After the wedding, it went back to just George and me at the Burrow with Molly and Arthur. It feels like there is pressure on George and me, to get engaged or married or whatever. I can't get what George said out of my head, 'I'll propose soon then.' Every time I think of it, it makes my heart flutter.
It's the end of March right now, a couple of days till George's birthday. He says he doesn't want to do anything for it though. That he just wants to lie in bed all day. I don't blame him. It's a bad day for us all. Molly says that he hasn't celebrated his birthday since the war.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" George says watching me from the bathroom door with a smile on his face.
I look at him through the mirror. "You want to learn how to braid hair?" I ask a little confused.
George shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, it's a good skill to have. We might have a daughter one day."
My entire heart hurts when he says that. I fully turn around and look at him, "How are you so fucking sweet?"
George laughs and looks to the ground then back up at me, "So can you? Teach me?"
I take the finished braid out of my hair and grab the brush and a few elastics. "Come on then." We go downstairs and I sit on the floor in front of the couch so he can do my hair.
After explaining how to do it and demonstrating, George starts to braid my hair over and over and over again.
"Ow! God Weasley be careful!" I say laughing.
George kisses the top of my head, "Sorry, sorry." He takes the braid out of my hair and sighs, "They don't look good."
I look up at him, "It's alright if they aren't perfect darling."
"No it's not. I don't want my daughters to have poorly made braids their entire childhood." He brushes my hair again and starts over.
Molly comes into the living room and looks at us, "What are you two up to?" I can hear her smile in her voice.
"George is learning how to braid hair in case we have a daughter." I say casually.
Molly walks over to us and stands in front of me, "Are you...?" She whispers.
"Pregnant? No, no. He's practicing so that if we ever have kids he'll be able to do it." I say smiling.
Molly shakes her head a bit but she's smiling. "You remind me so much of Arthur and I when we were younger you know that? Do you want a snack or something?"
"No we're alright mum. Go relax and read a book or something." George mumbles.
Molly laughs, "Alright then." She heads back out of the living room, pauses in the doorway watching us, then heads out.
"You hear that? You remind your mum of your dad." I say to George, "You're going to go bald."
George tugs on my hair a little, "Will you love me if I lose all my hair and have to get glasses?"
"Hmm, I could deal with the balding but I might have to draw the line at glasses," I say joking.
George tugs my hair again, "You suck you know that?"
"Careful Weasley, keep pulling my hair like that and you're going to turn me on," I say quietly in case that Molly is within earshot.
George leans over my shoulder so he can talk into my ear, "How about we go upstairs then hmm?"
"Under one condition," I whisper. George hums in my ear, waiting for me to continue, "You've gotta wear a bald cap."
"I mean... yeah I guess?" George says awkwardly.
I laugh loudly, "You'd do that for me? You'd wear a bald cap during sex if I wanted it?"
George continues to braid my hair, "Yeah? I love you and all of your weird fetishes."
I hit his leg playfully, "My weird fetishes? Okay, mister breeding kink." George lets go of my hair and I can feel him lean back into the couch.
"Okay Miss sensory deprivation," George says to me, not very loud because his mum is in the other room.
"Okay mister 'get on your fucking knees."
"Okay Miss 'I like people listening!"
I turn around to look at George, he's leaning back into the couch and has got his arms up, resting his hands on the back of his neck. He's looking down at me with an amused smirk on his face, "You wanna go upstairs?" I ask him, putting my hand on his thigh and giving it a light squeeze
"Fuck yeah I want to go upstairs." George jumps from the couch and takes my hand, pulling me up off the ground and into his chest.
"Have you two got anything planned for today?" Molly calls from the kitchen.
George looks at me, "Should I tell her?" He whispers."
I swat his chest, "Don't you dare tell her!"
"We're gonna have a lazy day I think mum. No physical activity at all, just lying in bed reading a book." George says, he looks at me and winks and I swat his chest again.
Molly comes around the corner, "Alright then. I think I might go and visit your father at the Ministry so we can have lunch together."
"That sounds like a great idea Molly," I say kindly to her.
