Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 63

A/N- Mature sexual themes ahead. 

Diana sat in the common room, after changing out of her sweaty clothes and taking the fastest shower of her life, waiting for George and Harry. 

"Umbridge is goanna kill them," Lee whispered,

"That doesn't help." Madlyn muttered, seeing Diana and Fred's horrified face. Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Hermione and Ginny walked down from the girl's common room.

"Are they back yet?" Angelina asked as they sat down next to the three friends.

"No," Diana answered, staring at the door. 

Finally, after twenty minutes the door opened, Harry and George walked in, George's lip was still busted, and his knuckles were bloody. He sat down on the couch grabbing Diana's hand and forcing her to sit down next to her.

"What happened?" She asked, as Harry sat down between Ginny and Hermione.

"We've been banned, Fred too." George answered, as Diana grabbed his hand examining it. There were cut across his knuckles, a little bloody and bruised.

"What?" The group said,

"Claims were too violent." Harry shrugged, as Diana took out his wand and placed them against his hand, muttering 'Epiksey,' to heal his wounds.

"Banned? Banned. No Seeker and no Beaters...what on earth are we going to do?" Angelina said, looking defatted.

"Its just so unfair. I mean, what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?" Diana asked, once she was done healing George's hand, he wiggled his fingers at her, wanting to hold her hand, Diana put her hand in his.

"No," Ginny said, shaking her head.

"He just got lines; I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner." 

"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything." Diana said, shaking her head, her hand into an angry fist at her side.

"It's not my fault I didn't. I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadn't been holding me back." Fred said,

"I'm going to bed,' said Angelina, getting slowly to her feet. 

"Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream . . . maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet..." Angelina went upstairs with Katie and Alicia. 

"George, your lip is still bleeding." Diana said, noticing his lip had opened again, she lifted her hand, swiping her thumb over George's lip. 

"Yeah, it keeps doing that when I talk." George muttered, Diana raised her wand and put it on George's lip, healing it.

"Thank you," George muttered, managing a small smile, but Diana could tell he was still very angry, his jaw was still clenched, and his eyes were filled with rage.

"I'm goanna go see Margeart," Fred muttered, standing up and walking out the common room before anyone else could say anything else. Diana tilled her head to the boy's dorm room, George nodded.

"We're goanna go to bed." George said, grabbing Diana's hand, and leading her up to the boy's dorm room.

"George," Diana said, once he opened the door, he shut it behind her trying to be calm as he took off his sweaty shirt.

"What?" He asked,

"Are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his arm, he signed glancing down at her.

"Fine," He muttered,

"Your clearly not," Diana muttered,

"Are you going to tell me how to feel?" He snapped, Diana stepped back staring at her, he signed shaking his head at Diana.