Something More- George Weasley Fanfic

6. An Answered Question

George scrambled to lift his body off of Olivia as they both turned to face Ron, who's cheeks were getting redder by the second. Flustered, unable to form a full sentence, "I- erm-" he stuttered, swallowing hard before running downstairs.

Olivia jumped to her feet, put on her shorts as quickly as she could and grabbed her shirt, putting it on as she rushed down after him, leaving George still sitting on the bed in shock. 

When she reached the main floor, she found him pacing back and forth, his eyes trained on the ground, silent until he noticed she was there and began to speak.

"I- I was just coming to make sure we had the- the um, Arithmancy text book in P-Percy's old stuff," he started, struggling to force the words out of his mouth, unable to look her in the eye, "and then I heard the music and thought I'd come ask you- god!" Finally looking at her as he continued, his body slightly shaking as his eyes filled with guilt, "Im so sorry Liv, I didn't mean to see you like that, all- all- bloody hell I'm so sorry!"

"Ron!" She gently held him by the shoulders attempting to calm him down, her voice softened as she continued "Ron, I know, you had no reason to think I'd be..." pausing to find the right words, "that I'd be exposed like that, please don't feel guilty, it's entirely not your fault." Now releasing his shoulders as he had seemed to calm down a bit.

A now fully dressed George joined them, walked in from behind Olivia and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, replacing Ron's shock with confusion.

"I'm really sorry mate. We didn't hear you come in over the music, and we didn't think anyone else was coming here today because mum said she was sending you and Fred down to Diagon Alley."

"Yeah we were about to leave but she sent me here first to make sure we had the Arithmancy book and help bring back one of the bags..." his words slowed as his eyes fell on the arm draped across her shoulder, "wait are you two dating or something?" 

"or something." Olivia responded making both her and George laugh nervously, neither of them sure they were quite ready for that conversation.

"For how long?" Ron continued question.

"Hmm... I'd say about 8 hours or so!" George joked, his usual relaxed demeanor returning, undoing the knot in Olivia's stomach.

"Ron, please don't tell anyone, not even Harry... At least until we get to school..." Olive began to plead until Ron interrupted her.

"I won't tell anyone... you don't have to worry." He obliged reassuring her, most likely because he realized they were just as confused as him. She leaped forward, wrapping her arms around him, and thanked him as she hugged his startled body.

George and Olivia returned to 12 Grimmauld Place shortly after Ron given that the mood was decidedly unsalvageable, bringing the two bags as Ron had already left with the basket of ingredients for his mother.

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Hours had passed and the sun would soon set. The 6 friends were now sitting around the living room, Ginny and Ron playing a of wizards chess that was quickly intensifying, and the twins participating in a lively debate with Olivia about who would be worse to be locked in a room with, Snape or Filch. Olivia arguing that Filch would smell worse, the twins pointing out that Snape would eventually beat you up for breathing too loudly.

All the while Hermione sat on the couch comfortably, reading a book quietly, her focus not surprising despite the chaos surrounding her. The phone rang across the room and she rose, still read as she walked over to answer it. "Hello?" a response came from the other end.

"Liv!" she said, "Its for you, a man named Jakob!" 

Olivia walk over, Fred still going on about how Snape's breathe probably smells worse that Filch to George, no longer paying attention to a word he was saying as his focus had shifted to the phone where Jakob waited to speak to Olivia.

"Hello... Jakob?" she said confused as she took the phone from Hermione.

"Olivia! We just received a shipment of vinyl cleaning sets and you asked me to call you when we did."

"Oh! Thats great!" she responded happily, now reminded of their conversation.

"Yeah! I'll keep the shop open a little longer if you want to come pick it up today." he offered.

"Perfect, I'll be right over... see you in a bit!"

"I'm running over to Mr. Forsbergs to pick up an order!" she shouted to her fathers as she went to grab her bag.

"Hey, it's getting late, I'll come with you." George interjected, causing Ron to choke on the sip of water he had just taken.

The two left the house and started down the street to the store. Upon entering the shop they were greeted by Jakobs usual flirty self, "Ah! Perfect timing!" He said setting the cleaning set on the counter.

"I could say the same for you!" she said, grabbing her wallet, preparing to pay him.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he began ringing her up.

"Well we leave for school the day after tomorrow and we won't be back until Christmas. So, it's perfect that you called when you did or I might've not been able to get this before we left!"

"Oh really? Well my father will want to say goodbye to you, you've grown on him a lot this summer, he usually doesn't like costumers, must be your impeccable taste in music!" He said with a wink.

"There you go flattering me once again..." a short giggle following her words.

"Hey, by the way... this could be pointless given its almost your last night, I'm kicking myself for not ask sooner but, erm- would you maybe like to go grab dinner somewhere, if your friend doesn't mind of course..." 

"Her boyfriend actually." George said without a second thought.

"My boyfriend?" she said turning to look at him, his words surprising her, his eyes stayed locked on Jakob, the possibility that her next words could shatter his heart scaring him. 

"My boyfriend." she repeated now sure of her words, her heart skipping a beat as she said them.

"Very well then, luck man you are, anyway I'll go grab my father..." Jakob said before walking into the back room.

As soon as Jakob was out of sight, "My boyfriend?" she asked again quietly.

George quickly leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Tonight we're finishing what we started earlier, and you won't be questioning that again once I'm done you." His words sent shivers down her spine, arousing her, she would have taken him right there if she could've.

Seconds later Jakob returned with his father, both hugging her and waving goodbye as they sent the pair off.

Before entering into the view of the windows of her home, George pulled her in for one last kiss, however this kiss, though just as passionate, wasn't lustful like he had kissed her before, it was sensual and caring. 

He pulled away slowly, looking into her eyes, and said in a soft, raspy voice, "Olive..." he started trying to find the words, "You're truly so beautiful... we'll continue this later."