Disclaimer: I so obviously do not own any of this, the woman who does would likely not approve…

A/N: Here we have it. We find out what happened to Ginny, as well as hear a bit more about what has been happening at the school. Things are getting more heated with the war and Kingsley and George will have a few battles, figurative and literal, that they will have to face soon. As always, thank you so so so so much for your support. Thank you for reading, reviewing, adding this to your favorites and your alerts. It really does mean a lot to me! Without further from me…

On with the story!

*fresh new lily*

The color drained from George's face as he continued to twirl the bracelet around his wrist. "It's Ginny. One of the Carrow's caught her trying to sneak out one of the passageways to Hogsmead. I don't know what she was thinking. They sealed the passage, and…and…They 'Crucio'd' my baby sister Kings."

Kingsley looked deep into the cool blue depths of his lover's eyes as brought his arms around him to hold him close. He hated the way they had lost some of their spark with the news of his sister. He tried to think of something to say, some way to comfort the man who had been more than a simple balm on the pain he had to live with because of this war. He wasn't even entirely sure how George had come across his information, but knew better than to second guess him. "George, we will figure something out. You can contact her, can't you? She got word to you somehow." Kingsley was trying to wrap his mind around everything and come up with some sort of solution to the problem currently plaguing George.

George, who was blinking rapidly in a futile effort to stave off his tears, fiddled with the gold bracelet on his wrist. "The bracelet. It used to be my coin for the DA. Hermione, smart witch that one, well she managed to use the 'Protean Charm' on a bunch of Galleons, and then she would charm hers with the date and time for our next meetings so that we could sneak around. Think she said something about getting the idea from the Dark mark or something. Oh well." George was rambling, attempting to come to grips with the words he had read on his bracelet. "Well, with things as bad as they were this year Ginny, Neville, and Luna decided it was time to get the D.A. up and running again, and While Fred and I can't be there for the meetings we agreed that it would be good to keep in contact with them through the coins. It's like having eyes inside the school. Well, carrying around Galleons all the time when you run a shop like ours is pretty barmy. I mean, Fred nearly forgot his next to the register and Verity was about to add it to out Gringotts deposit one night. That's when we came up with the idea of the bracelets. Tricky bit of Transfiguration that was too. Can't tell you how many Galleons we lost trying to get it right. It was easy enough to get the bracelets we needed if we didn't care to keep the charm intact or the writing from being a jumbled mess. Took us ages, but we finally got it to work and now have these." He held up his wrist for Kingsley to get a better look at the bracelet.

Kingsley twisted the gold band around George's slender wrist. The writing was still clearly visible. 'WWW Red cap in pass to h. ALL PASS SEAL. Red C'iod – will upd.' "I take it the message was sent from another member of the group then," Kingsley stated, wishing he had more to offer.

George snapped his hand away from Kingsley's grasp in frustration and jumped up and off the bed. Kingsley had to force himself to keep his eyes on his naked lovers face as he bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently, having the unfortunate, or fortunate depending on your point of view, effect of causing his bits and baubles to swing between his rigid thighs. Georges pained voice was enough to keep Kingsley's mind firmly on the situation and not the firm body threatening to tear his attention away. "Yes. Neville, I would guess. He's the de facto leader there. He's the oldest of course, and he has really come into his own. Do you know Neville?" he asked, curious suddenly if Kingsley even knew who any of his friends or peers were.

Kingsley cocked his head for a moment to think. "Longbottom isn't it?" At Georges nod he went on. "Ah, well, I obviously know Augusta, not well mind you, but she has called in quite a few complaints over the years. We also have run across one another once or twice at the odd function. Frank and Alice though, Neville's parents, were only a year ahead of me in school. We were rookies together in the Auror Corps. Although they were a year ahead of me in training, we were paired a few times in training missions with old Mad-Eye. They were good people. I imagine their son is as well. I know there had been talk within the inner circle of the Order to keep an eye on him for recruitment. Minerva and…and Snape, they were against it. Snape especially had plenty to say about the boys failings but Dumbledore was fairly adamant that he be observed more closely. Perhaps he was onto something after all. Do you know when you might hear more from him about Ginerva?" he asked, hoping not to further upset George who seemed to calm a little with his exposition on the Longbottoms.

