Cast Aside

Full Moons and Bloody Gits

Chapter 28

A/N I meant to upload this chapter on Christmas eve. Then Boxing day passed and now its the 27th and I am finally getting to it. Marry late Christmas! I hope everyone has been having a nice week. I managed to finish another chapter the other day. I am not super thrilled with this one, to be honest. It has been SOOOO hard to write. I have that vague picture of where this story is going but its so hard to get it there. I think I managed to push the plot along in the chapter I just finished so here is hoping I don't take another year to finish. Of all of my stories so far, this one has taken me the longest to write.  On Wattpad I have had trouble updating, the website wasn't working for me for some reason. It worked today so here is a three chapter dump! Thank you so much to everyone that has stuck with me!

Enjoy!

The imminent full moon had George feeling like climbing the walls of his uncle's suddenly cramped home. For the last few mornings, he'd floo'd to the Burrow for an early jog around the property and a swim in the pond. It was helping, but the gradual increase in energy—both magical and physical—still left him feeling mental.

Normally not one to go looking for a fight, the run-in with high level Death Eaters two evenings before had been exhilarating. Now, as he sat in the parlor, knee bouncing rapidly, George wondered how irresponsible it would be to apparate to Little Hangleton.

"George, are you alright?"

Hermione put her hand on his thigh and looked up at him with concern. Her hair fell to the side, wafting her heady, floral scent all over their corner of the room. Now suddenly bothered for an entirely different reason, it took all the self control he had not to grab her delicate wrist and drag her into his lap.

"I'm fine, love. I think I'll go see if Gideon feels up to some dueling practice."

"Ah, alright..." Hermione frowned in confusion as he fled the room, but went back to her book. When he found his uncle, leaned against the kitchen counter sipping his tea, the other man took one look at him, rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Oh honestly, nephew. Just toss her over your shoulder, take her upstairs and shag her already. I don't understand why you're acting like such a prude." He gave George a condescending smirk. "I really doubt she's going to mind if it's a bit rough, mate. She seems the type to be into that."

He had the good sense to run.

"You disgusting wanker! What have I said about speaking about her like that?" They thundered up the stairs, Gideon tripping on the top landing thanks to a well timed jinx.

He only laughed, managing to get his foot against George's chest, sending him back down the stairs far enough for him to escape. "I bet she's been fantasizing about it all week."

George's blood felt like it was on fire as he tore down the hall after his uncle, slamming bodily into the loo door where he had taken refuge. "Let me in. I'll show you rough, you manky git!"

Gideon continued to taunt him from the other side of the door, laughing more every time George slammed into the door. "You're so much stronger now, nephew." He continued in a falsetto. "Oh George, won't you please pick me up and take me against the wall! Better yet, those sturdy bookshelves down in the parlor! Oh yes! I just love the full moon, George! You're like an animal, love." George hit the door particularly hard, nearly knocking Gideon to the floor from where he leaned on the other side. "Yes! Just like that, George! Harder!"

Just as George readied himself to try again, Fabian sauntered down the hall, leaning casually against the wall beside the battered door. George glared at him. "Have you got anything to say, uncle?"