Life after the War

Love is strange

George's p.o.v:

At first I felt like I had died. Like nothing meant anything to me. Not my family, not my friends, not anything.

And then she helped me. She helped me get better. I tried to push her away but she wouldn't stand for it. She's always been stubborn. Whenever she started doing something she kept pushing and pushing and pushing until she got the job done.

And that's what she did to me.

She brought the life back into me. Made me smile. I thought I wouldn't be able to survive after...Fred. But, I did survive. 

And for that, I'm eternally grateful. 

I love her. There, I said it. I love her. I love Lexi more then I love life. 

I love her...

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Lexi's p.o.v:

"Come down for dinner!" I heard Molly yell up the stairs. I groaned and rolled off my bed. Hermione and Ginny were sharing a room. Harry and Ron were sharing a room. And George was in his room. Bill and Fluer had gone back to their cottage beach house. Charlie was God knows where. And I was in Charlie's old room, right in between George's and Ginny's.

I was super tired after Molly had woken us up from the bathroom floor. Considering it was six in the morning when she woke us up, so I had gone to bed. I didn't mean to sleep in the whole day, but it's pretty hard to wake me up once I'm asleep.

I had slept in the clothes I was wearing yesterday, a light blue long sleeved shirt and some black skinny jeans. I decided to just wear what I was wearing and quickly ran a brush through my hair.

I tromped down the stairs two at a time, eager to eat dinner. As I walked into the dining room, a wonderful smell hit my nose. It smelled like cake. And I love cake.

I sat down across from George. At the head of the table sat Arthur, then on his left Molly, and on his right Ginny, on her right sat Harry, beside Molly was Hermione, to her left Ron, to his left George. I was sitting beside Harry. 

I grabbed some pieces of the chicken Molly had made and a roll. "Thank you for the dinner, Molly." I said politely. 

Molly smiled at me and placed a hand on her heart. "Why you're welcome, dear. Always a pleasure to cook for my family."

Family. She considered me as her family. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I took in a deep breath, then I breathed out. 

Across from me, George had the brightest grin on his face. He descreatly gave me a thumbs up. I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. He could be such a dork sometimes.

After dinner, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all went upstairs to Ron's room. Probably to play spin the bottle or something, I thought to myself. 

Arthur and Molly had gone outside to take a walk around the yard. And me and George were up in my- Charlie's- room.  

I sat criss-crossed on the floor, my back against the wall facing my bed. George sat beside me, his long legs outstretched in front of him. 

George let out a big sigh. I looked over at him, one of my eyebrows raised. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, being curious. 

But George just shook his head. He nodded towards the bed. "We should really put that thing to use." He then winked at me, making me blush a deep crimson. 

"I-I um..." I stuttered. George chuckled. 

"C'mon. You know you want to." He winked again. 

I hit him on the arm. "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what. Being sexy?" He said. 

I rolled my eyes and huffed. I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at him. "No. Stop. Winking. At. Me." I said through gritted teeth. 

But George just laughed. "Please. Let's do it..." He whined. I stopped glaring and uncrossed my arms. I then sighed and climbed on top of my boyfriend. I leaned in close to his face, our lips almost touching. 

"No." I whispered. 

But I guess George didn't get the idea, because he closed the gap between us and kissed me. I don't know why, but I started giggling against his lips. 

"Stop laughing." George whined continuing to kiss me. I pulled away and started laughing. "Stop." George whined again. "It's not funny. Am I a bad kisser?" I shook my head, still laughing and still straddling him. 

I stopped laughing, finally. "No...no. You're not it's just-" 

George cut me off by kissing my neck gently. 

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I thought as his lips started down my neck, and up again to my lips. Well, I do want to do it with him. And this does feel like the right time and sweet Jesus it feels good.

"George..." I whispered. 

"Yes?''

"...I love you."

"I love you too, love."

Hope you guys liked the George Lexi action. There will sex in the next chapter but not for the whole chapter, don't worry. Don't judge because I can't write smut all too well but I'll try. Love you guys!!

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