A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 44 - 'Happy Accidents'

"No don't go..." George had been whining all morning, begging me to stay in bed and not go to Hogsmeade with Roya. 

"George..." I groaned as I attempted at getting up only to be pulled back. His arms had found their way around my hip and neck holding me tightly to his chest, keeping me in a hold that was impossible to get out of. 

"I bet I could make you say my name louder if you stay." He whispered in my ear, making me roll my eyes while butterflies formed. 

I turned to face him, not realizing his proximity when our noses were practically touching. I could lean over a fraction of an inch and start something that would definitely make me late and I could tell he was thinking the same thing as his eyes flickered down to my lips and back up to my eyes. I could feel his hand slide down my body and find their way to the dip in my lower back, pushing me even closer to his front while his other hand slowly traced a line from my jawline down to my chest. "I know what you're doing..." I said in a singsong voice, trying to distract myself from his movements.

"Oh?" He moaned hoarsely, "And what is that?" In one brisk movement, he was on top, his hands resting on either side of my head. 

"You." I scolded while pointing at him, "Are a man-whore, George Weasley." 

He smirked at my words and I could see pride dawn on his gorgeous features, "Only for you Althea Jane." He leaned down and kissed me passionately, hungrily, and it took every part of me not to give in to his games.

I groaned loudly and pushed myself up, his hand holding mine as he looked me up and down. When I realized I was wearing his Quidditch jersey and boxers I rolled my eyes, walking off towards my closet. "Close your eyes," I said after picking out my clothes.  

"Nothing I haven't seen before love." I turned to see him sitting upwards leaning back on the headboard with his hands behind his head, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. I gave him a look indicating I was serious, although the smile I held betrayed me, and with a childish huff he closed his eyes. 

I first took off the boxers, throwing them at his peeking face while putting on a pair of loose-fitting jeans. I then turned around so that my back was facing him and pulled his warm jersey off, picking up my bra when I was interrupted by his large hands cupping my breasts. He pulled my back into his front, the rings in his hands making goosebumps appear on my skin. He then wrapped his arm around my chest and with his free hand pulled the lace bra out of my hands, "You won't be needing this... my hands can do the job." His morning voice was heavenly and I found myself leaning back into him, looking up at him to see that he was already looking down at me.

"You are impossible, you know that?" He chuckled darkly and after a faux glare on my part, he huffed in defeat. 

I finished getting ready after a few interruptions from the beautifully sculpted redhead and was about to make my way out the door when I was stopped. "How about I come with you?" His voice held a little concern and I knew that he was worried about my being alone.

"Thank you, Georgie, but don't worry, I'll be with Ro the entire time." I smiled warmly in reassurance and I could tell he had relaxed slightly but was still unsure. "Plus, I have a good feeling." I had felt it all morning, something inside of me knew that there was going to be good coming out of today.

"What kind darling?" He too now sported a smile of his own.

"I don't know, but trust me, something good is going to happen." 

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"I like this one," Roya said as she exited the changing room in a silk emerald green dress, "what do you think?" She was standing in front of the mirror peeking over at where the dress rode up a dangerous level.