Bridget was helping Mr. Weasley with re-organizing his shed and the man handed her a box, "You know I can never get any of the others to help me with this, but every summer you do."

"Well it's the least I can do," She smiled at him, "You've let me live with you and have taken care of me for so long, I should help with what I'm able to."

"Bridget." Mr. Weasley turned to look at her, "You know we think of you as our own right?"

She looked at him, "What?"

"You mean just as much to both Molly and I as any of our other children." He put his hands on her shoulders, "So you don't have to feel obligated to anything more than you want."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley." She let out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed that he had to say that, and placed the box on an empty shelf.

"Now tell me, how is George treating you? Well, I hope." He turned around to start on another shelf.

"Yes, of course." She answered him, "He takes very good care of me. I think he's even trying to learn how to cook."

"Really? George?" He was surprised, "Is he any good at it?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it yet. I've just seen the dirty pots in the sink." She smiled.

"Well, be sure to make sure he works at it a lot or you'll be the one taking care of him all the time and we can't have that now can we." Arthur turned and smiled at her, "Who would help me around the house?"

"I'd make him do it." She smiled back.

Someone knocked at the door and Remus came in, "Molly said you were out here."

"Yes do you need something?" Bridget set the box down.

"Just to talk to you about something." Remus sounded nervous.

"Should I leave?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"No, no, no. It's about the order." Remus waved him off.

"The plans for before Bills wedding?" Arthur clarified.

Remus nodded then turned to Bridget, "We have come up with a plan to move Harry without the ministry knowing. But it may get a bit tricky if Voldemort finds out, which with the amount of spies he has I'm sure he will."

"So what is it you need me to do?" She knew he was about to ask her to help them.

"You're old enough now for me to ask you to do this but that doesn't mean I like it." Remus sighed, "We want you to be a distraction. We're hoping that if they're there and they see you they'll go for you and not any of the Harrys."

"Any of the Harrys?" She asked and Remus and Arthur explained it to her. She found out that Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George had all agreed to pretend to be Harry and she immediately agreed, "If they're all doing it then so am I. I'll do whatever I can to draw their attention."

"And not get captured." Remus added.

"Of course not. I wouldn't know that you all were alright if I got captured." She smiled then looked at Remus seriously, "If I can make a request though."

"What is it?" He asked.

"When you all pair up with the Harry's, will you be with George? I know you'll look after him well." She was slightly nervous, "I mean I know you all will but I just don't want to be worrying about him while we're fighting, if we fight."

"I'm honored." Remus smirked, "Of course I'll look after him."

"Good, just let me know what I need to do and when." She smiled wide before pushing a box into Remus' arms, "Now put this over there."

"Yes ma'am." He laughed as Arthur smiled at them.

Bridget arrived at the shop just as they were closing up. They went upstairs once they were done and she checked the potion. Fred came out of his bedroom, having grabbed an overnight bag, "You two have a fun night. I'll see you tomorrow."

He winked before leaving the flat and she laughed at him, George coming out of his room at the same time, "What's so funny?"

"Your brother." She looked back to her potion.

"Oh and what was it he did?" He came to stand next to her.

"Nothing," She smirked, "It was just his face, it's very amusing."

"We have a very similar face." He peered down at her.

"Perhaps that's why you make me laugh so much." She looked at him sweetly.

He pulled her into his arms tightly, a laugh forming on his face, "Is that how tonight is going to start?"

"I have to make sure I don't glow too much." She grinned.

"Oh, I want you to light up the night sky." He ran a hand over her butt cupping it, "How's the potion coming?"

"Should be done after one last ingredient." She moved her hands up his chest.

"And what's that?" He nuzzled his nose to hers.

She ran her fingers through his hair before pulling out a few strands, "Essence of the other person."

"So they want to make sure you have no choice but to think about who you sleep with." He rubbed his head where she pulled the hair out.

"Well when you don't you end up giving birth to someone like Crabbe or Goyle." She put his hair into the cauldron.

"Fair point." He watched as the potion changed from yellow to a smoky red, "So is it done now?"

"Should be." She waved her wand over it.

"Should be?" He looked down at her.

"Well I mean I followed the directions but I've never made it before so I'm not going to be over confident." She kept her eyes on the potion.

He took her chin making her look at him, "You are one of the most talented witches I know and you're fantastic at potions. I'm sure it's more than good enough but if you want to wait we can."

"Shut up." She lightly shoved him with a smile before filling a cup with the potion, "You're right I've always done well in potions class and we've waited plenty."

George watched as she drank the contents of the cup, then asked, "So?"

"Tastes like strawberries." She looked at the empty cup.

"Is it supposed to?" He looked at her questionably.

"The book said it would be sweet and it was a red potion so I guess it makes sense." She shrugged.

