This chapter has a bit of content, but it is so sweet! It's nothing explicit or anything of the nature, but I thought I'd give you a heads up.

I woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window. When I opened my eyes, I saw George looking down at me already with a soft smile on his lips. I'd maneuvered myself around sometime during the night and was now laying against his chest instead of him spooning me.

When he realized I was awake, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Good morning, did you know you drool in your sleep?"

I slapped his chest and moved to get out of bed, only for him to grab my waist and pull me back to him. "You can't tell a girl she drools and then pull her back into your bed! That's not how this works, sir!"

"You're cute when you're angry," he smiled, leaning down and lining his lips up with mine. "Now kiss me with your morning breath."

I hit his chest again but let him kiss me, sliding my fingers back to knot in his hair. He flipped me over onto my back and laid across my torso, keeping his weight on his forearms. If he had morning breath or if mine bothered him, I couldn't tell with how ferocious the kiss was. It went from sweet and funny to intense in a matter of milliseconds.

He'd been dominant long enough, it was my turn to take control. I rolled him over and straddled his hips, pinning his hands up by his head. He looked up at me with surprised eyes before they clouded over with lust and he craned his neck up to reconnect our lips. I slid my hands into his and he linked our fingers together, kissing me back with as much animosity as I was dishing out to him.

He pulled his mouth from mine to catch his breath so I kissed my way down his jaw to his neck. There was already a hickey there from last night, but I wanted to leave more. He was already shirtless so his chest was free for me to mark up. I moved my hands from his to rub my hands along his skin as I sucked along his collarbone.

"Someone woke up frisky this morning," he groaned, his voice rough and making sparks fly around in my belly. "God, love, you're going to kill me."

I laughed darkly before digging my nails into his side and looking up at him. "I can stop if you like, baby."

He growled and gripped my hips, keeping me pressed against him. "Don't you dare."

I strained back up and reconnected our lips, feeling his hips press up against mine. I could feel how much he was enjoying this, it was just easier to hide on my side. I lifted up enough to pull my shirt off and my bra, not giving myself enough time to talk myself out of it, before going back down to kiss him.

While we were kissing and our hips were moving against each other, I grabbed his hand and moved it up to cup my breast. His kiss paused and he seemed to force his mouth away from mine. His eyes were big, asking me if I was sure this was what I wanted, and I nodded so vigorously my hair whipped against my cheeks.

"I want this, I want you," I promised, reaching up and pulling the elastic out of what was left of my bun. "Do you want me?"

"That's not ever a question you need to ask me, 'puff," he replied. "We have about two hours until we need to get ready. Are you sure?"

Instead of answering with words, I reached underneath me and gripped him through his pants as I kissed him. That seemed to be answer enough for him.

We were lying together about two hours later, just looking at each other goofily. His fingers were stroking over my back as I laid on my belly. He kissed my forehead sweetly and groaned when he looked over at the clock on the wall. I knew why, but I refused to look away from him and be anywhere but in this moment.

"We have to get up, love," he whispered, twisting my hair around his fingers. "I still have to shower."

I grinned and moved my arms onto his chest, placing my chin on them to hold his eyes. "I also have to shower."

He got out of bed and gestured for me to get up, too. Once I was standing, he chucked me over his shoulder and ran to the bathroom, my laugh followed us down the hall. He sat me back on my feet to set the water and I wrapped my arms around his middle, kissing between his shoulder blades affectionately.

I've never showered with another person before and always thought it would be awkward, but that was the furthest thing from true. The feeling of George massaging shampoo onto my hair and rubbing his hands over me was soothing. I also really liked touching him in general so it was a win-win.

By the time we got out, we had a little less than an hour to get ready and Apparate to his parents' house. I was doing my makeup as he tried to tame his hair and cover the marks I left on his skin. I rolled my eyes and used my wand to cover them up with a charm before doing the same to mine.

"You're a little minx," he grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his chin on my shoulder. "A beautiful, beautiful little minx."

My face flushed at his words and he nipped at the shell of my ear playfully before stepping back to allow me to finish my makeup. I was in the middle of curling my hair when he came back into the bathroom with khakis and a sweater with a big G on the front. If it wasn't for the scruffy face he would look exactly like he did in school, and it made me smile.

"You're so handsome," I said after I did a setting charm on my makeup and turned to face him instead of looking at him through the mirror. "You've always been handsome, I just get to tell you now."

