The Prophet || G. Weasley

[7] Scarring Ron

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After dinner, the twins and Kat huddled together in a corner of the living room while everyone else was spread out amongst themselves. George and Fred were talking in whispers, their heads bent over a piece of parchment. "What are you two up to?" Mrs. Weasley asked sharply, her eyes on the twins. "Homework," said Fred vaguely. "Don't be ridiculous, you're still on holiday," said Mrs. Weasley. "Yeah, we've left it a bit late," said George.

Kat glanced up from her year seven book of spells, curious as to how the twins would get out of this. "You're not by any chance writing out a new order form, are you?" Mrs. Weasley inclined shrewdly. "You wouldn't be thinking of restarting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, by any chance?"

"Now, Mum," said Fred, looking up at her, a pained look on his face. "If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow, and George and I died, how would you feel to know that the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation?" Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Weasley. "Don't worry Molly, I have them practicing for their N.E.W.T.s." Mrs. Weasley smiled widely.

"These two would be nowhere without you sweetheart." Kat shook her head with a small smile. "That's not nearly true. They are both very smart...if only they would study and practice more.." Kat had trailed off now looking at the twins pointedly with an arched brow slightly risen. The two redheads smiled innocently and George pecked her lips quickly before returning to his quiet whispering to Fred.

"Oh, your father's coming!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, looking up at the clock again. "Coming, Arthur!" called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the room. A few moments later, Mr. Weasley came into the warm living room carrying his dinner on a tray. He looked completely exhausted. "Well, the fat's really in the fire now," He told Mrs. Weasley as he sat down in an armchair. "Rita Skeeter's been ferreting around all week, looking for more Ministry mess-ups to report. And now she's found out about poor old Bertha going missing, so that'll be the headline in the Prophet tomorrow. I told Bagman he should have sent someone to look for her ages ago."

"Mr. Crouch has been saying it for weeks and weeks," Percy chimed in swiftly. "Crouch is very lucky Rita hasn't found out about Winky," Mr. Weasley retorted irritably. "There'd be a week's worth of headlines in his house-elf being caught holding the wand that conjured the Dark Mark."

"I thought we were all agreed that that elf, while irresponsible, did not conjure the Mark?" said Percy hotly. "If you ask me, Mr. Crouch is very lucky no one at the Daily Prophet knows how mean he is to elves!" said Hermione angrily and Kat nodded in agreement. She understood that it was common in the wizarding world for families to have elves as servants but she wished they were treated more fairly.

"Now look here, Hermione! A high-ranking Ministry official like Mr. Crouch deserves unswerving obedience from his servants—" Percy argued. "His slave, you mean!" said Hermione, her voice rising passionately. "Because he didn't pay Winky, did he?"

"I think you'd all better go upstairs and check that you've packed properly!" Mrs. Weasley jumped in breaking up the argument. "Come on now, all of you..." Kat took the order form the twins were making and carefully folded it up and hid it in her book. As Kat entered the room she was sharing with Hermione and Ginny, her white and grey barn owl Athena chirped at her in excitement.

"I know, girl just a little bit longer until we're finally there again." Kat walked over towards her little bench that she happily sat on and gently stroked her. Athena shocked many when they met her, she was very docile until it came to protecting Kat, other words she never truly had to be in her cage for she was never far from her owner unless delivering a letter. Kat conjured some treats for Athena and smiled as the calm owl happily nibbled on them with a content hoot.

The door to the room opened and in walked George. Kat turned back towards her trunk and placed the remaining advanced spellbooks she had in it. George's eyes narrowed when he spotted a familiar jumper at the top of her trunk. "Is that my jumper?" He questioned causing Kat to freeze. "Maybe..." She mumbled quietly. George stepped closer towards her and wrapped his arms around her from behind and lent down resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Don't be embarrassed love..I quite enjoy seeing you wear my clothes. Especially when you're in my shirt and your garments." Kat's eyes widened and she spun around swatting his chest. "George!" Kat glanced around the room with a reddened face. "Your mother and the others could be listening." George shrugged. "Like they don't know we've shagged."

Kat shook her head and crossed an arm over her chest as she rubbed her forehead. George buried his face in her neck and smiled against her skin before placing a kiss there, he moved up her neck doing the same thing, to her jaw, her cheek, and all over her face. Kat giggled and tried to dodge his wet kisses, George had then begun tickling her sides causing her to squirm in his grip.

"George!" Kat squealed as they fell back onto her bed while laughing. George towered over the small brunette with a loving smile, he pressed his lips against hers and tightened his grip on her waist. Kat's arms found their way around his neck pulling him closer and her fingers raked through his shoulder-length hair. Their lips moved in sync as did their hands, George's fingers traced shapes on her stomach under her sweater.

Kat shivered at the feeling of his fingers sending butterflies through her body. George lowered his head to her neck again and began sucking softly, he grinned when he heard a quiet moan escape her lips. "Bloody hell my eyes!" The couple jumped apart at the sudden yell of Ron who had a hand now clamped over his eyes.

"Ginny! You can get your book yourself!" Ron called out to Ginny with a flustered expression. "I am never going into your room again." He muttered with wide eyes and exited the room. Kat and George both broke out into laughter at Ron's expense. "It's not funny!" The youngest male shouted from down the hall making them laugh even more.

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Hehehehehe
In my opinion that is a completely realistic thing that would happen in the Weasley house. Ginny would get Ron or one of the boys to go get something while something is going on in that room just to mess with them.
~ A