Chapter 29
'Morning' George said, kissing the top of Ashley's head
'Morning' she murmured back, then pushed herself up onto her forearms, leaning over George's chest. She rubbed her eyes, before glancing over George, letting her eyes rest on his chest - she took to staring at the fading scar that was running from his left shoulder to the bottom of his stomach, tracing it lightly with one of her fingers before frowning slightly, gaining the attention of George.
'What's wrong?' he asked,
'You shouldn't have this' she said, gesturing towards the scar
'Why not?'
'Because, you don't need to have it, you should have just got someone else to come and g-'
'I wouldn't want to do that' George interrupted, taking her hands 'I love you, I wanted to be the one that got you back and killed that irritating dick, so I knew he was definitely gone'
'But-'
'I don't care about the scar, considering this' George said, pointing to where his ear had previously been
'Which was my fault as w-'
'It wasn't your fault'
'I do wish you'd stop interrupting me' she smiled
'I'll interrupt you when you're wrong' George said, sounding the most serious he had since they had broken up.
'But-' Ashley began, but was interrupted by George kissing her 'You can't do that!'
'Do what?' he smiled
'Kiss me when you want to shut me up!'
'I have no idea what you're talking about' he joked
'George! No kissing me to make me shut-' she was cut off again 'George!' she groaned
'It's working isn't it?' he smirked,
'Well-'
'Exactly'
'Stop interrupting me!' she whined
'But your face is really cute when you're annoyed' he smiled, Ashley glared at him before her face broke into a smile
'Git' she said quietly
'What was that?'
'I said that you ar-' she began, before George kissed her again
'UGH! YOU, GEORGE WEASLEY, ARE THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON IN THE WOR-' she began to shout, before George kissed her again. Ashley glared at him, then made a move to stand up before George pulled her back down towards him
'You know you love me' he smirked, then kissed her again
'For now' Ashley teased, then stood up 'Keep going like this and I won't love you for much longer' she joked, before noticing that George suddenly looked panicked 'George, I'm joking!' she said, then quickly got back in the bed and lay next to him, he wrapped his arms around her
'I knew you were joking, I just wanted you back here' he whispered in her ear
'Arse' she smiled. They stayed in silence for a while, before the silence was broken
'I've been thinking …' George began
'You can think?!' Ashley laughed, causing George to roll his eyes 'I'm sorry, about what?' she smiled
'Well … about having a funeral … for Fred'
'Would you be okay with that?' Ashley asked
'I think so … maybe'
'You kinda need to figure that out first, Georgie.'
'I know' he sighed 'But I feel like I need to say goodbye properly, if that makes sense?'
'Well, if you want we could go to the Orchard like I said a while ago …?'
'Maybe' George said, then kissed the top of her head
'But I think the funeral would be a good idea, you just have to be ready for it first'
'I know'
'I'm sure no one would object to the idea either'
'I did actually speak to mum about it a while ago'
'What did she say?'
'That it was a good idea, but she didn't think anyone was really ready for it yet'
'Your mother has a good point … as usual'
'As usual' George smiled.
-oOo-
Later that day Ashley was slowly making her way down to the Orchard. She hadn't told George that she was going out, for one he would have wanted to know where, and she didn't think it best to tell him that, and for two he was currently still asleep and probably wouldn't even notice she was gone - not to mention she didn't want to risk waking him up, she'd learnt from experience that waking up a Weasley was never a good idea. Eventually she reached the Orchard, and slumped down against a tree, where she waited for him to show. At this point she already knew he was going to; at least she hoped.
'Why hello there' Fred winked, appearing in front of her and confirming her thoughts of him showing up 'Have fun last night?'
'Get lost' Ashley smiled, attempting to cover her now bright red face with her hands
'The fact that you've turned to the colour of a tomato has answered that question for me' he smirked, whilst she continued to blush furiously.
'So I'm guessing you saw what happened yesterday?' she asked, already knowing the answer
'Down here? Yeah course I did, I also heard what he was saying before you showed up, too'
'What did he say before?' Ashley frowned
'Oh, it wasn't really anything of major importance. Apparently you told him that I was here, so he thought that he'd come and see if he could speak to me himself… he also told me a lot about what's happened the last few weeks'
'What did he say?' she asked quietly
'He was talking about you and Diggory for a while and how he beat the shit out of him' Fred laughed, 'Though the cut on his lip and bruise on his eye said otherwise'
'Yes' Ashley groaned 'Bloody moron'
'You can't really blame him, Ash'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, he's in love with you, then when he finally got to be with you some git came along and said he fancied you, and for some reason George had gotten it into his head that you fancied Diggory'
'Even though I told him I didn't. About 50,000 times.'
