Drabble: George/Angelina
Title: First Birthday
Author: mollywheezy
Prompt: ♥ "Drawn to Bacchus's abode, I sought there to conspire. But it was in the city of the dead that I found my heart's desire." - Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Father
Rating: low R
Words: 478
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles
George took another swig from his half-empty wine bottle, gracelessly flopped to the ground, and leaned against Fred's tombstone.
"Hiya, Gred," George slurred. "I meant to open this here, but I needed 'liquid courage' to come. You understand." George gulped more wine and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "This stuff's good, especially for a screw-cap. Try some." George poured the remainder of the bottle into the ground near Fred's tombstone.
He sat in silence for a few moments. "Happy Birthday to us, yeah?"
George removed a small object from his pocket and waved his wand at it. Now holding a full-sized bottle of wine, George unscrewed the cap and took a long gulp.
"Yesterday I blocked the Floo and warded the flat. You know our family-I would have been hounded by owls and calls from dawn until dusk and then some. Oh, I closed the shop for the day, too. Made a big sign for the window that it was closed in your memory." George drank some more wine. "I know, I know. It would have been better to pull a huge prank in your memory, but . . ." George shrugged. "Next year, yeah?"
"I wouldn't have minded seeing Angelina today, but she's in training camp for the Harpies."
"I'm back."
"Angelina!" George leapt to his feet, nearly dropping his bottle of wine.
"Hi, George. Hi, Fred."
George managed a weak smile and offered Angelina the wine. She tasted it tentatively, smiled, and took a large sip. "That's good."
"It is, isn't it?" George wrapped his arms around Angelina and kissed her deeply. "Tastes even better this way."
Angelina laughed.
George rested his cheek against Angelina's and asked, "Did spring training end early?"
"No, I'm just skiving off." Angelina took several long drinks from the bottle of wine.
George pulled back and shrieked, "What?! Won't you get in trouble?"
Angelina rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Look who's asking. I won't get in trouble if I don't get caught." She winked.
"That's why I love you." George smiled.
Angelina inhaled sharply. "You love me?"
"Well, yeah. Haven't I said?"
Angelina shook her head. "I love you, too. And I thought you might want to open your birthday present." She smiled wickedly.
"You mean . . .?"
Angelina nodded, grinning.
"Finally!" George kissed Angelina passionately, and she responded in kind. The now empty wine bottle fell to the ground and rolled to rest by Fred's tombstone, as Angelina clutched George's back, and his hands wandered to her arse. Several moments later when George's hand moved under Angelina's shirt to cup her breast, she pulled away.
"What's the matter?" George gasped.
"We're not shagging in a cemetery!"
"Why not?" George winked.
"George! NO!" Angelina rolled her eyes.
"Joking, joking . . ."
Angelina grinned. "Anyway, Fred's here, and I'm not into threesomes."
As George spluttered, Angelina said, "My place" and side-along Apparated them both.
Author: mollywheezy
Prompt: ♥ "Drawn to Bacchus's abode, I sought there to conspire. But it was in the city of the dead that I found my heart's desire." - Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Father
Rating: low R
Words: 478
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles
George took another swig from his half-empty wine bottle, gracelessly flopped to the ground, and leaned against Fred's tombstone.
"Hiya, Gred," George slurred. "I meant to open this here, but I needed 'liquid courage' to come. You understand." George gulped more wine and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "This stuff's good, especially for a screw-cap. Try some." George poured the remainder of the bottle into the ground near Fred's tombstone.
He sat in silence for a few moments. "Happy Birthday to us, yeah?"
George removed a small object from his pocket and waved his wand at it. Now holding a full-sized bottle of wine, George unscrewed the cap and took a long gulp.
"Yesterday I blocked the Floo and warded the flat. You know our family-I would have been hounded by owls and calls from dawn until dusk and then some. Oh, I closed the shop for the day, too. Made a big sign for the window that it was closed in your memory." George drank some more wine. "I know, I know. It would have been better to pull a huge prank in your memory, but . . ." George shrugged. "Next year, yeah?"
"I wouldn't have minded seeing Angelina today, but she's in training camp for the Harpies."
"I'm back."
"Angelina!" George leapt to his feet, nearly dropping his bottle of wine.
"Hi, George. Hi, Fred."
George managed a weak smile and offered Angelina the wine. She tasted it tentatively, smiled, and took a large sip. "That's good."
"It is, isn't it?" George wrapped his arms around Angelina and kissed her deeply. "Tastes even better this way."
Angelina laughed.
George rested his cheek against Angelina's and asked, "Did spring training end early?"
"No, I'm just skiving off." Angelina took several long drinks from the bottle of wine.
George pulled back and shrieked, "What?! Won't you get in trouble?"
Angelina rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Look who's asking. I won't get in trouble if I don't get caught." She winked.
"That's why I love you." George smiled.
Angelina inhaled sharply. "You love me?"
"Well, yeah. Haven't I said?"
Angelina shook her head. "I love you, too. And I thought you might want to open your birthday present." She smiled wickedly.
"You mean . . .?"
Angelina nodded, grinning.
"Finally!" George kissed Angelina passionately, and she responded in kind. The now empty wine bottle fell to the ground and rolled to rest by Fred's tombstone, as Angelina clutched George's back, and his hands wandered to her arse. Several moments later when George's hand moved under Angelina's shirt to cup her breast, she pulled away.
"What's the matter?" George gasped.
"We're not shagging in a cemetery!"
"Why not?" George winked.
"George! NO!" Angelina rolled her eyes.
"Joking, joking . . ."
Angelina grinned. "Anyway, Fred's here, and I'm not into threesomes."
As George spluttered, Angelina said, "My place" and side-along Apparated them both.