Hi guys... here's another chapter for you to enjoy! I know it's a bit lovey dovey right now but it gets better ;)
Every other night from then on, George and Emma met at six o'clock at Emma's apartment and went out for the night, getting to know each other better and better each time. They both felt a bond between them that no one could break. It was two days before Christmas, and George had treated Emma to a traditional Christmas meal at a homely pub.
"Want to go?" asked George, paying for the bill and grabbing his coat as Emma stood up, putting her duffel coat on and her hat, wrapping herself up warm as George placed his arm around her waist. As they walked close together down the street, the bells began to ding and Emma looked up, smiling.
"Snow," whispered George, and a snowflake fell onto Emma's nose. He kissed it away and she giggled as he did so. Emma looked around at their surroundings and realised that it was empty. They were stood near a tall Christmas tree in the middle of a park. It was beyond romantic. She grabbed his coat collar, and pulled him into a deep and satisfying kiss that they had been waiting for for a long time. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his coat around her to keep her warm and she pulled away. She looked up at George who frowned.
"It's... cold," she whispered and he chuckled.
"Well, it is winter," he laughed, leaning in to get another kiss, but she pulled her face away from him.
"No, I mean... really cold," she whispered, shuddering. She looked at the floor and hear crackling and slowly, ice began to form on the floor around their feet. She felt cold, hurt and still and looked up to see a familiar sight. Dementors.
"Run!" he shouted, grabbing her hand and running away from the swooping dementor which glided towards George. Emma slipped on some ice and George continued to run. He turned and saw Emma running towards him, but the dementor was ahead of her, and going for George.
"Go!" shouted George as he took out his wand from his pocket, pointing it at the dementor. "Expecto..." he whispered but nothing happened. He could not think of a happy memory. Emma stared at the wand in Georges hand and her eyes widened. The dementor suddenly knocked him to the floor, and Emma stared at him open mouthed as the dementor sucked away his soul slowly. Emma reached into her coat and took out her wand and cast a spell.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she shouted and a hawk flew out of her wand, flying over to George and covering his body. She held her wand tightly as the dementor was sent away, and as soon as it was out of sight, she ran to George who was lying stiffly on the cold ground. She cradled his head and tears ran down her cheeks. Softly, she stroked his face and he did not stir. She leant down and kissed his head softly, stroking his hair with her fingers.
"Hey... you're not getting rid of me that easily," he coughed, smiling up at her and smile spread across her face. She stood him up and he suddenly looked annoyed, staring at her hand. She looked down and noticed that she was still carrying her wand and she hid it behind her back, or attempted to. He looked down at his hand and saw the wand he carried and slipped it up his sleeve, but it was too late. Emma had noticed.
"When were you planning on telling me that you were a wizard?!" asked Emma crossly before George could but in.
"When were you planning on telling me that you were a witch?!" he shouted back and Emma stuttered slightly, folding her arms crossly.
"I was... when I was ready to. If our relationship got serious," she whispered. She felt guilty for not telling him sooner, but then she glared at him and he stepped back. He knew from knowing her for a few weeks that to get Emma angry was not a wise thing to do. "Anyway! You can't go telling me off! You didn't tell me about you being a wizard!" she shouted, stomping her foot like a child. He shrugged and blushed slightly, not knowing what to say next.
"Like you, I was going to tell you when the time was right," he whispered and she sighed.
"Well... I'm just... I can't believe you're a wizard," she whispered, her hand running through her hair.
"Didn't you guess by the name?" he asked, smirking and she shook her head sternly and the smirk dropped from his lips.
"No. I'm not good with names," she said quietly.
"Where did you learn magic then? If you had gone to Hogwarts... lets just say that I would've been dating you a long time ago," he whispered, clutching her face and she smiled.
"Beauxbatons, and I could not agree more" she whispered and he smiled.
"Should've known," he said and she giggled. "Come on, we need to get you safe. That dementor wasn't good news," he whispered and Emma nodded, taking his hand tightly.
"Where are we going?" she asked, confused as he went to apperate.
"My place. It's not safe here in the muggle world," he said and they apperated quickly. Suddenly, they both landed in Georges apartment above the shop with a bang. He looked around and the apartment for once looked fairly tidy.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking out the window at the view of Diagon Alley. "You're the owner of 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'?!" she said, smiling and turning around to see George taking off his coat and smiling, nodding.
