I got to add the Weasley to the story! I'm so happy because they're my favorite characters in the entire book! I hope I did them justice.

The house was crooked and looked like it was about to fall down at any second, but George looked at it with such admiration I couldn't see it as anything other than perfect. His fingers slid between mine as he led the way inside, immersing me into his own bubble of pure happiness. It was warm and full of mouthwatering smells and the buzz of conversation with occasional chuckles, the way a home was supposed to sound. Then I heard squeals as a tiny blonde girl rushed into the room with an older turquoise haired boy chasing after her. She jumped into George's arms and stuck her tongue out at the boy because she was just out of his reach sitting on George's hip.

"Teddy keeps pulling my hair, Uncle Georgie. Make him quit it," she begged, holding his shoulder tightly in her hands.

"Are you Uncle Georgie's girlfriend?" Teddy asked, looking up at me with big brown eyes.

Oh my god, he was Lupin and Tonks' kid. Those eyes were unmistakable, I'd looked into them my fifth year when my boggart made me go into panic attacks. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees to be his height and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Lydia. It's nice to meet you," I told him, my eyes burning as I remembered his father.

He stepped forward and hugged me around the neck. My nerves melted away for a second as comfort filled me. I always worried in the back of my mind about how his life would turn out, but it looked like things were going just fine for him.

Once Teddy stopped hugging me, he grabbed my hand and led me into the house, scarcely giving me enough time to get to my feet. I turned to look at George, but saw that he was deep in conversation with the little girl. It seemed I was in Teddy's hands now, but he seemed more than capable of showing me around.

"Guys, this is Uncle Georgie's girlfriend, Lydia," he announced to the kitchen full of people. "I like her, she smells like peppermint and chocolate."

The room was silent for a beat before a plump woman rushed over, wiping her hands on her apron before tittering, "Come in, come in! I'm George's mum, it's so nice to finally meet you! You look like you're starving!"

Teddy dropped my hand long enough for Molly to hug me before snatching it back. It seems I've made a least one friend already. I felt the familiar pressure of George's hand on my lower back and heard a giggle.

"I'm Vic and you're pretty," the little blonde girl in his arms told me. "But Teddy's my boyfriend."

I laughed without thinking and heard the others echo it. "That's okay. I understand."

She wiggled out of George's arms and took Teddy's hand in hers, pulling him outside with her. Soon after, George started introducing me to everyone and I knew I wouldn't remember all their names. The ones I went to Hogwarts with were easy, but his older siblings and their wives were going to be hard.

"Lydia, it's wonderful to see you again!" Hermione said after everyone went back to their business. "This must be so overwhelming for you, being tossed into the mix. I remember how much I struggled to get used to it when I first started coming to the Burrow."

"I have a big family, so it's not the bodies. I just worry about remember all their names and them liking me," I told her honestly, glancing over at George where he stood talking with his brothers.

"The two of you seem happy together," she told me.

My grin was automatic when she mentioned it. "I'm really happy. I just hope you're right about them liking me, I know how important everyone in this house is to him."

"So, you're the one that's got George all pink cheeked and smiley," the brother with the long hair, Bill I think, said as he came over with George in tow. "I didn't even know it was possible."

"Trust me, I didn't know he could blush either," I admitted, making Bill laugh and George scoff. "So, what's it like being a curse breaker? It sounds dangerous."

"It can't be any more dangerous than being a professor at Hogwarts," he retorted, making me grin.

"Oh no, it's quite safe now that Harry doesn't go there," I joked, making Harry shout in disdain from the living room.

"It's not my fault danger followed me!" he shouted, leaning over the couch to look at us. "It was also me who beat the danger! Don't forget that!"

"Yes, and you did it all by yourself, didn't you?" Ron shouted from outside one of the kitchen windows. "None of us had a wand in that fight."

"Would the lot of you stop shouting? You weren't raised by trolls," Molly reprimanded while she stirred a pot on the stove.

"That's not true, mum. There was a troll in our attic for a while," Percy said, making Molly sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Don't be so tense, love, all our kids are under one roof," Arthur said, coming up behind her and rubbing her shoulders. "And they all have their own wonderful families with them. It's a good day."

George's family reminded me of mine. They were all happy and there was never a boring moment between them. The two of us were currently sitting together in a chair listening to Harry recount a hilarious story of Ginny trying to make spaghetti and nearly burning their flat down. The love within the house was nearly a part of the family its presence was so strong.

"It's not my fault! I didn't know muggle stoves had to be watched!" she tried to argue, but her laughter made it nearly impossible. "Oh hush, the lot of you! I now use spells to cook and haven't had an incident since."

