Hey everyone! Since Christmas was yesterday, I'm giving you guys a new chapter. And if you celebrate another holiday, Happy Holidays! Starting with this chapter I'm just going to start asking random questions. You can answer them or not with a review. Also a small warning a very fluffy chapter :D!
Q: What's your favorite thing about the Holidays?
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After the incident with the intruder, Hermione and George decided to tell Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They ended up telling everyone in the Weasley family.
To say the least, they were shocked. They decided to formulate a plan just in case the intruder came back or worse. Weeks passed and with them came Halloween, weddings, and birthdays. It was the middle of December and the air was filled with cheer. It was the first Christmas in a long time that Hermione didn't have worry, well didn't have to worry about Old Voldy and his followers. She didn't have to look over her shoulder while buying presents. She didn't have to worry about Harry having a dream that something horrible was going to happen. She most definitely didn't have to worry about someone dying because of Voldemort anymore. Hermione did have to worry about other things.
December was ending soon and when December ended so did the marriage law time frame. In the letter she had received back in June, it was made clear that she was to be married by the six month time frame or else severe consequences were going to occur. Everything was planned, down to what they were going to serve for dinner. The date was vastly approaching. Hermione and George decided to get married on the 30th that way Christmas was out of the way and New Years wasn't for another two days.
But that was a couple of days away. Today was December 24th, Christmas Eve. Hermione was dressed in a fluffy red robe wondering what to wear. Molly and Arthur were hosting a party and had invited them to come. Hermione decided on a red dress that Ginny had bought her as a birthday present. It was a short sleeved and hugged her curves in all the right places. It ended just below her knees and flowed elegantly behind her. She was finished getting ready when there was a knock on her door. "Mya, can I enter?" said the voice behind the door. "Sure George!" Hermione slipped on her heels, Ginny insisted she wear them, and heard the door creak open. "Mya, why are you taking so fre-" George stopped mid sentence when he saw Hermione.
She looked up and smiled. "So? How do I look?" George's eyes looked Hermione up and down. She looked beautiful. He saw how the dress hugged her body perfectly, how her heels made her legs look miles long, and how her unruly curly hair was alive and bouncy yet tamed. "Ugh, you look ugh.." he stuttered, trying to get the right words out. Hermione crossed her arms against her chest and smirked at George. Her eyes lighting up with amusement. "What? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed and walked pasted George as he straighten up. He grabbed her wrist gently and spun her around. They were now inches from each others faces. He leaned down and Hermione closed her eyes as she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "You look beautiful Hermione." His breath made her shiver.
George straighten up once more and walked out of the room smiling, leaving Hermione stunned in silence for once. She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Hurry up Mya! We're going to be late!" Hermione checked herself one more time and took a deep breath. "I'm coming!" she yelled before closing the door behind her.
Everyone was gathered around the dinner table, waiting for the delicious food Molly had prepared. Hermione and Ginny were helping Molly out while everyone else was talking about various things. Dinner was wonderful, as always, and everyone was in the den listening to Harry and Ron tell their latest story about an Auror assignment. "So the bloke was running as soon as we showed up. We had no idea why because we were just you know there to question him. Turns out he thought we were the muggle police that wanted to arrest him because of how many parking tickets he had ." Ron told as some of the members started to laugh. "He was one weird bloke." added Harry.
George stood against the door frame watching. This is what he missed, celebrating without having to worry about someone trying to blow them up. "Hey Forge?" George looked to see his Fred calling him over to play Exploding Snap. "Hey George, can you h-" Hermione had entered the room when everyone around them went silent. "What are you wonkers staring at?" Fred was smirking and if Fred was smirking it wasn't a good sign. "Oh nothing dear brother, just look up." To both of their confusion Hermione and George looked up to see mistletoe right above their heads. "Oh." Hermione said, finally realizing what the fuss was about.
Fred started to chant, "Kiss!" and everyone else followed. "We aren't going to bloody kiss if every-" George had swooped down and brought his lips to Hermione's, shutting her up. Everyone was cheering and Fred even whistled. They separated, both of their faces red. "Well now that you guys are feeling awkward towards each other my job is done. Your welcome!" Fred said and everyone started laughing at his joke, even George and Hermione. Around midnight after everyone said their Goodbyes and Happy Christmas, they started to leave.
Hermione and George had changed into more comfortable clothing and sat in front of the television watching Christmas specials. Her head was rested upon his shoulder and she was snoring softly. Hermione had fallen asleep after about an hour into Jack Frost. George smiled down at Hermione. His arm was around her waist, his head on hers, her arm draped across his chest. It was perfect. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I love you Hermione." He couldn't help it. George just needed to say it and since she was asleep, Hermione probably wouldn't even remember or hear it. Her body shifted but her lids stayed close. George released a nervous breath of air.
