George wakes me up at six in the morning on Christmas day with a cup of water splashed onto my face.
"Trying to drown me?" I shout wiping my face on my shirt.
George pulls his wand out and flicks it towards the bed and the water dries up instantly, "I need your help with my mum's Christmas present and you're a heavy sleeper." He says casually.
I roll over onto my stomach and put my pillow over my head, "It's Christmas day Weasley. It's a little too late for shopping." I groan.
George crawls onto the bed and lies on top of me, crushing me into the mattress, "I've already bought it, dummy, I just need you to help me finish it."
He props himself up so I can flip back around and face him. Our noses are brushing together, "I am not wearing a Santa costume." I say to him.
George kisses my lips quickly, "But you would look so hot with a white beard."
George bursts into laughter and I push him off of me, "God George!" I say laughing.
He pulls me on top of him and hold me against his chest, "So you'll help me if it doesn't include Santa Clause?" He says.
I wiggle out of his arms and sit back on my knees, straddling his waist. I put my hands on his chest and tap my fingers against his bare skin, "What do you need me to do?"
George looks up at me, "I mean with you sitting on my like this I can think of a few things I could get you to do." He says. I hit his chest and he laughs, "Alright okay I'm sorry. I want you to cut my hair and dye it back to red."
I tilt my head and look at him, "You sure?"
George nods, "I think its time yeah. And mum wants me to do it so I thought it would be a good present cause I didn't get her one..."
I hit him again, "You didn't get your own mother a Christmas present!"
"Would you stop hitting me woman!" George grabs onto both of my wrists so I can't move my hands anymore, "You didn't get her a Christmas present either!"
"Who says I didn't get her a Christmas present?" I say loudly, "I got both your parents a present. Least I could do given they've let me stay in their house for so long."
"Mind if I put my name on them too?" George says wiggling his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes and crawl back onto my side of the bed, "Come on, we better get your hair done before the rest of the house wakes up."
George rolls out of bed and pulls me along, down the hall, and down the stairs into the bathroom on the second floor. He sits backwards on the toilet and I drape a towel over his back so he doesn't get stray hairs all over himself.
"Fair warning, I've never cut hair before," I say snipping the scissors together a few times.
George laughs, "Cut it as short as you want darling, you're going to be the one looking at it all the time."
I roll my eyes and sigh but I've got a smile on my face. How could you not smile around George Weasley? I finish cutting his hair and I paint on the hair dye. "And now we wait for half an hour," I say looking at my handiwork.
George turns around and looks at me, "I wonder what we could do in half an hour?" He pulls me into him by my waist which makes me giggle.
"You're going to get red dye all over your mother's bathroom George," I say as he lifts my shirt a little and kisses my stomach.
"I'll be careful." He whispers.
He lifts my shirt higher, higher, till it's off of me and onto the floor. He smiles up at me, "God I love it when you don't wear a bra." He says in a deep voice.
I laugh to myself, "Now that I know that I'll stop wearing them then. They're so fucking uncomfortable."
George hums as he hooks his fingers into the bottom of my sleeping shorts, he tugs them down my legs and whistles quietly, "And no panties either? My oh, my Violet you really know what a guy likes."
He pulls me down towards him so I am straddling one of his thighs and he starts kissing up and down my neck. "Oh fuck, wait," I say, reaching across the small bathroom towards the sink where my wand is resting. I point my wand up into the air, "Muffliato." I say. A soft green light hits the ceiling and spreads down each of the walls before disappearing.
George hums, "We could have used that when we were back at Hogwarts." George says looking at me.
I grind my pussy into his thigh a little, he's still got on his red flannel pyjama pants, "I don't care if people listen. I just don't want those people to be your family." I say. I continue to shift back and forth on his thigh, slowly riding him.
George looks down at where I am sitting then back up at me, "I don't even have to touch you to get you off eh?" He says with a smirk on his face.
I let out a shaky breath, "You were taking too long." I sigh, picking up the pace.
George puts his hands on my hips and digs his fingers into me, "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen." He starts to bounce his leg in the same tempo that I'm moving.
I moan loudly and start moving faster, George bounces his leg faster too, doing his best to give me what I need.
" Oh my god." I sigh. I hold onto George's shoulders for extra support as the knot in my stomach grows. "Fucking hell... mmm."
I open my eyes for a second and I can see George watching me ride his thigh, his length getting obviously hard in his pyjama pants. "Why so quiet darling? No one but me can hear you." He whispers into my ear. George tightens his grip on my hips, massaging my sides a little as he bounces his leg up and down.
