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Emily!!! You are the most evil of evil. What do you mean 'who said'??????? Spill the beans right now please!!! I'm on my knees (metaphorically) please. If she was splinched is the baby OK???? If there is a baby!!!!! Tell me or post immediatley. |
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OMG !!!!!! post quickly as possible !! please |
OMG!!! I like NEED to know if ems is preggers or not! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! |
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Emily breathed in the scent of her husband’s skin. It was as sweet as lilacs, seeing as that’s what their soap’s scent is. His fingers drifted up and down her arm as he kissed her hair. “I don’t want to get up,” she whispered. “Mmmm, let’s stay in bed,” he whispered back. “But I’m hungry,” she moaned. George chuckled lightly. “Alright, wait here. I’ll get you something,” he said as he started getting out from under the blankets. “No, don’t go,” she pouted, clutching his arm. “I’ll be back in a flash, love,” he chuckled. He kissed her cheek and then pulled on his boxers. He went to their small kitchen and started putting food on a tray. He came back with two bananas, a bowl of strawberries, some pineapple, and toast. Emily buttoned up his blue shirt over her naked body, put her lacy panties back on, and sat up in the bed. She snuggled back into his side as he set the tray on his legs. “What was the point of buttoning up that shirt when I plan on taking it right back off you?” he whispered with a chuckle. Emily giggled while she grabbed a banana. “Mmmm, thank you. I was so hungry,” she said as she bit into the banana. George chuckled lightly as he grabbed a piece of toast. “What do you want to do for the rest of the night?” George asked as he pulled the bread apart with his fingers. “Pick out colors,” she said. “For what?” George asked. “Our house; all the rooms,” Emily answered cheerfully. “Hmm, okay, what color do you want the kitchen to be?” he asked. “I was thinking either red or a light violet. You pick,” she said as she lay back against his arm. “Hmm, what about light violet?” he asked. “Perfect. What color do you want the dining room?” she asked. “A soft iris,” he answered after a moment of thinking. “Oooh, I like that color,” she commended. George lifted a strawberry to her mouth and she took a bite. “Mmmm, what about the living room?” “How about a bit paler blue than the one that’s already there?” she asked. “Sounds fantastic. How about the Master Bedroom?” George asked her. “Umm, that one is a surprise,” she whispered. George didn’t answer and she knew he was trying to figure it out, causing her to giggle. “George?” Emily asked quietly. “Hmm?” he said. “Do you agree with her? Your mother, I mean,” she asked quietly. George stayed quiet for a moment. “No,” he said quietly. “Are you sure? If it’s too soon, we can wait,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wait,” he said quietly. “I want to move in to the house. I want to live with you and begin our family. I want it all before it gets taken away,” he whispered. “What? What do you mean by taken away?” No answer. “George?” she asked, growing worried. He still wouldn’t answer. She twirled in his arms so she could see his face. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Emily, there’s a battle starting out there, a war. Ems, when the war comes, I’m fighting,” George whispered. Emily fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment before meeting his eyes. “I’m fighting too,” she whispered. He automatically started shaking his head. “If you think I’m going to sit back while all of my friends, my family fight then you’re sadly mistaken. I’m not going to relax in our home where at any second you could be killed. I’m standing next to you in this war, George,” Emily said. “No, I won’t let you fight,” George said stubbornly. “You’re not going to have a choice,” Emily whispered. “I can’t have you ripped away from me,” George whispered painfully. “And you think it is peachy keen if you’re ripped away from me?” she asked. “Wherever you go, I go, remember?” George nodded slowly. “Let’s not think about any of this until it’s here,” he whispered. Emily nodded and buried her face in his neck. He kissed her hair and rubbed her back. They heard a click from downstairs. “Somebody’s here,” she said frantically as she searched for her shorts. “Looking for these?” George chuckled as he dangled her shorts in front of her. Emily giggled and snatched her shorts. She put them on quickly as footsteps on the staircase grew steadily nearer. George pulled on his shorts and found a T-shirt in his dresser since Emily was still wearing his. “Is it safe to come in?” Fred chuckled from the doorway. “Yes, it’s safe...now,” Emily said, mumbling the last word. “She feels bad, you know,” Fred said, looking at George as George took their food tray and put it in the kitchen. “She should,” George said quietly. “Come on, give her a break,” Fred said. “Why should I?” “Because she’s your mother,” Emily said quietly. “She cares about you and loves you. She only wants what’s best for you,” Emily said. Fred nodded in agreement. “Emily, please,” George whispered. “Don’t ‘please’ me, George Weasley. You know I’m right. Don’t forget that I’m the one wearing the pants in this marriage,” she chuckled lightly. A grin came to his face. “As of five minutes ago, neither of us was ‘wearing the pants,’” he laughed. Emily giggled and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his middle. “Point taken,” she whispered. “First, ewe. Second—Mum wants you two over for dinner tonight so she can apologize. Tonks and everybody will be there,” Fred announced. “We’ll think about it,” George said. “We’ll be there,” Emily corrected. Fred smiled and then disappeared down the stairs. “You know, I think it’s quite a big responsibility