Lover ; George Weasley

Six

Dahlia

When George opened the door for me, I tried my hardest not to smile.

He leaned against the doorway, hand resting above his head.

He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a white button-up shirt and he had one hand pushed into a pocket.

He was wearing a smile on his face as he eyed me up and down.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

"Yeah." I breathed. "I'm sorry about that. My oldest daughter is struggling in school right now and she needed a very long hug."

George pushed himself away from the doorframe and stepped aside to let me in.

"Is she okay?" He asked. "If you need to be home with her, I understand... I've got kids of my own."

"She's fine now." I smiled, looking up at him as he hovered over me. "My friend is babysitting and has put on a film while she cooks them dinner."

"Okay." He said softly while I looked around at his shop. It looked like a fun place. If I was a child, this looked like something that would be my favourite place in the entire world.

Wait... I've been here before.

"My brother and I opened up the shop when we dropped out of our last year." George said, causing me to look at him again.

"What's it called?" I asked. "I didn't notice a sign..."

"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

My eyes went wide.

"Oh shit." I cursed. "Yeah, I thought it looked familiar. I believe I was here for the opening back in ninety-six."

"Oh yeah?" He grinned. "Did you buy anything?"

I shrugged.

"An extendable ear." I smiled softly. "I wanted to listen in on my sister and her boyfriend when they were alone in her room..."

George raised his eyebrows at me as I let out a heavy breath.

"...that was a bad idea." I said, making him laugh. "But yeah... no I must've been ten, about to turn eleven."

I turned towards him again after looking around.

"How old were you?"

He took a deep breath as he thought about it.

"Well it was after I dropped out of school. I had to have been eighteen that year."

I nodded.

"So you're what— thirty-three now?"

"Is this how you do dates?" He asked with a small chuckle. "Question the guy as if it was an investigation?"

He slowly walked towards me while talking, smiling at me.

"You wanna see how I do dates?"

I raised my eyebrows in question, feeling my heart beat faster as he approached me. It happened fast but it felt like slow motion as he grasped at my jaw and pressed his lips to mine, immediately backing me up against one of the shelves.

He let his hand drop from my jaw to grip my waist while I ran my own hand to the nape of his neck, kissing him back.

He tasted sweet and the way he smelled took me back to the night we slept together. We were both drunk but I could remember it clearly.

How my toes curled, how I gripped the sheets and writhed underneath him as he ate me out. How rough he was during the actual sex, and how much I loved it.