Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

8. Memories

----- Warning: SMUT (poorly written because I haven't done this in a while, oopsie. This also contains sexual underage though CONSENSUAL relations -----

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Lunch had gone by quickly to everyone but Aurora. George's looming presence besides her made her extremely uncomfortable. Especially when she felt him always glancing over at her as she spoke with Oliver. Oliver had genuinely been interested in Aurora's muggle life, asking her all sorts of questions about what she was doing with her life, what she enjoyed doing and if she would ever be interested in attending one of Puddlemere United's games. He could score her, and whoever she wanted to bring, tickets.

After their plates were empty and taken away, George found his hand slowly inching along the edge of the seat beneath the table. His pinky finger extended a bit, moving against Aurora's thigh – he made no movement to look at her, his eyes focusing on Oliver as they spoke about quidditch. George may have been depressed and a bit of a recluse – but he still followed the professional quidditch league.

Aurora was in the middle of planning out what they were going to do for the rest of the day with Ginny when she felt George's fingertip brush against the outside of her thigh. She froze for a moment, not daring to look over at him. He was desperate – and Aurora didn't appreciate getting dragged into it. This wasn't fair to her so why did she find herself moving her hand down from her lap, gently letting her fingertips graze against the back of his hand? She wasn't sure what was worse, the not-so-innocent touches between herself and George beneath the table, or the goo-goo eyes she was giving Oliver whenever he spoke to her. What the hell was she thinking?

"You know, I think I might be ok enough to check out the shop." The brunette spoke up, moving her fingertips from George's skin before returning her hands to her lap. She smiled at Ginny, seeing how excited the redhead was at this decision.

Once the bill was paid, George and Oliver both stood at the same time and tugged their coats on. Ginny and Aurora soon followed and walked off after the guys onto the streets of Diagon Alley. George and Ginny were now ahead of Oliver and Aurora, making their way back towards Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"I've got to head back home, Rory. We've got practice tomorrow morning and I've got to stop by my parents to pack my bags." Oliver moved his hand to her lower back as they walked, turning himself towards to as he spoke. "Can I see you again?" He asked, a hopeful look on his face as his eyes searched hers.

"Of course, Oli." Aurora said softly, leaning over and pecking his cheek softly. They stopped walking now and were leaning into one another before Aurora made the move to wrap her arms around him. One hand moved to the back of his neck as she ran her nails against the back of his head against his scalp. "I-uh, well I don't use magic anymore. So, we'll have to figure how..." She admitted, chewing on her lower lip as she pulled back and looked up at him.

"Well, that's alright." Oliver shrugged his shoulders, his strong hands found their way to her hips, giving her a soft squeeze. "I know my way about London." He told her with a small laugh. "We'll figure it out."

Before she could register what was happening, Oliver moved one hand to the side of her face. His thumb gently brushed against her cheekbone as he leaned down to press his lips against hers. His touch brought back a lot of memories of the wee hours of May 3, 1998.

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May 3, 1998

Good prevailed Evil. They had done it! The war was finally won! Voldemort was destroyed and his remaining followers were already being rounded up to be transported to Azkaban. So why wasn't Aurora happy?