The Ravenclaw and The Grim

A Secret Worth Keeping Final

Sometime later they laid together both exhausted. Lyra turned her head to the open window watching as rain drizzled down from the grey sky and cool breeze came from the window causing her bare skin to prickle in goosebumps.

George reached over and began to trace his finger tips across her bare skin. His eyes trailing behind them with a mixture of love and desire. "Say you'll stay like this all day with me."

"I can't," she sighed turning towards him and away from the window.

George wrapped an arm around her pulling her cool body to his warm one. "why not?"

"I've got to go to the bank and then the market."

"Nooooo." He grumbled nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"You could always come with me."

"And be stuck carrying the bags?"

"Or holding my hand."

"Mmmmm what's in it for me?"

"I'll wear that dress you like, and you can pick what we have for dinner."

He perked his head up. "The green one?"

"Sure." She laughed.

"Alright." He sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed and hunting down his boxers and then his pants.

Lyra sat up watching him slide both on, curiously it made her think of something out of the blue. Of how when she first met Verity she had said something about George keeping a picture of Lyra in his wallet.

"What?" George asked grinning "something on my face or am I just that rogueishly handsome?"

Lyra tucked her legs up on the bed beside her, George's eyes following them closely. "Someone told me, that you keep a picture of me in your wallet, is that true?"

His grin widened, "who told you that?"

"So you do."

George ran a hand through his hair, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He tossed it to her. Chuckling when she almost dropped it.

Lyra looked up at him cautiously. "Go on." He said, "it wont bite."

She opened it, running her fingers through the folds until she came across a stiff folded piece of paper. She pulled it out, looking back to him. He nodded, so she set the wallet down and unfolded it. Her heart almost stopping.

It was a picture of the two of them curled up together on the Gryffindor common room couch. Lyra on top of George, his arms wrapped protectively around her. Several things seemed to shift in Lyra, to click in place. Realistically, her mind was probably made up long before this moment, but now she was ready for it.

"Do you remember that night? Fred took those pictures of us the morning after-" he stopped as he watched her arm fly to her eyes trying to stop the cascading tears. "Woah hey now, don't start crying on me."

George got back on the bed scooping her into his arms once more and wiping away her tears. "Such a mush ball Stone." He teased.

"S-sorry. It's just- well, I love you so much."

"I know I know. I'm a huge catch." He teased. "But that's no reason to cry."

"G-george?"

"Yes my love?"

"Let's get married."

George opened his mouth to respond, then promptly closed it. Her words not seeming to process. "Come again?"