Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 89

Mad-eye Moody was dead. Diana was the last one to find out last night after helping to clean up George. The news of his death hung like a dark cloud over all of them. The house was so, so, annoyingly crowded as they prepared for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Mrs. Weasley wasn't letting anyone, expect George whose missing ear left him off the hook.

"OW!" Fred shouted, before he cursed under his breath. He lifted his hand and dangling from his finger was a knob. He grabbed it by its legs swung it around over his head and threw it across the yard.

"That one's teeth were sharp." Fred muttered, rubbing the knob drool off his finger. Diana could see tiny teeth marks, almost drawing out blood. "I'm going to kill George for getting his ear blown off. I could have been injured too you know." Fred leaned down grabbing another knob.

"You're fine." Diana laughed, watching as he chucked the knob across the yard. 

"What if I'm bleeding internally?"

"Then you would be throwing up blood, your stomach would be in pain, you're-"

"Okay I get it. What about a brain hem-"

"So, are you two working hard?" George shouted; he was towards them with two cups of lemonade in his hand with matching white straws. His head was still bandage up, they were waiting until what was left of George's ear to heal, and stop being red.

"I have bruises." Fred muttered, showing him the finger that the knob bite. 

"The knobs are kicking your ass, Freddie?" George chuckled, handing Diana a lemonade. Fred stuck his hand out to take the cup from George, but George smirked shaking his head.

"This is for me."

"WHAT!" Fred gaped at him. George chuckled, putting an arm around Diana and sipping on his drink through the straw.

"This is for me. I've worked hard."

"You arse! You've been sitting on your ass all day!" Fred shouted, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the kitchen door and glowered at him.

"Fred! Stop shouting I can hear you from in here!"

"You've raised an arse Mum!"

"Language! Your brother is hurt! He's lost an ear! He needs to relax!"

"Yeah Fred! I need to relax. My ear hurts from all this yelling." George put a hand over his bandages and shook his head. 

"Oh, my poor Georgie, I'm going to make you a pot of soup." Mrs. Weasley said, before shutting the kitchen door. Diana sipped on her lemonade watching Fred glare at his brother.

"This is so good, so refreshing. Thank you, George. I feel so much better." Diana grinned.

"I knew you would be, you've been working so hard, getting all these knobs out of here." George shook his head. Fred stared between the two and rolled his eyes.

"You two deserve each other you know that?"

"Fred! I brought you some lemonade it's so hot!" Miriam shouted; she walked up to him holding a large cup of lemonade. Fred gratefully took the cup from her and started chugging it. Miriam raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're really...thirsty?"

"I've gotten injured M. Are you going to bandage up my finger just like George's head?" Fred asked, raising his finger. Diana wanted to roll her eyes; George actually did. 

"Now that Mariam is here. I'm going to steal Diana away." George winked at the group, before intertwining their fingers, and leading them away.

"WAIT! Who's going to help me! There's still at least 80 of these!" 

"Figure it out!" George shouted back. Diana could feel Fred's scowl at their back before George lead them to his father's old shed. The door creaked as George opened it, the place was old, clearly not used for at least a year or longer. They set their cups down on an old car, another car that Mr. Weasley had sneakily bought after Harry and Ron crashed the first one in their second year.

"When are Fleur's parents coming?" Diana asked George, George shrugged a shoulder, shutting the shed door.

"I think tomorrow. I don't remember what Mum said," That made Diana frown, she touched George's head.

"Why don't you remember?" She asked, George shooed her hand away.

"I don't have a brain bleed or something. I just wasn't listening when Mum talked. I swear." She said, Diana frowned.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes, Di. I remember everything, expect one thing." 

"What thing?" Diana frowned,

"You naked, because you keep talking." 

"George-" Diana laughed, before being cut off by George's lips on hers. She giggled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. His hand on her lower back, pulling her closer. They stumbled back until Diana's back hit the wall, George's hand was right next to Diana's head, caging her in. 

"George, are you sure you're not in any pain?" Diana asked between kisses. George cursed under his breath.

"Diana even if I'm on the edge of my death bed, I will not say no." George muttered, Diana rolled her eyes before she slipped her hand under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles there.

"Okay, I'll shut up." George chuckled, his hand going to cup her backside. He squeezed, and kneaded, and pulled her close. Their kiss getting deeper, more fierce. She loved the feeling of George's body on hers, his skin was so smooth, expect for some of the scars he got from working. Her body was like his, smooth expect for the scars she got from her own passion in life.

He kissed down her neck, the top of her collar bones, before licking her neck. She started pulling on the bottom of his shirt, wanting him to take it off. George paused, pulling on the back of his shirt before pulling it off, and letting it drop to the floor. 

"God, I've missed you, to many stupid fucking people in this house." George muttered, unbuttoning her shirt. He kissed the top of her breasts, Diana wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but she was scared it would hurt George, so she cupped the back of his neck, using her thumb and rubbing circles into his skin.

Then the shed door was being pried open, and a curse was shouted making George and Diana jump apart. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood there red faced, and embarrassed. Mr. Weasley covered his face with his hands, shaking his head.

"GEORGE!"

"MUM! DAD! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!" George shouted turning around on his heels and covering Diana. Mrs. Weasley gaped at him, as Diana quickly buttoned up her shirt, her cheeks red.

"What are we doing? What are you doing Mister?"

"I'm...we're....what are you two doing, you never come to the shed." George pointed at them accusingly.

"It doesn't matter what we were doing! This is our house, mister."

"If you gave us our own room then we wouldn't have to resort to this." George countered, Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed into tiny slits. 

"George, you know that the only way you will is if you two are engaged." 

"Are you sure you're not to injured to do that!" 

"DAD!" 

"What? It's just a question." Mr. Weasley said, as George picked up his shirt. He slipped it on, before grabbing Diana's arm.

"We will be leaving, after being so rudely interrupted." He shouted over his shoulder. Mrs. Weasley smacked him on the arm as he walked past. 

"Not to go do that anywhere else in the house!"

"We'll see Mum, we'll see." 

"GEORGE WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, pointing her wand at George's other ear. George let Diana's hand go and started running towards the burrow.

"JUST JOKING MUM! I WANT TO KEEP BOTH MY EARS!"