Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 81

A/N- Mature themes ahead, Non-consensual touching. 

Diana didn't know where George had disappeared to it's been almost half an hour. She felt the couch dip next to her. She looked up from her cup of firewhiskey, Alex smiled at her, looking a little tipsier than he had been half an hour ago.

"Diana, you look so beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, is George done talking with Oliver yet?" Diana asked, she looked over Alex's shoulder, George was still in deep conversation with Oliver, and Diana was growing bored.

"Do you really want to talk to your boyfriend when I'm here right now?" He asked, he scooted closer to her, Diana scooted away.

"Alex, you should go sober up."

"I am sober." Alex grinned but he took another large gulp of his fire whiskey. Diana wanted to roll her eyes at the irony. She looked around the room for Fred and Mariam, but they had disappeared somewhere.

"You know, I've always thought you were pretty Diana." Alex said, he reached up to push a strand of hair out of her face, but Diana stood up before he could. Alex followed her up, he really couldn't take a glue.

"Listen Alex, you met my boyfriend. I'm not interested." Diana said, but Alex shook his head.

"No, I think that your boyfriend doesn't realize what a treasure you are, Diana." Before Diana even knew blinked Alex was on her, his lips were smashed against hers, her back hit the wall. His hands on her hip,

"What the fuck Alex!" She shouted, pushing him off of her. Alex stumbled back losing his balance before he was slammed into George's chest. George grabbed him by the back of the neck before slamming him against the wall, right next to Diana. Diana pushed herself off the wall and stood behind George.

"When a girls clearly not interested in you, and I think you get that a lot, they make it pretty clear." George said, he grabbed Alex by the collar, almost lifting him off his feet.

"You are a piece of shit Alex; I knew it the second I saw you. Oliver's been in there for the last half hour telling me how you've been drooling over my girlfriend for but guess what she wouldn't touch your punny ass with a ten-foot poll." George said,

"You think you're all-" George's fist collided into Alex face before he got another word out, George let go of Alex's collar, Alex fell on the ground, his nose bloody. He turned around to Diana.

"What the hell happened here?" Fred said, him and Mariam stumbled into the room, hair messed up, clothes ruffled. 

"We're ready to leave, are you?" George asked, they looked at Alex still on the ground before nodding.

"We could leave." George grabbed Diana's arm, took out his wand, and apparated them both away, Diana didn't spare Alex another glance.

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"Are you okay?" George asked Diana, she nodded. They had showered and changed into there pjs, and now they laid in bed trying to sleep, Diana had her head on his arm, there chest touching, there legs intertwined. 

"I'm fine. I've always known Alex had a crush on me. Everyone on the team knew. I just didn't think that he was going to try and kiss me." Diana signed; George pushed the strands of hairs out of his face.

"Yeah, we'll. I knew he was an ass the second I saw him." Diana laughed, as George kissed her forehead, he ran his hand up and down her thigh, Diana loved that feeling, it always helped her calm down after a hectic day, and she really needed this today. Soon they were both feeling the effects of this tiring day and were drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, Diana woke up early made breakfast for everyone. Mariam walked out of Fred's bedroom, wearing only his shirt and a pair of shorts, her curly hair made into a messy bun on the top of her head.

"Good morning," Diana said,

"Good morning, did you sleep okay? I know last night was pretty...hectic." Mariam asked, she poured herself a large cup of tea. Diana nodded putting a couple spoonful of eggs on a plate.

"Alex is a little bitch who can't take a hint." Diana shrugged, setting the plate on the table.

"Well, everyone knew he had a crush on you, but no one thought he would get aggressive like that." Mariam said, she pulled out the seat she always sat in at kitchen table and sat down.

"Can we talk about something else? I'm tired of talking about Alex." Diana huffed; Mariam hummed in response.

"So, we're going to Hogsmeade today?" 

"Yeah, Ron's birthday is today. The twins got him this signed Chudley Canon's poster. He's going to love it." Diana said, she set down the last plate of toast, breakfast was officially done.

"That's sweet. Fred mentioned his present, but I completely forgot what it was." Diana sat across from her, pouring herself a large cup of tea.

"What did I mention?" Fred groaned, the twins had walked out of their rooms, Diana had barely noticed. George kissed her on the cheek, she handed him a cup of tea, before pouring herself one.

"About your brother's present, the one you're giving him today." Mariam reminded him. 

"Oh yes. The poster. Honestly, I don't even know why he likes the Chudley Canon's. We could have gotten him a puddle mere united or some other team." 

"Who cares we got him something he'll love." George said.

"We can also see if Zonko's is for-" He was cut off by a spoonful of whipped cream thrown in the middle of his face, a chuck going up his nose. 

"That...was on purpose." George smirked, as the girls burst out laughing. Fred picked up a tissue, whipping his face.

"Oh you are so dead." Fred hissed, he picked up the bottle of syrup, pointing it at Diana. 

"NO!" Diana shouted, but it was too late, Fred had already squeezed, her neck, and shoulders were downed in syrup. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of George's shorts.

"Stop! I wasn't the one who threw the whipped cream!" Diana shouted,

"Yes, but your closer." Fred smirked, setting the syrup down. Diana glared at him before smirking at Mariam.

"No, no, I am not in this. Definitely not-" George had already thrown a spoonful of eggs. They eggs landed on her shirt, falling onto her lap. Soon there was a full-on food fight in the kitchen. There were eggs, syrup, whipped cream, toast flying across the kitchen. Diana had whipped cream stuck in her hair, crumbs of toast stuck on her neck and shoulders, there were spots of eggs on her shirt. 

George didn't look any better. His hair had bits of toast in it, his face was covered in whipped cream, his stomach covered in syrup. Mariam and Fred looked worse.

"Okay enough! We have to go! Or were going to be late and we'll miss Ron." Fred laughed; Mariam handed him a wet towel. 

"This is going to take forever to get off." Diana said, she touched her neck where the most syrup was, and her hand immediately felt stick. She was going to kill Fred later and was already planning a hundred different ways too.