Molly smiles, "It does, doesn't it? Then it's settled. I'll see you kids for dinner." She says going back into the kitchen.
George takes my hand and drags me upstairs, practically tossing me into the bedroom that we've claimed as our own. As he walks towards me he casts the silencing charm and locks the door just in case Molly decides to check on us before she leaves.
"Breeding kink huh?" George says putting his hands on my hips.
I nod, "What else would you call it hmm?"
George hums but doesn't respond. Instead, he kisses my forehead and walks forward, guiding me to the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall backwards giggling the whole time. "I want to try something new, are you alright with that?" He asks me as he crawls on top of me and kisses me deeply.
One of my hands flies to his hair while the other moves lower so I can palm him through his jeans. George sighs into my lips which sends heat down to my core. "What'd you have in mind?" I whisper, pulling away from his lips.
George smiles, "Be right back." He pecks my forehead a few times before he climbs off of me and leaves the room.
I sigh and prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at the door that George just walked out of. "This man's gonna be the death of me I swear," I mutter to myself, a smile forming on my lips.
George comes back holding a burning candle and a bowl of something. He carefully walks over to the bedside table and puts both things down. "Mums gone and left, it's just us home for the next couple hours." He looks down at the things he just left on the table and nods, clearly impressed with himself.
I strain my neck so I can see what the hell he's got with him, "A candle and some ice?" I sort of ask him.
He looks over at me, "Don't worry love, it's not going to hurt. Quite the opposite really." He claps his hands together, "Right then, get naked."
I laugh and fall back into the bed, "Christ George."
He takes a hold of my hand and pulls me up, so I'm in a sitting position. Then he pulls me up a little more so I'm standing, "Strip for me."
My eyes go wide but just for a second. I start to play with the hem of my shirt, slowly bringing it higher and higher up my body till I pull it over my head and let it fall to the floor by George's feet. Then, I spin around and press my back against him, my bum grinding into his length. He sighs deeply and puts his hands on my hips, holding me in place.
I undo my jeans and start pulling them down my legs, kicking them to the side somewhere. Then I sit on the bed, in my bra and panties and look up at George as I reach behind me and unhook my bra.
He smirks at me, his eyes falling down towards my chest. He kisses his teeth, "Look at you, waiting for me like that. Christ." He says in a very deep voice.
"Well, who else would I be waiting for hm?" I say leaning back on the bed a little more and opening my legs just a tad.
George groans and smiles up at the ceiling before coming over to the bed and kissing me hard, pushing me down into the bed. Our breathing gets heavier as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. He pulls away for some air and looks down at me, "Let me know if I hurt you and we can stop at any time alright?" He whispers.
I brush my thumb against his swollen lips and he leans into my touch, "Yeah." I whisper back.
George smiles and kisses my thumb before flipping me over so I'm on my back and he's sitting on my bum. I let myself relax into the bed and I can feel George moving around a bit getting whatever it is that he needs.
"Okay darling, stay still." He whispers into my ear before sitting upright again. It takes a second but suddenly there's hot wax dripping onto my back slowly.
It takes me by surprise and I gasp loudly and bury my head into the pillow. George stops everything, "Are you alright?" I can hear the concern in his voice.
"Fucking perfect." My voice is muffled from the pillow.
He chuckles to himself and slowly starts to pour the wax on me again. I moan loudly and I can feel his length on my bum getting hard. "God Weasley." I groan into the pillow. George stops, or he runs out of wax, I really don't know. All I know is that the next thing I feel is a freezing cold ice cube trailing down my spine slowly, tracing the spots where the still hot wax is.
I arch my back, "fuck George. Holy shit!" I cry out. The sensation on my back is making my heat ache for his touch down there.
George flips me over again so I'm facing him. I watch him as he slowly slides the ice cube into his mouth and he leans closer to me. He looks into my eyes to make sure that I'm still alright and I nod.
Then he kisses me, the ice cube still in his mouth. His cold tongue against my hot one. I moan loudly into his mouth and I can feel George smile against my lips. We kiss like that till the ice cube melts away. As he pulls away from me I bite his bottom lip and tug on it a little which makes him groan.
