Bridget had been helping the twins with setting up their shop on days she didn't work with Remus or MacRose and they were about ready to open. It had only taken a month and she was shocked considering the state the place had been in when they first started. She was up on a ladder stocking up the newly made Nosebleed Nugats and looked down to see George smiling up at her, "You know George, you have a thing called a wand that could be doing this."
"Yes but I quite enjoy this view." He grinned and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Remind me not to wear shorts tomorrow."
"Yes, a dress would provide an even better view." He joked, "Nothing would be the best option though."
She held back a laugh as she leapt from the ladder to the bannister of the stairs and down to the ground where he caught her. Her leaping and slight floating abilities were very useful for getting to places in the packed shop. She gave him a quick kiss despite him trying to hold her there, "You were the one that said until we were both seventeen."
"I know but I'm going to miss you while you're at school!" He whined wrapping his arms around her, "Freds going to be out with Angelina tonight. I'm going to be lonely. Stay with me."
"George." She laughed as he pouted putting his head on her shoulder. She signed, feigning annoyance, "You have to ask your mum if I can."
"Really?" He perked up.
"Yes." She giggled, "But we still are waiting until we're seventeen. Can't be mad when you were the one who said it."
"I guess." He fake groaned keeping his arms wrapped around her, carrying her as he went to go contact his mom.
She had been given permission to stay and they were on the very top floor of the shop where Fred and George lived. Bridget had managed to make them dinner with what the boys had, which wasn't much, but it was enough to feed her and George. Beginning to clean up the plates George stopped her, "You are a guest in my home, so none of that."
"I was always technically a guest in your home and still helped your mum." She smirked up at him.
"Yes well my house rules are very different." He smiled.
"Oh and what are those?"
"That pretty girls don't do chores. Specifically my beautiful girlfriend." He gave her a quick kiss.
She laughed, "We'll see how long that lasts."
"At least until you graduate." He winked at her before pulling her to the couch and sat down, moving her to sit next to him, "So have you gotten the results of your O.W.L.s yet?"
"Yes." She sighed, "It appears you are the charms master in this relationship."
"Whaddya get?" He smirked.
"Exceeds Expectations." She muttered knowing that he'd gotten an Outstanding in it, "Other than that one though I beat you in all other subjects."
"Of course because you're smarter than me." He leaned down to kiss her.
"In almost every way." She leaned back keeping his lips from touching hers with a smirk on her face.
He stopped moving in on her and smiled, "If you would rather talk about when we're going to tell my parents about us I'd be fine with that."
"What?" Her face went red.
"We no longer live together on holidays which was the only thing holding us back after the Triwizard tournament." He stated matter of factly.
"But then your mum would be less likely to let me stay the night over here." She looked up at him innocently.
Georges face fell flat, "You really are smarter than me."
"I know." She laughed finally kissing him. He held the back of her neck so she couldn't lean back again and wrapped an arm around her waist. Bridget separated just her lips, "I was serious about what I said with the seventeen thing."
"So was I when I first said it." He smiled at her, "I just want to kiss you," He kissed her forehead, "And hold you," He kissed her nose, "And spend every moment I possibly can with you before the shop opens and you go back to school." He kissed her lips again.
She fake thought for a moment, then sighed, "I guess I'm alright with that."
They laughed as he kissed her again. He pulled her onto his lap as they kissed with laughter and smiles between the kisses. After a while he broke the kiss, "Come on, let's head to bed."
"George Weasley, wanting to turn in early?" She questioned standing up as he took her hand leading her to his bed room.
"It's been a while since I've slept with my arms around you." He smiled leading her over to the bed, "Call me impatient but I want as much time like that as I can."
"Uh-huh, I'm sure we're going right to bed." She laughed, "Because we aren't even in pajamas and you're pulling back the sheets."
He groaned, "Fine go get changed!"
