Soft, golden sunlight was shining through the open shutters the next morning, a bright beam shining onto the lovebirds' faces until they were fully roused from sleep. Enchanted champagne had left them without hangovers and love had left them warmer than the sun ever could.

Hannah nuzzled closer and George pulled her tighter. Her eyes were only half open, lips parted as she breathed in the warm autumn air. Her hair was a mess, spilling out of the braid her drunken fingers had weaved the night before. She was wearing nothing but red lace underwear and his quidditch sweater, the one he had promised months ago, the one he had finally been able to pull out of the trunk. It was very much too big for her, and the sleeves were frayed but he was sure she had never looked more lovely (an impressive achievement when she always looked lovely).

"I love you," he whispered, interrupting the silence of the morning.

"I love you, too." The butterflies in his stomach spun loops, still thrilled by those words, even after months of whispering them to one another. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I wouldn't have been able to sleep here without you."

"Yes, you would have," she muttered.

"No, you make me strong."

"You're strong without me." The butterflies remained still for that, burnt by the sudden warming of his heart. He leaned over her and kissed her. It began soft, a silent thank you he couldn't verbalize, but the warmth from his heart quickly fueled the heat between their lips. He pinned her beneath him, lips attacking her pulse, fingers sliding beneath the knitted fabric of his sweater.

"Your mum's downstairs," she weakly protested, but he only laughed, abandoning her lips as he slip down her body towards the apex of her thighs.

"You'll have to be quiet then." With quick, eager fingers he yanked the lace down her legs, tossing it to the floor before returning to the soft folds that glistened for him. He dragged his tongue down the center, relishing in her taste as she gasped.

"George," she whined, torn between propriety and need. He paused but when another whine slipped from her lips it seemed she had chosen the need. He returned to her center, painting erotic messages with the tip of his tongue until biting her palm was all she could do not to scream. The hand that was not suffering in the name of silence was tangled in his hair, urging him further and further until her legs were shaking beneath him. When she came heavens opened, and he didn't hesitate to drink every ounce of manna. He continued to taste, and she bucked her hips as she passed the peak of pleasure, but he wasn't about to let her escape, not when he so loved dessert for breakfast.

When she had completely fallen from her high, he slid his boxers down his legs, creeping forward to enter her, but she rolled the pair over until she was straddling his hips. He rested his hands on her hips, groaning as she sunk down onto his hard on sinfully slow.

"Holy fuck, Hannah," he moaned as she began to move, hips picking up a lazy roll as she rode him past the capability of his senses. He dared to look up at her as his lips parted, whispering moans of prayer as he stared. The sun reflected off her hair until she was surrounded in a halo of sunlight. He was sure she was an angel that encompassed everything good in his world, sure until he felt the small heartbeat between her thighs caressing him.

That was too damn sinful to come from an angel.

She smiled at him and he almost finished right there, so completely in love that it felt impossible to remain contained. He flipped them over and snapped his hips into her entrance, thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves that drove her wild. He swallowed her moans with his lips until they finished like the crescendo of a great symphony.

He dropped to her side, both smiling from the high.

"I hope my mum didn't hear you," he whispered, and she smacked his arm, still giggling. "Not because it's a secret but she'll start expecting grandkids." That earned him another smack.

"Maybe another day," she whispered before climbing out of bed. He blushed at the idea, his dreaded imagination taking him years down the line as he watched his small troop of children caused ruckus that almost made him regret the grief he had given his mother. Almost.

"Are you sure this morning doesn't work?" he asked, and she whipped around, clearly surprised that he was even considering it.

"I'm sure." She recovered quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans Ginny had loaned her. She was about to pull off the sweater when he began to protest.

"No, wear it," he whined.

"It's too big."

"But I like you in it."

"I like me in it too. That's not a reason to accidentally flash the breakfast table every time I lean over."

"But it makes me want to fuck you."

"Another reason not to where it, your poor mother would die of a heart attack."

"No, she'd just start knitting baby sweaters." Again, with the children, he was going to scare her away before he could even get a chance. "Please, just until after breakfast." She studied him before conceding with a smile, tucking the front into her jeans if only to make it a bit more presentable.

"Are you coming?" she asked when she reached the door and he shook his head.

"I'm going to have a shower first."

