Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

6. Happy Christmas

*Trigger Warning: mentions of alcohol/drug use, disordered eating and promiscuous sex*

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Christmas dinner at the Burrow was delicious. Molly Weasley always went above and beyond for her family, and a special holiday like Christmas was no different. Aurora found herself eating more than she has, in one single meal, in a very long time. Dinner was over quickly, and before long, music was gently escaping the horn of the outdated gramophone settled in the corner of the living room. Aurora was perched on the arm of the couch, Ginny on the couch below her.

"I honestly don't think I can move after all of that food I've eaten..." Ginny pat her stomach, leaning her head over on Aurora's hip as a groan escaped through her lips.

"You mean you don't want to dance with me?" Harry joked, a small grin appearing on his lips as he stood up from his spot on the couch besides Ginny, his hand extended down to her.

"Well, I can never say no to you." Ginny beamed, patting Aurora's thigh as she let Harry take her other hand and pull her up, heading over to the open floor before the ornately decorated Christmas tree.

Watching her best friend and her boyfriend dance, laughing loudly as they whipped one another around in circles, Aurora smiled to herself and moved to the kitchen to get herself another drink. As she was walking back out into the living room, her hand was quickly snatched up by Mr. Weasley. "This is a lovely song, won't you do this old man the honor of gracing him with a dance?" He bowed to Aurora as a loud laugh escaped her lips.

"Mr. Weasley, you are too much. I would be honored!" Without taking a sip of her newly poured drink, Aurora set the glass down on the end table before joining Arthur for a dance.

Seated in the armchair, George tried his very best to remain stoic as his eyes traveled over Aurora dancing happily with his father. It was certainly a sight to behold. Lifting the glass up to his lips, he finished off the firewhiskey before leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.

With one hand clasped loosely in Arthur's and the other gently resting on his shoulder, Aurora giggled as they spun around to the song that was soon ending. This was always what she pictured Christmas with the Weasley's to be like. Arthur was such an amazing man, an amazing father. Aurora was extremely grateful that they had been so welcoming to her.

As Arthur let go of her back, he spun her out and away from his body. In the exact moment that she stopped spinning, her chest heaving a bit from the movement and her laughter, Aurora found her eyes locked with George from across the room. Why was he always bloody staring? She thought to herself, soon twirling back into Arthur's chest as the song ended. "Thank you for humoring an old man, Miss Sinclair." Arthur gave her a quick peck on her forehead. "Happy Christmas." He told her, soon moving on to dance with his wife, who had been patiently waiting for a turn to dance with her husband.

"Happy Christmas, Mr. Weasley." Her voice was soft, a smile growing on her lips as she turned back around to pick up her glass of firewhiskey.

Soon the music dwindled down to a complete stop. Molly and Arthur bid goodnight to their children, Harry, Hermione and Aurora before finding their way up the stairs. Bill and Fleur decided to stick around for a little bit longer, sitting on the couch and speaking with Aurora about her life as a muggle. Fleur wanted to have the same reaction as George, but she also had much more self control than the red head. "I don't know if I would be able to do what you do, Aurora." The delicate roll of the R's in Aurora's name slipped off of Fleur's tongue as her thick accent came out to play. Bill silently agreed with his wife with a small nod, one hand resting on her bump while the other was holding his head up against the arm of the couch.