I shut the door behind me, getting rid of my jacket and shoes before making my way upstairs.
I had just gotten Elsie back at Hogwarts after she had been home for a few days. Yesterday, the three of us went down to the Ministry and George is now officially her dad.
"Hey, George have you—"
I stopped when I saw George in our bedroom. He was shirtless, looking at his side through the mirror which was awfully red.
"What did you do?" I asked and rushed over, removing his hand from his side.
"I'm not telling you. It's embarrassing."
I glanced up at his face before gently running my fingers over his skin, feeling him wince at my touch.
"Though you can help me feel better." He said and when I looked up at him again, he was smirking down at me.
"Yeah?" I asked, slowly dragging my hand down his chest, over his stomach until I reached his trousers.
George inhaled sharply but then I removed my hand.
"You're too horny, George." I said and he sighed when he realised I teased him on purpose.
"Yeah... well now I'm getting hard."
I looked down at his trousers, laughing as I saw the bulge. I shook my head at him before I put my attention on the bruise on his side again.
"Tell me how you got this."
"No."
"George." I said with a warning to my tone as I looked up at him. "Tell me."
He sighed loudly.
"I stumbled across Malcolm in Diagon Alley during lunch." He said. "I threw in most punches but I slipped and he kicked me in the ribs when I was on the ground."
I stared at him before I let out a frustrated laugh, then ran my hands through my hair.
"Who started it?"
George stayed quiet, staring at the wall until I pressed on his side, causing him to whimper at the pain.
"Look at me." I said and he did. "Did you punch him first?"
"No." He said, his eyes locked on mine. "He did. I just defended myself, Dia."
I nodded.
"Okay." I said. "You don't have any bruises on your face though."
George shook his head and gestured towards the dresser. I now noticed the open jar of bruising paste, and I sighed.
"Alright... take care of that." I said. "And can you watch Maggie for a little while?"
"Of course. I'm her father." He said. "Where're you going?"
I shrugged.
"No, Dahlia." George shook his head. "Don't go to Malcolm. It's fine, yeah? I'm okay."
"He attacked you."
"Because I confronted him." He said. "He doesn't exactly like being called a rapist."
"You confronted him?" I asked. "What? Were you hoping he'd confess? I told you he doesn't remember it. He was way too drunk."
"That's not a fucking excuse."
"I know." I nodded. "I'm just gonna go and warm him. One more thing and I report him."
I walked out of the room, hearing George sigh behind me.
