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Chapter 21

George thought the days at the house would be torture, but he was wrong, yet surprised. Every time he and Dey crossed paths she would smile at him, at least, and ask how he was. They would even sit side by side or in front of each other at meals and talk a bit, like friends, something both were enjoying, better than to be sending glares at each other and going mad. It was the day before Christmas, morning actually, and Dey was on her feet in black pants, a purple long sleeves shirt and a black jacket, putting on a purple scarf with black stripes. George passed by in his pajamas to go down to breakfast.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, entering.

"Ah, yeah." She answered, turning to him and putting on a black beanie hat.

"Where?"

"My parents' are buried in Nottingham. I'm going to visit them." She turned to her bed to get her messenger bag.

"I should go with you."

"It's ok. Harry's letting me go alone and the others are ok with it, as long as I call when I get there and when I'm coming back. You should stay here in case there is news of your dad."

"I am going with you, Dey."

Dey just sighed with out turning to him.

"Fine." With that he was gone from the door. "But you better-"

When she turned, he was gone. She just shrugged, thinking he changed his mind before she grabbed her bag and walked to the door. When she reached the frame, he apparated right in front of her, already dressed, making her bump with his chest.

"Oh, sorry, now we can go." He said, smiling.

She let out a chuckled to before facing his stare again that was shining. He just moved aside from the door and both walked out as they said goodbye to the others and headed to King's Cross. When they reached a compartment on the train they just sat down in front of each other in silence until the train started. After a few minutes, Dey got out a book and started to read. George was bored on the other hand. He didn't think on bringing anything, he actually thought they would just apparate.

"You know, I could have apparated us." He said, leaning to her.

"I like train rides and walking, especially during Christmas time." She said, looking at him. "Reminds me when my parents and I used to do it." She looked out the window, remembering some quick memories.

"Understood." He said, feeling awkward, and leaning back to his seat while her eyes returned to the book. It didn't passed about 10 minutes when she heard a growling sound coming from him and he looked down to his stomach as he rubbed it.

"Didn't you eat?"

"No. Did you?"

"Yes." She answered, firm and annoyed, and he just stayed quiet. She sighed before looking for some money in her bag. "Here. I think they sell some snacks at the end."

"Thank you."

With a smile he got up and left, closing the compartment behind him. When he was out of sight, Dey's lips formed a smile, sinking in the smile he just sent her. She was actually glad he was here with her, both alone and about 2 hours away from the others, even miles from Hogwarts. When he came back he was already chewing on a sandwich.

"So…" He started, with mouth full. "How has been your life?"

"Good, good." She said with a nod. "You?-I mean, minus your dad being attacked."

"…it has been…" He wanted to say the truth, but he felt it was too risky. "Good." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

Her eyes turn down to the book again while he stayed watching her for a bit longer. He just want wanted to sit beside her, to hold her like before, what was stopping him? It looks like the Luna thing was nothing and he hasn't seen her with anybody else. About 15 minutes later, he couldn't stay quiet anymore and started to do annoying sounds, distracting her from the reading, but at the same time making her laugh. When they arrived at Nottingham they were both smiling and walking really close to each other, bumping arm to arm. But when the cold atmosphere of the commentary was felt, Dey slowly stopped smiling and got more serious. She was the first to enter and George hesitated to follow, thinking she might want some time alone. When she arrived at two tombstones, she got on her knees and a sniff left her nose. She looked in her bag for two white roses and placed each one in front of each tombstone.

"Hi, mum…dad." She whispered with a breaking voice.

She wanted to speak more, but actually being there was making her throat soar. She started to shake and ended up looking down to her knees, buried on the snow. George got down beside her and wrapped an arm around her, giving her strength. She didn't speak anymore, she just thought on what to say, she knew her parents were still listening. She slowly got up and George helped her. Both looked at each other and he gave her a comforting smile, she gave him a faint one back. They were about to leave when a 'pssst' called to them. They turned to see a man with dark gray hair standing by a tree. George soon felt this wasn't normal and grabbed her wrist as he pulled her closer to him.

"Are you Deyanira O'Dugan?" Asked the man with a mysterious and deep voice.

"Who wants to know?" Asked George before Dey spoke.

"I believe I asked the young lady." The man glared at him.

"Y-Yes…why?"

"I've been waiting for you." The man smiled. "I've got something that you might be interested in."

"What?"

"I believe you're familiar with the Argentum Plate?"

"…y-yes"

"Dey" George pulled her wrist, but she ignored him.

"I have the other two pieces. Do you want to have a look?" Dey hesitated to answer while George pulled her wrists even more, telling her to just leave.

