To Love A Weasley {Sequel to 'The Weasley Mayhem'}

Chapter Three ~ Sirius Black

I stomped down the two flights of stairs, with George hot on my heels, before I finally reached Ginny’s room. Where I proceeded to open the door and slam it behind me, right in George’s face.

“Well someone isn’t happy…” Ginny mumbled, lifting her head from the magazine she was reading. “What did my brother do now?” She asked, sighing and coming to sit with me on Hermione’s bed. I had already passed Hermione who was the story above us with Ron.

“He just got really possessive and jerky when I mentioned that I had been talking to Victor in the car on the way here. And then he unpacks my photos and sets them on his bedside table.” I huffed.

“Is that all?” Ginny asks laughing. “You’re angry at him for being who he is. I don’t think that’s fair.” Ginny said as she went back to her bed and picked up her magazine and started reading from where she had left off.

“You really think I’m being mad for nothing?” I asked, still unsure. George and I were still new at dating and we hadn’t really gotten this semester off to a good start.

“I really do.” Ginny said, flipping the page of the magazine. Listening to what she said I stood up and went to leave her room. “Where are you going?” Ginny called to my back as I opened her door, the hinges screeching in protest.

“I’m going to find George!” I called back to her over my shoulder. I walked downstairs, searching all the rooms until I found a door that led to another flight of stairs that led downwards. I walked down the dark stairs, clinging to the railing, eventually I heard sounds of clattering pans and talking so I guessed that the stairs would lead me to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a cavernous room with a large fireplace at one end and a large wooden table in the centre. Mrs Weasley stood over a large pot of food, presumably preparing dinner for us all. George sat at the table talking to Sirius Black, escapee from Azkaban prison and was also Harry’s godfather. Sirius was a tall, well-built, man with pale skin, long, lustrous black hair, striking grey eyes and had his usual air of casual elegance that I was very jealous about. “Sirius, it’s good to see you. You’re looking well.” I said smiling at him and going around the table to give him a hug.

“You too, you look even more beautiful than the last I saw you and of course you’ve grown up quite a lot. I’m so sick of being cooped up in here, but its either this or Azkaban. How are you liking my house?” He asked, his grey eyes twinkling slightly.

“It’s slightly spooky. I think if I grew up here I wouldn’t have been able to sleep due to the nightmares of the house collapsing in on me.” I said honestly.

“I know what you mean, unfortunately there was something much more scarier here that gave me my nightmares… my mother! Have you become acquainted with her portrait yet?” Sirius asked, barking with laughter that was contagious. All of us laughed, except George who sat there starring at the table.

“No I haven’t.” I said still laughing.

“In that case you are lucky, she doesn’t half screech. Poor Tonks is absolutely terrified of nocking anything over now.” Sirius said, referring to my clumsy two left footed cousin.

“She never was very good with spaceal awareness. Do you mind if I steal George from you?” I asked politely.

“No go ahead, have fun… but not too much fun!” He called to us after he received a disapproving look from Molly. I grabbed George’s arm and pulled him upstairs and into one of the drawing room on the ground floor. The room had a tapestry of faces, the black family tree, hanging on the wall. Some faces were burnt out with dark black marks.

“I’m sorry.” I breathed out as soon as we got into the room.

“I am too.” George said, pulling me to him and into a hug. I breathed in his comforting smell of the woods and cookies, a smell I was well acquainted with. “I can’t stand having you mad at me.” George said honestly, placing his hand underneath my chin and tilting upwards so that I was looking up into his kind brown eyes.

I don’t know who moved first but we were closer, his warm sweet smelling breath fanning across my face. He leant down slightly and pressed a soft gentle kiss that sent shivers down my spine right down to my toes. I opened my mouth slightly for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue hesitantly entered my mouth, stroking my tongue with his in nervous, disjointed movements. I no longer knew where I was and who was around me. All that mattered was George and I. This was the first time we had kissed so deeply and I wasn’t going to forget it so easily.

“Hey guys… oh sorry!” Fred said, opening to once closed door and interrupting probably the best kiss that George and I had ever had. George and I groaned as we unwillingly parted from each other.

Some people always wonder how I can tell the pair apart. It’s simple really their personalities are slightly different. George was the quieter, gentle one of the twins. Fred could sometimes be cruel and was the one that took on the role as the ringleader. George’s sense of humour was different as well, not as harsh and he also seemed to make fun of himself to make people feel better. There are also some facial features that help to tell them apart. When they are standing together, you can tell that Fred’s forehead is slightly wider and his eyes are further apart than his brother and have a noticeable scar above his left eyebrow. George also has moles on the right side of his neck and he had also outgrown his brother to be slightly taller, letting me know which one is which.

“Perfect timing Freddie.” George grumbled, resting his forehead against mine caressing my jaw, that was still clutched in his hand, softly, his touch was like feathers ghosting my skin. His other hand still rested lightly on my hip, millimetres from the bare skin that lay underneath the thin material of my t-shirt.

“Sorry about that, but mum is having kittens. Apparently the order are having a meeting and we need to go upstairs cause we’re not allowed to hear whatever it is that they are talking about.” Fred said, walking out of the door and leaving it open.

“Order?” I asked confused, I had no idea what this order was, finally backing away from George and putting some space between us reluctantly.

“I’ll explain when we get upstairs, but it’s probably better if we get up there now before mum comes and finds us. I don’t fancy facing her wrath today.” George said as he pulled me along behind him out of the drawing room and up the stairs to our bedroom.

“Well here’s a thought for you… stop getting on her nerves so much?” I suggested, hopefully he would consider it and give his mum some peace.

“Not a chance!” George said laughing. Of course not… who was I kidding with that suggestion? Giving their mum agro was the twins’ favourite hobby!