Lover ; George Weasley

Thirty-four

I'm seeing a lot of people say who they imagine the kids as, so I though I'd share my opinion.

This is who I see the 4 of them as:

Christian Isaiah as Fred.
Aalyrah Caldwell as Roxanne.
Ava Foley as Elsie.
A young Abby Ryder Fortson as Leah.

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Dinner was good for the most part.

The children seemed to get along well. Even Leah was very talkative even though we didn't understand most words she said.

Though Elsie always understood her and easily translated it.

The kids all sat at one end of the table while I sat at the end of the table, George to my left and Malcolm to my right.

George was staying polite, even asking Malcolm about his career, but Malcolm on the other hand... just had to be his childish self, coming with sharp comments or being straight up rude.

I had to tell him to stop it multiple times, but did he listen? No.

"Weasley—" Malcolm breathed as she straightened up in his chair, and I felt myself mentally prepare for whatever was going to happen next. "... can I ask you a question?"

George shrugged, moving his finger around the rim of his glass while looking at Malcolm.

"Pretty sure you're gonna do it either way."

Malcolm scoffed and I looked at George as he lifted the glass to take a sip.

"Do you have any remorse at all that you slept and got together with a married woman?"

Oh my god.

"Malcolm, please stop." I begged, running a hand over my face. "We've been separated since last year and I just need to send the papers in, then the divorce is finalised... stop acting like I cheated on you or that George is a home wrecker. None of that is true."

Malcolm simply looked at me before George then cleared his throat.

"I'm gonna use the restroom if that's alright."

"Yes of course." I offered him a smile as he stood up. He pushed the chair back under the table before he leaned down, placing a hand on the armrests of my chair.

He tilted his head, then kissed me and it wasn't just a quick peck. Our lips moved together slowly and passionately.

I brought a hand up to rest against his jaw. The way he kissed me was one of my favourite ways. It was full of so much passion and it left me breathless afterwards.

When he pulled back, he made sure to do it slowly, letting the feeling linger on my lips. He smiled cheekily at me before he straightened up, my hand dropping from his jaw.

Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

I knew exactly why he had done that. It was his way of getting back at Malcolm for how he had acted towards him the whole night.

When I looked at him, he was staring at the table, his jaw clenched and his hand holding the glass so tightly that I was scared it was going to shatter sometime soon.

"Do you need more?" I asked and gestured towards his glass. He downed the rest of the liquid in it, then handed it to me with a small 'thanks'.

I pulled my chair back as I stood up, grabbing my own glass as well before making my way into the kitchen.

I placed them on the counter, then placed my hands down on either side as I took a deep breath.