George walked the few steps back to the bed and sat dejectedly on its edge, with his head hung low, cradled in his hands. "No. Hopefully soon. We have to figure something out. Luna was taken right off the train when they all went home for Christmas. I can't let that happen to Ginny too. So far she has tried to stay out of too much trouble. I know it hasn't all been easy, and the lot of them have been working hard at keeping unnoticed as they go about trying to undermine Snape's authority there. Neville though, he takes the fall every time, and he can't seem to keep his mouth shut either. He seems to like to rile up the Carrow's. I know he's been under 'Crucio' a few times, cut up too. I just…this is my baby sister you know. I can't even think about what they might do to her. Word is the brother, Carrow that is, Amus or whatever…"

"Amycus," Kingsley supplied grimly.

"Yeah that one. Well from what I was able to get he has 'special' detentions for some of the girls. He caught two of the seventh year girls in a rather uh…intimate situation, and decided to have them serve detention. Ginny's message said he would petrify one while he went at the other and then switch, making them watch. Sick fucks! That is not going to be my sister Kings. I have to get her out of there," he exclaimed.

Kingsley felt like he would be sick. There had been worry all around about what would happen to the students with Death Eaters in the castle. About the only good news was that there had yet to be any killings, otherwise it was a nightmare. Kingsley knew it would kill George if the same fate should befall his sister, but for now all they could do was wait for more information and try to formulate a plan.

"George, love," Kingsley intoned as he scooted closer to George, moving to frame his creamy white thighs with his own dark ones. Kingsley began to knead at George's tense shoulders hoping to sooth him at least a little. "We will get her out of there. If nothing else comes up we can work on our own extraction from the train over Easter break. It's little over two months from now. I know it seems like a long wait, but it might be our best shot to get her out safely. In the meantime why don't you tell me more about the bracelet? Do you think this is something we could utilize? It would be nice to have a better means of communication among those of us in the Order," Kingsley prompted, hoping that distracting George with Order business might serve to take his mind off his sisters injuries until they received more information, which would hopefully come soon.

George relaxed a bit under Kingsley's firm touch. He leaned back more, gleaning as much solace from Kingsley's touch as he could. "I don't know, making or buying bracelets should be easy enough, and then the 'Protean Charm' isn't too bad, the problem I have been having is figuring out how to get them to support cross communication. So far I can only get the one 'master' piece to send messages to all that are connected to it, but I can't figure how to allow all the pieces to communicate with each other. I don't know how they managed to link all the coins, Hermione hadn't even figured that, or didn't bother. Messages on these are too scanty to even try to have someone teach it to me that way," he explained. It would be nice though in theory if he could work it out. At the time he had been more concerned with keeping tabs on Ginny and not their possible uses for the Order.

Kingsley continued to work on the knots in George's neck and shoulders as he thought about the possibilities. "George. What if we didn't use jewelry? would something like a notebook work?" he asked, trying to think of ways of bettering the amount of communication possible as well as figuring out the problem of the 'master' as George called the main communication device.

"I suppose so, although I would still only know how to make the one 'master' but I think that I could get it to work so that what I wrote in one notebook would show up in another. Of course, they have to be duplicates, and it would be rather cumbersome for Order members to have to carry around a bunch of notepads to communicate with each other all the time. I will see what I can come up with though…oh…that feels good," he moaned as Kingsley's fingers found a particularly tight knot and began to kneed expertly.

Kingsley smiled, glad that he was helping to relieve some of George's stress, even if it was only the stress he carried in his shoulders. "I think it would be a good idea to have something in place. Eventually we are going to have to get word out of where to be when the battle happens. A 'Patronus' message is fine when everyone is all together like at the wedding, but it wouldn't do much good when we are all separated doing our part in this fight. We need a way to contact everyone. You can do this George. I can help. For now though…" Kingsley placed soft kisses along George's shoulder blades and up his neck, coming to run his tongue lightly along the outline of the scar that marked where his ear had once been before Snape had cut it off with a poorly aimed 'Sectumsempra'. Kingsley couldn't have been more pleased by George's reaction.