"Take me to them."

The man smiled again as he signaled them to follow him. Dey's hand slipped from George as she started to walk. George groaned before walking behind her.

"How do you have them?" She asked when they were out of the commentary.

"Not here. I have a better place to talk about it." The man said, with out taking his eyes off his path.

George couldn't stop glaring at the man from behind; he didn't trust him a bit. They entered an alley where he opened a door and they followed him down the stairs to like a basement or a underground apartment.

"Dey, let's just go." George whispered to her.

"Hush" She hissed at him.

They reached the end of the stairs, opening another door and entering like a storage closet, but not a muggle one, a wizard one. Crystal balls, books, cauldrons, broken ones, brooms, everything you could think of.

"Now, can we talk?" Dey asked when the man went around a table to look at her. He smirked and opened the book that was on the table, showing her a drawing of the Argentum Plate broken, and one of the pieces was the one she has.

"I found this. This has the location of the pieces and I know you have the one that was placed in the black lake at Hogwarts."

"How?" George asked.

"Simple wizardry, boy." He rolled his eyes at him and smiled back to Dey. "I can help you get the other two."

"Why do you want to help me?"

"I know your story and I think it's unfair. I know your parents would want what's best for you."

"You knew my parents?"

"We go way back, dear."

"So? What do I have to do?"

"Simple. Just sign this contract." He opened the palm of his hand and a parchment appeared, already written on it. When he moved his hand, the parchment landed in front of her.

"Dey, I'm serious, let's go."

"Wait!" She snapped at George before turning back to the man. "Why the contract?"

"Just to know that you won't betray me, leave me alone and I won't do the same. You help me, I help you."

"What's in it for you?"

"I just need the plate too." Dey looked at the man, hesitating, but then nodded.

"Pen or something to write?"

"Oh, you won't need it."

He stretched his hand, making her stretch hers too. George slowly slipped his wand out of his pocket when he felt the place tensing up. The man kept his smirk as he snapped the fingers of his other hand and a needle appeared.

"This is a different kind of contract." He said as the needle got closer to her hand.

George's hand started to shake and Dey started to get scared. Her other hand grabbed his shirt, trying to pull herself away from the man, but his grip was thigh around her wrist.

"G-George" She cried to him, whispering.

George looked behind the man to catch two floating mask, a lot like the death eaters'. Soon their cloaked bodies appeared.

"Expeliarmus!"

George blasted the man away, making him let go of Dey. George pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her as he threw another spell at the death eaters. He guided Dey to the stairs and he followed her until they were outside. Dey gasped when three death eaters stood in their way. George thought fast and grabbed her waist, lifting her up to the metals stairs that lead to the roof of one of the buildings that made the alley. He swung his wand and two of the death eaters crashed with each other, knocking them down and then swing his wand to the other one, making a rope surround his neck. He climbed up the stairs to catch up with Dey. To hurry her up, he grabbed her waist again, making her climb the stairs faster. When they reached the roof, he grabbed her hand and started to look around, trying to think fast again. Around them, the man and the death eaters to appeared, not so happy. George stood in front of Dey, but started to go around her, trying to protect her from every side. A death eater shot a spell at them and George covered them. In the quick movements, the unmasked death eater, the one who lead them to the basement, turned into smoke and flew around them, taking Dey with him. George tried to reach for her, but he slipped by a finger. The death eater let her go on the other building, just dropping her and going back to George who was now standing alone. Dey got on her feet and on the edge of the building to watch as George battled on his own. Dey's hand, hesitating, went to her bag and took out her wand. If she did this, she would be in trouble-The hell with it! -She thought when George hit the floor. She took out her wand and started to spin it around, a ring of fire burst around George, right where about 4 death eaters were standing. The flames wrapped around those four like ropes and started to take them in, even if they screamed and struggled, there was no escape; leaving only unmasked one along with another. Dey launched a red light, hitting the masked eater, electrifying him and knocking him down. When the flames went down, George stood up and knocked the man that had fooled them. He looked at Dey on the other building, gasping for air and with a faint smile. He apparated right in front of her, looking at her already. He was so relief that she was alright; he got a heart attacked when she slipped from his hand. He noticed her smile faded and her eyes opened wide, looking behind him.

"Look!" She said, pulling his sleeve.

He turned to catch three more death eaters coming their way. He grabbed her hand and started to run the other way. Luckily the buildings were closed to each other and they were able to jump, by the adrenaline, momentum and impulse; with out really thinking too. Between looking behind, running, jumping and dodging spells, they were feeling exhausted. Another alley came, making the space between two buildings longer, and they didn't noticed, the impulse made them jump off.

