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Chapter 1 : Stolen
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George Weasley walked up the stairs of an apartment building. He was picking up his girlfriend for her eighteenth birthday. It was the dead of winter (well, it was only December, but it felt like the dead of winter) and freezing cold in the stair well.
‘Number 533,’ he kept saying to himself as he trudged up countless flights of stairs. He had no clue how his girlfriend did this more than twice a day. ‘There it is.’
George knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
A very petite woman with curly dark brown hair and stunning blue eyes answered. George stepped in the apartment at her insistence.
“You’re early! What’s gotten into you?” the woman said jokingly.
“I just couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face, Martina,” George answered. Martina laughed. “What? I was being serious.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet, George. Can I get you anything?”
“No,” George said, looking at his watch. “We had better get going. Our reservations are at eight thirty.”
“But I’m not ready yet!” Martina said, gesturing to her sweat pants and sweatshirt.
“Oh, well then hurry up, it’s six thirty! Don’t forget we have to go to your parents’ house, too.” Martina turned around and walked into the bedroom. George sat down on the couch. He looked out the window at the heavily falling snow.
We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away
About ten minutes later, Martina walked back into the living room area. George turned around. He was speechless.
“You look, you look, you look stunning,” he stuttered. Martina blushed as she pushed a curl out of her face.
“Thank you,” she replied quietly.
She was wearing a royal blue dress that brought out the blue in her eyes. She had on crème colored high heels that matched surprisingly well. She had on very little eye makeup and a light pink lip gloss. Her hair was up in a messy bun, allowing her curls to fall freely, framing her face.
“Are you ready to go?” George said, holding his arm out.
“As soon as I get my coat on; it’s freezing outside.” George took her coat off the coat hanger for her and held it out as she put each of her arms through the arm holes. She took her gloves out of her pockets as he did the same and put a hat on. His hand lingered longer in one of his coat pockets, but Martina didn’t seem to notice. George took a long look at what he thought was the most beautiful woman in the world for a few moments while she made sure all of the lights were turned out in her flat.
You have stolen my heart
After those few moments, George and Martina were walking hand in hand down a snowy Diagon Alley. George held Martina close as they walked. They were on their way to her parents’ house for her birthday party with friends and family. They would then go out for dinner.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back, kissing him on the cheek.
When they got to the front porch, Martina knocked on the door.
“Martina’s here!” a young, blonde girl shouted. When the door was whipped opened by the same girl, the smell of German food wafted out.
“Hi, Julie,” Martina said as Julie gave her a hug.
Martina walked in first and then George.
The party went well, but too, too terribly slowly for George’s taste. He was impatient, and his girlfriend of three years noticed.
“George, are you okay?” she asked as he took another sip of some German alcohol that was being served to those twenty and over. He nodded. She still wore a concerned look.
“I’m sure.” She took his answer hesitantly.
Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
As soon as time allowed, George got them both out of her parents’ house, even though she thought it too early to say goodnight. They walked down the even snowier Diagon Alley again.
“Where are you taking me?” Martina said in her typical happy voice.
“You’ll see,” George said. Martina smiled widely. It was his favorite smile in the world.
You have stolen my heart
They walked in the restaurant, and Martina was stunned at how classy it was.
“George,” she breathed.
“Yes?” he answered.
“Why?” she said, not rudely at all. He simply shrugged his shoulders as they were shown to their seat.
They ate their dinner in a comfortable silence that they both enjoyed.
A slow song came on after they finished their dinner.
“May I have this dance?” George asked, standing up and holding out his hand to Martina.
“Of course,” she answered softly.
And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well
She rested her head in his chest as they danced. He placed his chin lovingly on the top of her head. Martina’s head snuggled even farther into his dress shirt and he didn’t mind.
You have stolen
You have stolen my heart
Her heels made a clacking noise on the hardwood dance floor. It may have annoyed some people, but not George. There was comfort in the sound. It was almost like dripping water. It is a simple and comfortable sound. He felt Martina’s eyes closing. He knew she wasn’t falling asleep, but simply day dreaming. She did that quite often and he loved it. He teased her about it, but she knew he wasn’t being mean even though she sometimes got angry. The part came in the song where George was supposed to spin her around.
I watch you spin around in the highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel
Martina always felt at home in George’s arms. They were strong from playing Quidditch, but he held her gingerly. He never squeezed her too hard and he never squeezed her too little. It was always just right. She loved him with all of her heart and she knew that he loved her. He always told her so, but not necessarily in front of ‘the guys.’ She didn’t mind, though. She knew it was a ‘guy thing.’ He also made her feel beautiful, even though she didn’t believe it. She did believe that George thought she was beautiful, though. She felt at home and didn’t want to leave his arms to spin.
As they walked down Diagon Alley, George abruptly stopped. He then Apparated while holding Martina’s hand. They wound up in a garden caked with snow and ice that looked stunning. George looked at Martina with a nervous expression. He fell to his knee and reached for something in his pocket. A tear fell from Martina’s eye.
“Martina Heidi Klein, I honestly can’t live without you. I love you. Will you marry me?” Martina placed a hand over her mouth in shock. George opened the velvet box that he was holding to reveal a simple, diamond banded, diamond engagement ring. He then stood up. He didn’t stand up because the ice was cold on his leg; he stood up because Martina was crying. He swept her up in a hug and she rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Yes,” she said softly, answering a question that would alter their futures forever.
George pulled her into a passionate kiss, neither of them caring they were in public. They had stolen each others hearts.
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
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