The Littlest Malfoy

|Chapter 14|

Carina's P.O.V
George and I had agreed to meet on the train before we arrived at kings cross station. I had excused myself from my compartment and was winding through the empty corridors of the train to get to our back compartment.

I slid open the door to see George leaning against the wall and staring out the window.

He looked up when I walked in and grinned "This remind you of anything?" He asked.

"You mean the first time we kissed? Sure if we forget about the part where we insulted each other and I ran out afterwards," I said with a shrug, trying to sound sarcastically casual.

"The details don't matter," He joked walking over to me and giving me a brief kiss on the lips, "I missed you,"

"You saw me last night," I countered.

"Which is why I have no idea how I'm going to survive without you over the holidays," He moaned dramatically.

"Technically the holidays are over, it just a break,"

"Why are you raining on my parade?" He grumbled exaggeratedly.

"Sorry," I shrugged though I was not truly sorry.

"I love you," He said suddenly and I felt my heart flutter.

"I love you too," I looked into those brown eyes that I got lost in every time. He brought his lips down to mine and I kissed him back sweetly.

We pulled apart and he met my icy grey eyes with his brown ones "Hermione and Ron know,"

I felt my heart skip a beat and the smile fall off my face "What?"

"When we were talking last night Hermione followed us. Ron heard Hermione talking to me about it,"

"How did they take it?" I asked worriedly.

"They want to meet you, so do Fred and Harry,"

I blinked "But they've already met me,"

"They haven't met the real you though, the you that I love,"

"So it's going to be like an interrogation?" I didn't like the idea of being on display for George's friends and family to judge.

"It's just going to be them getting to know you,"

"What if they don't like me?" I hated how timid I sounded.

"Since when have you cared what a bunch of Gryffindors think of you?" He joked.

"I care about what your friend think of me,"

"They will love you; almost as much as I do,"

"I still don't know how I got lucky enough to have you," I said resting my head against his chest.

After a few moments of peaceful silence George finally spoke, "You looking forward to break?"

"I'm not looking forward to missing you for a week," I hoped my joke (although it was true) would stop him from pressing further. I really didn't want to talk about what I would have to face at the manner.

"But won't it be nice to have family time?" George seemed to realize the stupidity of his question immediately after he asked it and I was reminded about how he so easily could forget I was a Malfoy.

"I think our families spend our 'family time' two very different ways," I said a bit bitterly.

"It can't be that bad,"

"You're right, sitting around the dining table and listening to my father rant about the ministry and Draco and I's failures is such a joy,"

George frowned and I appreciated it when he pulled me in a little tighter.

"But enough about my depressing plans, I'm sure the Weasley's have some fun family traditions," I didn't add that they were probably so fun that my family frowned upon them as they did anything that wasn't strictly expensive and pureblood orientated.

George seemed to brighten at the mention of his family. I wonder how that felt. "We always do a little quiditch match on Christmas, of course it's not really much of a competition seeing as my team always wins-" I scoffed at George's apparent cockiness "-and don't even get me started on mums homemade fudge, it's to die for,"

"Will you be getting another one of your mums infamous Weasley sweaters?" I teased recalling the numerous times I had seen George in different sweaters with a G plastered on the front.

"I've asked for green this year,"

I wondered what it was like to live in a house like that, so surrounded by...love. I quickly chased the thought out of my mind knowing that its something I'll never have. I may have George now but we both knew that this would have to come to an end someday-at least I hoped he realized that. I may have loved George but a Weasley wouldn't look good on a family tree, and those were all my family cared about.

I sighed not wanting to think about the inevitable "I should probably get back,"

"You going to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss?" He joked. I stood on my tip toes to plant a quick kiss to his lips but George grabbed my waist and deepened the kiss. I needed to go but I couldn't resist George's powers of seduction. Damn him! We kissed for what felt like hours before pulling apart.

"Bye Georgie," I teased leaving him stranded in the compartment with his tie loose, lips kiss swollen, and his hair rumpled from where my hands had run through them.

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