"Engorgio!"

George was able to inflate some bags of trash that were under them to make the fall less painful. George fell first, letting Dey fall right on top of him. Both looked at each other for a second before looking up and catching the trays of smoke flying down to them. Dey buried her head on his chest, thinking this was it and by the tight hug he gave her, it looked like he was giving up too. She felt her body went weightless and her ears went mute for a couple of seconds before hearing again, new sounds and a different atmosphere. The tension had ceased and she felt out of danger. She unglued her face from George's chest to look around; they were resting from a corner at the Leaky Cauldron. She felt his breath from the pants, trying to gain, and his heart was pounding so fast, she felt it too. When she looked up to him, he was looking down to her, relieve that they were saved once again, specially her, that she wasn't gone, but standing right in his arms. The adrenaline was still running and both had a look of longing for the other. Dey got on her toes and met him half way in a kiss; a rough one, letting out the desire. Her hands traveled from his sides, over his chest, to his neck, face and hair. His grabbed her hips, wanting to bury her in him. The door of the room was shut, slammed by Dey's body against it from inside, and her messenger bag fell to her ankles. Their lips met again, still fast. George's hands lifted her up, making her legs wrap around his waist as he turned around to walk to the bed. He vended to let her fall first so he would have the control to be on top. His hands made their way under her shirt and he touched her soft belly, he felt her trembling under him, making him grin over her lips. Her jacket started to slip off her shoulders and soon hit the floor. They slowly stopped kissing and looked at each other, but they were still panting a bit. He stood on his knees while she sat up. His hands grabbed the edges of her shirt while she helped to take it off. In those seconds of darkness he got when he was taking off his shirt, she wrapped her arms around herself, making him smile at her, she looked so innocent and shy, making him want more of her, or maybe just look at her. He did, for about a minute and she blushed as her body gave a trembled. When her eyes looked up at him again, he was the one to shake, letting out a sigh before landing on her lips again. Both were under the covers after they took their sweet time to hold each other and just enjoy the embrace. Their clothes were off and they already felt the others' skin, taking them far from the room. Their lips drifted apart as they opened their eyes and George lifted himself a bit to stare at hers. Asking if this was alright for her, if she was fine. She smiled at him, letting him go on and trusting him. One of his hands went down her body as he started to kiss her again. With his hand, he spread her legs a bit and started to caress her to get her ready. She moaned on his lips, adding more adrenaline to his impulse. After he felt she was ready, he let his body go down, slowly, as he slid inside of her. Her nails dug on his back and her eyes were shut, strong. He stopped kissing her to catch her, burying her head on the pillow and biting her lip.

"Shh… I'm here, Dey." He said in a soothing voice, even if this wasn't a bad thing and normal, he couldn't stand to watch her in pain. "Relax, it'll go."

He went down to kiss her closed eyes and he felt her eyelids relaxing and smoothing under his lips. When he got deep enough, he didn't move, letting her get used to it and waiting for her to relax. Her eyes slowly opened to catch him looking at her, worried and at the same time still longing. Her lips, trembling, formed a smile, and he smiled too before going down to kiss her more. They did nothing special, nothing extravagant. No positions, nothing extreme. They just held each and kissed each other, making the moment last. George was surprised to find out they spent about an hour and a half together when they were done, but at the same time he was happy. Glowing, actually, and his smile couldn't be taken away. After resting for a bit, he put on his pants and left like that to get them something to eat. When he came back, she was sitting on the bed, wearing his blue long sleeves shirt, making him grin, she looked great it in and he wasn't going to ask for it back.

"What um…" She started, but shut her lips as he ate and looked at her.

"What?" He said, letting out a little chuckled.

"W-what are we now?" She asked, turning into a serious stare, along with hope that he said something she wanted to hear. His eyes also got that stare.

"…I don't know…it was you who needed the break, Dey." He wasn't saying it to make her feel bad, just to let her know he was just waiting. "I'm still here." Dey's eyes opened wide and she looked down, feeling her cheeks turning red.

"I love you, George." She whispered, hoping he had listened, but at the same time not, scared of what he might say.

"I still love you, Dey." She felt him smiling and when she looked up, he was, still glowing. His hand passed over the sheets to grabbed hers, tight. "I never stopped. I'm such a git, right." She let out a little laugh before shaking her head.

Her eyes started to glow, feeling this day was made and the moment was sealed. She couldn't help it; she lifted her self to fall on his lap and started to kiss him, loving his butterbeer breath.