Daughter of Black

6.07

I kicked off my shoes at the door and slowly made my way towards our room. As the days went on, the shop was getting busier and busier. Aside from the regular shop hours, inventory needed to be checked and new shipments put away. Not to mention any duties involving the Order of the Phoenix. The three of us had joined the Order after my father died. I refused to let what happened to my dad not mean anything. We were responsible for checking in on some of our allies that lived or worked in Diagon Alley. However, I was tired and three people were not needed to check in down the street at Sugarplum's Sweet Shop. So I stayed here to make dinner. We had a small common kitchen area between the lofts that we used when we wanted to eat together, which was also used for lunch breaks. I sorted through my drawers until I found a pair of knitted soft trousers and my blue 'M' sweater from Mrs Weasley. Once I had exchanged my work clothes for those, I turned to head back into the kitchen. The boys returned shortly later, making small talk. I could hear them from the moment they stepped into the shop and I smiled. "How is Mr Sugarplum?" I ask as they walk into the room. Both boys kiss my cheeks before they sit down at the table to eat.

"He's splendid." George answers, Fred already shoving food into his mouth. Both of us chuckle as Fred wipes his mouth.

"Business is going well for him." Fred says as soon as his mouth isn't full of food. Conversation full of laughs continued as we ate until all of our plates were cleared and put in the sink. "And on that note." Fred yawned and stretched before standing. "Don't forget we're to be by the Burrow an hour before Christmas dinner starts." I nodded, having already received the owl from Molly.

"How come you know all of this?" George furrowed his brows as his brother walked past us and to his room.

"You know you should owl our mother more, Georgie. Goodnight you two!" He called, closing his loft door behind him. I laughed and George gave me a playful glare.

"I suppose you've owled my mother too." I wink at him.

"Everyone but you, Georgie." He scowls as he follows me up to our loft. George swats at my butt as we race up to the loft. Both of us crash onto the bed, George holding me tightly so that neither of us fall off of the bed. We're laughing until my chest hurts, wide smiles on our faces. George kisses me softly.

"Let's go to bed, love." I nodded, rolling over so I was on my spot on the bed. I watched as George undressed and pulled on a pair of pajama trousers, making me smile softly as he crawled in bed next to me. He laid flat on his back so that I could easily rest my head against his bare chest. His fingers moved to my hair, combing through it with his long fingers, careful not to get caught in any tangles or hurt my head.

"I miss him." I whispered.

"Who?" He opened one eye to look down at me.

"My dad." I sighed, his arm moving from my hair to my back, drawing circles on the small of my back where he had moved my sweater.

He nuzzled his nose into my hair before pressing his lips to the spot. "I know, love. I know." He mumbled just before my eyelids began to grow heavy.

♡☽

I jolted awake, sweat covering my forehead as I frantically looked around the room. There was no sign of Bellatrix. I turned my head so I could see George who was sleeping so quietly, I almost thought he was dead. But he fidgeted slightly, making me breath out in relief. It had been another nightmare, the same as the rest. There was not much of a chance of me falling asleep again. My stomach tightened as the nightmare played in my mind again, my heart racing in my chest. I quietly rolled out of bed and tiptoed towards the loft door, careful to not wake George. I would come back in a minute. I just needed to relax. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet, quickly and quietly making myself hot tea. As the water heated to a boil, I sat at the table, staring at the small fire.

"What are you doing?" Fred squinted as he stepped out of his loft. I looked back at him, slightly startled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I offered him a small smile, looking back at the fire.

"I had a nightmare, just making myself some tea." Hopefully my voice didn't come out as shaky as it felt. He put a hand on my shoulder, making me look back at him.

"Are you alright?" He sat down at the table next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder, sighing.

"I'm fine, Freddie. I just need to calm down." He kissed my temple as I reassured him that I really was ok. "What are you doing up, anyways?" I asked him, which resulted in him shrugging.

"I heard a noise. Just wanted to double check." He ruffled my hair as he stood up. "At least try to get some more sleep, Mirabella." I cracked a smile, rolling my eyes.

"I'll try, Frederick." He dipped back into his loft, quietly closing the door behind him. Once I finished making my tea, I quietly made my way back up to my loft, trying my hardest not to wake George. I opened the small window in the corner of the bedroom, crawling out to sit in the cold. The cold nipped at my warm skin, but I loved watching the snow start to fall. I leaned against the wall, watching each little fleck as I drank my tea slowly, helping to warm my body from the cold. Suddenly a blanket is wrapped around my shoulders as George steps out of the window. He looks down at me with a small smile, cuddling close to me so that he could be wrapped in the warmth of the blanket as well.

"What are you doing out here? It's freezing!" He asked me, concern laced in his voice. I smiled up at him.

"Another nightmare, just wanted to watch the snow." He kissed my forehead. Dozens of snowflakes had fallen and stuck to his hair, and I knew mine must look even more ridiculous. He gave me a small smile as I brushed the snow from his hair. We stayed like that for a short while, neither of us saying a word, both of us just enjoying the tranquility we found in each other. I rested my head on his shoulder with closed eyes, the sound of his heart beating steadily comforting me. It grew colder and the snow started to come down harder, making George drag me back inside. He closed the window, making sure it was latched shut before he trudged into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water running as I peeked my head into the bathroom. The large bath was starting to fill and I could feel steam coming from it. It was much warmer here.

"Alright it's filled, you can get undressed" George smiles and expectantly stares at me for an awkward amount of time.

"Turn around." I smile at him, his face erupting in a pout.

"I've seen everything under there anyway." I chuckle as he moves closer to me.

"Which is how I know you'll try to have sex with me as soon as I am naked." He smirked, pressing himself against me.

"I always want to have sex with you, so you can either take your clothes off now, or I'll take them off for you." He was smirking as his lips brushed against mine, making my knees go weak. I started stripping and soon both of us stood there completely naked. The cold air hit me like a truck, sending a shiver through my body. Stepping forward, I dipped a small part of my foot into the bath water. It was the perfect temperature. I hummed as I stepped into the bath, slowly sinking until I was sitting down. The water covered most of my chest, hitting the cold areas on my back. George stepped in next, sitting down next to me. The two of us were silent for a second, my eyes closed as I let the hot water warm me up. I felt George's hand lightly touching my skin, which made me shiver as I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. "You're so perfect." He gushes, making me giggle as I lean into his hand. "I can't believe how lucky I am." I kiss his hand, finally opening my eyes to look at him.

"Me neither." I lightly peck his lips, moving closer to him. "I love you, Georgie." His wet hands cupped my cheeks.

"I love you, Mira." We stayed in the bath until the water got cold. Finally dry and warm, George and I slip back into bed, holding each other and talking mindlessly about going back to the burrow for Christmas.