He reached for the book on the counter, "So thirty minutes for it to take effect?"

"Yeah, it has to make it all the way through my system."

"Perfect." He smiled pulling out his wand and waving it at the radio. Music began playing as he lead her out to the living room taking one of her hands in his and kept the other around her as he began swaying.

"George what are you doing?" She laughed.

"Well I realized that I've never danced with you as my girlfriend." He looked down at her, "And we did spend all that time practicing for the Yule Ball I thought we may as well put it to good use."

"Look at you trying not to show that you're a romantic." She grinned up at him.

"The things I do for love." He laughed.

Bridget tucked her head under his chin as they swayed to the music. After a while she smiled, her head on his chest, "You're amazing you know that?"

"I do, but what is it that you're talking about today?"

"A lot of things. Running your own business, volunteering to be a decoy for Harry, not even blinking at the fact I'm a Primal, just…well everything." She smiled softly.

"I wasn't sure how you'd feel hearing that I'd said I'd become a Harry." He leaned his head down to rest his cheek on the top of her head.

"I think it's a good plan. Plus I made Remus promise to keep an eye on you since I'll be busy." Her eyes were closed as they swayed.

"Why will you be busy?" He asked.

She lifted her head and looked up at him confused, "Did they not tell you all? I'm the biggest distraction."

"What?" He grew concerned but she placed a hand on his chest.

"I'm just for show, to keep them off of you all as much as possible. I won't get captured. Remus and I decided that if they get to close I'll apparate out so they can't get me." Bridget reassured him.

"That's good." His worry faded a little and he smiled confidently, "We can practice your flying together, I'll be on a broom and we'll make sure they don't even get close."

"Sounds good." She gave him a soft smile.

"Just be careful." He stroked her hair, "I plan on having you around for a while."

"Really now?" She laughed as he cupped her face.

"Oh yeah." He smiled kissing her. When he pulled away he looked down at her, his thumb going across her cheek. George kissed her again, longer, and slowly this time. He held her tight and her hand held onto his waist. Slipping his tongue through her lips, he kissed her deeper, his fingers holding the base of her head as he pulled her closer. She slid her hand up his chest taking his tie into her hands, beginning to undo it. He felt the fabric slide from his collar and he felt her fingers looking for the buttons on his vest.

Bridget pulled away from the kiss to look at what she was doing and he kissed her temple down to her jaw and neck as she worked on the buttons, muttering, "You and these damn layers."

"But you have to admit I look dashing." He let out a quiet laugh.

"Have you seen yourself?" She asked with a smirk as she started pushing the vest from his shoulders, "You're always dashing."

"Am I now?" He teased.

"Yes." She smirked putting her hands on both of his shoulders, jumping up to wrap her legs around him as he held onto her thighs, "So much so I want you to take me to your room."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned as he walked towards his bedroom and she held his face in her hands kissing him again.

Once in the room he pushed her back against a wall, slipping his hands into her shirt and pulling it off. They laughed when her back hit the wall without him holding her and he kissed her again with a smile as she began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He began to laugh again as she started trying to pull his shirt from his pants and once she got it she looked at him, "I'll wear a skirt of some kind every day for the rest of summer if you stop doing this."

"Oh that's very tempting." He considered it as she threw the shirt on the floor, "I'll think about it."

"You better." She muttered before they kissed again, skin pressed together, her finger tips pressing into his back as he gripped her hips. Bridget could feel him starting to grow against her through his pants. He began to kiss down her neck and as he started to suck on the skin she ran her fingers through his hair, "Keep growing it out."

"Why?" He wondered through the attention to her neck.

"This." She moved her hand through his hair then closed her fingers together, pulling her hand away from his head, gently tugging on his hair. George let out a low moan and his hips pressed against hers. She smiled as her fingers glided down his chest, past his stomach to the button of his pants. He moved back to kissing her as he let go of her thighs, putting her back on the ground as she pushed his pants down. He began working on her pants as well as she began to walk forward towards the bed. They kicked their pants away and she could feel him hard through his boxers against her stomach. As they made it to the side of the bed his hands slid up her back taking off her bra. He ran her nipple through his fingers making her moan in his mouth as her hands gripped his hips.

Bridget slipped her fingers into the fabric and began stroking him under it. He moved his hand from her chest into her panties and began stroking her, matching the pace she was doing on him and they gripped each other tight with their free hand. Stopping her movement she went to the waistband of his boxers and began pulling them down. He pulled away slightly from her and she looked up at him, her eyes and chest pulsing a beautiful shade of amber. She whispered, "It's been over half an hour."

He cupped her face, "If at any point-"

"I will." She smiled, pushing him gently down on to sit on the bed, "Same for you."