George for his part couldn't believe the sensations Kingsley was causing in his body. It was wrong almost, to be so content in the arms of his lover when he should be figuring out a plan to save Ginny. But Kingsley was right, there was nothing to do for the moment but wait, and he knew that Kingsley was just trying to take his mind off of it while he could. When Kingsley's warm tongue grazed the tender scar tissue on the side of his face George gave in and decided to be swept away in the moment until his wrist burned with a new message. He couldn't help the squeak that escaped his throat at the intimate contact to what had once been his ear. That injury had always been a difficult one to bear and he had found himself using every joke and pun imaginable to cover-up for his insecurities about the ugly hole on the side of his head. The way Kingsley's tongue was swirling around the soft, fresh, scars was so unlike anything he had felt before and took away all of that insecurity. He moaned as he tilted his head back and to the side, allowing Kingsley better access to the scar and his neck. In the back of his mind though his worry about his sister was still plaguing him. "We shouldn't," he told Kingsley breathlessly, not even believing the words himself but feeling like he needed to say them so he could at least say that he had tried to focus on Ginny.

Kingsley ran the tip of his tongue leisurely down George's neck, stopping at the point where his neck met his shoulder to scrape his teeth lightly across the tender and heated flesh. "Let me take your stress away," he whispered deeply.

George just let out another moan as he leant back fully into Kingsley's strong embrace. Kingsley's hands decided to abandon their work on George's shoulders and instead set out to memorize the feel of every inch of George's skin. Kingsley ran his hands slowly down George's arms and then back up again, moving in to skate across George's chest, still amazed at the strength he found there despite George's thin frame. He continued to glide his large hands over George's torso, tracing the definition of each of his ribs. He could feel the steady beating of George's heart, thumping in his chest. What would he do if that heart ceased to beat by the end of this war? He didn't want to contemplate such a possibility, not now. Not when George was so alive and warm under his fingertips. His hands moved lower caressing the taught skin over his abs as they tapered down to a v above pelvis. He felt over the hard jutting points of George's hips reveling in the way George squirmed back against him as his fingers grazed a ticklish spot. Kingsley laughed a deep laugh that reverberated through George's body.

"That tickles," George told him quietly. "Thank you Kings. I know that if you weren't here right now I would be out of my mind with worry. You have no idea what it means to me that you are here. You are so good Kings. So good, feels so good here," he whispered as Kingsley's soft touches lulled him nearly to sleep.

Kingsley, who was resisting the urge to thrust his hardened member into the hot groove between George's arse cheeks decided to reposition them on the bed so that George could get some much needed rest while they waited for more news. Kingsley kissed George softly on the neck before removing his hands from George's stomach so that he could leverage himself as he scooted back on the bed.

George groaned unhappily at the loss of contact and pouted as he turned over to crawl back to the head of the bed so he could snuggle back up against Kingsley. He was happy to see Kingsley immediately open his arm out to him in an invitation and George was quick to crawl up and rest his head on the older man's chest, draping his arm across his stomach and letting the gentle 'thum thum – thum thum' of Kingsley's heart sooth him to sleep.

Kingsley ran his hands gently through George's soft red hair as he slept soundly on his chest. He watched his young lover sleep, the worry gone from his face as he peacefully slept. He was such a beautiful man. It was what had initially caught his attention with George, years ago on the day of the twins' initiation into the Order, just the day after they came of age. At the time he couldn't help the lewd thoughts that entered his brain about the twins. He was a gay man and they were beautiful, on first sight there was no distinguishing between them. At first it was nothing more than lustful fantasies about two perfect young men sharing his bed for the night, similar to how a straight man might salivate over a pair of buxom blondes. It wasn't until he observed them more closely that he felt something pulling him to George. He could sense the more serious side lingering under the gaily laughing façade of a jokester. He was terribly brilliant; a fact that hadn't changed with the knowledge that he had failed to complete his NEWTS. There was something slightly softer about George when compared with Fred, it wasn't easily noticed, but when you were looking it was there. He was the first to rise to someone's defense and there was something that shone in his eyes when he spoke passionately. As time went on Kingsley had found himself more and more drawn to the young man, and not just for his beauty he realized because Fred failed to hold his attention. He found himself seeking him out for light conversation during the night at Grimmauld after meetings when Fred would disappear to meet a girl. They would talk of nothing in particular and never for long back then. But he could remember so easily now how he had started to fall for George in those quiet moments late in the dark house that served as headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.