"fuck me!" I groan loudly. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to release. I take one of my hands off of George's shoulders and start to pleasure myself to speed up the process, "Oh fuck George!" I practically scream. "God George, faster please!"
George does what I ask and starts to bounce his leg faster. He uses his grip on my hips to push and pull me back and forth along his thigh. "FU-UCK!" I moan loudly as I reach my climax and cum all over George's pyjama pants.
He slows down his leg movements as I ride out my high. I rest my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath.
"I don't even know... that was... that was so fucking hot?" George says to me which makes me laugh. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you."
I pick my head up off his shoulder and kiss him hard on the lips, slipping my tongue in his mouth almost immediately. He groans into it which makes my sensitive core heat up again.
"You want to hop in the shower with me?" George says into my lips.
I laugh again which makes him laugh and pull away from me. "Course I do G." I say with a big smile on my face.
George stands me up and gets up himself, his left pant leg sticks to his skin cause I made it so wet. George laughs at it, "I can't believe you just did that. You amaze me you know?" He says as he turns on the shower. He looks over his shoulder, "Hot or cold?"
An hour later and George and I walk out of the bathroom, our hair wet from the shower. George's hair is back to the Weasley red which makes my heart do backflips. Before we head up the stairs and back to our room he spins around and kisses me, "Merry Christmas Violet." He whispers.
"Not that I'm complaining... but what was that for?" I say slowly opening my eyes again.
George points up to the ceiling which has a bushel of mistletoe attached to it.
Once we are dressed and George helps me cover the now very purple mark that he's left on my neck we carry down the presents that I got Molly and Arthur and put them under the tree. The Weasley family, along with Draco and Astoria, Lee and Walter, and Emma are all showing up at dinner time, which means that it's just me, George, Molly, and Arthur home for the beginning of the day given that Ginny wanted to spend the night at her fiancé's flat.
Molly is already in the kitchen cooking breakfast and getting things prepped for Christmas dinner. She told everyone to bring a dish so she's got more time to work on the big things like the turkey and the potatoes but she's not confident that any of them are going to remember, her words not mine.
"Merry Christmas mum," George says coming into the kitchen. She goes up behind her and kisses the top of her head.
Molly spins around to give her son a proper hug and gasps, "Look at you!" She says with a big smile on her face. She forces George to spin in a circle so she can get a complete view of his new hair.
"Did it just for you mum. It's your present!" George says smiling.
Molly grabs onto his face and pulls him down to her height so she can kiss his cheeks, "The best present I've ever gotten."
Once Arthur comes down from his room we all sit down to have breakfast. "Oh! I want to give you both your presents before the rest of the family comes over." I say, sort of choking on my orange juice. I get up from the table and dash over to the tree to get the things for Molly and Arthur.
"Violet honey you didn't need to get us presents!" Molly calls from the dining table.
I walk back into the kitchen and smile, "Course I had to get you two presents." I say smiling. I've wrapped the presents in the standard Malfoy gift paper, satin black paper with an emerald green bow. I pass them to the two of them and smile before sitting back down beside George.
Arthur opens his first. He rips the paper off like he's a little kid which makes my heart really happy, he pulls out a collection of books that I've got him, 'The Internet for Dummies', 'Electricity for Dummies', and my personal favourite 'Magic for Dummies.'
"They're muggle books. They explain things really well and teach you how to use what they're talking about. The internet, electricity, and muggle magic." I explain to him.
Arthurs face lights up, "These are incredible Violet! Thank you!" He starts to flick through one of them, looking at all the pictures.
"This paper is beautiful Violet," Molly says running her hand over the top of her box.
"It's a Malfoy thing, all the presents I've ever gotten are wrapped this way."
Molly carefully takes the bow and the paper off, trying her hardest not to rip it apart. Inside is a sweater that I've been knitting. It's pretty awfully made if I'm being honest. I've been watching how Molly knits in her spare time over the past couple months and I made her a signature Weasley Christmas sweater with a big yellow 'M' in the middle of the purple sweater.
"It's not the best but I've been studying how you knit and I tried my best..." I say watching Molly.
Molly looks at me with the biggest smile on her face. I never noticed how much she looks like George, kind eyes, big lips, the same nose... "It's fantastic darling thank you so much. I can teach you how to actually knit if you want so that we don't have to watch me from across the room."
Molly and I laugh and I nod, "Yes please, so I can actually make you a presentable sweater."
George kisses the side of my face, "You're adorable." He mumbles into my ear
Molly pulls the sweater I've made her over her head and gets back to work on the food for tonight. Arthur has migrated over to the living room with all the books I got him and starts reading one carefully.
