It was a Sunday morning, and Angelina Johnson and George Weasley were undergoing a very typical activity for a Sunday morning.

"Oh George!" Angelina moaned (loudly), George vice gripping her hips and pushing and pulling her so that he went in and out of her overly sensitive body.

As per her promise, she was once again on top. Since she told him she was pregnant three months ago they'd done pretty much every variation (with extreme care-at George's insistence) of girl-on-top that existed. But today they'd decided to go with classic Angelina on top, an oldie but surely a goodie.

"I fucking love you" George exclaimed, moving his one hand from her hip to caress her growing belly and very (very) tender breasts. Angelina smiled at him, loving that he was entirely incapable of controlling himself when they made love this way.

Angelina, much to George's bafflement, felt more insecure about her expanding body by the day. George, on the other hand, though she'd just gone a tad insane. She practically glowed with happiness and contentment, and it perplexed him how she couldn't see it. Besides, her breasts had gotten enormous and there were still three months to go.

George couldn't help but be just a little excited about it.

"I love you too." Angelina half laughed, half cried. She wrapped her hands around George's and brought them both to her breasts. At least her breasts had gotten bigger, despite the fact that the rest of her was expanding indefinitely. Sometimes she felt like the universe—perpetually expanding into infinity.

And her body was so tender and easily excited all the time. It made sex with George, which had always been extraordinary, simply sublime.

He rubbed his thumbs over her hyper sensitive nipples as he thrust up in to her rhythmically. She was panting, making these little gasp-sigh noises that George had come to live for. Their sex life had always been amazing, but it was these little noises, these little sounds that George relished in. That face that he was eliciting these sounds from her made him feel powerful. And the fact that she could elicit similar noises from him made him feel powerless at the same time.

"Georgie," she moaned, almost in a whisper, "oh Georgie I'm so close. So close." She began moving faster, and George moved one hand behind her back to help guide her movements.

Angelina's body was in total overdrive. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Everything just felt so fucking good. And of course, it was George. George made her feel this way. That was at the center of it all-that was why the sex was always so wonderful. It was a lot easier to just relax and really feel during sex because Angelina was so confident that George loved her. That no matter what happened he'd be there, better or (as they'd already experienced) for worse.

"An-Angelina," George rasped, his body coming dangerously close to completion, "I can't hold on. I'm going to come." He began to thrust wildly, with abandon, gripping onto Angelina's hips as hard as he could (but not too hard—she was pregnant after all).

Despite his vice grip, Angelina hardly noticed. She let out a keening wail as she ground herself down as hard as she could, feeling all of her inner muscles spasm around George. She felt him release inside of her and then flop his head back against the pillow.

She made to move off of him but he gripped her arms and whispered 'no stay-just for a minute' and so she did. He put both of his hands on her expanding belly, smiling up at her with a big goofy grin that made Angelina so happy she thought she would cry. And then she noticed she was crying. Self control be damned, pregnancy hormones always win.

A look of concern crossed George's face, but only for a split second. He'd been living with a pregnant Angelina for a while now: he knew when she was crying out of sadness or frustration or happiness, and he decided to chalk these tears up to happiness.

But just to be sure, he rubbed gentle circles with his fingers on her belly, making sure she was entirely calm.

"You okay?" he asked. "Didn't hurt you did I?" he knew what she'd say, but he still needed to ask to ease his own mind and make sure she was alright.

A look that was a mix of irritation and love crossed her face.

"George Weasley, you have been asking me that question for the past three months. Did it look like I wasn't enjoying myself?" she smiled at him, and placed her hands over his which were still placed on her belly.

"Well, no," George blushed, "you seemed to be quite thoroughly enjoying yourself," he blushed some more, "but you know-just making sure. Constant vigilance!"

Angelina laughed at that one.

"Constant vigilance huh Georgie? We're going to have a baby in three months, and it was entirely unexpected, so, so much for constant vigilance."

He laughed too, leaning upwards (for her belly was becoming a barrier for kissing her in this position) and kissing her on the mouth. Angelina held his face in her hands, and kissed him again.

"I love you." She said

"I love you too Angelina." He replied.

"Hmm," she leaned back and stretched her arms in the air, making her breasts look wonderful and creating a delicious angle for their still connected bodies, "want to show me how much?"