The house was unbearably hot as Kingsley made his way down to the kitchen. He had been asked to stay a few nights while assignments kept several of the adults out late or all night. The children were all staying in the house for the summer and Harry had been particularly sullen. Most nights were fairly predictable in the old house; Molly and Sirius would scream at one another over his childish behavior and his drinking habits, and she would blame him for Harry's less than stellar moods. Sirius would fire back with insults to her uptight demeanor and mollycoddling of every child ever born. Hermione no doubt would be in the library working on essays yet to be assigned for a school year that had yet to start. Harry would be brooding in his room while Ron played Wizards Chess by himself in a corner trying to draw Harry into conversation. Ginny spent much of her time in the room with boys, trying to help her brother get Harry to talk, or she was alone in her own room writing in her diary, about Harry no doubt. Fred and George, if both were there, liked to sneak about the house seeing what mischief they could cause and what secrets the old house held that they could uncover. they reminded him very much of young Sirius Black and James Potter in that way, sneaking about the castle late at night to see what secrets she held.

It was however the nights when Fred would have a date that Kingsley waited for. On those nights George could be found in the kitchen sipping slowly at some of the Fire Whiskey from Sirius' stock and reading comics. He knew that was where he would find George that night; he had heard Fred mention meeting someone named Katie earlier in the day. As he pushed the door open he wasn't surprised to find George sitting there at the table with his feet up. That was to be expected, however he hadn't been prepared to find Georges long pale legs exposed beneath a ratty pair of cut-off denim shorts. He was wearing a simple white vest that was clinging to his toned chest that was damp with sweat. Kingsley was glad for his heavy robes despite the heat because they served to hide the proof of his arousal at seeing the young man so bare and sweaty.

Kingsley took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. "Hello there George," he said stiffly as he walked to the icebox and withdrew a cold Butterbeer.

George looked up from the comic book he was reading and smiled brilliantly at the older man. "Oi Kingsley, i'nn'it a bit hot for all those robes man? No one here's gonna raise a fuss if you shed a few layers you know. Least of all me," he said laughingly.

Kingsley had to tell himself that George didn't mean anything by it; he didn't care to see him in less layers. He was just being polite. He was right though, aside from the aching hardness between his legs that he was hoping would soon deflate enough so as not to be noticeable, not that George was likely to look at his crotch anyhow he reminded himself. "Right you are George. It is rather hot tonight isn't it." deciding to take the topic off the heat which only made him think of the sweat glistening on George's pale flesh he decided to ask George about his choice in reading material. "Are those muggle comics?" he asked.

George looked confused for a moment, and at first he thought it might be at the sudden change in topic, but when a huge smile graced George's face he didn't much mind what the cause of the confusion was, it obviously made George happy. "Oh, this?" he asked waving the book a little to indicate the book with the word 'Beano' written in pretty large red letters, and something about featuring 'Minnie the Minx'. "Yeah, well, it's Harry's. I kind of borrowed it. Not too bad really. It's about…ah…there's this bloke who…well and this girl she…"Kingsley was smirking at him as he tried horrendously to come up with some sort of a story line to the book he was supposedly reading. "Kingsley, can you keep a secret?" he asked.

Kingsley smiled at him and wondered what kind of a secret there could be about a comic book. "Of course," he told him honestly, feeling a lightening inside of him knowing that George wanted to share a secret with him.

George scrunched up his face as he tilted his head back and forth in a show of embarrassment, and then after looking around to make sure no one was lurking in the shadows he looked up and locked eyes with Kingsley's for just a brief moment before looking down at what was held in his hand. Within a matter of seconds he released his grasp on the comic book to reveal a copy of 'Advanced Transfiguration to Transmogrify Your Truth' "It's a bit on the existential side, but it has some great theories in it. I just, well, I have a reputation to uphold and all that. And besides, if 'Mione caught me reading this she would be hounding me with questions and opinions. I love the little bird alright, but when she gets going on her books, she's an unstoppable force, and a bossy one at that," he laughed.

So did Kingsley, who realizing his erection had waned peeled off his outer robes and jewel toned long-sleeved button down shirt to reveal an equally sweaty and clingy black vest. "I suppose I was a bit hotter in all of that than even I realized," he murmured as he took a seat. "I can see your point about Miss Granger, she is voracious in her pursuit of knowledge," he intoned warmly, his voice deep and carrying a hint of a chuckle.

George smiled warmly, happy at how easy he found it to talk to the older man. "Yeah, but she is growing into a pretty little bit that one. Give Ron a year or two for his bollocks to drop and let him get the nerve to actually chat her up a bit and he'll have a right fit bird on his hands. A feisty little bossy thing sure, but who's he to complain," he exclaimed happily.

Kingsley, taking his chances decided to ask the obvious question. "So why don't you just go after her then?"