"Alright, see you in a bit," she said, returning to his side to kiss him goodbye. He took the opportunity to grab her, pulling her back to bed.

"You could always come with me," he tempted but she only laughed, pulling away.

"Sex in your mother's house is one thing, sex in shower, another thing entirely."

"Hannah," he whined, but she was already gone, leaving him to pout.

She climbed down the stairs as quietly as she could, hoping not to wake anyone who had decided to sleep late. When she reached the kitchen, she found only Ginny, sipping a cup of tea as she glanced the paper, reading the small article about the prior evening's events.

"My, my you look happy," she commented. Hannah blushed, and that was when Ginny noticed her bother's jumper. She screwed up her nose, shaking her head at the thought. "Never mind, say no more."

"Are you sure?" Hannah teased and Ginny quickly nodded.

"I have heard plenty from Hermione about one of my brothers, I do not need to hear about another."

"Oh, come on," Hannah continued, nudging her ribs with her elbow.

"Knock it off before Fleur becomes my favorite sister-in-law." That froze both girls in their tracks, tension sucking the humor out of the room until they were left in thick silence. "Sorry."

"It's alright." They moved around the kitchen in awkward silence, Hannah breathing a sigh of relief when Molly interrupted them.

"Good morning, girls," she chimed, instantly setting to work on the stove, "Sleep well, Hannah?"

"Very."

"That's good. I'm glad you chose to stay instead of apparating, it can get nasty."

"Thank you for letting us stay," she replied and suddenly, without warning, she was being yanked into warm arms. It took her a moment to register that Molly had wrapped her into her arms and was hugging her for everything she was worth. "Mrs. Weasley?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just- I just want to thank you," she gushed as she pulled away, wiping away tears that surprised Hannah more than anything. When Hannah didn't say anything, she burst into a fresh patch and hugged her again before composing herself and bustling over the stove.

Hannah stared at Ginny, absolutely bewildered. George's family had been acting strange since the day before the wedding. Pulling her closer, whispering about engagement, bursting into joyful tears at the sight of her.

They had all gone mad.

The younger redhead drew her closer and stepped away from her mother.

"She absolutely adores you, can't believe George is doing as well as he is. Every time you come over, you're all we hear about for days, and after she saw you at the wedding yesterday, she can barely contain herself?"

"What happened at the wedding?" Hannah asked and Ginny burst into giggles that she did her best to cover. Hannah dragged the laughing girl from the kitchen and into the living room. "Ginny, what happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Ginny asked, she was hysterical now, doubled over as she tried to speak.

"Ginny, tell me."

"After the married couple disappeared, we were still partying, of course, and George put on a little show on in your honor."

"A show?" Hannah squeaked, shaking Ginny in a desperate attempt to get answers.

"Oh yes, fireworks by the dozen and of course, he professed his undying love for you. Swore he was going to marry if it was the last thing he did. Conjured up a dozen shooting stars just so his wish would come true and then kissed you in front of everyone. I thought mum would burst right then." Hannah flushed pink, then George appeared, and she flushed red. Ginny was still laughing and Hannah found herself unable to speak, tongue wrapping around itself as she stared.

"Morning," he said, looking back and forth between the two girls as she came down the stairs, hair as bright as her cheeks still wet from the shower. "Did I miss something?"

"Oh, my goodness, does he not remember either?"

"Remember what?"

"Nothing," Hannah yelled, suddenly gaining the ability to speak as she clapped a firm hand over Ginny's mouth, desperate to maintain her dignity a little while longer. "Absolutely nothing, we were just talking about Harry."

"Whatever you say," he laughed, kissing her forehead before slipping past them into the kitchen. A moment passed and Mrs. Weasley burst into another round of hysterics, most likely yanking George into a hug of his own.

"Not a word," Hannah whispered before stepping into the kitchen. This was clearly the wrong move. Mrs. Weasley snatched her into the hug, crushing the half-confused, half-embarrassed couple into a hug. She kissed both their cheeks before finally releasing them.

"Do you have any idea what that was about?" George asked and Hannah shook her head, not sure whether she should blush or laugh.

"No idea."

"Oh well, she was always been crazy," he teased, and then leaned in close, lips brushing her cheek as he whispered, "Now how about some breakfast before I take you home and we go for round 2?" She smiled and nodded, pushing back the idea of his drunken ramblings in favor of the present, what a present it was.