We lived above the shop now. Slept in the same bed. And our week was almost up. We had two days.

"Take this," Ginny urged.

She had come over for lunch to tell me the good news. Molly's had it with Lavender, meaning I won the bet. Two weeks it took.

"What is it?" I asked cautiously from behind the counter at the shop. Apparently, marrying a Weasley meant working at the shop too, especially when you marry a twin.

"Felix Felicis."

"I don't need-"

"Trust me," she smiled. "It was the best thing ever my first time. I was so nervous. Take it, 'Mione."

I hesitated, "But, I just want to be me."

She sighed, "Fine."

"So that's all you came over to tell me, was that I won the bet?"

She shook her head, "No." Her grin grew wider. "Guess what?"

"You aren't!" I gasped, my eyes wide.

She giggled, "I know. Right away. Viktor and I are so excited! Can you believe it? I can't believe I'm pregnant already and it's only been two weeks."

"You are so lucky," I smiled, hugging her. "I can't believe it! And you know for sure?"

"I went to the healers this morning," she nodded, giggling. "She confirmed it."

"For the love of Merlin, Gin. How many times did you and Krum get it on?" George asked. He appeared out of no where and it made me wonder how much he heard.

Ginny blushed, "Twice."

"That's all?" George whistled. "Didn't take you as a waiter, Gin."

"Didn't take you for one either, George," Ginny retorted, giving me a look.

I rolled my eyes, "How do you know we haven't already?"

George slung his arm around my shoulder, "Yeah, we could have and then what?"

"You haven't. You know why? Your rings are still silver," Ginny said a matter-of-factly.

"Our rings?"

"In the wizarding world, gold rings," she flashed us hers, "Means a consumated marriage. You guys don't have a lot of time left."

I snorted, "Please, Gin."

George grinned and leaned down to whisper in his sister's ear. A second later, she pulled away and grinned at me, "Alright. Hermione, you and I are having lunch. Let's go."

"Wha-?" I asked helplessly as she pulled me from George's grasp.

"Lunch."

"But I'm not hungry," I protested.

"You ladies enjoy yourselves," George winked at me. I knew he was up to something.

"What brought this on?"

"I feel like celebrating."

I hesitated, as we came to a very expensive restaurant. "Why not the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Oh, please, Viktor gave me like fifty galleons for lunch. We're not even going to dent it here. My treat because I feel like being in a giving mood."

"Gin, you can't have alcohol."

"So? Water's fine too," she shrugged.

An expensive, awkward lunch later, I was fully informed - more than I wished - on what exactly Ginny and Viktor did.

Which I never needed to know.

Ever.

At all.

But she thought I did.

She lost it to Harry anyway, why would I care about her marriage life in the bedroom? I didn't really want to know about it.

But I felt confident in myself after our last cup of tea. So I bid farewell to Ginny with a promise of seeing her this weekend and headed back to the shop.

"Ah, and she returns!" George announced.

Verity, a pretty blonde, rolled her eyes from behind the counter. "Take him away, please."

"I'm going to make you two lunch. You have to be starving," I smiled. "What do you two want?"

"A sandwich is fine," Verity shrugged. "I'm not too hungry."

"A sandwich," I pointed at George. "And you?"

"I'll join you?"

"If you want to. I'm coming right back down," I told him, shrugging. "See you in a minute. You can keep watch right, Verity?"

"Yeah, Charlie and Alicia are coming after one to help out too," Verity shrugged. "You two take all the time you want. I'm in no hurry to leave."

"See you in an hour, Ver," George called, dragging me up the steps. "I'm going to have hot passionate sex with my wife!"

"George! There are children here!" I scolded as I saw parents look up to the stairs we were disappearing up.

"Eh, they'll learn eventually."

"George! They're parents will send you howlers!" I hissed.

He shrugged, "So?"

The door to the flat slammed shut and I was shoved against the wall. I gasped as his lips assaulted mine. My gasp had parted my mouth and his tongue went inside. Oh god, his lips made mine tingle.

One of his hands cupped my neck, guiding my head forward while his other hand ghosted up my shirt.

"For the love of god," George whispered, his hand that was on my neck now at my shirt, ripping the buttons off. "You know how long I've waited for this?"

"Not that long?" I whispered, his kisses running down my veins on my neck, and I could feel his lips on my pulse point. I took steps back until I was flat against the wall and my hands rose to his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons.

"Wrong. Since the first night we found out about this whole law."

I blushed furiously, "Really?"

"Yeah," George whispered, his mouth stopping at my shoulder. "I'll be gentle. And if you tell me to stop, I swear, I'll stop."

"I trust you," I told him, looking into his eyes as he stepped back to evaluate me. I felt exposed, me being in a black lace bra and a pair of shorts. He was shirtless, showing off his sculpted muscles from years of Quidditch and the war trainings the Order went through. His hair was messy and still look silky. He had a far better body than I did.

"You are perfect," he whispered, as if reading my thoughts.

I blushed, "Thanks. Now, are you going to show me what I've been missing or what?"

"Holy..." he breathed. He was centimeters from me in seconds, "You are so hot."

I just giggled and kissed him lightly. I don't know where this confidence came from, but I enjoyed it.

Love you guys! And they finally get it on! Ahhh! So, please, review! Tell me what you think! Exciting chapter, kinda sad too, next!

-Nastya