American Teen-the Sequel

Back At It

George stayed at St. Mungo's for three weeks. I would visit him every day. Seeing him back to his old self...It was magical. It still wasn't exactly the same, but it was a vast improvement from the George I knew for the past few months. He was smiling. I could see that it hurt him, but he was doing it nonetheless. 

So I decided to forgive him. I didn't put the ring back on my finger, but I couldn't erase our past. The good or the bad. It all stayed. But we moved in together again. He decided to change Fred's room into a nursery for Teddy, which shocked me. We spent the whole day doing it the muggle way since I thought it would be more therapeutic. He agreed. I was painting the walls when I felt something wet hit my back.

"George Weasley...what did you just do?"

"I was making you into a painting. You're already a work of art after all." He winked at me.

I decided to play his little game. I walked closer to him. "you really think that?"

"Of course I do love"

I pulled our bodies close like I was going to kiss him. At the last second I brought up my paint brush and gave him a nice paint streak across his cheek. 

"How dare you! You'll pay for that Mags!" He started chasing me around the flat flinging paint in my direction. By the end of it we were both covered in paint. So was every inch of the flat except for Teddy's room. 

"Thank god we have magic, right?" George said.

"Mhmm. But you'll still be cleaning it all up by yourself."

"I don't think so."

"You started it."

"You reciprocated!"

"That means nothing!" He started chasing me again and when he finally caught me we were both too tired to clean. He spun me around so that I was facing him. "I love you, Mags" He whispered to me. Then he leaned in for a kiss. This was the first intimate moment we've had in months. 

"I love you too, George." I whispered back. 

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We decided to reopen the shop. We hired an assistant to help George since I wouldn't be able to help with my job. It was hard for him at first, but seeing the jovial faces of all the customers made him happy. He realized that's what Fred would have wanted-to continue their legacy. 

One night, I came back from St. Mungo's to find Teddy and George gone. I started to panic. "George! George where are you! Where's Teddy?" I started searching the entire house when I heard someone enter via floo powder. I grabbed my wand and pointed it towards the fireplace, ready to hex the invader into the next century.

"Woah wands down. Teddy is safe at Andromeda's. I thought we could use a little us time. Come on, I have something set up." So he grabbed my arm and apparated away. 

We arrived at the lake we used to go to on dates in Hogsmeade. Sitting on the shore was a picnic. "Wow, George. Like always, this is amazing." There was an array of foods and candles lighting up the picnic on each corner of the blanket. Yes, it was that blanket. "What big event is happening tonight?" 

"No big event. I just needed to make it up to you for all those moments we lost. So I set up a picnic on a lake in a forest. Your absolute favorite romantic thing of all time." George said. He was right. 

It was the best night I had in a long time. We looked up at the stars, not remembering the names of a single one despite both of us taking astronomy for 5 years. We talked about all the good times we had. Then he asked about our future. 

"Mags, if I asked you to marry me again, do you think you would say yes?"

"George, if this is your way of asking me to marry you-"

"It's not. I'm just curious."

"Sure, George. I probably would."

"Good. Because I can't imagine anyone else being my wife. What about children?" He asked.

"Well, we already have one. And honestly, I don't know how your mom did it, because one kid is a handful. I'm serious! it's exhausting. Besides, I can't even have kids anymore." I wasn't sure if I want more. I love Teddy, but I meant when I said he was exhausting. 

"What if we adopted one? We'll wait until Teddy is older, of course. But I think I'd like another kid. Maybe it's growing up in such a big household that made me like this, but I always imagined a big family."

"It would be better since I wouldn't have to carry any of those children myself. I heard pregnancy sucks." I shuddered at the thought. I was upset, but not going through child birth isn't the worst thing to ever happen to a woman. "But I don't think I could handle more than three. Again, your mom is a literal goddess for having seven. Bonus because you and Fred were without a doubt the worst." 

He laughed. "We were rascals. But I could deal with three. Imagine."

"Now the question is-would you want little kids? Or would you be willing to adopt older ones?" I, personally, was leaning towards older. Little kids are cute, but they are so much work. Plus, the older ones never really get adopted. 

"Whatever you want. Though, if we get older ones, we might raise the number of kids. The shop makes enough money to handle that." 

"You're killing me, George." I leaned over and kissed him. 

"Fuck it." he said. 

"Um, George? What do you mean by 'Fuck it?'" I asked him. That's not exactly something you want to hear when you are making out. 

"Marry me, Margaret. I wasn't planning on doing it, but I can't resist. I know you'll probably say no and that it's too soon and you haven't quite forgiven me yet. I don't even have the ring. As I said I wasn't planning on proposing again tonight. But talking about our future just made me want to take that next step. And you look...incredible under the stars in the candlelight. It's you Mags. It always has been. We can have the wedding in five years if you want, but just promise me that you will marry me. I need to lock you down. I know the horrors of Voldemort are behind us, but I still can't resist holding on to you. So, please. Marry me?" He held up a piece of cake as if that was the ring. I rolled my eyes. He's my weakness through and through. 

"Fine, George Weasley. I will marry you. But only because you look so cute when you beg." With that I kissed him and smashed the cake into his face. 

"Well that's just a waste of good cake." He said. 

"Watch me." I took my finger and swiped along the frosting on his cheek and put is sensually in my mouth. 

"Oh, I think it's customary by now that we have to do this on this blanket." George said, looking at me with lust in his eyes.

I shrugged. "It is practically law."

And with that, our relationship was whole again.