Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 97

Months flew by, and the war was getting worse and worse. Fred and George shut the shop down, and George insisting he wanted the safest place for Diana, had led them to hiding under ground. 

Underground meant one place, that the twins wished could they be anywhere but.

Aunt Muriel's house.

The one and only women who could never fall for Fred and George's charms...after one tiny incident.

And they weren't the only ones, Mr and Mrs. Weasley decided moving everyone in was the best option.

"SH!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, smacking Fred over the head, "Aunt Muriel is going to wake up." 

"What's she really going to do? Kick us out?" Fred asked, picking up the pan he had just dropped. "Write us out of the will? Cause she already did that, Mum."

George smirked from his seat next to Diana as they finished the last of orders for the week. With them having to close the shop, George came up with the grand idea of selling products from inside Aunt Muriel house and shipping them straight to the customer.

He didn't want Diana helping, terrified that even having her writing the shipments could lead to the death eaters finding her. "Mum, can Aunt Muriel even hear us? I feel like I have to shout every time I talk to her."

"She can hear just fine." Aunt Muriel said, walking into the cramped kitchen. She eyed the five people in the kitchen, and Diana knew she was already counting the days until she could have her quiet house back.

"And use her cane just fine too." She hissed, before George's elbow met the end of it. 

"Ah...mother fuc-" George shouted, before Diana covered his mouth. He didn't need an ear full from his mother after the cane.

"Aunt Muriel, that hurt!" George said, rubbing his arm. "That was right on my funny bone." 

"Oh really? I thought candy would come out the end." She grumbled, sitting down in front of him. "And when you get a chance to peel your hand off your girlfriend's thigh, get me a glass of water." 

Diana's cheeks burned as she scooted away from George. "Aunt Muriel, were you not once a 19-year-old who was in love?" 

"No. I didn't fall in love till I was 35." 

"Well, that explains why you're so b-"

"Aunt Muriel it's so nice of you to let us stay here." Mrs. Weasley said, "My father-in-law always talked about how you were his favorite sister for a reason. Isn't that right, boys? Shouldn't we be thankful?"

"Yes...even though my elbow is anything but." 

"So are you two ever getting married?" Aunt Muriel pointed at George and Diana with her cane. Diana's cheeks felt like they were getting red as George's hair. 

Fred bit on his knuckles not to laugh, Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows shot so high they almost disappeared into her hair line. Mr. Weasley rose the newspaper he was reading higher, and George tried not to show to much emotions in front of his aunt.

Of course, he thought about marriage, and he knew it was going to happen, but the shop was still new, and Diana's career had just started, he didn't think she'd want to consider it just yet. 

"Aunt Muriel, they're still so young, Bill was 27 when he got married, and there's still Charlie, and Percy. They haven't even considered marriage yet."

"They're all old. Back when I was young, people got married when they were 16, it's not crazy."

"But-"

"I know they're living together." George's head snapped to Fred, knowing he was the only person who ever gossiped with Aunt Muriel. Fred just shrugged, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouths.

"That's the new thing the kids are doing Aunt Muriel, they move in together before marriage."

"Yes, and she'll be knocked up before marriage." Diana scooted her chair away from George, wishing this conversation would end now.

"Aunt Muriel!" Mrs. Weasley hissed, outraged.

"It's the truth,"

"I'm going to rest for a little." Diana said, standing up so fast her chair almost fell over. George caught it before it could hit the ground.

George stood up after her, with a flick of his wrist, he sent the orders back to his room. "Don't go making another Weasley." Aunt Muriel couldn't resist saying as they left the room.

They didn't say anything until they got into Diana's room, George quietly shutting the door behind him. "I'm sorry about her," He said. "She's a lot." 

"I know, I just needed to get out of there before she asked anymore questions." Diana said. "Like how my menstrual cycle is going." 

George chuckled under his breath and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to get Fred back for this."

"How?" Diana asked. 

"You know how he always says that he can't feel his left bullock thanks to dad?" He asked, Diana nodded. 

"Well, let's just say, he's goanna feel it again real soon." George's evil smile brought a smile to Diana's lips.

"I can't wait to see this then." 

A/N- I can't believe it's been almost a year since I last updated this???