Lover ; George Weasley

Forty-four

I returned to my office.

Bill didn't seem to have noticed that I had left.

As I got back, I opened the door to my office and my eyes immediately landed on George who was asleep on my sofa under the window.

With a small sigh, I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.

I took a step closer to my desk before I noticed the breakfast smoothie standing on my desk.

I felt the guilt wash over me, thinking about yesterday when I tried to break up with him.

I decided to walk over and sit down on the edge of the sofa, running my fingers through the front of his hair.

He looked so peaceful.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't want us to break up. I loved him and I wanted to be with him. I just got scared when he told me that Augustus was the one who killed his brother.

I laid down, my body cuddled up next to his on the sofa and my legs tangled with his.

Automatically he wrapped his arms around me, even if he was asleep. He let out a small noise that melted my heart and I smiled weakly against his jaw.

I really never do any work here.

I ran my hand up his chest, resting it there while I closed my eyes.

"I love you." I whispered before pressing a kiss to his skin.

"I love you too."

"Oh Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, being so frightened that I fell off the sofa and landed on the floor. "Ow!"

George broke into laughter as he sat up and looked at me.

"What're you doing?"

"I thought you were asleep."

"So you cuddle all of your ex-boyfriends when you think they're asleep?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up to sit against the sofa, resting my hands in my lap.

"I didn't mean it."

"No?"

"I don't want to lose you." I said. "I freaked out. I was scared you were going to hate me."

I felt George move behind me, sitting on the sofa with a leg on each side of me as he started massaging my shoulders.

"Oh god." I moaned, throwing my head back.

George laughed.

"I'm sorry I stormed out last night." He told me. "I don't hate you. I know you're nothing like your family and I know you would've fought on our side if you had been old enough... I just... I don't know."

"You realised that the man who killed your best friend and your brother, is the uncle of your girlfriend." I said, closing my eyes. "I can't blame you for running out."

George leaned down, grazing his lips against my earlobe.

"Dia..." he whispered. "I'm sorry."

With a sigh, I got off the floor, kicking off my shoes before I joined him on the sofa. He pulled my legs over his thighs and I rested an arm over his shoulder while looking at his face.

"I went to Azkaban."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at me.

"I mean... first I came here after dropping the girls off but Bill told me you were in my office and I was scared we were going to continue ending our relationship so instead I made an impulse decision to see my dad."

George chuckled.

"Right, because the logical thing to do instead of confronting a situation is visiting your death eater dad in Azkaban."

I rolled my eyes at his joke.

"No..." he breathed. "What's up? What happened?"

I shrugged.

"I told him about my life, made sure to get him real angry about the fact that I'm dating you." I said. "He told me that my last name will always hunt me, so I've made the decision to change my name."

"Oh?" George asked in surprise. "No more Dahlia Willows?"

I shook my head.

"No more Dahlia Willows."

George hummed and dropped his hand to my thigh, running his thumb over my bare skin, right beneath where my shorts ended.

"What surname were you thinking then?" He asked. "Rook? Nettle? Weasley?"

I snorted with laughter.

"Smooth."

He leaned closer to me and nudged his nose against my cheek before pressing a kiss to my skin.

"We should totally get married." I joked, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"That would be fun, wouldn't it?" He whispered against my neck. "You've been divorced for half a day, then you get remarried."

I chuckled and he pulled his head back a few inches to look at me.

"Are we okay?" I asked. "Regarding yesterday?"

He hummed.

"We're more than okay, Dahlia with no surname."

I rolled my eyes and shoved him in the shoulder before getting off the sofa. I walked over to sit in my chair pulling my left leg up and under my right thigh.

A knock came at my door and I looked up, then looked to George with an expression, asking him to open up.

He rolled his eyes playfully but got himself pulled off the sofa, running his hands down his chest and stomach to flatten the material of his shirt.

He folded the sleeves off his dress-shirt as he walked over to open the door.

He did, and my eyes landed on the person on the other side. A guy, obviously shorter than George, dark hair brushed back, dark eyes. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie.

"...uh—" the guy looked at George. "...you are not Dahlia."

"I am not." George confirmed and looked back at me with a confused expression. "Dia, there's a mysterious fellow by the door for you."

The guy then looked past George and his eyes met mine.

"Dahlia?"

"Random guy in sweats?" I asked back, pushing myself out of the chair. "Yeah I'm Dahlia... my name is on the door as you can see. What can I help you with?"

"My name is Henrik Larke." He told me and I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to get to his point. "Former Henry Willows."

Oh shit.

"Is this like family reunion day?" I asked. "First I visit my dad in Azkaban and now you're back? What's next? Is Sam gonna walk the door within the next two minute and announce that he's not actually dead? Or how about Nadine? Is gonna wake up from the death?"

George now looked more confused than ever, staring at me with his lips parted.

"George... that's my brother." I said and nodded towards Henry. I couldn't recognise him but he had dads eyes.

It was definitely him.

"You have a brother?"

"It's a long story."

"Okay..." George frowned. "...well, you two probably have a lot of catching up to do. I can sense you haven't seen each other for a long time."

George walked over to grab his jacket before looking at me.

"I made you a smoothie like usual." He pointed to the smoothie on my desk. "Call me later?"

I nodded and he glanced at Henry before leaving,

Then I looked at my brother and sighed.

"So this is what you look like."