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George took Annabeth’s hand. “Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted after tonight.”
When they got inside George’s room, he headed towards the bed, but Annabeth pulled out her wand and placed the Imperturbable Charm on the door. Everything her godmother had said had convinced her it was alright for her and George to be together that night, and Annabeth really didn’t want to miss out on a night with him since they only had a week together before she had to return to her assignment.
***Warning: Sex Scene Ahead***
Then, Annabeth sat her wand on the chest of drawers nearby and turned to George. “You’re not really tired are you? I mean, we haven’t even given each other our Christmas presents yet.”
George yawned. “Oh, yours is down in the shop. But why don’t we just do that tomorrow night?”
Annabeth sighed. “George I’m not talking about traditional gifts that come in boxes.”
He looked at her confused. “Then, what are you talking about?”
She smirked. “I’m talking about the ones no one else can see us give each other.” George still looked at her confused. “The one that’s waiting underneath my dress.”
His eyes went wide. “You mean you want too…? With most of my family, which includes my parents, sleeping twenty feet from us?”
Annabeth nodded and walked closer to him. George kept backing up until he had to fall back onto the bed, and Annabeth straddled him. “I’m only home for four more days, and it’s Christmas night, I don’t want to have to put off the first Christmas when we can actually celebrate like a real couple in terms of sex just because of some stupid Death Eater attack. I used the spell, and they won’t hear anything. So, be with me. Every night until I have to leave again. Please, George. Make love to me.”
George sat up, wrapped his arms around Annabeth, and kissed her searingly. “I guess I should open my Christmas present then.”
Annabeth nodded happily. “Yes, I hope you like your present. I wore it all night just for you.”
“Stand up.” Ever submissive in bed, Annabeth did. George slowly unzipped Annabeth’s jumper before tossing it on the floor. “Turn around.” He ordered, and she slowly moved in a circle so he could watch as she did so. Then, as though she was wearing wrapping paper that George wanted to save, he carefully and slowly unzipped Annabeth’s dress before pulling it over her head and tossing it on top of her jumper. “Turn back around.” Again, Annabeth circled slowly so he could watch. When she was turned back and staring up into George’s eyes, he lifted the hem of her full slip and pulled it over her head to toss it with her dress and jumper, but froze with it in his hands as he saw what she wore underneath. Annabeth had chosen a pale pink corset bustier that matched the flowers on the dress she’d worn to dinner. The corset bustier was accented with white fringe around the top and bottom. Annabeth also wore a pair of matching panties that included the fringe. The garter part of the corset bustier was white to match the fringe and they held up the white stocking that Annabeth had chosen to pair well with the white and pale pink flower print dress she’d worn to dinner. Her jumper had been pale pink as well. George was nearly speechless. “You…wore this underneath your clothes all during supper with our family and friends?” Suddenly, George felt jealous and possessive. “To think, you were dressed for me and none of them knew. None of them will ever know.” He smirked and looked into Annabeth’s eyes before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I love that.”
Annabeth blushed. “Do you?”
George nodded. “I do. You’re mine, Annabeth. Only mine, no one else’s. You can dress like that as much as you want, but no one would ever know because at the end of the day, you’ll always be mine.”
A shiver of excitement and satisfaction ran down Annabeth’s spine at his words. “Yes, George, only yours. Make me yours.”
“Gladly. But first, I think I’m wearing too many clothes for this.”
Annabeth giggled. “That’s true.”
George pulled Annabeth back in, this time for a deep, passionate kiss, as she reached for the buttons on his vest to start divesting him of his clothes. When all that remained of his suit was piled on top of her dress, jumper, and full body slip, George led Annabeth to the bed by the hand and helped her lay down. She got in place on the bed as George climbed over her.
He didn’t want to take her out of her beautiful corset bustier, so instead he pulled her breasts from the confines of it. George took one nipple in his mouth while playing with the other. Annabeth moaned aloud. He popped his mouth off her nipple. “I’ll never not love hearing that sound.”
Annabeth ran her hands through his hair. “I’ll never not love having you make me make that sound.” George switched nipples, taking the other one in his mouth to suck as he reached into her panties to rub her nub. “Mmm. Yes, George. That all feels so good.”
“Do you want to cum before me or with me tonight?”
Annabeth made a show of thinking it over to tease a few moments out of him. “With you. Always with you.”
George smiled and kissed her gently. “I love that.” He reached back in her panties to see if she was ready. Annabeth was more than ready, as she usually was for George. He pulled her panties off, but left her stocking on as he loved seeing her in them, and positioned himself in front of her entrance. George kissed Annabeth deep before he plunged in her. After let her lips go, he started repeating himself over and over again. “You’re mine, Annabeth Smith. No one else’s. You’ll never be anyone else’s.”