His cheeks flushed when I said that and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I don't know about that…"

I hopped up onto the counter and draped my arms over his shoulders. "Well, I guess it's good that you have me then, isn't it?"

I was just wearing my knickers and one of his flannel shirts with the top few buttons undone. I didn't feel the need to hide any of my skin from him at all anymore. It was the most freeing thing I've ever experienced. No one had ever seen me total bare since the war and being that way with George was second nature already.

"Thank you," I whispered, running my fingers through the ends of his hair. When he raised his brows, I explained, "I was always so worried about someone seeing me naked and running away before of my scars. I never thought I could be this close to a person before the war, and I thought it even more after it. Thank you for making me see myself as something to be loved instead of something to be hidden."

His smile was brilliant and he leaned forward to lay his forehead against mine. "Thank you for helping me get over Fred. I never thought I'd be able to be happy without him, but you're showing me it's possible. It doesn't mean I have to forget him, I can just remember all the good times and get through all the hurt."

I closed my eyes and basked in the moment happening between us. It was pure warmth and happiness that I felt from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I felt like it was shining out of my fingertips and lighting up the entire room. This is what relationships were supposed to feel like, not the way the boy from my sixth made me feel.

"We now have thirty minutes until we're supposed to be at my parents'," he whispered without pulling away from me.

Eventually, he kissed my nose and left me to finish getting ready. I curled my hair quickly and did a setting charm on it before I pulled on my tights and dress. George was in the kitchen eating when I came in, hopping as I put on my booties.

He whistled through a mouthful of biscuits, spewing crumbs everywhere. He at least swallowed before he said, "You look amazing."

"Are you seriously eating right now?" I asked, grinning at his compliment despite my lecturing tone. "We're going to your family's house where your mum no doubt made a wonderful meal."

"Before that, I have something for you," he said, disappearing into the living room and coming back with a bag. "I saw this and thought of you the other day in Diagon Alley."

"I also have something for you. Hang on a second," I replied, going to his room to get the wrapped parcel for him. "I saw this and got a kick out of it, I hope you do, too."

He gestured for me to open mine as he stood holding his. I pulled the tissue paper out of the bag like a child and saw a book inside. When I pulled it out, I couldn't stop smiling even if I tried. It was a copy of The Brother's Grim, the book I was reading the one and only time he ever tried to talk to me at Hogwarts and it ended in minor disaster.

"I figured it was about time that I replaced it," he grinned sheepishly. "Since I left your last copy pretty waterlogged."

We were in the beginning months of our seventh year and I was reading in the library. He came up and sat across from me, talking about a new treat he and his brother were working on. Why he chose me to talk to, I didn't understand at the time, but I wasn't interested in the slightest. He then proceeded to show me how it worked and soaked all the parchment and books sitting on the table. Even using tergeo on the book did nothing to cleanse its pages.

"I cannot believe you remember what book I was reading from all those years ago," I said, looking up at him with big eyes. "You're kind of bloody amazing, George Fabian Weasley."

I don't think his face has had time to cool down since we woke up this morning, or at least since we got out of the shower. "I told you already, I remember pretty much everything about you, 'puff."

"Mine isn't nearly as heartfelt," I admitted. "You should open it anyway, I want to see your face."

He sat the parcel down on the counter and started tearing the paper off. His eyebrows were knitted together for a couple seconds before he realized what he was looking at and started laughing. He looked at me with eyes filled to the brim with happiness.

"This is brilliant, Lydia! Fred and I always used to want these when we were kids," he told me, his eyes flashing back down to the box immediately.

I sat my book on the counter and pulled the box out of his, standing on my tiptoes so I could kiss him. His hands slid down to grip my bum, making me gasp into his mouth and tug on his hair. He lifted me up and onto the kitchen counter in front of him, kissing down my neck and making me squeal in delight.

"The first time I meet your parents, and I'm all rumpled from shagging in the kitchen. And we're about an hour late," I huffed, placing my hand in the bend of his arm as he prepared to Apparate us.

That made him chuckle as he turned to look at me, fixing my ruffled hair and smudged eyeliner. "You look gorgeous. And you're welcome for the happy glow, by the way."

I rolled my eyes and held on tight as he took us to his childhood home where his family awaited our arrival. I tried to calm myself down, but the tugging in my stomach did little to help. I needed this to go well, I was in way too deep with George to walk away now.

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