The Years Between || G.W

2007- Violet's POV

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Nothing like teasing your husband under the table all night when your friends are sitting across from you.

Walter and Lee decided it would be in their best interest to throw a Saint Patrick's day party at their place and only invite Emma, George, and I. Which would have been great if Emma wasn't pregnant and George and I were in the mood to get piss drunk.

Well let's be honest here, George is never in the mood to get piss drunk anymore. He's scared of it, scared of who he might become once he's drunk. Suppose that's what years of alcohol abuse does to a person.

So I figured we could have some fun in other ways. Molly and Arthur are watching Freddie at home so we haven't got the kid tonight...

I trace my fingers up George's thigh again and rest my hand in the crotch of his trousers for the eighth time tonight.

He's trying to listen to what Emma is saying. Really, truly trying, but his heart is going a mile a minute and I can see the blush creeping up onto his face all over again.

"Stop," He hisses under his breath once Emma is distracted by the boys' cat Piper, "Violet... please..."

I reach over the table to grab another cracker from the platter of different things we've been snacking on and whisper in George's ear, "Be a good boy for me and tell them we've got to leave hm?" I watch to make sure that our friends are properly distracted by the cat before I take his ear lobe between my teeth and nibble on it just so, "Be a good boy for me Georgie and I'll make sure I'll reward you."

I lean back into my seat, now palming him through his trousers with one hand as I eat the cracker with my other.

George's breath gets caught in his chest and Walter looks over at him funny, "You alright mate?"

"Cheers yeah," George squirms under my touch and I can't help but smile. It's so easy to get him all worked up like this, few words of affirmation, couple strokes of his thigh and he'll do anything I tell him to do, "Best we head off though, Mum can only handle Freddie for so long."

"You're telling me that Molly seven children Weasley can't take care of Freddie for a few hours without getting overwhelmed?" Lee asks.

George glances in my direction and I just shrug my shoulders, I never stop moving my hand against him. He's got to get us out of here himself, that's what I said I wanted.

"It's late..." George says, "And Mums getting older..."

I use a bit more pressure in my touch, he's been rock hard for the past little bit and he desperately needs release.

"Fine, fine, leave our party to go back to your son, old farts," Walter waves his hand in the air, "Get home safe."

"Next week at ours?" I ask them.

George squirms around again, trying to get as much contact with me as he possibly can.

"As long as you make that roast again I'll do anything you say," Walter nods towards the door, "Give Freddie a kiss goodnight for me."