'Well, my brother is an idiot, you've said it yourself many times' Fred smiled
'That I have' she laughed
'He also told me how much he loves you' Fred said, actually sounding serious
'What did he say about that?'
'Well, he should probably tell you himself, but I will just say that it's a lot more than I originally thought he did'
'Really?'
'Really. He'd die for you, Ash … if he hasn't already proved that'
'He's definitely proved that' Ashley said
'And he asked you to move in with him' Fred grinned
'Yes he did' Ashley smiled
'If I was still alive then Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione would currently owe me a LOT of Galleons'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, at Bill and Fleur's wedding we kind of made a bet about how long it would be before you two got together'
'Who said what?'
'Harry thought Valentines, Ron thought New Year and I said Christmas. Then Ginny and Granger didn't actually say a date, just that they thought it would be a while'
'So … how exactly would they owe you money?'
'Well … Christmas is closer to now than Valentines Day and New Year'
'That is completely messed up logic' Ashley smiled 'Although slightly true, but then I guess it would be, considering the twin thing'
'How do you mean?'
'Well, the whole twin thing. You two are the closest twin brothers I've ever met, I mean, you were so close all the time, brothers and best friends - that doesn't happen very often. Both of you seemed to know when something would happen to the other'
'I guess you're right' Fred said,
'Of course I am, I always am.' she grinned
'So, how come you're not with my brother now?'
'Well, he is currently lying in bed shirtless and asleep'
'That sentence contained far too much information on my brothers clothing situation … or lack of, in this case'
'You asked' Ashley smiled
'I did, regrettably'
'I should probably go soon, actually. I need to be back before he wakes up'
'Why's that?'
'Technically, he doesn't know I'm gone'
'How rebellious, Redford' Fred grinned 'Me and my brother seemed to have rubbed off on you', Ashley rolled her eyes 'My brothers probably rubbed off on you more, though'
'Fred that is disgusting' she said, whilst laughing
'I meant because you hung around with him more! Obviously, his rebellious streak kind of, erm - transferred to you' he said, giving her the most sincere look he could
'Yeah, yeah - sure that's what you meant, but I'll play towards that - how dare the two of you lead me off the right path' she laughed
'Like you were ever on the right path' Fred smiled
'Oi! Rude!'
'It's true!'
'Possibly …'
'You know it is' he winked, 'Anyway, you know how you said me and George have the whole twin connection thing?'
'Yeah?'
'You might want to go back to the house, my "twin powers" are telling me that he's going to be up soon' he smirked
'I have no idea whether to believe you or not, because you are most probably taking the piss, but I'll go back anyway'
'I'm offended' Fred smiled
'You've said worse to me over the years' she smirked
'Hm...suppose you've got a point there, really. But I'm allowed.'
'What exactly is the logic behind that, Fred?!'
'Well … erm …' he said, then bit his lip 'No idea.'
'Muppet'
'Love you too!'
'Sorry, I prefer your twin' she grinned
'No need to lie, Redford. George isn't here now, feel free to proclaim your undying love for me'
'Oh how did you know?! I'll love you forever and ever, Freddiekins!' she said, a smirk breaking onto her face as soon as she had finished the sentence.
'Knew it' Fred winked 'Anyway, like I was saying; George is probably going to wake up soon, so you may want to bugger off.'
'Lovely.'
'I know I am' Fred smirked, as Ashley stood up 'Love you, Redford'
'Love you too, Weasley' she grinned, then began to walk away. She made the short walk back to the Burrow, then snuck along the corridor (being careful not to step on the places in the hallway where she knew that the floor would creak - which proved to be more difficult than originally thought), opened the door to George's room a fraction then slid through the gap. She walked in the room and saw George sprawled out exactly the same way he was when she had left; face-down, wearing only his boxers with half of his body out of the bed covers and the other half under them – she was actually amazed at the fact that he still managed to fit all his body on the bed even though he was around 6'1, she was shorter than him but she could hardly manage to make sure her feet didn't dangle off the end of the bed … although whenever she was sleeping with George she had an even harder time making sure she fit - he took up quite a lot of space. She smiled to herself, then took off her jeans and shirt and instead replaced them with one of George's t-shirts (which was far too big for her), then crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers over both of them as she did so. She felt George wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his chest, then kiss her lightly on the forehead.
oooooookay, another chapter.
4 left...
Okay, this is off the topic of HP (then again, so was this part of the last chapter)
R.I.P Mitch Lucker. Gone WAY too soon :( 3
Excuse me whilst I curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out, okay.
Anyway, back on point, please review? It'd REALLY make my freaking day. Cause so far, November's sucked ass.