"That's me," he said. "I said nothing about this because... well... to be honest I thought you were a muggle," he said, chuckling to himself.
"Really? Didn't you guess from my name that I was a witch?" she said, taking off her coat and placing it on the nearby chair. "Emma Beal... no. Doesn't ring a... hang on," he said, grabbing the Daily Prophet and flicking a few pages. He skipped to the Quidditch section at the back, poiting at an article written by Emma Beal. "You wrote that?" he said, with a shocked expression on his face.
"That's me. I'm thinking of playing Quidditch professonaly," she said and George smiled.
"Wow... as...?" he said and she giggled.
"Seeker," she replied and his eyebrows rose.
"So... we're both magical, both dating. Wow, and I thought this muggle and magic thing was going to be a problem," he said, throwing the paper down on the floor. He looked at Emma whose expression was sad and confused. She sat down and thought for a while, soon being sat next to George who looked worried.
"I just don't understand that dementor. Was it looking for someone?" she asked and George shrugged.
"No escapes from Azakaban," he said, glacing at the newspaper and Emma frowned.
"Why you? Why did it choose you and not me?" she asked and George stiffened.
"I've... had some bad past times. That's why," he whispered and Emma placed her hand on his knee.
"So have I... that's what I don't understand," she whispered, carressing his leg and he inhaled sharply.
"You obviously know my story, what about you?" he asked and she sighed.
"I don't know your story. I'm not a nosy person," she whispered and he sighed.
"My twin brother, Fred, died in the Battle at Hogwarts. We lost loads of people, many friends. Good friends. That's why the dementor went for me I guess... yours?" he asked and she bolted towarsds him, hugging him tightly around the waist.
"Thank you for telling me," she whispered, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.
"What about you? I know it's not something you like to talk about, but spill Beal," he said jokingly and she sighed heavily, sitting up to look directly into his eyes. It was now or never.
"I'm muggleborn. My mother and father were overjoyed to have their first child, and they were madly in love. But... the day they found out about me having magic, that was it for them," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
"What do you mean 'that was if for them?" asked George, confused and worried about his dear, dear Emma.
"They - they didn't like magic. At all. As soon as they found out about my abilities, that was it. I was considered vermin to them. They left me at an orphanage and ran away and I went to Beauxbatons, thats it. Came here after my final year in search of a new life," she whispered and she had finally let out her secret, and it felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders. He grabbed her face with his hands and kissed her hard on the lips.
"You're so strong," he whispered and his voice cracked slightly, as if he was talking to an injured animal. She smiled and leant in again to take his mouth for her own.
She kissed him and he lay back on the sofa, and she lay on top of him, pressing her body into his softly and gently. He groaned agains ther mouth as his hands moved up her top, rubbing her soft skin with his long, skilled fingers. She slowly sat up, unbuttoning his shirt agonisingly slowly and she smiled as he squirmed beneath her, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He suddenly sat up and let the shirt fall from his arms, falling to the wooden floor. He smiled sexily at her and her lips found his once more. He suddenly peeled off her top, as she unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall down her legs slowly. He whipped off his trousers, throwing them casually to the floor and she smiled at his body, so muscular from the years of playing Quidditch. Her body was strong, yet she had curves and a beautiful body, the softest skin George had ever touched. She leant into him and straddled him, sitting in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and kissing him passionately as his hands fondled with her bra clasp. She giggled as he pulled away, concentrating on the clasp and she slapped his hands away and did it herself. She rolled her eyes and her bra fell to the floor. She continued to kiss his lips and they became red, raw from the kissing. Suddenly, Emma tugged on his hair and George groaned loudly against her mouth. She jumped and so did he, sending her flying to the floor and George landing on top of her. They laughed and George lay on top of Emma, kissing her neck slowly on the floor as she moaned with his touch. She brought his face up to hers and stared into his green eyes.
"I love you," she whispered and he said nothing but smiled.
"I love you too," he whispered back, and he slowly kissed her eyelids, moving down her face as she stroked his torso and he groaned against her skin as she tortured him so. She closed her eyes to drink him in; his touch and feel taking over her body. It was mesmorising and she had never felt love and admiration like this before. Neither did George. He had never loved someone as much as Emma. They had so much in common, and they were both madly in love.