"You ready for some more?" He asks me, reaching over to the bedside table and taking another ice cube out of his bowl.
I sigh deeply, "Yes please."
George holds the ice cube between his lips and winks at me before he drags it down my jawline, down my neck, and in between my breasts. I squirm underneath his touch, trying desperately to get some friction on my heat. George brings the ice cube to one of my nipples and I moan loudly, "oh fuck." I press my head into the pillow and arch my back so I'm closer to George. He hums and it sends vibrations through the ice cube and onto my sensitive nipple which turns me into a mess of moans underneath him.
Once he's satisfied, George moves over to my other breast doing the same thing as before. With every moan that escapes my lips, I can feel his length growing harder and harder against my thigh. I buck my hips upwards but he pins me down with one of his hands.
He goes back and forth between my breasts till the ice cube is nothing but cold water pooling on my skin. He looks at me and smirks, "Getting a little impatient are we?" He says.
"Getting annoyed that you're fully dressed," I say looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He laughs a little, "Sorry darling I didn't notice. It's a little unfair isn't it?" He says.
"Very unfair." I bite my lip as I watch him pull off his shirt, his arm muscles flexing slightly as he moves around on top of me. He undoes his pants with one hand and shimmies out of them, letting them land on the floor beside the bed.
Before he takes his boxers off though he loops his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. "So fucking wet already. I haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet." He runs his fingers over my heat and I moan out in pleasure, grinding my hips against his touch. "Be a good girl and pass me another bit of ice would you?"
I reach over to the table and hand him the last ice cube that we've got. George puts it in his mouth before grabbing onto my thighs and slowly pulling my legs open.
Just his hands so close to where I want him makes me moan. Before he does anything, George looks up at me and waits for me to nod.
As soon as his cold tongue hits my heat I cry out, "Ho-oly SHIT!" I put one of my hands in his hair as the other grips the bed sheets for dear life. "fuck George! Oh my god!"
He sucks and licks my heat. The mixture of the ice and the pressure of his tongue puts me in a state of ecstasy. "oh god – oh yes! Fuck!" I pull hard on his hair and he moans, sending vibrations deep into my core. He traces my entrance with his finger before slowly sliding it inside me.
"O-oh god! Yes! Fuck George God! Yes right – right there. Oh My God!" I'm a mess. George sucks hard on my heat and adds two more fingers inside of me, pumping in and out. I pull on his hair again, moving his head where I need him the most. His moans mix in the air with mine.
"Christ Weasley. Mmm oh my god! F-faster please god faster." I buck my hips upwards trying to get more friction. George moves his other hand from my thigh and reaches up to my face, putting his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them and moan against them as he picks up his pace down below.
"Jesus, oh god I'm so fucking close!" My voice is muffled by his fingers. He takes his hand away from my mouth and it closes around my throat, squeezing just enough for me to go light-headed. That feeling alone sends me over the edge. George pulls his fingers out of me and licks me clean as I ride out my orgasm.
He moves his face back up to mine and kisses me hard, making me taste myself, his breath is heavy, his movements sloppy. He pulls away and smirks, "You have the hottest little moan you know that? My name sounds so fucking good on these lips." He kisses me again, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.
His length is rock hard in his boxers and I start to palm him through the thin fabric which makes him moan loudly. "Let's see how my name sounds on your lips," I say to him. George smiles and links his legs in mine, using the leverage to flip the two of us over so I'm on top.
I start to grind against his hips and he whimpers, "Violet, it hurts. Fuck me if you're going to fuck me. None of this teasing shit."
"What's the magic word?" I say playing with the hem of his boxers as I grind into him
George moans louder and his eyes roll into the back of his head, "fucking Lumos Violet. Just get on with it. I'm begging you."
I laugh airily, "that'swhat I was looking for." I hum as I pull his boxers down
Later in the day, I'm sitting at the dining table painting my nails. George has been up in our room doing god knows what for the past couple hours. He's been doing that recently, hiding out in our room for hours on end. He's also been inviting Ron over a bunch and they've been hiding out together.
