The Years Between || G.W

2002- George's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! If all goes according to my plans, I should have another chapter up today. If not, then I'll be back Tuesday with another update! Till then (or maybe in a few hours) xx

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            "Got any two's?" Fleur asks me from the other side of the table.

"Go fish," I say back to her.

"Va te faire voir," Fleur snaps at me as she picks up a card from the pile, (Translation- Go fuck yourself).

"Plus tard ce soir," I say back to her, "Got any sevens?" (Translation- Later tonight).

Fleur looks at me, " 'ow did you do zat?"

"Do what?"

"Zat? Understand what I said?"

I smile really big, "Haven't got a clue what you're on about. Sevens?"

"Parles-tu français?" Fleur asks me, (Translation- Do you speak French?)

"Non, l'anglais est ma seule langue," (Translation- No, English is my only language).

Fleur blinks, "You did it again."

"Did what?"

"Speak French!

I reach to my ear and take a little rubber circle out of my ear and put it on the table. Then I take a flat square bit of rubber out from under my tongue and put it on the table as well.

"Now I am going to 'ave to clean George saliva off of my table," Fleur groans.

"That's how I understood you," I say pointing at the circle I took out of my ear, "And that is how I could speak French."

Fleur sits across from me completely dumbfounded and I laugh, "I've been working on some stuff," I say shrugging my shoulders, "You have to speak English to talk to us, but we can't speak French to talk to you. And you're my sister so I figure that we should be able to communicate using your language just as much as we can communicate using mine."

"You made zese?" She asks.

I nod, "They can only translate French right now cause that was the one that I needed to use first, but I want them to be able to translate any language in the world and in turn let you speak it too."

Fleur laughs and shakes her head, "You are incroyable." (Translation- incredible).

Victoire screams from upstairs, "And your child is awake," I say.

Fleur slaps her cards on the table, "For a small girl she makes a lot of noise," she grumbles as she pushes her chair away from the table and heads upstairs, "Look at my cards and I will make sure zat you will never be able to 'ave children of your own!"

"I just want my sevens!" I shout after her as she runs up the stairs to deal with Victoire.

I've been spending a lot of time at the shell cottage with Bill and Fleur recently. Mostly because Bill had to go back to work and Fleur was stressed out trying to take care of Vic all by herself. But also, now that Percy and Audrey are married and living together, it's just me at home most days and I can't deal with Mum and Dad all the time.

"Come ma chère fille," I can hear Fleur say from upstairs, "Uncle George is 'ere."

"Uble Orgie!" I can hear Vic squeal. It's not long before Fleur is back downstairs with Victoire in her arms.