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[gandfweasley]

Now What?

Angelina You sit on the common room’s couch, looking out into the crackling fire in front of you. Wrapped up inside one of George’s old Christmas sweaters that his mother makes for every one of her children, including her adopted ones like yourself, Harry, and Hermonie. 

. “It looks better on you than it ever did on me.” A voice softly breaks the brief silence. 

You look and see George smiling with a couple of butter beers in hand.

“Hey.. I was meaning to give it back-.”

“Says every woman ever but I still lack so many sweaters.”

You blush, “George I’m sorry-”

“Hey, baby, hush. I wouldn’t have gave it to you if I thought you wouldn’t wear it. Mom loves it whenever she sees you in it anyway.” 

“But..” You softly squeak as George sits next to you and rubs your inner thigh softly. 

“No buts, you mean the world to me, and so does those sweaters, you are keeping it until the day you die.”

“Or we break up.” You murmured. 

George furrowed his brow and cupped your cheek and brought you closer to him.

“I will never leave you, or ever stop loving you. I do not care if we are ‘just kids’, you will become my wife, we will have an everlasting life together. Throughout every hardship, every doubt; I will always love and be here for you.”

Tears stream down both you and George’s cheeks, your breathing becomes hallow and you collapse in crying. 

You feel George slid his arm beneath your butt and draw you closer to him, you bury into his chest, crying harder. He leans back to help you get more comfortable. His one of his hands runs up and down your back, as the other tucks your hair behind your ear. 

“Let it out, Ash, you’ve been holding it in way to long.” George whispered. 

You close your eyes, trying to clear the image of the funeral last week. Choking on a sob, you mutter, “I love you, so much.” 

He continues to rub your back, kisses the top of your head gently. 

“They loved you too,” he whispered. 

You lift your head and look at George, “Thank you, for being the love of my life.”

A smile shines on the wild ginger’s face. 

“Thank you for being my everything, Miss. Foxx.” He said as he cupped your cheek. 

You kiss him softly, soon it deepens. You feel him sit up and grasp your hips. 

You let out a soft groan as he starts to kiss your neck. He softly lays you back on the couch. 

He stops. 

“George. What’s wrong?” You ask concerned as you scan his expression. 

“I see my entire world in your eyes, and I feel my life against your skin, and every kiss, you claim more of my soul.” George whispers. “I do not want to mess this up, Ash.”

You rub the base of his neck softly, “Everything will be fine, George.” 

He smiles and places a soft kiss on your nose. 

“Come on, I promised Professor Mcgonagall that you would eat something today.” As he gets up and grasp your hands. 

He drapes his arm protectively around you, his hand resting on your hip. 

“......have you seen her? She looks like Death himself!” a soft voice rings in the quiet hallway. 

“ Angelina , her parents just passed away. She will not magically heal from it!” 

“She should at least go home-”

You and George turn around the corner to see Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. 

“What home?” You ask. “Most of my home is seven feet under and the rest is next to me.” 

“Ashley, I’m sorry-” Angelina started. 

“Oh it’s fine. Fine.” You say, and you leave, leaving George, Angelina, and Katie gaped. 

“George, I didn’t mean..” 

“I know, and she knows; she just.. Is hurting a lot right now. Mum and Dad should be by tomorrow, I am hoping she will go home with them for awhile.” George whispers as he pats Angelina’s shoulder softly. “I need to find her, I will see you all later.” 

You went to Professor McGonagall’s office, and knocked softly. 

Her door swings open, with Professor McGonagall sitting at her desk, reading. 

“Miss. Foxx, how may I help you?” She asks softly. 

“I need my Godmother, not my teacher.” You said with a crack in your voice. 

She points over to the couch as she summons some tea and biscuits. 

“What happened, love?” She asks firmly. 

You spill everything that has been on your mind, including your relationship with George. 

“I don’t want him to feel obligated to stay with me because of this!” You finish the spill, will tears trapped in your eyes. 

“Ashley, you listen good.” She said sternly. “Mr. Weasley loves you, possibly more than he does his jokes. You mean the world to him, and he means the world to you. If he did not have a high regard for you, you wouldn’t be wearing that sweater of his.” She gestured.

You nodded. Feeling ignorant. 

“Now. Stop being scared to let him love you. Your parents’ has a high regard for him, approved of him. He will not hurt you, only you will.”

“Yes’m.” You replied, sniffling. 

“Now, go find George and get some food, you are wasting away, my dear.” She  cupped your cheek and smiles, “So much like your mother...” She whispers, with a slight pain in her eyes. 

You smile and hug her. 