George was in the middle of sipping his Fire Whiskey and nearly sputtered it across the table. "Ha, not bloody likely. I don't think she's my type, besides; she's Ron's far as I can see, and she just doesn't know it yet. 'Sides, mum would likely box my ears if I even thought about sweet little 'Mione," he told him, rubbing a finger over one of his ears imagining the pain his mum would cause.

Kingsley laughed at his obvious fear about his mother's wrath, not that he would blame him. Molly Weasley was not someone you wanted to upset. "Sorry, I just, well you never go out like Fred does, I thought that maybe you had your sights set a little closer to home," he stated, trying to hide his obvious interest in George's preferences.

George laughed again. "Fred always was a ladies man; I am more the wing man really. I guess I just get a bit bored by it all. And girls are so damned high maintenance and I tend to say the wrong things and muck it all up anyhow. If on the other hand I play the part of devilishly handsome twin who's simply got high standards that no one can meet…well that's a different story," he explained.

Kingsley laughed at George's explanation. So maybe he wasn't gay, not that it mattered really. Whatever horribly inappropriate thoughts he was having about his friend's son were going to go away soon enough anyhow. For the time being though he found him to be a great conversationalist and soon the two fell easily into a conversation about the book George was actually reading. Kingsley told him that he never truly excelled at Transfiguration, but was more than fair with Potions, Arithmancy, and Defense. George confided in him that he was working on some projects without Fred that were more attuned to defense than their usual wares, while Fred was working more on the Edible Dark Marks and the like that served to really undermine old 'MouldyWorts' as George had called him.

They talked openly and freely into the early hours of the morning before Kingsley noticed George stifle a yawn and suggested that the younger man get some sleep.

That all seemed so long ago now. How he had hated himself for lusting after Arthur's son. Talking to him though brought on all new emotions that he hadn't wanted to acknowledge lest they grow. Now, lying naked in bed with George sleeping so peacefully curled into his side, his head on his chest, arm slung over his waist, and a leg that had at some point managed to come up and over to nestle between Kingsley's, he knew he couldn't give this up.

Kingsley finally gave up and slept for a few hours with George until soft fingers were lightly caressing the strong line of his jaw and light kisses were peppering his chest. Kingsley blinked groggily and looked down at his red headed lover as he smiled against his chest. "Morning George."

George sat up and looked lovingly at Kingsley. "Good morning lover. I got a message just a few minutes ago. Ginny's doing alright, and has promised to fly under the radar as much as she can till we can think of a way to get her out. Neville's in charge of the resistance and he won't back down, but he wants her out of it and safe. I agree, so I think if we can we should do like you said, work on an extraction from the train. It's the safest, then she can hide out here with us," he explained.

Kingsley looked contemplative for a moment before he finally spoke. "It sounds like a good plan. If Ginerva can stick with it that is. Why don't I go make us some breakfast and we can spend some time together before I have to head out?" he offered.

George looked like he had fallen in love at that moment. "You cook?" he asked.

Kingsley laughed and shook his head. "Yes George, I can cook. I have lived on my own for nearly twenty years now, it was either that or go broke eating out. I happen to like my money, so I learned to cook," he told him, realizing he should have cooked for him sooner. The phrase 'There is no quicker way to a man's heart than through his stomach' was never truer than when said about a Weasley.

A little while later the two men shared a breakfast of pancakes and eggs with kippers. They talked happily of nothing in particular until their plates were cleared and Kingsley had to say goodbye.

"I wish you didn't have to go," George told him, holding tight to the front of his shirt.

Kingsley kissed the top of his head. "I know George, and it will likely be spring before I can get any time to meet with you, unless there is something pressing I can actually take to the Order. I've been tasked with hiding Muggle-Borns away in various safe houses and between that and my Auror duties; I won't have any time off. I will write. Work on those notebooks, they could come in handy," he informed him with a touch of sadness in his voice, both for the man he would miss and the Witches and Wizards he would have to take and move from their homes so that they would be safe.

George hated to be parted from him from so long, but he knew it couldn't be helped. "I'll miss you Kings. I'll write though. All the time, and I'll work hard on the notebooks, it's a good idea really. Brilliant you are, too brilliant. If you were daft they wouldn't rely on you so much and then you could stay here with me," he pouted.

Kingsley held George close. "I love you George, remember that."

"I love you too."

A/N: Well what do you think? Love it, hate it? I'm pretty pleased with it myself. Reviews are like coffee, and I'm addicted to both. Until next time, take care. Love you all.

*lily*