She laughed at him while she grabbed the clothes he was letting her use to sleep in and went to the bathroom. When she came back out he had changed as well, laying in the bed already and he smiled looking at her in his sweatpants and sweatshirt which were much too big for her, "You look absolutely adorable."
"I feel positively comfortable." She came over and laid next to him on her side to where they were facing each other. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from him. They were both nervous, this was the first time they didn't have a time limit, that no one could interrupt them, that they were completely alone. He ran his fingers across her cheeks, smiling and she looked at him letting out a small laugh. Her hands played with the fabric at the ends of the sleeves she had on, "You know…there are other things…things that are steps toward seventeen…that is if we can keep ourselves-"
"We can." He said before claiming her lips. She quickly wrapped her arms around his body, his arm wrapping around her waist pulling them flush together. George took her leg, putting it over his hip so they were directly against each other, keeping it in his hand, massaging her thigh. The kisses were long and drawn out and as he felt her fingers gently scratching at the base of his skull it sent shivers down his spine.
He began to kiss down her neck, pulling at the collar of his sweater she wore. She gripped him tighter with her leg once again and he slid his hand to her butt, grinding their hips together. Bridget took in a sharp gasp from the sensation and gripped him tighter. He felt her pulling up at the back of his shirt and realized what she wanted, releasing her neck as he rolled on top of her before she pulled the fabric off of him. Once his shirt was off his stomach did a flip as her fingers touched the skin of his sides, gliding up his chest to cup his neck pulling his mouth back down to her.
They kissed slowly now, realizing they had time, they had the whole night. Her fingers explored the skin of his chest and back as he wrapped an arm under her back, holding her close to him. George tried to control his body but he couldn't stop himself from growing hard against her as their kisses grew deeper, tongues moving around each other, forgetting everything that was happening in the world. His hand slipped down to her hip, his thumb going under her shirt massaging the skin that it touched before she hooked her thigh on his hip allowing him access to push against her, causing a moan to come through her throat as they kissed. She enjoyed the feeling of him against her and slid her hand down his back, pushing his hips to grind against her more.
He kissed her through the sensations she was causing him and began sliding his hand up her shirt until his fingers brushed up against her breast and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Waiting for any sign of hesitation from her he continued up her chest when he didn't get any and gently began massaging her. She moaned again as they kissed through the groping and grinding, the skin of their stomachs touching where her pulled up shirt had exposed her. Feeling her nipple grow hard he ran his thumb over it then around it a few times before gently squeezing it between his fingers. The kiss broke as she let out a quiet gasp but didn't release her grip on him, instead holding him tighter. As he rolled the bud between his fingers the quiet noises of pleasure coming from her enticed him to keep going. Pushing his hips harder against hers he realized he wanted more, he wanted her. George forced himself to stop moving despite the pleasure and removed his hand from under her shirt, "I should…I should go to the bathroom."
"George." Her voice was low and breathy as he forced himself to start moving off of her but she put her hand on his waist stopping him, "Don't."
He looked into her beautiful glowing eyes, "Bridget I need to-"
"Don't" She cut him off her hand sliding lower towards his waist band, sliding under the fabric, a slight blush growing on her cheeks, "Let me."
"Bridg," he muttered feeling her delicate hand reach him. He was frozen in pleasure as she wrapped her hand around the bottom of his length. She started moving her hand slowly and gently, afraid she might hurt him but after a moment she gripped him tighter and he let out a moan of pleasure as her hand travelled up and down his shaft. George had done this to himself many times while thinking about her but having her do it to him made his body weak. His head fell into the crook of her neck while she continued her movements picking up speed.