Annabeth’s heart was full both of happiness because of the moment and of love for George. “No, George, I’ll always be yours.” After a while, her orgasm rocked her body, hard. “George!”
It took a few minutes, but George called out after her. “Annabeth!” She felt the warmth of his seed fill her and knew they were both content. Annabeth’s favourite moments in sex were never when she climaxed, it was when she and George came together and when he climaxed. That was because she loved the feeling of when they joined as one, and she loved knowing she brought him joy. A type of joy that only she had ever brought him before or would most likely ever bring him. After a moment, George pulled out of Annabeth, and slumped down beside her on the bed. “Now that, was a wonderful Christmas present. In fact, I think it’s my favourite that I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
Annabeth giggled and rolled over to cuddle into him. “That’s good. I was hoping you’d like it.”
***End of Sex Scene***
George sighed. “But you leave in four days. We won’t have nights like this for seven months.”
Annabeth reached out and cupped his face to caress it. “I know it’s hard with me gone. But you know why I have to do this. Harry’s my only blood Magical family left. I have to protect him. I have to do this. My mum would have done the same for James. Hell, I’m sure she tried to. Maybe that’s even why she helped start the Order in the first place.”
“Maybe. It wouldn’t surprise me with how protective you are of Harry. Sirius used to say Elaine was just as protective of James or even more so.”
Annabeth sighed. She knew why her mother was the same but couldn’t tell George why. “Yeah, he told me the same thing.” Both were thinking of Sirius. Neither had really gotten close to him, but for Annabeth, he had been a chance at more family as Sirius had wanted her, himself, and Harry to be a real family. The three of them. “I miss him.”
George was confused. “Miss who?”
“Sirius.”
“Oh. Why? You weren’t that close were you?”
Annabeth shrugged. “Not really, but last Christmas, before we all headed back to Hogwarts, he told me and Harry that he wanted us, the three of us, me, Sirius, and Harry, to be a proper family. Together. I wish that could have happened, at least for Harry’s sake.” She looked up at George. “I got to live with so many people around me who loved me. I may not have had my mum and dad or my sisters, but I’ve gotten two people who are like my mums, two people who are like my dads, and more people like siblings than I can count. Harry should have at least gotten more time to get to know Sirius. It’s just—” Annabeth sighed again. “Unfair.”
George stroked Annabeth’s back in comfort. “I know it is. But remember, he always has you. And he has our family. No matter what happens, he’ll always be a part of the Weasley family. Mum and dad have said as much. Partly because he’s your cousin and partly because he’s Ron’s friend, but mostly because he’s a good person who needs good people in his life. And we’d never turn away someone like that.”
Annabeth stretched up to kiss George’s cheek. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re very welcome.” He pulled Annabeth closer to him. “Besides, we can’t turn away the Joke Shop’s biggest investor now can we?”
Annabeth sat up in shock. “Wait a minute, you refused to take money from me, your girlfriend, your soulmate, the love of your life, but you took money from my cousin?”
George sat up on his elbows. “Yeah, so what?”
“So, what? That’s totally unfair! I should have been able to be an investor. Besides, it’s all from the same fortune anyway. Our grandfathers split the sale of their business down the middle. It’s all Potter money. You should have taken it from me.”
“If it’s all Potter money, then why does it matter?” Annabeth smacked George with her pillow and he chuckled. “Look, look, okay. Fred and I we wanted to do this on our own, without you. You’re special to us, but this Joke Shop was supposed to be something for just the two of us. When you chose wandmaking instead, we decided to keep you out of it financially. You can help us in the shop, but you’re not legally obligated to the business. We wanted you free to pursue your dream.”
She was gobsmacked, and silent at first. “But—but I can’t even be a Wandmaker anymore. I chose leaving school and joining the Order over completing my N.E.W.T.S. I can’t take that back.”
George scoffed. “Oh please, you know that’s bullshit. First of all, there’s two ways you could fix that, and both are easily done. First, you could go back and complete your last year, which we both know for a fact that Dumbledore would let you do, no questions asked. Or you could just take the test, you’d pass it with flying colours since we left like a week before exams and all you’d need to study for them is the textbook of the last year. The proper textbook, mind you, not the rubbish one Plaid Pink gave us. Plus, you have what Harry taught us. You could do it. And I know you’re going to, eventually. Just this bloody war that’s brewing has to end first. Once Voldemort’s dealt with, I know you’ll pass your N.E.W.T.S., and become a Wandmaker. You’ll probably still take over Mr. Ollivander’s shop, if he’s ever found again and can teach you. Or you’ll find another Wandmaker that you’ll bug into teaching you and then open Mr. Ollivander’s shop again.” George pulled Annabeth close. “I know you, Annabeth. You’ve set your dream aside for Harry and the greater good, and you think you’ve thrown it away. But really, life’s just made you take a step back from it for now. You’ll achieve your dream, and I’ll be there right beside you when you do.”