

Megan was in awe – he was so grown up. Then the voice came. Megan only caught some of it. 'You have 1 hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity.'

Dead. Of course, people would be dead. Megan gasped and ran to the great hall – she didn't know how any of her family was.

As soon as she ran into the Great Hall, she saw the Weasleys crowded around something. Someone.

'GEORGE!' She screamed, running to them. 'GEORGE!'

Megan stopped when she got to them, she saw George kneeling over someone; someone with the exact same face as his. The only difference between them was George's ear-injury.

Megan stared at her fiancé, he was crying his eyes out. She kneeled down opposite him and took his hand, squeezing it.

'I'm so sorry.' She choked out.

George didn't say anything. After ten minutes, Megan left the Weasleys to their grief as a family; she needed to find her dads.

She looked for ten minutes before she spotted them, in the corner of the hall. Remus was comforting a young girl she recognised as Lavender Brown. She looked like she had been ravaged.

'I'm so glad you're both ok.' She cried, hugging them. 'Will Lavender be ok?' she asked.

'I don't know' Remus said, sadly.

'Fred is dead.' She told them. They both stared, in horror, and she could see tears rolling down Sirius' face.

…

The rest of the battle was a blur for Megan; so many horrific things had happened. She knew Harry had won; Voldemort was finally gone. She knew there was a lot of dead people and she knew George would never be the same again.

The next night was a celebration and a memorial for all lost. George wasn't celebrating, obviously, but he was getting drunk. Megan joined him; she needed to forget what had happened.

Everyone stayed at Hogwarts that night and Megan and George, very drunk, made their way back up to one of the boys' dormitories. They were soon kissing each other and undressing each other as quickly as they could. They were soon having sex. It wasn't the same sex they usually had. It was drunken and clumsy and a bit empty. Nothing like their usual antics, which were more loving, occasionally rough (when she wanted it to be). It was only happening because they were drunk, and both felt like that was what they needed.

…

The next morning, Megan woke with a horrendous hangover. She felt a pang of sadness when she realised, she was alone in the bed. George was nowhere to be found in Hogwarts, so she made her way back to their house. He wasn't there either.

Instead of chasing him all over, she decided to wait at the house. She would be there for him when he came home.