The King Of Hearts (A George Weasley X Reader Story)

i did

Trigger warning your parents are dead

The moon is shining really bright into the room and I decide that's why I can't sleep. I curl up facing George's bed and I know he is awake too because he doesn't sound like a train engine right now.

"George?" I whisper.

"Yeah?" He sounds tired though.

I twist my lips up not even sure what I wanted to say, "did you know Teddy thought we were married?"

I hear him snort a little, "I figured he thought you were married to one of us." He replies.

I stay silent, before getting up and hurrying across to him because it's cold. He already has the covers lifted for me and I get in. He pulls me close and I let him, "you lied." I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I did."

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"Oh my gosh," I look down at little baby Dominique, she's so tiny, only around a month old. I look up at George with big eyes and he grins at me before lifting three year old Victoire up and making funny faces at her. I look back down at her, so small and bubbles come out of her mouth as she blearily opens her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" George asks as he sets the little girl back down. I hadn't even realized I was. I give Dominique back to Fleur and wipe at my eyes.

"I don't know." George sits down next to me and wraps an arm around me.

Teddy comes to stand in front of us, his little arms crossed seriously. "I don't want you guys to get divorced."

I shake my head, "Teddy we aren't," I pause at the deep blue hue of his hair, "getting divorced." I grimace slightly, but he grins.

"Good!"

I glance at George and he's smirking, "just don't."

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I was never a great quidditch player, so I play with Teddy instead, which is mostly him proceeding to shove snow down my coat. "When do I get a broom?" Teddy pouts, arms crossing.

"I don't know Teddy, I'm not your grandmother." I reply as I take his jacket from him.

"I want one!" His face is all twisted up, and the more blue his hair gets, the closer to a tantrum he is.

I shake my head, "someday."

I watch his lip quiver and wait for him to explode. Before he can I am pulled away and I watch Fred push Ginny in front of him. "Nice save." I say to the twins.

"One of our best I think." Fred says.

"Tough choice, but I think you're right Freddy." George nods in approval.

Both are soaked and sweaty with red faces, "have fun?" I ask, pushing George's hair back off his forehead.

"Obviously," George gives a wild grin.

"Gave little Ronniekins a run for his money." Fred says evily and I roll my eyes slightly.

"You guys have got to get over that." I groan.

"No." George replies.

Fred sneers a bit, "he deserves to suffer." Ron and Hermione didn't mesh well together and the twins have been mad at him since he first made her cry. Especially Fred.

"Everybody else is fine with it, Hermione is, they are still friends." I sigh, shaking my head. They both shake their heads in unison and I just smile and we continue to their old room. "Is it time?" I ask.

"I believe it just may be." Fred smiles,"just gotta go pick something up."

George and I give eachother a look, before going into the bedroom. "Does Fred?" I ask as I sit on his bed, pulling the gifts out from under the bed.

"I mean," he tilts his head and shrugs.

Fred comes in, carrying Hermione and throwing her on the bed. "Fred Weasley!" She shouts, "we are both adults, you cannot keep acting like this!" She scowls, sitting up and smoothing out her hair. Geroge and I laugh quietly.

He sits down next to her, "I'm an adult?"

"Fred." She growls.

"Are you sure?" Fred raises an eyebrow, "I don't feel like an adult."

"Well, you should and start acting like one." She frowns and glances away and I know what she's thinking. Nobody actually wants the twins to act like adults.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Anyways," George says, "it is time, Hermione, do you have the stuff?"

She sighs, before letting herself smile a little, "yes, actually." And leaves and comes back with a bag of stuff.

In 1996 we started a tradition, we were all in hiding together, minus Hermione, and decided to start our own little Christmas. We didn't have many options for gifts so we had to improvise. So, we continue like that.

Lee finally joins us, decked out in santa garb.  He dumps his gifts on the floor, "have at it, peasants."
We disperse our gifts.

We get little things like joke candies and joke toys and funny letters. Toilet paper for an inside joke and other things like that. Hermione opens Fred's gift and smiles, it's a little thing of ink with a note saying, don't worry it's real ink. She smiles at him, "thanks Fred."

After they've left and it's just me and George. He comes over and sits across from me on the bed. George hands over another gift and I eye him a little before opening.

As soon I see it, I start to cry, before lunging ag him so I'm just laying on top of him in a hug. During the war, I had this bracelet, the last thing my parents ever gave me. It would grow warm when they were near and went cold when they died. It was the only thing left and I lost it in the battle.

"Its not the same one," he says apologetically, "I couldn't find it, I'm sorry."

"Its okay, I love it." I assure him, voice gurgled. I sit back and pick it up, feeling a strong, gentle warmth emit from it. I look up at him and he reaches out and wipes my tears, "who is it linked with?" He gives a small smile and actually blushes, so I just smile, "good." And I hug him again.