Hogwarts Untold: Love, Life, and Loss on School Grounds.

Epilogue: Part 14

May, 2002. It was around 1a when I looked rolled over to at my watch. I was stirred from my light sleep by a soft snoring; Tabitha, my Pygmy puff Fred, and painting Fred were all softly snoring in sync. I rolled over to try and close my eyes for more sleep when I heard the landline ringing in the kitchen; I groaned and got up.

The phone rang for several more minutes before I got to it, "hello? Weasley residence."

"Oi.. Fudge. It's Georgieeeeee," he was slurring his words. I could tell he was in a bad way, as he was a staunch user of my new surname, so I knew he had to be drunk.

"Georgie? Are you... are you drunk?!"

"Oh.. wee bit love. Can I come over?"

"Of course!" I said quickly. I didn't even have time to ask what was wrong before the phone disconnected.

Moments later, the fireplace in the flat roared to life and George stepped out. He tripped over his feet and fell on to the couch.

"George! What happened?"

"Ange..." he hiccuped. "Angelina kicked me out. We had a fight, it was real bad this time Mary.." he put his head in his hands and sighed, trying to stop the dizziness.

They fought more than a "happy" couple should. I felt bad for George, as it seemed to only worsen after Fred was born.

"But you'll go back right?" As much as I wanted them to not be together, my heart ached for him.

"Don't think so love...she tol' me to not come back," he sighed. He looked at me with sad eyes as I sat down next to him on the couch. He put his hand between my thighs. My breathing became heavier and I could feel myself blushing, hard.

"I'm sorry George," I rubbed his back and sighed.

He turned to face me, and I felt myself get hot. "Thank you, Mary.." he grabbed my face and sighed. He moved closer, I bit my lip and backed away from him. I turned my head, and he planted a kiss on my cheek.

I sighed before I pulled his face back, and looked in his eyes. They widened as he seemed to suddenly sober up. "You're still married.." I said as he suddenly smirked and moved toward me.

"She kicked me out. Tol' me to never come back.. it was a bad fight." He was breathing against my lips as he spoke.

My heart was racing as I felt myself smash into the couch armrest. "Still... she didn't ask for separation! Did she...?"

He paused, and looked directly into my eyes. They were different than Fred's, much more brown than hazel. His nose was slightly wider, and his lips were slightly less full. "She might... she threw her wedding ring at me. I don' have mine on either, see" he smirked as he showed me his empty hand.

"Oh.." I blushed bright red. "You're drunk though. You don' mean this..." my voice dropped as he leaned into me with a hard kiss. His lips were different than Fred's. I panicked as guilt filled me. I tried to calm myself down as I felt my hands going up under his shirt to feel his chest.

'You deserve happiness..' Fred's voice popped into my head and I felt calm. George pulled my shirt off and I undid his trousers. He ripped my slacks off in return.

We slammed into each other with a lust-filled rage that released 3 years of sexual tension. I was digging my nails into his back, as he teased my opening with his end-piece.

"Mary.." he breathed heavily. He seemed much more sober now. "I love y.."

I put my finger up to his mouth, "I know. I do too." I breathed into his ear, and he slid his piece deep into my quim. He got a wide smirk on his face, as he moved faster and harder into me on the couch. "That's great... news!" He breathed in between thrusts.

"Shut up," I chuckled as I grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

Several hours later, I rolled over to my bedside table and looked at my watch, 7a. George was next to me, his chest rising and falling, gently. I was on the side closest to my dresser, the same place the portrait of Fred lived. I dreaded looking at him that morning. I quietly rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. I saw the painting on the other side of my dresser, and I felt myself get hot again.

"Pssst! Mary!" It was the painting. I panicked and every part of me tightened. "Come here!"

I swallowed and got up and stood in front of Fred's portrait, but didn't look at him.

"Y'two finally shag?" He was rather excited actually.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed with a whisper, as I held back tears.

"Mary.." he chuckled lightly. "We've been over this! Ya bloody love each other, it was just a'matter of time. Seeing as how bad he an' Angelina fight. Mad!" He was laughing now.

"Promise you don' think differently of me?" I was not laughing.

"Look at me. I'm dead, love. You have to let me go.. it's OKAY. Letting go of me doesn' mean forgetting. I know that! You loved me so hard, an bloody, did I ever love you. But love.. I'm a bloody portrait now! I'll always be wit' ya. Literally! I'm in your room!" He blew me a gentle kiss as he laughed.

I lightly touched the painting and smiled softly. I was distracted by a whimper behind me, it was George. "He's a having a nightmare.." I said to Fred, "about you."

"Go to him, see ya 'round love!" I walked back to my bed and sat down where I was laying.

"Georgie... it's okay." I rubbed his back and softly kissed his cheek. He rolled over in a panic and grabbed my waist, pulling himself closer to me. He finally calmed down and woke himself from the dream.

"Last night.. did we?" He didn't look up, but I could feel him smiling.

"We did Georgie.." I paused for a reaction. 

"Wicked." He said when he sat up. His smile nearly stretched ear to ear. "D'ya.. know it was me?" He blushed bright red.

"Course! We did tell each other some major stuff too..." I blushed just as much before he laughed.

He leaned up and kissed me. "Oh good, you said it too. Guess I'll be here for a while.. The fight was bloody awful. This could be the big one. She won' want me back. Which could have good points.." I could tell he was sad. But not terribly..

"Well.. I won't get too excited just yet..." I said to myself.