Diagon Alley was quieter than normal, it was Monday morning and I had taken the train down to please my worrying mother, even then I had arrived at just after 8 o-clock. As Fred had said, I spotted the store in the first five minutes of walking around, it was vibrant orange, which was to be expected, with purple embellishments, "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes" was open for business.
I walked into the store, a small bell chiming above the door, I saw George standing at the counter with a small brunette girl and her mother buying something the George himself highly approved of, as evident by his enthusiastic nods and cheeky smile. When he saw me, he just nodded to a door that said Staff, I nervously pushed on the door, revealing Fred walking towards the door, holding a bright pink box of something I would not be trying on myself. He looked up and saw me, "surprise." He shoved the box onto a nearby shelf and grabbed me where I stood, pulling me into a tight embrace, my bag dropping to the floor from my shoulder.
"You are here finally, I was going to go mad with just George," he said, pulling back from the hug. His eyes searching my face for any sign of, well I wasn't quite sure what he was searching for, I just knew the way his eyes flew over my face.
"George is wonderful company." I retort, a smile dancing on my lips.
"I can't kiss George, but I can sure as hell kiss you," his lips crash into mine, hungry and gentle all at once. His hands lifting me so that my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands laced into his hair. Pushing me up against a wall, I felt myself tighten my arms around him, trying to stabilise myself. He lowered me to the floor gesturing a finger as if to say wait a moment, he opened the door and called, "Hey George, I'm going to go show Jess around upstairs." Without waiting for any kind of response, he grabbed my hand and my bag, practically running up the stairs, as soon as we reached the top he hoisted me back so that my legs were wrapped around him and kissing me within seconds, he stopped by each door and muttering "kitchen" or "bathroom" or whatever else the room might be as we travelled down the hall, finally kicking open the door, which me labelled as "our bedroom" before dropping my bag in front of the doorway, not before kicking the door closed again.
The bed that sat in the room was large and comfortable, I noticed as he dropped me onto the mattress, him hovering above me. "Should we…?" he began to ask after a short while, pulling away from me slightly.
I kiss him gently, "Do you want to?" I ask, kissing him gently, making my way down his neck.
"Of course I do," he kissed me, "but do you?"
The feeling in my chest just screamed one thing, "Yes."