'Till The End Darling

60. Babies, Blood traitors and Boarding trains.

"George stop messing around we're going to be late!" Shouted Y/n.

"Yeah okay love." George brushed off, while he continued being foolish with Fred.

"Fred Weasley will you please tell your brother he needs to pack his school trunk!" Y/n huffed.

"George Weasley go pack your trunk right now." Fred mocked.

"Boys listen to Y/n...AND GET YOUR BLOODY BAGS PACKED!" called Molly from downstairs.

"Yes mum." They both groaned. Fred left the room and George flopped down on the bed.

"Whats wrong?" Y/n plopped onto the bed next to him.

"Dont wanna go back." He shrugged.

"Hey it won't be so bad." She sighed.

"Its not that its bad...well actually its not great what with Umbitch and stuff, but I just know that when me and Fred do leave...mum and dad are going to be so disappointed."

"Who cares." Said Y/n.

"I care." George blurted "and I thought you might too, oh no please don't tell me you're going to be disappointed aswell?"

"Of course not!" She reasoned "i love you but I think you're over reacting. Your mum and dad love you guys so much, they'll be happy with whatever it is any of you decide to do. Molly is just...well Molly. And she'll probably shout and maybe scream...yeah there probably will be some screaming."

"Is this supposed to be helping."

"Sorry got sidetracked. My point is they love you and will be proud of you. It just might take a moment for them to get there. But as for me." She kissed his forehead "i love and am proud of you always."

George grinned widely, "Thankyou darling."

"Now please for the love of God will you pack your bag."

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"Come on come on." Molly ushered everyone along "Harry dear do pick up the pace a bit, you're going to miss the train at this rate."

"Yeah come on Harry." Called Fred.

"Ruddy slow coach." Said George.

"I'm trying!" He called, as he tried his best to keep control of his heavily packed trolley.

"Look." Y/n whispered in Georges ear, she pointed at a dark haired couple in smart clothes.

"Who are they?" He asked.

"Thats Theos mum, the lady we saw in the hospital. And that must be his dad."

"Hmm." George nodded "do you reckon she had the baby?"

Just as he said this, Clarissa Nott turnt around, and wrapped up neatly in her arms was a very tiny baby.

"Ohh how wonderful." Y/n beamed "im so glad there both healthy."

"Yeah." Smiled George "cute baby isn't it?"

Y/n nodded, and took his hand in hers.

After saying their goodbyes to Mrs Weasley, everyone headed to find their seats. Walking past Clarissa and her husband, Y/n smiled brightly at the woman. But quite opposed to the friendliness she had been shown in the hospital, the raven haired lady stuck up her nose and turnt away.

"Oh." Said George "how rude."

"I know." Said Y/n "how weird..maybe its because she's with her husband, and I'm a...well you know."

George slung his arm round her shoulder "Ahh just ignore them love. Youre a witch, same as her, and if they can't see that...then fuck them." He said proudly.

"Shh." She giggled, holding his hand as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. Fred left to catch up with Angelina, Ginny went to meet her friends, and Ron Harry and Hermione were off discussing some ludicrous conspiracy no doubt.

"Well well well." Sneered a familiar ratty voice "whats so funny love birds?"

"Sod off Malfoy." George brushed off carelessly, and continued to try walk away.

But Draco wasn't one for leaving things be "though thinking of it there's going to be plenty to laugh about this year, especially for you sorry lot."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Asked Y/n angrily.

Dracos eyes gleamed, clearly glad to have gotten a reaction "well let's just say my father is quite familiar with Umbridge, and I know you're up to something and so does he...so whatever it is just know you won't be getting away with it for much longer."

"Blimey George its like talking to Snape." Laughed Y/n.

George grinned "yeah only shorter and a bit less greasy."

"Shut up you filthy blood traitor." Spat Malfoy "and I don't know why you're laughing Reverie? Last I recalled you just got used by Nott."

"What do you mean used?"

"Ha." He scoffed "you really haven't worked it out, he only took you to the ball as a joke, we were all in on it. Plus he thought he might get laid and I guess you're half decent to look at. Mind you I could never low my standards enough to fuck one of your kind, but I guess Theo doesn't mind rolling around in the dirt now and then."

"Why you little-" George stepped forwards furiously.

Y/n put her arm out infront of him, stopping him in his tracks. "Draco If it helps you sleep at night, then believe whatever you want about Theo. I know none of you knew about the Yule Ball, A) because all be it Theos many things...he's not a liar. And B) I knew by the look on your girlfriends fucking face. She was furious that he'd taken someone else. And If you really mean to tell me that 'you all knew' I know damn well Pansy would have known. So maybe spend less time worrying about who Theo wants to fuck, and more time worrying about who your little bitch is drooling over."

"H-how dare you speak to me like that." Draco stumbled over his words slightly, clearly not expecting what had just come out of her mouth "y-you filthy Mudblood."

"Ugh yawn." Said Y/n "come up with something new, add a bit of spice to your insults, our arguments are becoming most boring Draco. I don't feel like your holding up your end of the bargain. Let's try again next week yes? Hmm perfect. See you later." She waved "come on George."