A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 29 - I'm Here

We ran back to the Gryffindor common room holding hands and laughing our whole way there, liberated now that we had found each other. When we finally entered the portrait hole, we found the room to be empty and we quickly settled on the couch in front of the fire, entwined in each other's arms.

We stayed in silence for a few moments, relishing the happiness both of us felt when I had the urge to ask George something.

"George, tell me about yourself." Noticing his confusion, I continued, "You're always wanting to know more about me even though I'm really not that special, so I want to know more about you."

He looked down at me laying on his chest, a look of shock on his face. "Althea Victoria Jane you are the most special, brilliant, beautiful, and lovely girl I have ever met, and thinking otherwise is simply not true." I kissed him softly in appreciation, not knowing what to say. He smiled adoringly, never looking away, "What would you like to know love?"

"Hmm, tell me about your family!"

"Well, my eldest brother is Bill. He graduated from Hogwarts a few years ago and moved to Egypt to work at Gringotts, the bank. He had always been the fair, responsible and calm Weasley, and as the oldest, he took care of us as if we were his own. Charlie is next in line; he graduated a while ago as well and moved to go study Dragons. He is by far the coolest brother, though mom doesn't condone his career choice, she thinks dragons are dangerous." I laughed lightly at his comment, loving how he looked when he spoke of something he loved, and in this case, it was his family. "Then there's Percy, though you already know him. Next are Fred and I, your favorite Weasleys." He said, winking. "Our whole lives we shared everything, but since Fred had always been the most outgoing one people seemed to just like him better. I got used to it over time and now it doesn't bother me as much." His voice held a tint of sadness and I understood exactly what he was feeling.

I cupped his face with both my hands, pulling him close to mine. "George, I hope you know that you are not less-than Fred. There are endless reasons why you're perfect the way you are - Like the way your freckles dance on your face, your hazel brown eyes that gleam with passion, the way your nose scrunches up when you're focused, how your smile can brighten up the darkest of places and how when I'm with you, I'm the happiest I've ever been." His face lit up and filled with adoration, his brown eyes illuminated in the fire. "You are extraordinary George Fabian Weasley, don't compare yourself to Fred." I meant every word. I knew what it felt like to compare yourself to your sibling, and George was so amazing he shouldn't be. Fred was kind of an ass anyway.

I couldn't tell what he was about to do and I was about to say something else when he leaned down and kissed me passionately, taking me by surprise. He used my shock as an opportunity to enter my mouth, our tongues dancing in synch as if we were made for each other. He bit my bottom lip slightly and I moaned quietly at the feeling, deepening the kiss. He intoxicated me, and had we not been on the couch in the common room I would have continued.

I felt a blush form on my cheeks as we separated, breathing heavily from the action. "Thank you." He whispered in his husky voice. "For everything."

"I haven't done anything," I said quietly, smiling questioningly at him. From this angle, I could see how beautiful he really was, and I thanked the gods for giving me a hot soulmate.

He brushed a stray curl off of my face and tucked it behind my ear, "You're my soulmate, that's enough for a lifetime." I laughed at his answer, pecking him on the lips before lying back on his chest, listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat. "Say love why do you think you'd make a poor mother?" His voice vibrated in his chest and I thought back to this morning. One of the main reasons why I didn't want to be a mother is because I didn't want my child to suffer as I did and try to hide it from me, which is what I've done my whole life. I don't want them to cry themselves to sleep every night and come down for breakfast and pretend as if it never happened, I don't want them to compare themselves to unrealistic standards, to experience any pain whatsoever. "Love?" His soft voice questioned, sending me out of my thoughts.