"You're on."

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After they'd made love again and lounged about in their bed for a while, Angelina decided (in one of her hormonal upswings) that this particular Sunday was a day for action. So, against George's feeble protestations, she got herself out of bed and informed him she would be going to Diagon Alley so that she could purchase a crib for the baby.

George mad a very pensive face. They hadn't bought any baby things yet. At first they were waiting because they didn't want to jinx anything in case anything went wrong. But once Angelina was safely into their second trimester, they just hadn't taken the next step of purchasing baby things.

They had a room for the baby, they would turn the nook in the main area into a makeshift study and the baby would have what used to be Angelina's room. Ron and Harry had even come over and help to paint it while Hermione and Ginny took Angelina shopping for the baby. But they hadn't purchased any actual 'baby things' themselves.

They weren't exactly tight for money, but neither were they rolling in galleons. Buying all the new baby furniture would put a tax on their collective savings. More importantly, George had been wanting to propose to Angelina for ages, and had finally saved enough money for a ring. Her sudden decision to go out and buy baby things was putting yet another obstacle in his master plan. Thus-his pensive stare when Angelina jumped out of bed and began (slowly) getting dressed.

But then, suddenly George had a brilliant idea.

"Angelina? You get ready, I'm just going to floo mum, I have to ask her a question." And with that he threw on his boxers and padded off into the living room.

Angelina raised an eyebrow at his behavior, chalked it up to being worried about having to buy all new baby things, and continued to find something to wear that would actually fit her.

Within fifteen minutes George wandered back into the bedroom while Angelina was just finishing her hair. And 'finishing' really meant 'taming', as this was yet one more thing the pregnancy hormones had driven out of control.

"How's Molly?" she asked.

"She's great. Told her we'd be there at six tonight for dinner. Listen, Angelina—" he replied, hesitating because he wasn't sure how she'd react.

"Yeah Georgie?" he was up to something, she could sense it. While she appreciated his efforts, George had this strange to talent to make everything worse by helping.

"I talked to mum, and asked her if any of our baby stuff was kicking around. I figured since—well since we were the first couple to have a baby of all her children the chances were good that she'd still have some stuff lying around. And well—she said they've got boxes and boxes of the stuff including a crib and a highchair and a baby bath and all of that good stuff." He was grinning like a fool, especially when he saw that Angelina was grinning back.

"Oh Georgie! That's wonderful! I never thought, I figured that she'd given it all to Bill and Fleur after there wedding." Angelina was excited, this would make things way easier for them financially, it just had never occurred to her that Molly would still have all that stuff.

"Well, unless you know something I do not, Bill and Fleur aren't pregnant. And I know mum can be forceful, but she's not that forceful. And besides Angie, you didn't grow up with as many siblings as me. First come first serve is basically how we do it—I guess we just came first, no pun intended." But there was a pun intended, because George was laughing. Not just laughing, practically guffawing at his own cleverness.

Angelina loved when George was like this—when he was laughing and goofy and happy. She remembered a time a year and a bit ago when she'd feared she'd lost this George forever. And the simple act of remembering made her shiver. She was so happy he'd come so far, but it made her miss Fred too. She wished Fred was here to see how happy George was. Despite the natural twin competition that arose, when one was happy, the other was always happy for them.

Amidst his laughter, George saw Angelina shiver and got up and wrapped his arms around her. He knew her so well, he knew what she was thinking.

"I miss him too. He'd be so happy for us."

"I know he would be Georgie. That's why I miss him. He should be here to see this." She snuggled against him, letting herself be completely held by him.

"He is Angelina. Somewhere. He's gone, but he's not gone at the same time." George was trying to express some very complex feelings, and he wasn't doing too good of a job. He could tell because Angelina turned and looked at him, confused.

"Angie, its like—its like this. He's gone. And I know that. But we're going to have a little Freddie of our own. And Fred was taken from us. But whoever took him—whoever took him gave us this baby. And whoever took Fred also gave me you. So it's like, he lives on, physically, in my love for you, and in this baby. And when the baby is born I'll tell him why we named him Fred. And I'll tell him how wonderful and brave his uncle was. And he'll know all about him. So Fred will live on through him—through his namesake. So it's as if he's gone—but he's not. Am I making any sense?" George kissed her hair, holding her tightly.

