Still ; George Weasley

Ninety-seven

"This is beautiful, Georgie."

We had arrived at a luxury villa on Bora Bora.

George had been in charge of finding a place for us to stay for two weeks which was how long our honeymoon was for.

In the villa, you stepped right into the big black, brown and blue kitchen that was connected to the living room. The floor was marble and the walls were white.

From the living room and the kitchen, was a wall which was basically just one big door that you'd slide open and it'd lead you out onto the terrace.

There was an outdoor living area and a private pool.

Back inside, if you walked down past the living room, you'd enter a hallway with a bedroom and a bathroom.

"How did we afford this?" I asked and walked back out to George who was standing with all of our luggage, watching the night view.

"I took some money out of the saving we've got for the shop." He said and when he saw my worried expression, he chuckled. "Don't worry... I checked with Fred first."

I nodded slowly before walking over to the windows to look out at the view.

We had a view over a bunch of other villas but then the ocean and the mountains on the other side as well.

"You didn't have to spend so much money on this place... we could've been happy in a smaller place."

"I know." I heard George say as he approached me from behind. I felt his arms wrap around my body and I automatically smiled. "But wouldn't you much rather spend fourteen days in this place?"

He planted a kiss under my ear before humming into it.

"All the pool sex we can have."

I couldn't help but moan at his words. I ran a hand to the nape of his neck, feeling his fingers ghost down my leg to find the end of my dress.

"That does sound tempting." I breathed. "Perhaps not in front of the windows, thought?"

"Wha— I thought you were into public sex." He said in a teasing tone.

I rolled my eyes and spun around to face him.

"Tradition is to have sex in a bed during the first night as a married couple."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, placing a hand on my hip to pull me in even closer.

"You want me to take you to bed, darling?"

I smiled.

"Pretty please."

George placed his hands against my jaw on either side before running them down over my shoulders and down my arms.

He winked at me and crouched and next thing I knew, he had me thrown over his shoulder.

"This is how we do it?" I asked. "I mean... I know I agreed to you taking me to bed, but you're gonna end up shaking my brain loose."

"Well we can't have that, can we?" He put me down again and I couldn't help but laugh as he this time picked me up with an arm hooked under my knees and the other wrapped around my back.

"How do you manage to look so good from all angles?" I asked, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I mean... especially when I'm on my knees for you."

George snorted and I laughed as he looked at me.

He walked through the living room, down the small hallway and into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed but I grabbed him by his collar to pull him down with me so that he had to press a hand to the bed to not crush me.

"You know... I read somewhere that when you're in love with someone, you automatically find them attractive."

George chuckled, staring down at me.

"Is that your way of saying I'm not actually that attractive?"

"Oh, no you're hot as fuck!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could kiss him. "I was just saying that because it's funny how people have different views on who's attractive and who's not."

George hummed and leaned down to plant a kiss against my jaw.

"Well... I always found you cute." He whispered, pulling his head back to look at me again, clearing his throat. "Then you had one big glow up during the summer of ninety-two. You came back in our fourth year and I remember thinking how beautiful you looked. Then I fifth year, you had bangs and I started thinking of you as smoking hot."

I smiled cheekily at him while biting down on my tongue. George wiggled his eyebrows at me before he moved down my body slowly, pressing small kisses to my neck.

"Wait!" I propped myself up on my elbows, and George lifted his head again to look at me. "I have to pee."

George frowned before he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Right now?"

"Well, unless you want me to pee on your cock." I said and tilted my head. "I mean... if you have a piss kink, I guess I can—"

"Allie." He sighed, closing his eyes as he bit back a laugh while rolling off of me. "Just go pee."

I looked at him as he laid on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes as he was smiling.

"Right, okay." I nodded, getting off the bed. "But I swear to god, don't wank while I'm out there. You can't start without me."

"I can't promise anything!" he called, and I rolled my eyes while disappearing into the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me, taking in the bathroom. There was a big shower with glass walls, a white tub and counters with two sinks in them.

To the bathroom was a walk-in-closet. I could already imagine myself spending tomorrow morning organising both me and George's clothes.

I did my business and after washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I couldn't help but smile.

I looked beautiful.

Today had been the first day in awhile that I had felt this good.

I was wearing my white flowy dress with the pockets, some white sneakers because I really hate heels and I can't walk in them and my hair looked the same as how my mum did it.

Well, it was a bit more messy now, a lot of loose strands.

I reached behind my head and pulled out the flowers that mum had put in my hair. Once I had let my hair down, I ran my fingers through it to comb it.

"Georgie, my darling!" I sang as I left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind me. "Are you ready for some amazing—"

I stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on George on the bed. On his back, head tilted to the side and he was snoring slightly.

"You son of a bitch..."

I kicked off my shoes before walking to the bed, crawling on top.

"George, if you're messing with me right now... I'll hit you."

I placed a hand against his jaw, turning his head so I could look at his face.

He's actually asleep.

I chuckled before I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Why didn't you tell me you were tired?" I whispered, getting off the bed again.

I undid the laces in both of his shoes and pulled them off. I placed them on the floor before I looked at George with my hands resting on my hips.

I looked around to see if there was a blanket in the room. George was lying on top of the bed so I couldn't get the duvet free.

I walked into the living room, locating a blanket on the sofa before I grabbed it.

When I walked back into the bedroom, I spread it over George's body and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Goodnight, lover boy."