"Mum, you would be proud. Lydia taught me how to decorate biscuits the muggle way," George bragged as his mother came into the room with us.

"She's done more than I could for the seventeen years he lived here," she smiled good-naturedly. "I like her already."

"Do you need any help, Mrs. Weasley?" I asked, standing up from under George's arm and moving over to her.

"You can help me wash the potatoes, if you'd like, dear," she told me, turning with a swirl of her skirts and gesturing for me to follow. "It takes a lot of love to feed an army like I've got, but it's a labor I adore."

"My mother says the same thing when she cooks holiday meals. I have four brothers," I told her as I used a scrubbing spell to clean the potatoes before floating them over to the pot.

"Ah, so you're from a big family as well?" she asked. "That's good, we can be a bit overwhelming if you're not used to it."

"I've felt nothing but comfortable since I walked in. You're all so welcoming," I told her honestly.

"It's the least we could do after all you've done for George. You really pulled him out of a dark place," she told me, pitching her voice lower so only I could hear. "He had almost every fooled, but I know my son. He might not have been at rock bottom, but he wasn't the old George anymore. I see glimpses of him when you're together and I'm so happy."

Her confession made a huge weight lift from my shoulders. Teddy got rid of most of my worries early in the day, but there was still a little left. Knowing that Mrs. Weasley approved of us was the last pin in the quilt. Things were going to be okay, George and I were going to be fine together.

By the time we got back to his flat, I swore I'd gained about five stone. "You're mum is an amazing cook! I can't believe I ate so much."

He tugged his sweater over his head and tossed it onto the couch before wrapping me up in his arm. "I tried to tell you. There was no way that woman would let you live without eating at least two plates."

I laid my head against his chest and hummed in contentment. "I didn't muck up their names once, I'm proud of myself."

"And they all loved you, more than me I think," he said into my hair. "Do you have to go so soon?"

"My parents are expecting me back to get ready for my brothers. They're coming Sunday to spend the week with them," I replied, not moving out of his grip. "I wish I could stay, but I promised I'd help."

I stepped back from his embrace and saw him jut out his bottom lip like a petulant child, so I said, "Don't pout, it's not very becoming of you. It kind of wrecks that whole handsome thing I was talking about earlier."

"So insufferable," he teased, helping me gather my things from his bedroom. "So, when do I get to see you again?"

"Oh, you didn't know? This was a onetime thing," I said, looking at him with a serious expression.

"You've already broken that, we've had sex WAY more than once," he teased, making me flush and break eye contact with him. "Wait, I thought you said you weren't a virgin?"

I sighed in frustration, I should've known this topic would come up eventually. "I did talk about how I haven't had sex since the war, but I've only had sex once. It was a total disaster and the guy kind of broke my heart afterwards. I suppose the topic of sex just makes me a bit uncomfortable. I have very strong feelings for you and really don't want to lose you after what we did."

I was standing to the side with my bag in my hands when he came over. He took the bag from my hands gently and tossed it onto the bed, pulling me back against his chest with his arms around my waist. He kissed the crown of my head repeatedly until I giggled and turned to face him. Then I slid my hands under the back of his t-shirt to rest on the bare skin of his back as my forehead rested against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry he did that to you," he whispered into my hair. "I swear it won't be like that with us, I care far too much about you to walk away."

The tightness in my belly lessened at his confession and I kissed his shoulder. "Thank you for being so amazing."

Eventually, I Apparated back to my parents' house after we had yet another intense make out session against the wall. My parents were sitting in the living room and they smiled at me when they saw me appear in the kitchen. I hoped like hell none of my hickeys were visible as I waked into the room with them.

"How was meeting the parents?" mum asked as she went back to wrapping the gift on the floor in front of her.

"Speaking of meeting the parents, I still need to meet this boy," dad said, closing the book he was reading and look at me from over his glasses. "Your mum has met him and approves, but I still need to. My opinion is very important, don't ya know?"

"It's only fair that you bring him to dinner when all your brothers are here," mum added. "You met his family, he needs to meet yours."

I knew it wasn't debatable, I had to invite George to dinner once all my brothers were here. I was nervous, what if one of them said something offensive or stupid or offensive and stupid?

"Stop overthinking everything and send him a letter," dad told me, winking before going back to his book.

I swore colorfully in my head but smiled at them before turning on my heel to go upstairs. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower, taking in the marks and bruises left on my body from this morning. It was weird to think we'd only had sex this morning, it felt like we'd been doing it forever. Things might slow down once we got used to it, but I secretly hoped I never got used to the way George Weasley made me feel.

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