Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

36. Circle The Drain

Trigger Warning: this chapter contains sexually explicit material.
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O C T O B E R 2003

Halloween had always been his favorite holiday. Tricks and treats - what more could be better? Though, the past few holidays without his twin brother were not full of tricks and treats. They were only full of sadness and despair. Loneliness.

This year would be different. He knew Aurora would make sure of it. She had already been yapping his ear, yes the only one he had left mind you, off about having a party and that it would be good for them.

He couldn't believe he was going to agree, but the look on her face was enough for him to melt instantly into a pile of glop on the side of the road outside of her flat in London.

"Fine. We'll have it above the shop." He finally agreed, trying his best to hide the smile forming on his lips as she let out an excited squeal and jumped up into his arms. She launched herself into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she began peppering his jaw and neck with kisses.

"Thank you, Georgie!" She whispered in his ear, before she pulled his face towards her and kissed him.

George would do just about anything if this was how she'd always react. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about seeing her in a skimpy outfit, maybe even bent over the desk in his bedroom with herself on full display waiting for him to bring her to ecstasy.

Yes, they will definitely be having this party.

"I'll owl everyone I can think of." George laughed softly as he kissed her back. He almost forgot that they were standing in the middle of muggle London. He glanced at his watch and let out a sigh. "I've got to head in or else Verity will bite my head off. I'll see you tonight?" His hands ran down her sides and onto her hips as he gave her a firm squeeze before pulling away.

"Yes. I'm going to head over right after work." She told him, giving him one last kiss goodbye before turning and making her way down the street, mixing in with the rest of the foot traffic.

George watched her disappear in the crowd before he turned to make his way into a deserted alley. He could walk, he knew that, but chose not to. Disapparating once he made sure nobody was around, he quickly landed right outside the shop. Brushing himself off as he regained his composure, George tucked his wand in his back pocket before he strolled in through the front door.

"Morning!" He called to Verity, who was standing behind the counter counting the stock of love potions they had left on the shelf.

"You're happy today. What happened?" Verity teased, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears as she watched him curiously. "Oh, wait, you stayed the night with Rory. Never mind. I know why you're happy and need no further details."