Mrs Weasley (George Weasley)

Chapter 21: Christmas p2

All of us kids went upstairs to get dressed. I went into the girls room and we all put on our sweaters because that's what we wear on Christmas. I paired mine with a long black flowy skirt and a pair of black boots. I put my hair in a bun and put in some festive Santa earrings. I made sure I had on my necklace and my ring. When I walked downstairs I saw George was wearing his too. Suddenly I heard loud laughter from the kitchen.  I peered in to see Molly and my Grandma laughing and making breakfast together.
I smiled and left them to their fun. I sat down next to George at the table and kissed his cheek.
"Do you really like it?" I said and grabbed his hand. He pulled away hugging his hand to his chest.
"Hey, this is my ring. Don't touch it." He says. I roll my eyes at him and kiss him softly. Ron started making vomiting sounds.
"Ow!" He shouted with a scowl as I kicked him under the table. Everyone laughed and Hermione flicked the back of his head adding to the situation.
"Ok we made pancakes and bacon and eggs and lots of things." The two Motherly figures walked out of the kitchen my grandma with her hands full of trays and Molly using her wand to carry everything else."
"Is there coffee?" I asked yawning.
"Emily May, how many cups is that this morning?"
"This is my... third."
"Are you being honest?"
"Nana I can't lie to you, your eyes are like daggers."
"Ok but you know the max is 5."
"Yes I know it's been the max since I was 14 and everyone here can vouch for me that I have stuck to that even at school."
"Hold on, you've been drinking coffee since 14?" George asked looking at me concerned.
"No I've been drinking decaf since I was 3, we didn't have tea parties we had coffee parties."
"You are insane woman," He adds.
"It's all my part of irresistible charm," I smirk.
"I mean you're not wrong about being irresistible," he says kissing me. I think he forgot about the other people in the room because his face flushed bright red. I put my hand on his knee under the table innocently and began to drink more coffee.

After a few minutes I pulled my hand off and he put his hand on my knee. I thought it innocent until he squeezed my thigh a little bit and slid his hand further. I saw him trying to hide a smirk and I continued to chat as if nothing was happening. He wasn't winning this game.
"Harry did you read in the prophet about Ireland?"
"I don't read the prophet the articles about me upset me too much." He said unusually casual.
"Just subscribe to the quidditch section. I get my New York Times paper, My Daily Mirror and the quidditch section of the Prophet."
"What's a New York Times?"
"It's a muggle news paper, the most famous muggle paper in America. I keep my reading global."
He nodded and went back to his food. George slid his hand further up my thigh now tracing circles on it.
"Emily, do you happen to have any muggle news papers I can bring into work? We could always use more." Mr Weasley asked excited.
"Actually I do I keep all of my papers and I cut out the articles I want to keep. You can have all of them."
He nodded excitedly giving me a pleased smile. George slid his hand even further now dangerously close.
"Mr Weasley, I think I have some of those news papers in my trunk I can go look for them if you'd like?" He nodded thanking me and I left the table. I sat in the girls room taking a deep breath before a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
"Why'd you leave? I was having fun." George giggled.
"You are evil." I said turning around facing him.
He puts his hands on my hips pulling me close to him. He kissed me lightly and I frowned when he pulled away.
"We have to get back downstairs. You'll have to wait until later."
"Mr Weasley you are absolutely evil."
"Really you think so? I have to disagree Mrs Weasley."