"I love you," Angelina kissed him on the cheek, "and you make perfect sense to me. I'm so excited for our baby to arrive."

"Me too. Hey—I have an idea. Instead of going to get a crib, why don't we go out to grab some lunch? I have to run an errand in town anyway and you can go into that book store you love. Sound good?" George suddenly realized that he could definitely afford a ring for Angelina now. He'd sneak off while she was at the bookstore and surprise her before they went to The Burrow for dinner. Even though this was a last minute plan, it felt more right than anything else he'd ever done on his own in his life.

"Sounds wonderful. But you'll have to put some pants on first." Angelina winked at George and ambled into the hallway in search of walk-able shoes.

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After a delicious lunch that for Angelina consisted mainly of beef and pie ("Its all I want in the world!" she had said when George laughed) George had wandered off in search of a ring while Angelina went to the bookstore. She wanted to buy George a new spell book of recipes as a surprise.

After much ambling around the bookstore, Angelina had found the most perfect present for George. 101 Magical Recipes for the More Experienced Cooking Wizard. He would love it, she knew. And her motives were a little selfish. He did cook for her too after all.

She paid for her gift, had it put in a concealed bag, and went to get herself some ice cream next door while she waited for George outside.

Before long he was there, looking as handsome and wonderful as ever. Angelina suddenly had a wave of pure lust wash over her. A million images of them making love flashed across her mind, including the several times the morning. She needed George to be naked, and she needed it now.

"How was the bookstore?" George asked, putting an arm around her.

"If we aren't having sex in the next ten minutes I'm going to simply jump you. We need to disapparate—right now."

George looked at her wide eyed. Just when he thought he'd gotten used to her hormonal ups and downs she goes ahead and does something like this in an insanely public place. He just looked at her, stunned and aroused.

Angelina sighed, muttered something like 'I have to do everything sometimes', grabbed his arm tightly, and apparated both of them back to their flat.

The second they landed in their apartment Angelina was all over George like some sort of crazy animal in heat. Which, George pondered as she pushed his shirt over his head, she was sort of turning into.

Within a record amount of time they were both naked, and George broke their kiss and grabbed Angelina gently by the arm, making to lead them into their bedroom.

"No, no time," Angelina rasped, "need you right now. Right here." Angelina was planting kisses all over George's face, his neck, his collar bone, his stomach, going lower and lower. George realized the intent of her destination and tenderly helped Angelina to her knees.

Within moments she had taken him into her mouth, using her hands as well to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. George made a noise that sounded like "npmph" which signaled to Angelina that he liked what she was doing. She hummed in response, which made George make a noise that sounded like "NPMPH!". She felt so powerful when she had him in this position, that she was this hyper sexual being sex goddess. She reveled in it. But she could only ever be like this with someone she loved as much as George—it was never the same when it wasn't George.

"Angelina—Angelina , I'm going to—if you don't stop—" George was panting, eking out words as his body was losing control.

She let him slip from her mouth, not that she minded if he finished this way, but her body was simply dying for him to be inside of her.

He deftly helped her to her feet, pulled her into a tight embrace, and rocked himself against her. His erection, slicked from her efforts, was pressed against her middle. Undulating waves of lust washed over Angelina. She began kissing George with fervor; she needed, wanted, craved George inside of her.

George once again made to lead her into the bedroom, but she shook her head. She simply couldn't wait that long. She wildly glanced around the room looking for somewhere they could have sex with her burgeoning belly not getting in the way.

George was responding to Angelina's caresses and kisses with great fervor, rubbing his hands up and down her body and focusing all of his energy into keeping himself under control.

But Angelina was in no mood for control. She noticed that the kitchen table was clean and at the perfect height for sexual shenanigans, and so she grabbed George by the arm and dragged him towards it.

He made sure she laid herself down gently, getting settled at the edge of the table. With one sure thrust he was buried inside of her while he stood and she lay before him on the table, and she groaned wantonly at the sensation. Part of her felt naughty for loving this so much, for feeling so scandalous, but then George began to move rhythmically inside of her and all rational thought flew out of her brain.