"I've got your present upstairs," George says to me.
I smile at him and bite my lip a little, "Thought we already had our Christmas present exchange..." I whisper to him.
George laughs, "No like I got you an actual Christmas present dummy."
He drags me back upstairs and sort of tosses me onto the bed. I sit up and watch him sort through his sock drawer before he pulls out a little brown leather box and tosses it to me. The same little brown leather box that he pulled out of his pocket when we were at Madam Puddifoot's years ago.
"You fucking kept them? After all these years?" I say looking at George. My heart swells just looking at George.
George's ears... ear, goes red out of embarrassment, "Course I kept them, baby." He comes over to the bed and crawls over to me, "I hope it still fits." He lies down with his head in my lap looking up at me
I open the box and inside are two plain rings, a silver one and a gold one. I pluck the silver one out of the box and shove it on my finger, then I take the gold one out, grab a hold of George's hand and shove his on his finger. Instantly I can feel the slight pulse of his heartbeat in the ring. It soothes me. George looks at the ring on his finger then up at me, "You like it?"
"Course I like it dumbass," I say smiling.
George sits up, turns around and crawls on top of me, forcing me to lie down, both of us giggling. He lies his head on my chest and wraps his arms around my torso. He hums a little and squeezes me slightly, "If mum and dad weren't in love with you before, they definitely are now."
***
George and I spent the better half of the day cuddled in bed talking about stupid things and the occasional snog session. At around four o'clock that evening we headed back downstairs to make sure that Molly didn't need help with anything much to George's annoyance.
I see a car pull up in the driveway, "It's Draco!" I say happily. Because of Astoria's condition, they can't travel by Floo Network or apparition or anything because it would be too much strain on her body.
I rush out the front door and as soon as Draco steps out of the car I throw my arms around him, "I've missed you." I say to him.
Draco laughs a bit and hugs me back, the passenger door opens and closes and I let go of my baby cousin and look over.
Astoria is beautiful, she's shorter than Draco, with long brown hair that flows down her back. Her skin is pale, her cheeks hollow, overall skinny. But her eyes are bright and her smile is contagious.
I dash around the car and pull Astoria into a big hug, "Hi darling. I'm so happy you could make it." I say to her.
Astoria laughs, "It took a little bit of convincing but I insisted that we have to spend the holidays with family." She looks over at Draco with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well come on then. I want you to meet George." I say to her.
Astoria looks at me with her eyebrows raised slightly, "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy Violet. You're as smitten as a kitten."
Draco laughs, "You should have heard her when we were still at Hogwarts. It was awful."
I give Draco the finger and he laughs even harder. The three of us walk back towards the house, I've got my arm around Draco's shoulders. I push open the door and Molly, Arthur, and George are all standing there sort of awkwardly.
"Molly, Arthur... You've met Draco. And this is his lovely girlfriend Astoria Greengrass." I say introducing everyone.
Everyone hesitates at first, and then, "So nice to have you both here! Violet has told us so much about each of you." Molly says happily. She comes over and gives both Draco and Astoria a hug. Draco looks awkward at first but soon he's hugging Molly back with a smile on his face.
George, Astoria, Draco, and I all head into the living room and sit down.
"Is Mrs. Weasley always so... touchy?" Draco half whispers to me.
I smile and nod a bit, "Yeah, it's weird at first isn't it? You'll get used to it."
George looks over at us, "Weird?"
Draco and I laugh a bit, "Rule number one of the Black family, you don't show your children any love or affection." Draco says. We bust out into laughter, Astoria cracks a smile but George looks sort of worried.
We start talking, it's mostly Draco and George actually getting to know each other after all these years and Astoria and I talking amongst ourselves.
"Have you and Draco talked about marriage?" I say to her. Molly has brought us all tea and I pour myself a cup.
Astoria's eyes flick over to where Draco is sitting, he's having a rather in-depth conversation with George about business tactics. If I didn't know my cousin I would have thought he was looking to start his own business.
"We've spoken about it but I don't think it's the right thing to do. I don't think I have much time left. I don't want to burden him with all that." She says quietly, "And I know that he says he doesn't care if he doesn't have children. But I know him... I've seen him interact with my sisters child. He wants children and I don't think I can give him that."
I put my hand on her knee and look at her, "I have never see Draco so completely at peace and in love with someone before. Never not once. Sometimes the outcome is worth the risk." I say to her softly.
Astoria smiles and nods at me a few times. "Violet, Violet darling, the love of life. Will you please tell your cousin here that I am under no circumstances a sellout?" George asks me from across the room.
