Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 92

Diana woke up the next morning with George's arms wrapped around her in his bed. Mrs. Weasley was too tired to notice that they had gone off together that night, or when Fred and Mariam locked themselves in Ron's room. She turned to face George, her breath catching from the pain in her knee. It still hurt; it felt like someone had taken a hammer to her knee.

"George," She whispered, tapping him on the arm. 

"Hm," He hummed, his eyes still closed. She looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon. She wasn't surprised they had slept in that long, they fell asleep around 3 in the morning last night. Mr. Weasley wanted to make sure that the house was safe before they fell asleep. It took them over an hour before he felt it okay to let his family come back in. 

"George, it's almost 2, and I'm starving." She said, George hummed his response again. Diana shook her head at him, before prying his hands off her body. She sat up, before she felt a shooting pain in her knee, it was even worse this time. She cried out in pain, tears rushing to her eyes. The pain had doubled since last night.

"George," She shook him even harder, until he opened his eyes, and groaned. 

"Yes Di," 

"My knee, it hurts." She said, George rubbed one eye as he sat up. 

"What?"

"It hurts really bad," 

"Worse than last night?" He asked, she nodded. He grabbed the blanket that was covering her knee and lifted it up before cursing under his breath. George lifted the blanket completely off of Diana. 

"Oh God," Diana cried, her knee was bruised and swollen. A big ugly purple mark covered her whole knee. George poked it gently and Diana cursed. "STOP THAT!"

"I'm sorry!" George said, putting his hands up defensively. "I'll go get Mum, she's the best at healing spells," George grabbed his shirt and trousers off the ground, and quickly put them on before unlocking their door, and walking downstairs. She could hear him shouting for Mrs. Weasley.

Diana shut her eyes, leaning against the headboard, breathing through her nostrils. If she sat completely still, she wouldn't be in pain. Diana realized she must have been so tired last night that she didn't realize how much pain her knee was in.

There was a knock on her door, and Mrs. Weasley whispered her name softly. Diana opened her eyes, seeing Mrs. Weasley kind face. She walked up to Diana, pursing her lips to probably not react to how badly her knee was.

"Okay. Let's see." George hovered behind his mum, as she sat down on the bed. She gently touched Diana's knee; Diana hissed under her breath. 

"What's going on here?"

"YOU!" Diana hissed as Fred walked in. 

"What did I do now?" Fred asked. "Oh," Fred said, staring at Diana's knee. 

"I will kill you." Diana said.

"You can't kill me. I'm to good looking." Fred shrugged, 

"Where is Mariam? Why can't she take you away? Far far away from me?" Diana said, she looked for something to throw at his head but only found George's clock. 

"She's making us lunch." Fred said.

"She's going to be single soon because I'll kill you." Diana said, as Mrs. Weasley squeezed her knee a little harder, and she hissed in pain. 

"You only have a fracture. It's not completely broken. Fred, go get my wand from the kitchen." Mrs. Weasley said, Fred nodded and walked downstairs, Diana thought he was taking his sweet ass time until he finally came back upstairs.

"George go grab her hand," George got on the bed on Diana's other side, but Diana didn't grab his hand just yet.

"Is it going to hurt?"

"Only for a second dear, it won't hurt that bad." Mrs. Weasley said, patting her leg. 

"Stupid Fred. Stupid, stupid-"

"HEY!" 

"Be quiet Fred," Mrs. Weasley said, she put her wand on Diana's knee, and Diana shut her eyes, as she started squeezing George's hand. 

"Episkey," Mrs. Weasley muttered, and Diana's breath caught in her throat, as her bone fracture healed in under 30 seconds. She slumped against the headboard, opening her eyes. Her knee wasn't purple anymore but still a little sore.

"Your knee is going to be sore for a couple hours, but it'll be okay after that. Let's go get some food in you." Mrs. Weasley stood up, tucking her wand into her pocket before going downstairs and taking Fred with her.

"Are you okay?" George asked, Diana let his hand go and nodded. He had little crescent marks on the back of his hand. Diana kissed them, muttering her apology.

"Don't worry. They'll disappear in a few minutes." George smiled, before standing up. He handed Diana a pair of sweatpants. "Di, I was thinking, maybe we should shut down the shop, and all the mailing system."

"Why?" Diana asked.

"Because I have a bad feeling about Nott. I don't know what he's going to do but I don't like it." George said. The look in Nott's eyes as he stared at Diana made George's blood run cold, he had a deep feeling that Nott was going to come for Diana, but he didn't know when.

"It's going to be fine. Nott's just a death eater who wants me dead like everyone else who believes in you know who." Diana shrugged, stepping into the sweatpants. She looked at her curly hair in the mirror and cringed, pulling out the hair tie, and tried to tame it as much as she could.  

"Nott's not the same Diana. He sounded insane." George said, but Diana shrugged.

"There all insane." 

"Maybe you should stay here, stay with Mum for a while." 

"What?" Diana said, turning around and raising one eyebrow at him. George sat down on the bed, rubbed the back of his neck. 

"It's just a suggestion. I could stay with you too." Diana shook her head, turning on her heels. She didn't want to be locked up here, where George couldn't work in the shop he loved so much, he worked so hard for that shop, she didn't want to put him out for who knows how long because of her.

"Let's just be normal, okay?" She said, she stepped between George's spread legs. He put his large hands on her hips.

"I'll try." He said, she cupped his face, before pressing a kiss between his brows. George smiled at her in return. She ran her thumb over his cheek, his beautiful brown eyes stared at her with such intensity that sometimes Diana wanted to look away, but didn't dare. She felt his thumb tuck into her shirt and rub little circles into her skin. 

"Hey! Mum says-woah!" Fred said, covering his eyes. George teared his eyes away from Diana and looked at his twin brother. 

"Fred, we're not doing anything!" Fred still had his body turned away from them. Diana let go of George's face and stepped out of his embrace. 

"I've been traumatized before. You two should remember!" Fred shouted.

"What did Mrs. Weasley want?" Diana asked, 

"Just to tell you two to come down for lunch." Fred explained,

"We're coming right behind you." George got up from the bed and stretched his long arms over his head. His shirt rose just a little, his skin peeking out. Diana pursed his lips, trying hard not to stare at the spot. George smirked, noticing her eyes, and winked at Diana.

"Yeah," she said, dryly. 

"Alright walk behind me, we don't want you two to try and make the first Weasley grandchild." George smacked Fred over the head as he walked past him.

"OW!" Fred shouted, before Diana came up behind him, and whacked him right on the same spot. 

"OW! You two deserve each other, evil spawns."