Mischief Managed (George Weasley-Love Story Book 2)

Chapter 21

Kat's POV:

This is going to be a good break from summer, or at least I hope it will be. Uncle Drew met us at my house earlier and we flooed to Vik's home in Bulgaria. He lived by himself in an average size home I suppose, even if it did have a good many rooms. He never spent extravagant amounts of money even though he had it to burn if he wanted. I starting smiling as soon as I stepped out of the green flames I was wrapped up in a Viktor sized hug and left struggling to breath as I hugged him back and laughed.

"I ave missed you Kitty!"

"Missed you too Vikki......now...lemme....breathe!"

I watch as he chuckles a bit before he let's go of me to shake George's hand and glare at him, asking about how he's been treating me. I roll my eyes at him before punching him gently in the shoulder and walking upstairs to my room. It's the same one as always, a pale blue room with silver stars painted on the ceiling, matching with different constellations.

I remember when Vik and I painted those up there without using any magic what so ever. It was raining that day and we decided to paint what Vik called my room instead of fly in the rain. Our attempts at painting turned into a paint war a few minutes in and Uncle Drew had to come in and try to settle us down, only to end up covered in more paint than myself. It was a great day, one of my fondest memories with Vik, chasing after him with a silver colored paint brush with him cursing in Bulgarian as I did. I smile at the memory as I stare up at the stars on my ceiling.

I feel arms wrap themselves around me and I smile as I lean into George's chest. The conflicted feelings I have about wanting him and not deserving him persist in my mind, but I can't sleep soundly unless I'm in his arms. His arms, his scent, and his heartbeat are the only things that keep the nightmares away and I find myself leaning closer into them as I stand with him. I hear Uncle Drew cough a bit behind us and I turn and see him standing there with Vik and Fred, each with a little smirk on their face. All while Vik manages to portray an older brother persona by glaring at George's arms around my waist.

I hear Uncle Drew clear his throat again as I look at him and I feel George move his arms to my shoulders instead. I smile a bit as I realize that he's nervous about what Uncle Drew will do or say about this, about us sleeping in the same room. I know he won't care, he's the definition of a cool uncle, but George doesn't know that.

"I agreed to not tell your parents about sharing a room while we're here but let's try to keep the PDA to a minimum in front of me please. The last thing I need is your mother doing Legilimancy on me to see what happened this weekend."

"Yes Uncle Drew, we're sorry."

I watch as he nods a bit and walks down the hallway into his own, while Vik shows Fred his room across the hallway. Vik knows that even if he gives George a room he'll end up in my bed anyway, so he simply doesn't bother. I feel myself yawn a bit as George starts unpacking his stuff out of his bag and into the empty dresser drawer I showed him. I didn't bother to pack anything with as much stuff as I already have here. Only thing is as soon as the yawn left my mouth, George pulled me away from the dresser and straight onto the bed.

"George I'm fine. I'm not that tired I swear."

"Well I am Kitty, come on have a short lie down with me won't you?"

I don't try to argue anymore as I lay down on the bed next to him. I bury my face into his chest as I close my eyes. Listening to the playful musical heartbeat that has become my own personal lullaby, I start to go to sleep. I haven't been able to sleep as much as I need to, even though I'm tired at night the nightmares keep coming back even on moonless nights. Just a short lie down couldn't hurt that much could it.