George and Ron come hopping down the stairs and look at me, "What are you two planning?" I look at them as I blow my nails dry.
George and Ron look at each other, "Nothing... Nothing at all." Ron says as casually as he can with his ears turning pink.
"You're a bad liar Ronald." I smirk at him and his face goes as red as his ears.
George comes over to me and kisses the top of my head, "Brothers aren't allowed to have secret conversations now?"
I hum, "Course they can. But your brother looks guilty." I look over at Ron and smile, "Does it have anything to do with Hermione? Did you cheat on her?"
Rons eyes go wide, "What? No! I would never!"
"Ron knows that Mione is the best that he's gonna get, he wouldn't dream of cheating on her. Isn't that right Ronnie-kins." George says.
Ron rolls his eyes, "I'm going to head off. Let me know when that thing is ready eh G?" George nods at his brother, "Bye Vi."
"Bye Ronnie! Get home safe please!" I blow him a kiss and he smiles before heading out of the door. We can hear a rather loud CRACK! and he apparates off.
I look at George and smile, "G let me paint your nails."
George looks at me, "What? No I'm not letting you paint my nails."
"Pretty please? It'll look so good on you."
George steps back from me a little bit, "You're not painting my nails darling."
I get up from my chair and snatch the nail polish of the table, "Charlie always has his nails painted and it looks really good."
A flicker of jealousy crosses over George's face, "I'm not Charlie." He says matter of factly.
"No shit Sherlock. But it'll look good on you too!"
I walk towards him and George walks backwards away from me, "Give me your nails!" I shout before chasing after him. He laughs and sprints around the living room and dining room. He stumbles over his big feet and falls onto the couch. I throw myself on top of him, pinning him down.
"Fine god okay you win!" He laughs.
I let him sit up and I take his hand in mine, spreading his fingers out. I uncap the polish and wipe off the excess on the bottle.
"You go a little cross eyed when you focus you know that?" George says as he's watching me paint his index nail.
I look up at him and stick my tongue out, "Stop making fun of me jack ass."
"I'm not making fun of you! It's adorable."
***
May twenty-fifth. My birthday. George wakes me up with a hundred kisses all over my face.
"You're all old now." George whispers to me.
I open my eyes and his face is about three centimetres away from mine, "You're older than me hotshot."
"By a month."
"Still older than me."
"All this attitude is making me want to return your present."
I smile up at him, "Alright fine. I'm an old bat and you're as young as they come."
"That's all I'm asking."
George crawls out of bed and looks at me, "there's breakfast waiting for you downstairs. Mum helped me make it for you. Draco and Astoria are coming by later today for lunch but you're mine all night okay?"
I stretch my arms into the air and look at him, "Got the whole day planned huh Weasley."
George crawls back into bed and pecks my lips softly, "Anything for you, you old bat."
"You're on thin ice sir." I say sitting up. George hops off the bed and goes over to the door.
"Get dressed and come downstairs darling." He winks at me before opening the door and walking down the hall.
I figure that because it's my birthday and everything that I should probably get dressed and be presentable or whatever. I put on a black pencil skirt and a dark green blouse that has a droopy bow on the back of it. I brush out my hair and sigh, staring at myself in the small mirror that is on the wall. "Twenty six years old." I whisper to myself, "You look good."
I snatch my wand from the bedside table and stuff it into the waistband of my skirt so I have it with me.
As soon as I open the door all I can smell is cinnamon and bacon. I walk down the stairs and Molly, Arthur, and George are all sitting at the table. Just seeing them there makes me smile like a ninny. But my smile falters when I see a satin black package with a green bow sitting on the table along with a letter.
"What's uh... what's that?" I say softly.
George looks at the package then back at me, "It came this morning when you were still asleep." George says.
I ignore it completely and sit down at the table. George and Molly have made cinnamon buns, egg, bacon, the works. It's a fantastic breakfast. Arthur manages to pull off some muggle magic that he learned from the book I got him for Christmas which makes Molly all giggly and blushy, talking about how happy it makes her seeing him so passionate about something.
