Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 85

A/N- Mature themes ahead. 

They had gotten dinner at some restaurant George had heard was the best in all of Paris before finally going to a hotel. Their suitcases were already on the bed once they entered. 

"I think that mime was flirting with you George." Diana giggled, sitting on the bed, and taking her shoes off. George scowled as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"That stupid mime kept trying to lock me in a box! And every time I walked out it would try to trap me again! It followed us for four blocks!" George huffed, Diana stood up and turned around to George.

"Will you unzip my dress?" She asked, Geroge put his warm hands on her back, pushing her thick blond curls to the side. He slowly unzipped her dress till her pink panties poked through the dress. He turned her around, his eyes scanning her beautiful face, his hands going over her shoulders, up her neck, and cupped her face, and brought his face to hers. It was only meant to be one quick kiss until they got to bed later that night, but then he was placing more and more...and more, his lips would graze her cheek, her eyebrows, her nose, her ear. His thumb would smooth over the kisses he just placed, before his lips were back on hers.

Diana's hands were everywhere, grabbing the end of his undershirt, running through his hair, grabbing his arm. They moved towards the bed, George eased Diana down, she loved the feeling of his weight on her, the feeling of a man's body enveloping hers, keeping her safe, and warm, and protected. George pulled her dress off her, leaving trails of kisses at every exposed piece of skin. Diana closed her eyes once he had kissed her breasts, before trailing even lower. She didn't want crazy foreplay but wanted slow love making instead. She had a feeling that things weren't going to be the same after tonight. That somewhere out there something big was going to happen and nothing was going to be the same again for a while.

Diana's back was pressed against the bed, as George slowly entered her. She closed her eyes, feeling George press more kisses into her, he pulled her hand over her head, and slowly brought her to an orgasm before he chased his own.

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The next morning, they took a shower, changed into a spare outfit, before George found the portkey in the back alley and brought it back to hotel room.

"Are you ready?" He asked her, setting down the rusty key on the table. He looked at Diana as she sat on the bed with her arms wrapped around herself, wearing a pair of jeans and a white sweater.

"I wish we could stay here forever, and just skip out on everything?" 

"I wish we can too."

"If we stay here even a day longer Fred will probably come and drag you back to the shop." Diana said, George's mouth quirked up.

"Yeah, he probably will." The key started ticking, George and Diana both stood up, and grabbed each end of the key. Diana shut her eyes, until she felt something grab her from the navel and pull her off her feet. She felt George's arm around her waist, as they started flying through the air. The hotel room quickly disappearing behind them.

There feet landed in their apartment, with Fred and Mariam sitting in the living room. They jumped when they spotted them. George's arm dropped from Diana's waist, and he threw the key onto the table.

"You guys are back already," Fred breathed, standing up. He ran a hand through his red hair, and down his neck. 

"I told you it was only a night." George said, as Miriam went and hugged Diana, squeezing her so tight the air flew out of her lungs. 

"Why are you two acting like we died?" George asked, his eyebrows furrowed together. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes jumping from Fred's nervous face to Miriam's panicked expression. 

"Something happened while you two were away."  Miriam said, letting Diana go. Her hands were still on Diana's shoulders, making Diana's nervous spike.

"What do you mean something happened? Is Harry, okay? Is it Mr. Weasley again?" She asked,

"It's not like that...it's um..." Miriam glanced at Fred for help. Fred signed, letting out a shaky breath.

"Dumbledore died last night. Snape killed him." The words felt foreign to Diana's ears, she felt bad for Dumbledore but that's not what Fred was implying, and she knew it. It meant that she was right, and everything was going to change. Dumbledore was the only thing holding Voldemort back, and now that he's gone, all hell was going to break loose.