Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

26. Just For Tonight

**** TW- HEAVY SMUT in the second half of this chapter..... Just....because. :) ****

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As soon as her feet were on solid ground, Aurora wretched herself away from George's grip. They had appeared in the alleyway beside the shop and his flat. Encased in total darkness, not to mention there was no noise in this section of Diagon Alley – Aurora leaned forward with her hands gripping her knees. A few dry heave spells had passed but she kept her eyes tightly shut.

"Aurora? Are you ok?" George whispered, leaning forward as one hand rest on her back and the other grabbed her upper arm to help steady her.

"Don't touch me!" The brunette shrieked, pulling herself away from him again. This time, she leaned along the brick wall of the side of Weasley's Wizard Wheeze's, her chest moving up and down in rapid succession as she tried to control the nausea that now plagued her.

"I cannot believe you did that to me." Tears were now streaming down her cheeks as she turned to look at George.

He looked sorry. Sad and a bit conflicted. His golden-brown eyes never left Aurora's face as he watched her try to catch her breath. Her hands were shaking, and George was at a loss.

"Aurora, I'm so sorry...." He began, taking another step closer before she stood up and held out a hand to stop him from moving any closer to her. "I didn't think before I did it. I-I just saw the look on your face and knew that you needed to get out of there."

Aurora shook her head, "Not even a fucking bloody warning, George! I deserved a little warning, no?" She cried, now wiping at her cheeks. Mentally taking note that her cheeks were now probably smudged with black from her leaking eyes and running mascara.

"You did, you did – I am so sorry, Aurora." George repeated. He would apologize one million times, all night long, if he had to. After all, he was just thinking of her safety and her mental health. After being away from magic for so long – getting caught in the middle of a "shoot out" per se, well that would not be good.

Once she was able to stop the shaking, she looked down at her feet. "I need to call Theo. He'll be worrying about me... I'm too fucked up to go home right now." She whispered, chewing on her lower lip before wiping at her cheeks again.

"Come on, let's go inside."

Aurora knew she should have called Theo and asked him to meet her – but she didn't. Instead, she followed George into the shop and up the winding staircase that led to his flat. She had been here so much that the number of steps it took from the front door of the shop to his flat – she had memorized. Fifty-two. That's how many steps it took her little legs to get from point A to point B.

She found herself counting in her head as she followed behind George. She slipped her hand onto the railing and let it slide against the cool metal – the icy feeling sending chills down her spine.

As they stepped through the door to his flat, landing in the living room – she felt her phone buzz. Quickly kicking her shoes off – making herself quiet at home – she reached into her purse and grabbed her phone before tossing the bag itself to the ground.

"Theo?" She choked out, answering the call on the fifth ring.

"Aurora! Bloody hell, I've been trying to find you for ten minutes. Where are you? Are you ok?" Theo's voice rang out loud enough that George could hear him as he stood a few feet away from her.

"Y-Yes, I'm ok. I got out of there. I'm sorry I didn't try to find you... I kind of spaced out." Aurora admitted, chewing on her lower lip before she moved to sit down on the couch. George lingered off to the side – too curious for his own good.