*** I apologize for the short chapter. More to come!***

[gandfweasley]

George... Are you sure?

**Hey guys. The character that is featured in this is one I came up with. Ashley LeeAnn Foxx is a daughter of two master auroras. You’re in Gryffindor, although you would’ve done great in Ravenclaw as well.  You are metamorphmagus, but you typically keep your hair a hazel color while your eyes are a striking purple color. I was originally writing this as a George x Reader, but then I was thinking about what I was coming up with, especially with what happens to her parents, I rather just have a name than a blank with the situation, but I tried to keep it in a first person POV. Hope you enjoy.** You stand in the Gryffindor Common Room, thinking about him. “That idiot...” You whisper as a smile erupts. “Are you talking about me?” A voice breaks the silence of the room, aside of the fire. You turn around and see him. George Weasley, holding a singular rose with a slanted grin. He pushes you against the wall, and kisses you neck hungrily. “I want every inch of you..” He growls possessively as his hand goes between your stomach and your shirt. “You seem to be pretty bold since you profess your love to me..” You mumble, sort-of still absorb in his soft touches. He laughs softly, inches your chin up so then your eyes would meet his. “Ash, I love you, baby, more than anything.. I just was scared to say.. Because I didn’t want to be rejected again.” ‘God.. Why does a man who shows vulnerability so.... sexy..? “I know you do, Georgie-” You was interrupted by the sounds of laughter. “Oi! George-a-boy!” Fred happily strides down the stairs. George groans. “What now, Fred?” “Wow, that’s how your best mate gets greeted ever since you and,” he pauses to grab your hand and press a kiss to the back of it, “this lovely lady got together, I’ve been less of a priority. But I can honestly say that I would be the same.” He flashes you a wink at the last statement. “Hush, you flirt.” You scold Fred before George could say a remark. “Shall we go and start this day with some breakfast?” Fred asked in a cheerful, but cocky matter. “You two go ahead, I’m going to wait for Hermione and the boys.” You stated. George looked at you with a slight frown, which quickly was replaced by grin whenever Lee Jordan pounced on his back. Harry, Hermione, and Ron finally woke up and came downstairs. “About time.” You joked. “Seriously, Ashley?” Grumbled Ron. “Yes, Ronnikins.” You said teasingly. As you four walked to the dinning hall, Draco and his trolls run into Harry. “Aye!” Shouted Harry as his wand falls out of his robe pocket. “Sorry, Potter, but I don’t take kindly to those who need the constant spotlight.” Draco spatted. “Malfoy! You know he didn't put his name into the Goblet!” Growled Ron. “Can we all just get along? We do have a ball here soon.” You groaned. “Yes, we can, for now. Still surprised you turned me down, Ashley.” Draco said with a cocky grin. “But I figured you’re feeling sorry for that freckled frat.” “Leave George out of this, Malfoy, he is ten times the man now that you or your prat of a father will ever be combined!” You snapped back, watching Draco’s face go red. “Listen here, you slut-” Draco growled as he moved for his wand. You whip out my wand and press it against his chest. “Forget that my parents are two of the best Auroras around, Draco?” “Heeeeey now,” you heard a particular familiar and friendly voice. “What’s going on here, baby?” Asked George as you feel his hand on your lower back. “About to hex Draco into oblivion, what about you?” You said as your eyes glared at Draco. “Lord, Malfoy, what did ya do to tick off Ash so bad?” He asked as he slowly runs his hand up to your hand that has your wand. “Come on Crabb, Goyle,” he barked has he stomped off. You hear George laugh as he wrapped his arms around you. “God woman, aren’t you a firecracker?” He said teasingly with a smirk. “Well, if he talks bad about you, he kinda deserves it...” Mumbles Hermione. “Oh? Well, you need to calm your britches if you still want to go to the ball...” He whispered in a sexy tone. “We’ll catch you guys later.” Said Harry as they started heading to the Great Hall. George smiled and kissed you softly. You softly smile underneath the kiss and return it. He smirked confidently as he kissed you hungrier, his hand sliding between your stomach and shirt again. “George....” You whispered. “Hm?” He mumbled as his lips brushed against your neck. “I.... I just...” You stopped as his lips kissed your neck hungrily as he pushed you against the wall. You bite your lip as he continues to kiss your neck. “George, stop.” You exclaimed as you wiggle away from him. “Ashley? You okay?” He asked you obviously concerned. “I... I thought I heard something.” “Indeed. Now, Miss. Foxx, Mr. Weasley, I suggest you two get breakfast, and keep your affection to a minimum here, especially in public.” Professor McGonagall said slyly with a slight smile. “Professor.” You said blushing. “I... I-I’m so sorry-” “Hush, I was young once, I just prefer that one of my best students keeps