Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 71

Diana walked up the stairs of "Weasley Wizard Wheeze's," carrying the last box from her old house. George's apartment was nicer than Diana had realized. There was a large living room, that the boys had painted white, with a large black coach, and a smaller black chair, and a dark brown coffee table, and some plants by the windows.

Fred was in there small kitchen across the room, cooking them some dinner because according to George he was actually a really good cook. She walked down the hallway where her and George's room was. Fred's room was right across from there's, and one bathroom at the end of the hall.

"Is that the last box?" George asked her, she nodded, putting it down. 

"Yes," She answered. George opened the closet door, it was a small walk in closet. George had made space for Diana's clothes, George flicked his wand and the boxes flew open, and Diana's clothes were all folded or hung themselves neatly into the closet. 

"There, all done packing." George said, clapping his hands together. 

"You didn't bring anything else?" George asked, as he sat down on the bed. Diana shook her head.

"Not really, I brought my stuff from Hogwarts, and I put those in the closet outside. I put some of my books on the nightstand, and I think that's all. My jewelry and makeup is on the dresser, and my underwear is in the drawer. So, that should be it." Diana said, looking around the room.

"So, want me to show you around the shop?" George asked, Diana nodded. George stood up from the bed, and lead Diana out of the apartment. 

"Where are you two going? I'm almost done with lunch!" Fred shouted, wearing a kiss the chef apron. 

"I'm just showing her around the shop, we'll be back in ten minutes."

"I work all day, over this hot stove-"

"You used magic." George said,

"I slaved over the stove all day-don't shut the door-" George had already shut the door behind them. Diana giggled as they walked downstairs, the staircase was painted purple, green, and orange, the shelves were lined up with the twins products.

"So, what do you think?" George asked, as they walked behind the register.

"It's really amazing, George. I can't believe you actually opened a shop." Diana said, George grinned.

"I know, Mum's still a little annoyed we didn't wait till after we graduated at least but that doesn't matter."

"When is your grand opening?" 

"This Saturday." George said, leaning against the register, he grabbed Diana's hand, and pulled her into his arms. His hands rested on her lower back.

"Are you feeling okay?" George asked her,

"Yes why?" She asked, 

"I just want to make sure, this morning was quite hectic." George asked, Diana nodded.

"No, I'm okay. It's not like I lived them with them anyway and when I did it was horrible. I'm happy I can finally live with you." She said, before kissing him. 

George kissed her back egarley, they haven't been together for months now. He pulled her closer, her hands running through his hair. His hands went under her shirt, his fingers running up and down her back, sending shivers down her back.

"Hello! dinner is ready!" Fred shouted, George pulled away from Diana groaning annoyed.

"FRED!" 

"This is what we're goanna be dealing with right?" Diana asked, George nodded, as they stood up, and fixed her shirt. George put his hand behind her back, and pulled her closer. George's hand went to the back of Diana's neck, and pulled her into his arms for one last kiss.

"We'll finish this later." He said, she nodded, as he led them upstairs.

"Is Fred any good at cooking?" Diana asked.

"Yes, surprisingly. His food taste just like Mum's." George explained, as they walked into the apartment. Fred was folding his apron and put it back into the drawer. Diana looked at the plate of food Fred made, a plate of fish and cips.

"You made this Fred?" Diana asked, Fred nodded as they sat down. Diana sat down at the table, and picked up her fork. 

"Wow, Fred. Are you sure you made this?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why do you not like it?" Fred asked, Diana nodded.

"No it's suprisingly really good." 

"I'm going to ignore that. I've good at everything I do." George shook his head at them.

"When do you start with Puddlemere united?" George asked.

"On Monday." Diana asked,

"Are you nervous?" George asked, Diana shrugged.

"A little, but I'm only a reserved, I'm not even playing any games yet." She said, picking up a chip.

"At least you'll see Oliver again. Tell him to come by our flat." George said, she nodded. 

They finished dinner and George and Diana offered to clean up. 

"Obviously, I wasn't cleaning up. I cooked." Fred told them as he stood up. He wished them goodnight, and went to his room for the rest of the night, as they cleaned the kitchen.