House of Cards

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I woke up with a grin, even though it was an ungodly hour of the morning, and rolled out of bed, pulling on a pair of George's discarded boxers from the previous night and a t-shirt. I walked out of our room and into the kitchen, raking my hands through my hair and pulling the tangles into a ponytail. George was standing in the kitchen in a pair of sweats with a button up thrown loosely over his shoulders and a apron that read "kiss the cook" tied around his neck. He was standing at the stove, humming, and even though he had his back to me I could tell he had his tounge stuck between his lips as he always did when he was concentrating. "I didn't know you cooked." I said, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, living with Molly Weasley, you learn." he replied, turning the stove off and twisting around to give me a hug.

"Get a room." I jumped and peered over George's shoulder to see a smirking Fred who was leaning against the counter with his hair sticking up in different directions.

"We will when you get a comb." I replied, shooting back that same smirk.

"You gonna show her today?" Fred asked, taking a roll of a pan and gesturing towards me.

"I don't know yet, Freddie, it was supposed to be a surprise." replied a slightly agitated looking George, giving a look to Fred that I pretended not to notice.

"Don't worry Georgie, he'll understand when he has his own girlfriend to surprise." I said, taking three plates out of the cabinet. "Fred, honestly, eat over a plate, you're getting crumbs everywhere." I scolded, sliding a plate across the counter to the red headed boy. We ate in silence, well, partial silence, as the twins we're bickering back and forth about some quidditch match that they were apparently very opinionated about.

Soon we were all finished and Fred went downstairs to run the shop while George shooed me into our room to change. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a red and gold sweater, then walked to the door skeptically.

"George, honey, where are we going?" I asked as I wrapped a scarf around my neck.

"It's a surprise." was all he said in response, which worried me a bit, as this was George Weasley, him and his brothers were the closest things to the mauraders as you could get. I was even more worried when he told me to close my eyes and take his hand, and not open them until he told me to. I grabbed his hand and felt the horrible sucking of dissaparating. I felt my feet hit hard ground and grass tickling my waist, I kept my eyes shut and my hand firmly around George's as he led me farther into the grass.

"George?" I asked as he continued to lead me, here there was no tall grass and I was growing more confused by the second.

"Just a bit" He led me up a couple steps and stopped, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. "Open up." I opened my eyes and looked up at George with confusion written all over my face, then it hit me. My eyes teared up a bit and I covered my mouth, looking back up at him.

"Is-is this ours?" I asked, looking at him with surprise.

"All of it, it's all ours." I jumped up in his arms and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling my face in his neck.

He finally set me down, saying, "I think it's only tradition for the groom to carry his bride into his first home." I smiled, letting him pick me up bridal style and carry me through the dark wood of the door, gasping as he set me down, in what was the living room. There was a dark wood fireplace in the corner, which stood out against the cream colored walls (and one turquoise wall) with pictures lining them. Pictures of us, at the yule ball, of us snuggled up on the couch of the common room, him with me in his arms on a particularly snowy day, he had me in his arms, acting like he was going to throw me into a snow pile, some one had snapped a picture of us flying off in our broomsticks, laughing like maniacs, and one of us working in the joke shop together. Then some of us individually, me reading on a rock by the great lake, him playing quidditch with his siblings, me talking to Luna, Neville, and Ginny, my head thrown back in a laugh, and one of my personal favorites, him dancing in the kitchen, cooking something, with the same apron on as this morning, his face spread wide in a toothy smile.

"George" I gasped, and a tear slipped down my cheek. He turned on a record player and song started playing, I smiled at him as he took my hand, spinning me in circles and holding me close. When the song ended, he took me upstairs, and showed me around. There were three bedrooms, two empty, and one with a full size bed in it, it was decorated to seem cozy and I automatically loved it.

"I love you so much George Weasley, I love you more than anything, and it makes me more than happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with you." I walked up and rested my head against his chest.

"I love you too, Elizabeth, probably more than I love myself, I would sell my soul if it meant that you were safe and happy for the rest of your life." I smiled up at him, and sat on the bed, immediately sinking into it.

"Oh, this is so soft."

"I know right." he replied, jumping on the bed with a cheeky grin.

"What time is it? Shouldn't we be getting back to the joke shoppe?" I asked, leaning on one elbow to look at him.

"We still got a couple of hours, why don't we uhh, get to work filling up those two empty bedrooms?" he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"George Fabian Weasley!!!" I yelled at him, hitting him with a pillow before attacking him with kisses.

"So I'm guessing that's a yes." he teased, giving me a peck on the cheek and sitting up.

"You're impossible."

"But loveable"

"But loveable."

I really don't have an authors note, but just a random little cute fluff chapter, cause I'm not ready for their wedding quite yet.

Artist for the picture is unknown,

Anyway, I just listened to the song "Darling" by NEEDTOBREATH and for some reason it made me really emotional so now I'm crying and that's great.

Hope you enjoyed,

Much love,

Em💞💕

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