It was getting late so George decided to take Hermione to bed. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her room. George settled her into bed and wrapped the covers over her body. He turned off the light was almost out the door when he heard a voice. "I love you too George." It was a soft whisper, so soft that George thought he imagined it. That didn't stop him from closing the door and smiling all the way to his bed, humming a little tune while he walked.
Hermione laid still on the bed. She had woken up to the feeling of something warm near her ear. She heard George whisper the words she had been dying to hear for a long time now. Hermione pretend to stay asleep not to scare George. She was contemplating if she should answer him back or just pretend it never happened. As George laid her in her bed, Hermione had made her choice. She whispered back her answer. Hermione smiled knowing a pressure that had been weighing over chest was now lifted. She drifted off to sleep with a smile gracing her face.
"Hermione! Wake up, it's Christmas!" George came in yelling and started jumping on Hermione's bed. She glared at him and then proceeded to push him off the bed. He landed with a loud thud. "Ow! What was that for?" He said while rubbing his head. George had landed head first. "Because you didn't have to yell and wake me up. I was doing this thing called sleeping George!" She got off her bed and offered George a hand. "Now come on, It's Christmas!" Hermione ran out and George just stared after her. She poked her head back into her room. "Well are you coming or not?" George grinned and ran after Hermione.
George and Hermione apparated to the Burrow. The house was packed and everyone was happy. After a big breakfast the family gathered around the Christmas tree. Molly passed around the presents. Hermione received a bunch of chocolate and sugar quills from Harry, Ron, and Fred which was great, her sugar stash was getting low. She got a weird but pretty looking necklace from Luna. Luna had told her it was meant to bring luck. Ginny had gotten her a new blouse and a charm bracelet. Hermione was given a navy blue jumper with a black H on the front. Bill, Percy, and Charlie gave her books about ancient artifacts and dragons. The only person she didn't receive a gift was from George.
Snow had covered the ground the previous night and the twins had taken it upon themselves to get everyone together to have a gigantic snowball fight. It was Hermione, George, Harry, Luna, Ron, and Ginny against Fred, Bill, Percy, Fleur, Charlie, Angelina. Hermione and George's team had won in the end. They all went back inside where Mrs. Weasley had prepared them cups of hot chocolate. Later they had a wonderful Christmas dinner and more people came to join them like Andromeda and Teddy.
Hermione grabbed her coat and walked outside. The cold wind stung her cheeks and the snowflakes landed in her hair. She walked along the narrow path that lead to her favorite tree. he could hear footsteps behind her. "Hey George." Hermione didn't even turn around. George stood next to the tree. "Hey, what are you doing out in the cold?" She ignored George's question and took out her wand. Hermione melted the snow under the tree so that they could sit and put a heating charm around them. She sat down and patted the seat next to her, inviting George to sit.
"It was getting too hot in there. So I came here." George nodded understanding perfectly. They stayed in comfortable silence for a while with her head resting upon his shoulders and arms around her torso. Hermione wanted so badly to ask if he really did say three words the night before but she couldn't find enough courage to do so. 'Yeah some Gryffindor I am.' Hermione thought. 'Well it's now or never.' Hermione finally decided and she lifted her head. "Is something wrong Mya?" She could hear the concern in his voice. "Yeah I just need to ask you a question." She said in a whisper. "Okay go ahead."
"Did you really say I love you yesterday." For a second Hermione thought he didn't hear her. Her voice was small and a little shaky when she spoke. George thought he heard wrong himself but when he looked at her, he knew she actually did say it. George didn't know what to say. 'Say the freaking truth!' said a voice, sounding a lot like Fred, in his head. "Yes, yes I did." George finally said. Hermione glanced at his face to see if he was actually joking. His face was solemn. "I think I have for a long time now. It's just I thought you loved Ron. We all did. Hell I even saw you guys kiss at the battle! Now, now I know that I love you for sure," George was looking down, fumbling with his hands.
Hermione remained silent waiting for him to finish. "I heard you whispered it back yesterday. Was that true?" George finally lifted his head. "Yes." George had raise his hand to cup Hermione's cheek. "Mya, I love you." He leaned in a kissed Hermione passionately on her lips. Hermione brought her arms and wrapped them around his arms. They soon separated for air. "I love you too George. If you haven't noticed." Hermione said with a smile. George laughed but stopped abruptly. "I wanted to give you this." He pulled out a box and handed it to Hermione.
She opened it to find a necklace. It had a silver chain and the pendant was a pink sapphire, Hermione's birthstone. " Oh Merlin, it's beautiful George." George took the necklace out of Hermione's hand and clasped it around her neck. "Thank you." Hermione grabbed George into a crushing hug. "Merry Christmas Hermione." George whispered. "Merry Christmas George." Hermione brought her arms back up around George's neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
WOW! That's a lot of fluff. I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas. Right now I'm on Christmas vacation so I could probably put up another chapter by New Years. Well thanks for all the support guys and I should tell you, there are only a few chapters left before the end of the story. I know it makes me sad too. Anyways, I hope you guys have a great holiday vacation and Happy Late Christmas!