George was loving this as well. He could see her, all of her, displayed before him on their kitchen table. Her arms were grasping at the sides of the table, desperately trying to control how out of control her was making her feel. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of this thrusts, full and beautiful, and her belly was growing equally as round. Her belly that carried his child. Overwhelmed by this thought he let out a growl and thrust harder into her eager and welcoming body.

"Oh George, George, George." She chanted under her breath, making a little moaning noise between each exclamation of his name. George began to run his hands all over her belly and her breasts, feeling her beautiful skin as he thrust into her.

Before too long, Angelina was losing control one again. She began to thrash a little, to move from side to side trying to create more friction where her body was demanding it. George, taking the hint, moved his hands to where they were joined. He began to rub and tease and stroke her, and that in combination with his escalating thrusts sent Angelina over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, oh George!" she moaned, contracting around him, bringing him over the edge as well. After a moment, he skillfully pulled out of her and lay beside her on the table, spooning Angelina and putting his hands on her tummy.

After they lay together for a while, quite ridiculously, on the kitchen table, George remembered the engagement ring.

He popped up off the table, ran to his discarded clothes and started rummaging through them.

"George Weasley what on earth are you doing?" Angelina asked sitting up on the table, genuinely curious.

"Looking for something. Um, close your eyes okay?" he asked, finding the ring that he had put in his pocket.

Angelina obediently put her hands over her eyes. Both of them still stark naked, George got up and pulled Angelina to her feet, leading her to the center of the room, her eyes still covered. He got on one knee, bits dangling and all, and told her to open her eyes. She did, and saw him kneeling, ring outstretched in his hands.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

"Angelina Johnson. I love you. I would have done this ages ago but I wanted to make sure I had a ring for you to wear. I promise you, no matter what, I wont ever stop loving you. You're it for me, truly. You saved me. You saved me from the bitter, shattered person I was becoming. You brought me back from the dead. Back to life. To you. Sometimes I'm at the shop and I just stop what I'm doing, because I got distracted by the memory of your smell or your eyes or the feel of your hair. I could never be without you again. Be mine? For good?"

Angelina couldn't help it, tears had begun to run down her face. This was, surprisingly, very unexpected. She thought they'd just continue living together, and eventually someday in the future get married. But him doing this, here and now, was just so perfect, so wonderful. She loved him so much she felt her heart would explode, no matter how cliché that sounded.

"Of course." She whispered. "Of course George. I love you so much." She pulled him to his feet and kissed him, pushing her body flush against his. The waves of lust were returning. She would definitely be up for another round very soon. And by soon she meant right now.

Angelina grabbed George's hand, and led him to the bedroom.

"Come on," she whispered, "come and make love to your fiancé."

George smiled widely, picked her up and swiftly carried her into their bedroom.

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A while later, Angelina rolled over and noticed that it was about time for them to leave for The Burrow. The two of them (finally) got dressed and apparated over to the Burrow. Throughout the evening, George and Angelina managed not to slip and tell everyone about their engagement. It wasn't a secret, but they just wanted to tell everyone together at one time.

However, Angelina had been wearing the ring around her neck and Hermione and Ginny both noticed. They dragged her aside and both of their faces simply said: spill it. So Angelina told them about George and his (naked) proposal. After much good natured giggling (it occurred to Angelina that being proposed to naked was pretty funny) Hermione let out an uncontrollable shriek of excitement.

And that began the circus. Ron came in to see if Hermione was okay, and Harry was with him. So Hermione, in her excitement, let the news slip. Well, before long, one thing led to another, and within fifteen minutes all of the Weasleys were toasting George and Angelina at the Burrow's dining room table.

"To Angelina, who brought George back to life." Said Charlie.

*cheers*

"To George, who makes Angelina's life spectacular." Said Ginny.

*cheers*

"To the to-be-born baby Weasley, may it be as beautiful as Angelina, and as mirthful as George." Said Percy.

*cheers*

"And to both George and Angelina, I wish you nothing but a life full of small, magical (ha ha ha) moments. And may your love take you everywhere, but always remind you that home is where the heart is." Eloquently said Bill.

*cheers*

Amid much hugging and kissing and crying (mainly Molly) the Weasleys celebrated George and Angelina.

Once again, a wonderful Sunday.