Harry Potter Imagines

George- Alumni Ball

"Baby, I know you don't want to go but we promised Harry we would," I said as I began putting on makeup.

"No, you promised Harry we would go. I said nothing of the kind," George argued as he plopped face down onto our bed.

"Fair point. But you did tell me once you would make it up to me for not taking me to the Yule ball during 5th year. I'd like to cash in that favor now," I retorted.

"I thought you cashed that in when I married you?"

"I'd watch calling our marriage a favor babe. That is, unless you suddenly don't want a sex life?"

"There's an idea! We could stay home and have sex! We could do whatever you want, I'll even let you tie me up!" He bargained, getting up from the bed and coming up behind me to whisper in my ear "Come on baby, doesn't that sound like fun?"

He moved my hair to one side and began peppering soft kisses on the other side of my neck. I leaned my head back into him, giving in to the brief bit of pleasure before responding.

"That sounds like a wonderful plan, for AFTER the event."

"I won't be in the mood then." He argued.

I turned towards him, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and kissed him hard. He melted into the kiss, thinking he's won the argument. I pulled back and looked into his eyes, "Oh, I think I can get you in the mood then."

I continued with my makeup while he stood behind me, shocked that his usual charm isn't working on me. He laid back on the bed and tried to think of other ways to get out of going with me to Hogwarts for the alumni ball.

Once I finished my makeup I crawled over to him and straddled his hips. His hands played with the waistband of my sleep shorts while mine played with the bottom of his shirt.

"Listen, if you don't want to go that's fine," I said softly. He sat up and looked at me quizzingly.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, but you have to explain to your mother why you let your beautiful wife go to the ball alone," I pouted as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He sighed and hugged me close to him, nuzzling his head to my neck. "Fine. I'll go get ready in a minute."

I tried to get up so I could finish getting ready but his grip on me got tighter.

"Please, just let me hold you for a second," he asked, his voice suddenly very somber. I melted into the hug and ran my fingers through his hair.

"George, what's wrong? I thought you'd be excited to see everyone again," I asked after sitting in silence for a few minutes.

"That's what I'm nervous about," he sighed. "I'm nervous that I won't actually see everyone."

I leaned back to look at him, trying to make sense of what he just said. After seeing his somber eyes and worried face, it clicked.

He's worried about Fred.

"Ahh, I see why you don't want to go now. I'm sure he will be there babe," I said, trying to comfort him.

"How do you know?"

"I don't, you'll just have to trust me with this one," I said, kissing his cheek quickly before getting up to finish getting ready.