I loved writing this chapter - so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)
Emma awoke on the rug in front of a roaring fire, wrapped in a blanket and in Georges arms. She moved slightly, hoping not to wake him up but it was too late. He stirred and looked at Emma, smiling as she turned to kiss him.
"Morning," she whispered, kissing his tender face.
"Morning, beautiful," he whispered back, pulling her naked body into his, skin against skin.
"I love waking up next to you," he whispered, kissing under her earlobe and she moaned at his touch.
"George... ahh..." she whimpered and he growled low in his throat. Suddenly, and out of no where she grabbed George and rolled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his behind, pressing it towards her groin. He smiled salaciously and entered her slowly and she gasped as he filled her, moaning against his mouth as they kissed. She met his every thrust and their pace quickened. Her legs stiffened at the sweet sensation and they called out one another's names as Emma wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him into her as she cried out in pleasure. He rested his head on her chest and their breathing slowed down finally after they began panting. She stroked his hair and they sighed in unison.
"Nice wake up call," she whispered and he raised his head, kissing her lips tenderly.
"Come on, we best get up," he said, slowly rising from her body and she pulled him back onto her and he chuckled.
"Emma... we need to get up. As much as I love this position, you'll wear me out," he whispered huskily, winking and swiftly catching his lips onto hers and she giggled.
Suddenly, there was a faint crack from behind the sofa and George whipped his head round quickly to see Ginny stood staring at the couple in an unorthodox position, stark naked and attempting to cover themselves up.
"Jesus, Ginny!" shouted George who grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself and Emma who went as red as Georges hair, and covered her face with her hands. Ginny turned and quickly, George stood up grabbing his boxers and jeans, slipping them on. He didn't care about the bare chest. Emma stood up slowly, wrapping herself in the blanket which covered her body as she held it by her chest. Ginny turned slowly to see that they were reasonably covered. She blushed, as did Emma.
"Hi, Ginny Weasley. Nice to met you... I'm George's little sister," she whispered, shaking her hand as Emma had to let go of the sheet, wary about whether it was fall to the floor, but luckily it didn't.
"Hi, Emma Beal. Oh, so you're Ginny Weasley? George has told me a lot about you," said Emma politely and Ginny beamed at her brother.
"Well..." said Ginny, frowning at George, "he's told us nothing about you. I came over actually, George, because Mum's cooking her Christmas Eve dinner tonight and wanted you to come over, and now you can invite Emma," said Ginny and George frowned. Emma smiled and saw that George was feeling uncomfortable. George slowly wrapped his arm around Emma's waist and pulled her into his body.
"We'll see, Ginny," he said and Ginny smiled and suddenly disappeared from sight. As soon as she left, George grumbled annoyingly.
"Urgh... you'd think at 20 she'd stop being such a pain," he whispered and Emma laughed. She softy stroked his face and kissed his forehead.
"I don't mind going tonight, unless you don't want to," she whispered in his ear and he chuckled.
"No, I want you to meet my family. I'm just going to warn you though, it's a big family," he said, frowning and Emma smiled, kissing him quickly on the lips and then running from him into the bathroom, away from sight. George followed her in and giggled, slamming the door behind him so that there would be no more interruptions.
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Emma and George stood at the gate to the burrow and Emma suddenly felt incredibly nervous about meeting his entire family. She took a deep breath and stepped along the path, holding hands with George who squeezed her hand tightly before they knocked on the door.
"George!" shrieked Mrs Weasley who bolted forwards and grabbed George and hugged him tightly, knocking Emma out of the way slightly. She smiled and the kind gesture and wished that she had had this relationship with her mother now.
"Mum, try not to kill me just yet," he muttered and his mother let go of her grip, smiling and ruffling his hair and he grunted. "
And you must be Emma. Welcome my dear, please come in," she said quickly and Emma simply nodded and entered the small yet homely house. Though there were Christmas decorations everywhere, filling the entire house. She admired the family feeling and looked at George who closed the door and took off her coat.
"You OK?" he asked and she hugged him tightly and he looked down at her, confused by her gesture. He lifted her head up with his finger and thumb by her chin. "What's wrong?" he asked and she said nothing. Smiling she kissed the corner of his mouth and he smiled.
"Come on, everyone wants to meet you," said Molly who pulled Emma into the front room. She looked around the room and saw many red haired boys looking up at her, and a few odd ones out. Everyone stood up formally and she smiled at them all kindly.
"Hi, I'm Bill, this is my wife, Fleur," said Bill kindly and Fleur stood up and smiling, shaking her hand politely. Fleur suddenly hugged Emma and she hugged back and they giggled.
