Harry Potter Imagines

George Weasley [E]

For Olivia-Rose.

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The war was finally over, and people began to rebuild houses, shops and find each other. To be fair, you had not seen George in a while. Fred was dead, so he had to grieve and you felt he needed to be alone with his family to do so.

The war was two weeks ago. You had called Molly several times to ask if George was okay. Today you wanted to see him and tell him that... you won't know to the end, Haha!

You put some clothes on, just some jeans and a white top and thought of the Burrow. Apparating had you feeling extremely dizzy every time. Stumbling up the staircase, you knocked on the door and waited for it to open. It was Ginny who opened it. You gave her a quick hug and said hello before walking into the living room.

Everybody sat there. You began saying hello to everyone. Molly stood up and almost hugged the life out of me.

"He's upstairs," Molly confirmed before squeezing your hand once. You hesitantly nodded and began climbing the stairs.

Standing outside of what used to be George's and Fred's shared room, you inhaled deeply before raising your hand to knock gently on the door. "Can I come in?"

There did not come any reply. Silence filled the air, and you sighed loudly. Opening the door, you stepped inside the dark room. George laid in some kind of foetal position on his bed. You quickly positioned yourself beside him.

"George are you okay?" You sincerely asked while petting his back carefully.

He once again did not answer, but blankly stared at your face. You leaned in to hug him, and he instantly responded.

You both started rocking back and forth, while he silently cried. You sweetly kissed his forehead and began fumbling with his hands.

"George, I need to tell you something," you whispered silently.

He looked at you again and sat up. "I... um.. ....I am pregnant," you whispered.

He was in like a trance. He didn't do anything.

"George?"

He stared at you once again.

"I'm going to be a father!" He yelled hands holding his head. He yelled so high that the other Weasleys probably heard.

"Are you pregnant!?" Molly asked exitedly, tripping over the stairs on her way up. You nodded, and she began dancing around.

While chuckling at the sight of all the Weasleys dancing around in the little room, George held tightly on to you, like he did not want to let you go.

"Let us celebrate it!" Molly screamed, clapping her hands together.

"We need cake and banners. Hurry up people! To the store!" She commanded closing the door and fussing people around.

"I think, your mother is more exited for the baby to be born than you are," you laughed.

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This was a long one, and different than the other imagines I write, but here it is. Dedicated to a lovely person, Olivia-Rose. Hope you liked it.