Running the fingers of her other hand through his hair she could feel his warm breath shutter against her neck. She kissed him on the cheek before moving her thumb in a circle around his tip making him moan again. He tried to get his mind to focus, it was a tormenting pleasure he wanted to give to her as well but her grip on him made everything fuzzy. He was beginning to feel a warm ache in his thighs as he tried to get his hand to her hip but he was about to bust. Whispering her name in short breaths he tried to tell her but he couldn't get the words out. She felt him pulse in her hand before releasing himself, a low moan escaping him, his body tensing for a moment before going almost limp on top of her. When he had finished he tried not to put his full weight on her despite his body being spent. She didn't care, wrapping her arms around him before moving his head slightly to kiss him softly, "Sorry I just wanted us to have that memory before we're apart for a while."
"Nothing to be sorry about love." He kissed her back, "You surprised me is all."
"I'll make the next surprise even better." She smirked at him.
"I can't wait for that, but the next surprise will be for you." He couldn't help but laugh before finally lifting himself up, "I should go and change now."
"Alright." She looked up at him with a soft smile. He lingered above her for a moment seeing the glow in her eyes fading slightly.
He brushed his lips against hers, "I love you."
"I love you too." She said watching him go into the bathroom. When he came back out in a new set of pants he laid down beside her thoroughly exhausted now and wrapped his arms around her, both of them falling asleep with smiles on.
The summer was coming to an end and she had been mastering her animals as well as helping Fred and George at their shop as much as she could. The pair knew their time was limited but it didn't matter, they knew they would have the winter holiday soon. Mrs. Weasley had a breakdown at one point saying that they had no business going back to Hogwarts but Mr. Weasley talked her out of it before Hermione came to the Burrow. Harry showed up randomly one night and the four of them spent the last few days of their summer together going to Diagon Alley, visiting the shop, and seeing Draco and his mother sneaking about.
She had a brief goodbye with George and the others before heading to Hogwarts to find that the school was being guarded by Aurors as apparently dark forces were constantly trying to make their way onto the property. Harry and Ron had joined their potions class, Harry doing extremely well on the first day, but other than that everything was exceptionally ordinary at the school.
McGonagall had called Bridget to her office and she knocked on the door, "Come in."
"You wanted to see me Professor?" She entered the room.
"Ah yes, Bridget do sit down." Minerva smiled at her niece, "I wanted to talk to you honestly about something."
"What is it?" She sat down across from the woman, taking the tea she was offered.
"You never said what it was you wanted to do after you finish school. You're taking a multitude of classes that could qualify you for many things." Minerva sipped her tea.
"Yeah, about that…" Bridget rubbed the back of her neck, "I'm not really sure still."
"There's nothing you can think of that you want to do?"
"It's not that I want to do but what I can do." She looked down at her drink, "This is going to sound a bit silly but the time we spent in the Department of Mysteries peaked my interest. The rooms there, the things they study, they were all very intriguing. But Primals have never been allowed a place to work in the Ministry so I can't do that. I mean alarms go off when we enter the ministry once the trace is off."
"Just because no one has done it yet, doesn't mean some one never will." The woman smirked at her, "Perhaps that person could be you. Get them to drop the alarm. You could start off working with The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and use that to get you to where you want to be."
"I could." Bridget thought about it.
"Whatever it is you want to do child, I will help you to get there." Minerva smiled at her, "You deserve to be happy doing what you want once all of this is over whether that's working as an Unspeakable or as a shop keep."
"Thanks Aunt Minerva, that means a lot to me." She couldn't help but smile at the support from her aunt.
"I watched your mother spend so much of her time in hiding and unable to do what she truly wanted that I want to make sure that you can."
"What was it she wanted to do?" Bridget asked.
Minerva smiled remembering her little sister, "She loved animals, she wanted to work with them anyway she could, but she never got the chance."
"That sounds like mum. She was always helping a stray cat or dog in America." Bridget wore a fond smile.
"I will take a look at your class load and help get your schedule on track for your new goal, a job at the Ministry." She made a note with her quill, "Now, tell me about your summer. I understand you learned many new things. And how is Mr. Weasley treating you? Well, I'm assuming?"
Bridget told her aunt what she wanted to know, enjoying getting to spend time with her.