for you to be wearing the pants in the family... Maybe we should take them off,” George chuckled as he bent down, his hands going down her back. He grabbed her legs and swung them up so that they could wrap around his waist. Emily giggled girlishly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to take on that responsibility either, you know,” she whispered through kisses. George laughed and led her over to the bed. Emily untangled her legs from his waist and turned them over so that she was on top. She pulled back to look at him and an evil grin appeared on her face. “You know, I’m not much in the mood anymore,” she said as she rolled off the bed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he extended his arm, thinking she’d return to it. “Payback for last night,” she smirked at him. “I told you I’d get you back.” “That’s not fair. Get back over here. You can pay me back some other time,” he said with a frown on his face. “You know, I think I like paying you back now,” she said as she unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of herself. She grabbed her bra and white shirt from earlier and started putting them on. “You’re cruel,” he said with a frown. “Love you,” she said as she made her way to the bathroom. “Crummy way of showing it,” he mumbled under his breath. Emily laughed lightly and got ready for dinner. *ALrighty, let me know whatchya think... :) Oh, and Connie, I tried looking for cute yellow colors and changed my mind, so I'm going to go back and fix it. The house is a seafoam spray color and the shutters are a mint hint color. The links aren't working, or I'd let you see them. <_< |
Awhh that was such a cute chapter it wasquite funnny aswell:P loved it Emily PAMS :D |
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Loved it! I agree with Kerrie, totally cute! Hehe :) |
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Great chapter. Good Fred for knocking and asking if it was safe to come in, who knows what he would have walked in on. Good job Em!!!!:D |
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You are welcome!!:P I have no clue what Sophie means about what she has figured out but she probably won't reply now. She goes to Boston tomorrow. I will text her. I will edit this later. Hold on.:D EDIT- She was in Paris when I texted her today but she was about to leave for Boston so she couldn't reply. Oh well.:P |
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Great post Emily. I'll be watching for your next one. :glomp: |
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OMG PLEASE PAMS I hate cliff-hangers, you're right, I would of killed you if you left us on one when em was hurt... |
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Here's the next post. Dinner arrived and as soon as they walked into the kitchen of the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley gave them both huge hugs, apologizing over and over. She told them that it was their lives and their choice. George thankfully didn’t say anything rude, hugged his mother, and told her he loved her. Tonks stayed for about a minute with her mousy, brown hair and sad, heart shaped face. Emily was worried about her, but she didn’t have time to talk to her because she ran off as soon as Remus walked into the room. Emily gave him a hard look. “What?” he asked innocently. “May I talk to you outside, Remus?” she asked coldly. Everyone stared at her suspiciously. George pecked her cheek, but didn’t dare ask. Remus nodded feebly, looking quite guilty. She led him to the backdoor and walked to the fence. Then, she rounded on him. “What did you do?” she asked coldly. “I don’t know what you mean,” he replied quietly. “Oh don’t give me that load of dragon dung, Remus. What happened between you and Tonks?” she asked, her face hard. “Well, I—Er—I just—We’re,” he stuttered. Emily put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. Remus looked down quickly, not wanting to see her fury. “You two seemed great when you danced at the wedding. What happened?” Emily asked. “I’m not right for her, Emily. I’m too old and broken. She deserves someone young and whole, and I’m not it,” Remus said. He sat down on the grass, pulled his knees up to his chest, and buried his face in his hands. “You’re not too old. And Remus, she’s the glue that could piece you back together. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself, it’s not going to change her mind. She wants you, not someone else,” Emily said softly as she sat beside him. “I’m not going to ruin her life, Emily. Case closed. Don’t bring up this subject again, is that understood?” he asked. “Fine, for now at least. It’s still not completely dropped,” she replied in frustration. Emily stood up, offering her hand to Remus. He took it and they both walked back to the kitchen. Everyone could sense their tension and decided not question them. Everyone ate the fantastic dinner that Mrs. Weasley spread out and then retired to the living room for tea. After the night was over, Emily, George, and Fred returned to their flat, joking and laughing the whole time. *It's a small one, but it's still something. :) |
Awe...kinda sad but George and his mum are good again! Yay! I hope Remus sees that he NEEDS tonks, and soon! Much love. Great post. Lauren |
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Hello Emily. :) Great post. And first off, I'm so glad things are patched up between Molly and Mr. & Mrs. George Weasley. :P This line was brilliant. Quote:
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Great post Emily!! Probably the shortest one you have ever done:P:lol: I need a good long one next time!!!!!:love: George and Molly!!! Yippee...you made in:val5: Remus, Tonks belongs with you and you belong with Tonks. My Teddy needs to be born Mr Lupin!!!!!!:D Great post, Katie xxx:loved: |
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