"Fleur! C'est si bon de te revoir," said Emma loudly, "et vous êtes enceinte? Félicitations!" Everyone stared at the couple who were smiling and chatting together in French and George simply smiled, proud of his girl.
"Emma! Cela a été mon ange bien trop longtemps," said Fleur and she smiled, kissing her cheeks and then standing beside Bill again who frowned. Fleur noticed that everyone was slightly confused. "Oh, sorry. We went to school togezzer," said Fleur softly and everyone understood.
"Hi, I'm Charlie," said the second son and he smiled, shaking her hand and she smiled.
"I'm Ron," said Ron quietly blushing and Hermione coughed and he stopped staring at Emma who was also blushing.
"And I'm Hermione. Pleasure to meet you," said Hermione formally, shaking her hand.
"And you," said Emma quietly. Meeting a whole new family was getting a bit much for her and she started to feel sad.
"Hi, we met earlier. George's sister?" said Ginny and Emma smiled, nodding and feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Ah yes, Ginny," she whispered and Ginny smiled. A brown haired boy who was lanky and wearing round glasses stepped forward and Emma knew exactly who he was. "Harry Potter, wow. It's nice to finally meet you," she said and she shook his hand tightly.
"And you," he said nicely. George took Emma's hand and tugged her to the side.
"Are you OK?" he whispered as everyone talked amongst themselves and she nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I just... I don't know, seeing you with such a lovely family makes me a bit sad that I will never get all this," she said, looking at the family and at Mrs Weasley who was talking to Fleur and gazing down at her baby bump which took up almost the entire room.
"Come with me," said George, leading Emma out of the living room and slowly following him up the winding stairs. They reached the top flight and came face to face with a yellow door. George opened it and inside was a messy room, a boys room. She walked inside and looked around.
"Was this your room?" she asked, smiling and George placed his hands in his pockets and nodded, shrugging slightly. "Why did you bring me up here?" she asked and George's eyes twinkled. She knew what he had in mind, and it was not a good idea. "No... no George. Remember what happened last time? If your sister had arrived any earlier than it would've been extremely awkward downstairs," said Emma who smiled and backed away from George. "Not with your parents downstairs," said Emma and George smiled, sitting down and grabbing Emma and pulling her into his lap.
"I want to talk to you," he said, pulling his lips onto hers. She gasped for air as they parted and it was a lovely kiss to start the evening off.
"Was that it?" she said dreamily.
"No," he chuckled, "I wanted to go away for the weekend with you. Just us two. What do you say?" he asked and she smiled, pouncing onto him and kissing him passionately on the bed as it creaked. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and George sat upright. "Jesus, can't we get one moment of peace?" he said and Emma sat up slowly.
"George? Emma? Dinners ready," said a voice.
"OK, Charlie," replied George and he stood up. "Good thing we didn't have sex. Or we would've missed out on the food," he said, taking her hand and taking her downstairs.
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George and Emma sat in full conversation with Harry and Ginny who were holding hands like the other couple. Emma looked down and saw that Ginny was wearing a large engagement ring and she felt happy.
"So, how long have you two been dating?" asked Ginny who smiled at her brother. She noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off Emma and she giggled.
"About two months now," said Emma quietly.
"George, Ginny! Help your brother with the tree outside," shouted Molly and George got up, not before kissing Emma noisily on the lips and making her blush. Ginny places a chaste kiss on Harry's cheek before leaving. Emma and Harry sat alone on the sofa, not knowing what to say.
"I'd just like to say, it's really great meeting someone who has been in a similar position as me," said Emma in a slight outburst. She looked shocked at what she said and Harry simply frowned.
"What?" he said, his eyes widening and wondering whether she lost her parents too when she was young. She was older than him, so it could've been possible.
"I... I never knew my parents. They hated me because I had magic and I've got no family... I just... I know you can relate to that," she whispered, fiddling with a piece of cotton hanging from the cushion she sat on. Harry suddenly placed his hand on top of Emma's and she felt comforted.
"I can relate to that. If there is anyone you need to talk to about this..." he whispered.
"Thanks," she said, smiling and patting his hand.
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"It was wonderful to see you again George. You must come round with Emma more often! She really is lovely," said Mrs Weasley as she said good-bye to George and Emma. She smiled and they walked off into the moonlight, hand in hand. Suddenly, Emma stopped and looked over the hills at the starry skies and then, she turned into Georges arms and wept against his chest. He held her tightly to his heart, and kissed her head gently.
"Shhh..." he whispered, cooing her softly and then they soon apperated back home, Emma still in her boyfriends safe and loving arms.