"Please tell me you at least cleaned up the huge mess you've made." I narrow my eyes dangerously at the twins, brooking no argument that the mess had to be cleaned up before I strangle them.
"Of course we didn't." Fred smirks at my frazzled appearance.
"Fred and George Weasley! You know how important this dinner is to me..why would you do this now?" I hiss, my hands clenched to my sides.
"Come on Maggie, it's not that bad." George says nervously.
"I will be talking to you later." I snarl at him. "I don't have time for this."
I storm off and slam George and I's bedroom door shut and slide my robe off of my frame so I can get ready. I slide my black lace boy shorts on and my matching push-up bra. Taking my red cocktail dress off of its hanger I slide it into place on my frame, snapping the thin bronze colored belt around my waist. The dress was high cut and sleeveless. It hugs my breasts just right and flares down below the belt in a high low style. The back of the dress reaches to just below my knees and the front of my dress reaches to just above my knees. It was simple yet classy.
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I pull on simple black peep-toe heels and saunter out the door. I find George waiting for me, sitting on the loveseat dressed neatly for our dinner. "Ready?" I ask indifferently.
"Yeah." George scratches the back of his neck nervously as he stands. "Maggie wait."
I turn my head slightly and watch him approach me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. "You look nice."
"Thanks." I whisper against his chest as I relax against him.
"Tonight will be fine." George reassures me. "I sent Fred to clean it up while I talk to you."
I nod my head absently. I tilt my lips towards his and press them to his softly. "I just want tonight to be perfect...I really want this to go well...our families meeting for the first time."
George curls his hands around my waist. "It'll be alright. Trust me."
"My family is just so strict George. They're sticklers for rules and foundations..." I trail off, nibbling on my bottom lip. "They're quite disappointed that I'm not marrying a muggle."
"Who would want to marry a boring muggle?" George scoffs.
I swat his shoulder warningly. "Lots of people want to marry muggles. Some marry because they're in love no matter the status."
"I know. That's why you're marrying me love." George grins crookedly at me. "We should probably go."
"Of course." I smile. "Shall we?"
George grins and takes my arm. Within an instant we were landing at Kings Cross to pick up my parents before apparating to the Burrow for dinner. I grip George's hand tighter and fall into step with him to find my parents- which wasn't too hard considering the station is pretty scarce of people this time of day. I find them sitting near platform eight with stiff postures as they look around the station people watching to pass time. I walk faster towards my parents with a sense of relief..I almost thought they'd show me up.
