The Years Between || G.W

2004- Violet's POV

***A/N*** hey hey! How are we all doing? I've found that these chapters, the ones with Violet and George back together are a lot easier to write than the ones when they were apart. I have a couple ideas of things that I want to cover in this book but let me know in the comments (or in a dm) of things that you want to see and if I can, I'll be more than happy to include them in future chapters! That's it from me, I'll either be back later tonight or sometime next week. Till then, toodles! xx

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 "George!" I scream from the first floor of the shop, "I need another bin bag!"

"Catch!" George shouts from the ground floor and I have to duck before a roll of bin bags soars towards my head.

"I need some up here too!" Ron screams from somewhere above me.

"CATCH!" George screams louder than before and I watch as another roll of bin bags flies up to the floor above me.

I rip a bin bag off of the roll and open it before I start picking up all the sweets that have been sitting in the sweet bar for the past Godric knows how long and tossing them out.

"Seems like a waste," I say, "All this tossed in the rubbish."

There's a loud CRACK! behind me and the familiar scent of George fills my nostrils as he snakes his arms around my torso, "Would you rather me feed these expired sweets to little children on the street and hope they don't die?"

"We could sell 'em to the kids, so their parents can't come after us if they die," I suggest and George buries his face in the crook of my neck and kisses my skin there.

"You're evil Missus Weasley."

I hum, "Not Missus Weasley yet. We haven't even set a date for the wedding yet."

"We should. I proposed to you like three weeks ago, right?" George asks.

I count from my birthday to today on my fingers and George kisses my neck again, "Godric that was sad to watch."

"Well not everyone can do mental math like you Mister Weasley," I turn around now so I'm facing George and he smiles at me before kissing me hard on the lips.

"I love it when you call me Mister Weasley," He mumbles against me.

"I hate it, bloody fucking horndogs," Ron groans, "Third floor is cleaned out, I'm going home."

"Have a good night!" I say as George starts kissing down my jawline and to my neck.

"Night Vi. Night George?" Ron says but George doesn't stop doing what he's doing to me. I watch as Ron rolls his eyes and heads out of the shop.

George stops kissing my neck and looks over the rail to make sure that Ron's gone before he smiles at me, puts his hands on my ass and whispers, "jump."

"Jump?" I laugh and push him off of me, "You're not going to try and carry me up two flights of stairs again! Last time you tried that my tailbone was fucked for weeks!"

"Way to ruin the moment Weasley," George grumbles. He picks up my half-filled bag of expired sweets and starts up the job again.

"How're we going to afford to restock all these shelves?" I ask him. I scan his body up and down and smile to myself.

"What do you mean? I have money darling," He says without turning around.

"Yeah?" I say with a smile on my face.