"I doubt I'll ever want to stop." He let out a nervous laugh, looking at her almost naked body in front of him. She blushed slightly before leaning over to kiss him, his hands finding their way to her chest and backside, but not for long before she moved away, pulling her panties off and climbing onto his lap. He held onto her, stopping her for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"You we're worried about hurting me. If we start like this it's less likely to happen." She nuzzled her nose to his, "Plus you said you liked this position."

"I do." He whispered on her lips as she settled onto his lap, he could feel the heat coming from her and it made his stomach tight. She sealed her lips over his and he rested his hand on her hips. Her heart began to beat faster as she took him in her hand, lining him up with her entrance. When she felt his tip against her she broke the kiss. George couldn't stop a low moan from coming out of him as she slid herself onto of him, she felt more amazing than he could have ever imagined. Her breath shuttered feeling him inside of her, relaxing into the sensation. Once he was all the way inside of her he looked up at her, her chest glowing, her eyes shut, her mouth slightly open as her hands gripped his shoulders. He whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"No." She looked at him with a small smile. Running her fingers up to through his hair she kissed him before starting to slowly move up and down his length causing his fingers to grip her skin. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, a hand holding onto her butt and the other over her shoulder, surrounding her, feeling her completely against him as she moved. They weren't thinking of anything but each other, not the war, not the mission to move Harry, not the danger they were constantly in, just the feelings coursing through them.

He began to slowly match her thrusts, he could feel a burning in his stomach but he refused to let it surface, this feeling, this moment would last longer, he wouldn't be the one to end it this soon. Never in his life would he have guessed he would have someone like her, that he would have the girl he'd had feelings for since his fourth year return those feelings, and never would he have thought he would have her. George broke the kiss moving his lips along her cheek and jaw up to her ear and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too." She whispered back smiling as she kissed his temple. He looked at her, pushing a lock of hair from her face before lifting her up and off of him, turning, laying her on the bed, moving over her, and reentering her. She moaned, his name leaving her lips as he began thrusting into her, her thigh hooking onto his hip. He kept his arms wrapped around her as he kissed her again moving in and out of her faster and further. Accidently he pulled out to far and slipped out of her causing them both to laugh through their kiss as he fixed himself. He smiled as he entered her again continuing his rhythm, keeping a steady movement this time and moved his hand to her hip wrapping her other leg around him, allowing himself to reach fully into her. She made a high pitched gasp on his first thrust as shockwaves went up her body.

"Did I hurt you?" He broke the kiss not moving.

"Good noise." She said breathless, "Don't stop."

"Okay." He laughed repeating his movement getting the same reaction from her. He continued this movement gradually moving faster causing her to hold onto him tighter, her fingertips digging into his back as short high pitched breaths came out of her. She could feel her orgasm building, this one different, deeper inside of her than the others, and as she tightened around him his name came out of her louder this time, as her chest momentarily went brighter. As she pulsed around him he kissed her quickly, messily, as he could feel himself getting close but he pushed it off once again not wanting the noises she was making to stop. He began thrusting faster and her grip grew even tighter and her breaths shorter and louder. Her hand ran through his hair, her nails lightly scratching at his head as another orgasm came quick and this time her grip on him pushed him over the edge as he let out a guttural moan as he came right after her.

He kept his lips on hers as he recovered, pulling out of her. Before his body gave out on him he rolled off of her to the other side of the bed, keeping one of his arms under her. They laid there catching their breath and he looked over at her, "How long do the effects of that potion last?"

"Like a week I think?" She looked over at him.

"Good." He smiled with a laugh and she began laughing.

"Was it worth the wait?" She asked with a smile still on her face.

"Oh yeah." He laughed again rolling her over to lay on his chest, running his hand down her hair and back, "What about you?"

"I might give you even more of a hard time for not having made that potion sooner." She smirked, laying her hand on his chest, fingers lightly petting his skin.

"Trust me I regret that a lot more now." He smiled.

She leaned up and kissed under his jaw, "Well we have at least the whole summer for you to make up for it. I made enough of the potion to last that long."

"Bless you." He took her chin, kissing her. He bent towards the end of the bed, grabbing the blanket that was there and put it over them.

"I thought you weren't letting me rest while in your bed?" She laughed.

"I figured you might need a break." He held her close, before joking, "I mean I definitely don't."

"Okay." She let out a light laugh.

They laid there in bliss filled silence as he continued to run his hands down her hair. He felt her breathing go shallow and looked down to see she had fallen asleep on his chest. George smiled at her before carefully reaching for his bedside table, pulling out a small box, opening it up to reveal a gold ring with a small diamond in the middle. He looked to the hand on his chest and seeing it was her left one. He whispered making sure not to wake her up, "Call me over confident, but I think you'll be alright with this."

He took the ring out of the box and carefully slid it onto her ring finger. Running his thumb over the band of jewelry on her finger and smiled closing his eyes before going to sleep.