"Let George and I do the dishes Mol. It's the least I can do given you made me breakfast and everything." I say to her putting my fork down.
"It's your birthday Violet, you don't have to do anything of the sort." Molly says getting up and taking the dirty dishes off the table.
"Molly, I love and adore you. But you're not doing anything more for me today. You and Arthur should go on a walk, it's a beautiful day." I get up from the table and take the dishes out of her hands. "I'm serious." I say with a smile.
Molly smiles really big, "George if you don't marry her I'm going to get her to marry Charlie because there's no way I'm going to let this woman out of the family."
George comes over to me and his mum, "Charlie's going to have to get in line mum."
Molly laughs and she and Arthur head outside holding hands and giggling like school children. I fill the sink with water and soap and grab a sponge.
"You're joking. We're actually going to do the dishes? Like without magic..." George says watching me.
I nod, "I'll wash and you'll dry." I say smiling.
George picks up the tea towel beside the sink and grumbles to himself about the thought of doing chores without magic.
I pick up some of the bubbles and blow them at George's face. He scrunches up his nose and looks at me, "What the bloody hell was that for?"
I shrug and pass him the now clean pan, "I felt like it."
George twirls the tea towel up into a whip and hits the back of my legs with it with a loud SMACK! "Ow what the fuck Weasley! Mine wasn't violent!"
"Mine was far more enjoyable though." He says with a wink.
Nearly as soon as we finish the dishes I can hear a car horn from outside. I look at George and smile before running out with bare feet to meet Draco and Astoria.
The door swings wide open and Draco hops out with the biggest smile on his face, "I'M ENGAGED!" He shouts.
I stop in my tracks and look at him. Astoria is laughing as she gets out of the car and looks over at me.
"You're engaged?" I say softly.
Draco nods a bunch of times and looks behind him at his girlfriend... his fiancé... "I'm fucking engaged!"
I sprint over to him and throw my arms around his neck, "Holy shit! My baby brother!" I scream. Draco and I laugh together swaying back and forth. I let go of him and pull Astoria into a massive hug too. "Welcome to the family my love!" I say to her. She howls with laughter and hugs me tight.
"It's all thanks to you, you know. What you said to me at Christmas." She says into my ear quietly.
George comes out of the house and looks at us, "What are you lot yelling about?"
I let go of Astoria and spin around, "Draco's engaged!" I shout making both Draco and Astoria start laughing again. Astoria goes over to Draco and he kisses her cheek softly.
"Well I'll be damned. Congratulations you two!" George says happily. He comes over to the three of us. He hugs both Dray and Astoria which makes my heart soar. I never thought I would see the day that a Weasley hugged a Malfoy but here I am.
I peck George on the lips, "You just hugged my cousin." I say smiling.
"Yeah, what about it?"
Draco looks over at us and I smile, "The two rival families of the wizarding world, hugging each other? I never thought I'd see the day."
"You've made it awkward now." Draco laughs.
We all walk inside and sit around the dining table. Draco notices the package and letter that I haven't opened yet. I can tell he wants to ask about it but he doesn't say anything.
George pulls out a tin of cookies and puts the kettle on before he sits down at the table. "So when are you two tying the knot? Making it all official and shit?" George asks looking at Draco and Astoria.
"Either the end of the year or early next year. Something like that." Draco says smiling at his wife-to-be.
"It's going to be small for sure. Just my mother and father, my little sister. You two hopefully." Astoria says. She holds Draco's hand carefully.
"Course we're going to be there. I want to see this dummy in dress robes, looking all grown up." I say laughing.
"I've got a question for you." Draco says looking at me, "You want to be my best man?"
I smile really big, "In case you haven't noticed Draco. I am a woman."
Draco throws a bit of his cookie at me and I dodge it, "You know what I mean Violet."
My face hurts from smiling so much, my eyes get a little bit teary, "Course I'll be your best man dude."
Astoria and I start talking about wedding shit and George and Draco slip off somewhere by themselves which makes me really happy.
"He hasn't told his mother and father." Astoria says to me, "They write to him a fair bit but he doesn't even read the letters anymore he just tosses them into the fireplace."
