Weasley Boys ✓

Easter Break (Part Two) // Edited

A/N: There is some mention of intimacy in relationships in here (it hasn't happened with them yet, don't worry) but it's not major. I just wanted to warn in advance in case you aren't comfortable with it. This story is rated PG-13, so there will be implied sex in the future without the vivid descriptions. Just so you all know in advance~

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After we'd calmed down, we began to help Molly with preparing for dinner. The twins eventually came down the stairs, a look of pure adoration for both of us on their faces when seeing that we were all getting along wonderfully.

George came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Had a good conversation?" he asked. I smiled up at him and nuzzled his neck.

"It was great," I replied, earning a soft kiss on the top of my head from the boy. Molly looked at us both with a content smile on her face and busied herself with the potatoes, waving her wand and skinning them as they flew towards the bubbling pot of water on the stove.

"Arthur should be back any minute now," she said, glancing at the strange clock. One of the hands had moved to 'travelling' and as soon as Molly had announced that someone would be home soon, it began to clunk towards 'home'.

"Molly-kins! I'm back!" A tall, thin man with a mop of red hair came stumbling through the door. He resembled the twins immensely, looking like an older version of what was to come for them. I watched with anticipation as the stout woman dropped her wand and launched herself with glee at the man and gave him a sloppy, wet kiss before dragging him over to where we all were.

"Hey, Dad," the twins greeted, waving their hands at him. Arthur's face broke into a wide smile as he pulled his sons into a big hug, patting them on the back.

"Oh? And what do we have here?" he asked, pulling away and flickering his glance from Angelina to me. "Angelina? Lana?" he said, nodding to us respectively. We nodded and he broke out into a familiar grin, his face almost the same as the twins' when they were up to no good, and grabbed our hands, shaking them furiously. "It's nice to meet you! Welcome!"

I stood, dumbfounded with Angelina, as he beamed at us. Arthur Weasley was, undoubtedly, a very enthusiastic person. Though his clothing was slightly tattered, as well as a common crook in his hat (which seemed to happen for everyone in the family), the man didn't let any of it get him down.

"Dinner will be ready soon; why don't you and the boys catch up while we finished off?" Molly said to her husband.

"That sounds like a great plan; c'mon boys!" Arthur ushered the twins into the living room, who sent us a fleeting look before being pulled into their dad's world, which seemed to consist of an immense amount of information about Muggle items.

I busied myself with helping Molly; watching her cook was a completely new experience to me. Whilst my mum had to use her hands to do the cooking, Molly used her wand for everything, controlling numerous things at once. With a flick of her wand, gravy came out the end of it, lavishing the roast dinner in the luxuriously smelling sauce.

"Dinner!" she announced. The Weasley men clambered to their feet, the twins grabbing cutlery and plates from the cupboards as Arthur began to manually carve at the roast chicken. The mouth-watering smell of the food made my stomach churn with desperation to be fed.

"So, I hear from George that you have a Muggle parent?" Arthur asked, piling my plate high with meat. I nodded.

"My mother, she's a Muggle," I replied, helping myself to the vegetables, which George took off me after I'd finished.

"So, what's it like living with a Muggle? Does your Father use magic around the house, or is it strictly no-magic?" he inquired.

"It's a mixture; we use magic when it's convenient to do so, but if it's possible to do without magic then we don't use it."