Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 66

The first term finally came to an end, Diana and Hermione both decided that they would take the Knight bus on Christmas Eve day and head to 12 Grimmulad place. 

"I think I'm going to barf." Diana said, once the bus stopped, she put her hand against her forehead, shutting her eyes.

"It's five extra galleons if I have to clean it up." The new knight bus conductor said, Diana turned to him.

"You might just have to change your shirt, because I'll make sure to barf on you." She said, walking up to him.

"Okay, thank you for the ride." Hermione said, grabbing Diana's arm just as she reached the conductor, and dragged her down the stairs. 

"Evil conductor." She muttered, as she took a breath of fresh air. Hermione chuckled under her breath, as they both started thinking about 12 Grimmulad place. Suddenly the two houses pushed apart, the muggles inside having no clue what was going on, as the outside shook, letting number 12 appear between them.

They walked up the stairs, dragging their suitcases behind them. Hermione knocked on the door, as Diana pulled her coat closer to her body, feeling the chill in her bones. Finally, they heard the door unlock, and Mrs. Weasley standing behind it.

"Diana? Hermione? I didn't know you two were coming!" She said, pushing the door open wider, and letting the two get engulfed in the warmth of the house. 

"We wanted to come see Mr. Weasley, is he alright?" Diana asked, as she took off her coat. Mrs. Weasley nodded, as she threw her arms around Diana, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"He'll be okay," she said, her voice sounding strained, like she was about to start tearing up again. She let Diana go, and hugged Hermione hello.

"Mum who's at-Diana!" George shouted, as Diana turned around, he walked up to her, throwing his arms around her, and pulled her into a tight hug, so tight that she felt like the air was squeezed out of her lungs.

"George, let the girl breath." Mrs. Weasley laughed, as Hermione walked up the stairs. 

"Sorry Mum, but it's been so long." George said, dramatically.

"It's been a week." Diana laughed, as he let her go, his hand still on her waist.

"Are you saying you haven't missed me this past week? I'm hurt, D." She shook her head.

"Of course, I have! Can't say much about the others though, the whole school through a party when you left." Diana joked, as Mrs. Weasley walked down the hall.

"Ah, like a I miss you party."

"More like a we finally got rid of him." George shook his head at her, smirking as he picked up her suitcase.

"Let's take this upstairs." He said, Diana followed George upstairs, carefully passing the portrait of Mrs. Black, before they got to the girl's room. 

"I'm surprised that you didn't appart us upstairs." Diana said, as George opened the door. 

"I thought about it, but didn't want to leave the suitcase downstairs, and go back and get it." George explained, as he shut the door behind him. She sat down on the bed she had slept on last time she was at 12 Grimmulad place. Diana took down her bun, running her fingers through her hair, before starting to rub her scalp.

"God, that feels so good," she said, shutting her eyes. Diana heard George start walking closer to her, she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"How's your father? Have you seen him yet?" She asked, as he sat down on the bed. George nodded.

"He's going to be fine. We saw him this morning. He was sitting up and talking about the other patients." Diana smiled,

"Good, I was really worried about him." She said, he nodded staring at the ground before shaking his head, just as the door banged open.

"BOO!" Someone shouted, making them both jump to there feet. Fred stood there, with big, satisfied grin plastered on his face. 

"Fred, you prick! You scared us!" George said, as Diana put a hand over her heart. Fred leaned against the doorframe; his eyes lit up from the satisfied scream he got out of them. 

"Hm, just making sure there was no baby making happening. I mean come on guys; we haven't even graduated yet." Diana blushed, as she picked up a pillow and threw it at his head. Fred ducked, the pillow flying through the door.

"I thought your going to be a professional chaser, can't even throw a pillow correctly?"

"I'm going to end you." She muttered, as Fred dashed out of the room.