Astoria and I look over at the boys. They've each got smiles on their faces so I know that neither of them is being serious about anything. "I'm not getting involved in all that G. Fight your own battles," I say with a wink.
Bill and Fleur are the next to arrive. I introduce them both to Draco and Astoria. Once again there is a little hesitation between them all but after they sit down and start talking a bit, the conversation starts to flow smoothly again.
"Violet!" Victoire comes running over to me and I pick her up and put her on my lap. George looks over at me and smiles. I can tell that he gets the same feeling I get when I watch him interact with kids when he sees me interacting with kids. We would make cute babies...
Percy and Audrey arrive next, along with their daughter Molly. It's the same sort of awkwardness between Percy and Draco but it's cut short when Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Teddy, and an older woman that I've never seen before all arrive.
"The bloody hell is he doing here?" Ron spits as soon as he sees Draco.
Draco glances over at Astoria and I, and instantly I get into defensive mode. He looks just like he did when we were younger, scared of Voldemort. "He's my family Ronald. And you spend time with your family at Christmas." I say back to him.
I stand from my spot on the couch and George stands up too. He knows all too well how I react when it comes to defending my family. Ron looks at me, looks at his brother, looks at Draco who now looks very awkward. "We aren't at Hogwarts anymore." Draco says, "We're all adults, we've all changed. Let's start over."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all look at each other for a minute like they are having a conversation without words, "Molly makes the best Yorkshire pudding, everyone's got to experience it once in their lives." Harry says finally. The tension immediately dissipates and we go back to talking amongst ourselves.
George sits back down in his chair and pulls me onto his lap. I sit on him sideways, throwing my legs over the arm of the chair. I can't stop looking at the older woman though. She looks so familiar and so strange at the same time. She keeps making glances at Draco and me too. Then it hits me like a sack of bricks. She's our aunt, Andromeda.
She's sitting alone at a table in the corner of the room, just watching everyone and smiling. I kiss George on the lips quickly before crawling off of him and going over to sit at the empty chair at the table.
"You look so much like your mother..." She says looking at me, "It's strange, looking at her sitting in front of me knowing that she's not here anymore."
"My name's Violet." I stick out my hand and she shakes it, "I've been wanting to meet you for a while."
The rest of the night I talk to my Aunt Andromeda. Nothing too serious, mostly what I got up to during my time at Hogwarts, how I met the Weasleys, things like that. Then it's her turn. She talks to me about how much she despised her family's way of thinking. How much it bothered her that her parents wanted her to marry the man they picked out for her, the same way that my mother had to marry my father, how she met her late husband Ted, how they fell in love and had their late daughter Nymphadora. 'Oh, how you would have loved her' she says to me. I act as if I never met her, I don't want to ruin her moment and tell her that her daughter was an ass to me in the short time that I knew her.
Then I ask her about my mother. What she was like growing up; if she was always as mentally unstable as she was when she got out of Azkaban.
"Your mother, my Bella, was always very headstrong. She knew what she wanted and she would do anything to anyone to get it. I saw the early signs of instability during her sixth year at Hogwarts. That was when our parents told her that she was to marry Rodolphous. That was also when she started focusing more and more on the dark arts. She met Tom, Tom Riddle, and I think she fell in love with him. But he could never give her what she wanted, he was incapable of love you see, being conceived through a love potion. I don't think that helped with her mental stability, falling for a man physically incapable of love."
I listen to her speak of my mother with wide eyes, no one, not even my aunt Narcissa spoke of my mother this way when I asked her questions throughout my childhood. Aunt Narcissa acted like nothing was wrong with my mother, that she was perfect in every sense of the word. "I'm sorry they treated you the way they did." Is all I can manage to say.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you away from all that. I knew about you, knew what will probably happen if I left you in Narcissa and Lucius's care... But I couldn't get myself to face my family again."
I take my aunt's hand in my own and hold it tightly, "You did what you had to do. I feel the same way about my cousin Draco. If I was stronger, then I could have taken him away from it all instead of trying to protect him from it while living in that house. But we're here now, together. And I'd like to say that we all turned into pretty amazing people."
Aunt Andromeda wipes a tear from her face with her free hand, "The Weasley's are good people. I'm happy that you and Draco found them."
I look behind me, at the loud room. Draco and Astoria are chatting with Bill and Fleur, George is doing a dumb dance with Charlie and Ginny while Molly laughs and takes photos of the three of them. George makes eye contact with me and smiles, he stumbles over his feet and Charlie makes fun of him. I smile and turn back around to look at my Aunt. The perfect mixture between my mother and my Aunt Narcissa, only kinder, genuine happiness in her face.
"I'm happy we found them too."