"I wrote to them around Christmas and haven't got a letter back so if you think that I'll be the one to tell him to talk to them..."
Astoria shakes her head, "Oh no of course not. I can tell it hurts him. Choosing me over his family. I'm nervous he might regret it one day."
I put my hand on top of hers and pat it softly, "Trust me, darling, we're the only family that he wants there. Me and you. Our childhood sucked for many different reasons and my Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa are one of the big reasons why. The other one being Voldemort." I say with a laugh. Astoria smiles but she doesn't look very sure, "We're the only family that Draco wants. You and me. And your parents and sister and the Weasleys hopefully."
Astoria laughs and before she could say anything else Draco and George come back into the room, both of them with a big smile on their faces.
Draco looks at the package again, then looks at me, "You going to open that?" He says.
I look at the end of the table and sigh, "Can you open it with me?" I say to him.
"Astoria! Let me give you a proper tour of the house, you didn't get one last time you were here." George says happily. Astoria looks between Draco and me before nodding and following George out of the room. Draco goes over and picks up the package and letter and puts it in front of me. He sits down on the opposite side of the table.
"Whenever you're ready there birthday girl," Draco says with a half-smile.
I roll my eyes and pick up the letter first, I read it out loud so that Draco can know what it says too.
Violet.
Thank you for reaching out to us. It is nice to hear from you. Your uncle and I have been worried about you, living amongst the muggles. They don't have a good history with witches and wizards.
I would like to apologize. For everything that we made both you and Draco do during the war, during the Dark Lord's reign. And while we feel badly for the things that we made you do, the lives you were forced to take. We do not condone a relationship between you and the blood traitors. We still love you and we both want to be apart of your life in some way, but neither of us plan on having a relationship with the Weasleys.
If or when you get married to the Weasley boy, we will not be attending, nor will we be helping pay for the ceremony. If it were up to your uncle you would not have gotten your mother and fathers inheritance but it's rightfully yours and you may do what you wish for it. However, I have decided that if you do end up with the Weasley, I will not take you off of the family tree. Though he is a blood traitor his family is apart of the sacred twenty eight and I respect that.
I hope this gets to you in time for your birthday but frankly, I have no idea where the Weasleys live or how far away from the Manor they are and our owl has been getting older. If this does reach you in time... Happy twenty-sixth birthday darling.
Auntie Narcissa and Uncle Lucius
I look up from the letter and at Draco. He's got a look of anger and disgust on his face, "I hate them." He whispers.
"I know you do. I do too." I whisper back.
He slams his hands on the table "After all these years? They're still talking about keeping the bloodline pure? Are you kidding me!?"
I let the letter fall out of my hands and onto the table, "Some people never change their views Draco... some people refuse to change, for anyone."
"For their own children! They won't change for their own bloody children!" Draco's got tears in his eyes now, "My children will never know their grandparents!" Draco takes a couple of breaths to calm himself down. "You're lucky your mother is dead and your father is locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his life. You don't have to worry about this crap."
Draco looks at me with wide eyes, "I'm... I'm sorry I didn't mean that." We look at each other for a little before bursting out into laughter.
I push the box a little closer to Draco, "You want a present?" I say to him.
Draco shoves the box back across the table, "Absolutely not."
We laugh again. I take a deep breath and pull the paper off of the box and pop the top off, "Oh my fucking god." I whisper.
"What is it?" Draco asks me peering over from his side of the table.
I don't know whether to laugh or scream or throw it halfway across the room. I pull out a picture frame from in the box, it's about the size of a muggle piece of paper. It a painted portrait of us all. Aunt Narcissa, Uncle Lucius, Draco, and I.
I slide it over the top of the table to Draco and he looks down at it. "Merlin's beard." He says. We start laughing again, really hard. To the point where we are both sobbing, but I don't know if it's because we are laughing so hard or if its because we are so broken inside and we just officially lost our parents. George and Astoria come back into the room and look at Draco and I and then at each other.
"Are they alright?" I can hear Astoria ask George.
George laughs, "Absolutely not."