the title as an innocent little girl, also, your parents both will be fairly angry if some actions happen that are not appropriate.” “George, honey, you should go, you have Quidditch practice.” You told George. “Actually, Albus needs to see you, Ashley, and George, you should come with us.” “Of course..?” George said. You three headed to Dumbledore’s office. “What’s wrong?” You asked Professor McGonagall. “The Headmaster rather tell you himself..” She said softly. You three got to the entrance to his office. “Fire Whisky.” Professor McGonagall said ever so confidently. Up you three was whisked up to his office. “Minerva, Miss. Foxx, Mr. Weasley. welcome.” Dumbledore said ever so calmly. “Professor, you wanted to speak to us?” You asked. “Yes, well, only to you.. Take a seat.” You and George sat down. “Miss. Foxx.. Do you remember the two auroras who went missing a month ago and the Ministry of Magic refused to reveal who they were?”  “Yessir. I do.” “They were found... One was deceased, and the other is barely alive.” “Wh-what are you trying to say.” You asked stuttering, George’s hand softly rubs your thigh. “That... That the auroras are my parents?” Dumbledore reached across the desk and grasps your hand. “I’m sorry, Ashley. Your mother is alive.... But she doesn’t have long. You are going to go with Minerva accompanied with George to say farewell. I am deeply sorry.” You look down, not wanting to believe what you’ve been told. You’re on the train with Professor McGonagall and George. “Baby...” George whispered as he sat next to you. You looked at him with your tear filled eyes. “Come here..” The instant he said that, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest, unable to keep the sobs within. “I’m sorry baby.... I’m so sorry.” He whispered with a break in his voice as he hugged you tighter. “I can’t believe that.... That both of my parents will be gone....” You said with a sob hiccupping up. “Shhhhh. Your mother... She’s a strong woman and you know that..” “George. She was tormented by Deatheaters and Voldemort.....” “I... I know baby.” You soon dozed off from exhaustion from crying, your head resting on George’s chest, with his hand softly running up and down your back. “Ashley, baby we’re here.” George whispered softly. You nodded, and you three started off St. Mungo’s Hospital. You eventually get there, and the Minister of Magic is there, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. “Ashley, dear, Albus sent us a a letter and we came as soon as we could.”Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged you tight. “It’s.... It’s fine. I just want to see my mum.” You whispered. “Of course,” said the Minister of Magic. “She is in room 197.” You walk into her room and see your mother. She smiles at you. “Hey you.” says your mother with pain in her voice. “Hey mum, how.. How are you feeling?” “Ashley, I have to be honest... I don’t have much longer. I just had to see you for a last time.” She said as she softly grips your hand. “I have already discussed it with the Minister. Minerva has agreed to be your legal guardian, the benefits of her being my Godmother huh?” She asked winking. “Mum.. Are you sure you can’t...?” You choke. “Baby girl, you’re the only reason why I’m alive now, I couldn’t die without seeing you for the last time. Now, you have to be strong, keep your studies up in school, and for heaven’s sake, have fun. You have every year after you turn 17 to be an adult, be a kid. Talk to Minerva as if she is me, Molly and Arthur are here as well. Chances are you will stay with them part of the summers since Minerva thinks you would rather be away from Hogwarts and with your friends than in there with no one to talk to besides her and the other staff members. Someone your age is what I’m trying to say. “Also, Molly told me about George,” She smiled as she winked. “He is a nice fellow, mischievous but a nice fellow.” You smile and nodded. “I love you.” Your mom whispered as she squeezed your hand. “I love you too.” And then she was gone. “Mum? MUM NO.” You start to exclaim, you hugged her. “Ash, baby... I’m sorry.” George  whispered as he rubbed your back. You turned to him and bury your face into his chest. “She’s gone...” You whispered. “My mother is gone..” His hand continued to run up and down your back as the other brushed hair out of your face. He softly kisses your forehead. A little while afterwards you, Professor McGonagall, and George left after some much needed hugs from both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. It was late that night, you were curled up in the Common Room infront of the fireplace. You stared at your favorite picture of you and your family. You three accompanied by your dog at the beach in Australia. In the image, you three are laughing, Bear (a fairly large, white dog that resembles a polar bear,) running around you three, barking, wagging his tail. “I love you...” You whispered as a tear slips down your cheek. 

Part 1 is complete! Dramatic as fuck but you know, we will be okay!

Bring you all part 2 later and hopefully this will do well!