Diana knocked on the door the next morning making sure Fred wasn't in there before she opened the door. She opened the door and stepped inside locking the door behind her. Diana turned the shower on, took off her pajamas before stepping inside.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, putting a robe on. She went back to her room, noticing George wasn't there anymore. She changed into a pair of trousers, and a short sleeve black shirt. She let her curly hair air dry after putting some mousse, curling cream, and gel in it before she walked to the kitchen.
Fred and George were in the kitchen. Fred was cooking breakfast while George was leaning against the counter only in grey sweatpants, a cup of tea in his hand.
"Good morning love," George said, as he kissed Diana on the cheek.
"Good morning,"
"Slept well?" George asked, Diana pursed her lips blushing as she sat down at the dining table.
"Yes," George stared at Diana as he sipped on his coffee.
"I slept well too. Not that anyone was asking though." Fred muttered under his breath, before he turned around.
"Is this how it's going to be like every morning, you two having sex with your eyeballs in the kitchen while I make breakfast."
"Do you say everything that pops into your mind?" Diana asked,
"Do you really want to complain while I cook you breakfast?" Fred countered, Diana shook her head at him, as she glanced at George pouring himself another glass of tea. She stared at his well-defined muscles and glanced at the hickeys she had left on him yesterday.
"Here, breakfast. It would be nice if you guys you know can help with the cooking too." Fred said, as he put a plate of scrambled eggs, and bacon. Diana grabbed some plates and forks.
"I cook all the time Fred." George said, as they sat down.
"You are such a liar."
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After breakfast the three changed and went down to the shop. Fred and George had to stack some last-minute products on the shelves, and Diana had offered to help.
"The last of the products are in my office, let me show you." George said, he put a hand on Diana's lower back, and led her to the back office. They walked into George's office, there were a couple of boxes stacked next to the door.
"Is this what you wanted us to push out?" Diana asked, pointing to them. George nodded.
"Yes, but I think Fred can handle them for a little while." George smirked, as he sat down in his leather chair. Diana walked over to him and sat down on his thigh. George smirked putting a hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
Diana slid her hand under George's shirt, feeling his abdomen tense as her fingers grazed his skin. George kissed down Diana's neck, she shut her eyes, tilting her head back as she stifled a groan, her hand went to George's crotch, she palmed George through his jeans,
"MUM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" They suddenly heard Fred shout, they both froze, locking eyes with each other in horror.
"Fred why are you shouting? I'm here to see Diana." Mrs. Weasley said, Diana jumped off of George as they started to fix their clothes.
"Why didn't you tell me your mother was coming?" Diana asked, as she tried to straighten the wrinkles on her shirt.
"I didn't know she was going to drop by. She's been hiding ever since you-know-who came back."
"Yes Fred, I saw your screaming yo-yo's but where's Diana and George?" Mrs. Weasley asked, Diana opened the office door, and walked to the front of the shop. Mrs. Weasley was standing with several containers floating beside her.
"Diana!" Mrs. Weasley said, she threw her arms around Diana, squeezing her so tightly Diana felt the air escaping her lungs.
"Mrs. Weasley, it's so nice to see you. How are you?"
"Good, I'm so happy to see you. You've gotten skinner. Do your parent's never feed you? Those muggles and those stupid diets." Mrs. Weasley scoffed, as she held her at arm's length and examined Diana.
"I'm okay Mrs. Weasley. I don't think I lost any weight to be honest."
"Bullocks! I made you three plenty of food for the next two weeks." Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing to the several floating containers.
"Thank Merlin for you Mum, these two have had me cooking the whole time!" Fred complained,
"I've only stayed her for one day. You've only cooked dinner and breakfast."
"I still did most of the cooking." Diana rolled her eyes; she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Come upstairs Mum, I'll make some tea." George said,
"I'll finish pushing the rest of the products out." Fred said, George nodded before they walked upstairs. George opened the door, and Mrs. Weasley and Diana walked to the fridge putting the containers in the fridge. George put the kettle on the stove.
"So are you two sharing a room?" Mrs. Weasley asked, Diana and George glanced at each other uncomfortably.
"Yes."
"Hm." She said, glancing between them.
"Mum, we're adults-"
"I have no opinion about this." Mrs. Weasley said,
"You? Having no opinions?" George asked, as he put four tea bags in the kettle.
"George Weasley! I understand you two are adults even though I wish you two would be married before you were living together but it's a different generation, so I understand." Mrs. Weasley signed.
"That's a first." Mrs. Weasley glared at him.
"Anyway, how's Mr. Weasley?" Diana asked, George poured them three cups of tea. He and his Mum liked to drink his black, Diana drank hers with two sugars.
"He's wonderful! Well, I mean he's the head of office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects. He's got ten people reporting to him now!"
"Wow what does that exactly-" Mrs. Weasley cut her off starting to explain what Mr. Weasley's new job was.
"So you see, it's a very important job, and I tell him it's just silly to miss dealing with spark plugs and toasters and all the rest of that Muggle rubbish." Diana laughed,
"Mr. Weasley and his muggle addiction is so cute."
"How are you doing with protections-" Diana's eyes widen.
"To the apartment," George started laughing coughing on his tea, as he stared at Diana's reddening face.
"What? What is so funny?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking between Diana and George. Diana avoided eye contact shaking her head.
"Nothing, sorry Mum. Fred and I have set up a lot of protections around the apartment."
"Are you sure? Maybe you two should wait to open your shop until after the war? With all these people walking in and out of the shop. It's dangerous."
"Mum, we've had this conversation before. Fred and I have decided that it's best we open the shop now." George explained,
"Do you understand how dangerous it is right now?"
"We understand the risk, speaking of the risks you better get going, it's getting late, and I don't want you to go home when it's dark." George said, looking outside the kitchens window.
"You're right I should get going. I have to make dinner for your father." She said, they led her to the fireplace, Diana started the fire, George threw floopowder into the fire, it turned a bright shade of green, Mrs. Weasley stepped into the fireplace, saying goodbye and telling them to stay safe.
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Beloved- George Weasley
FanfictionDiana Dursley turned 12 and her whole life flipped as she knew it once that Hogwarts letter arrived at her parent's doorsteps. After her family was forced to send her to Hogwarts, she finds some comfort in the Weasley Twins, especially the one that...
