George Weasley Ear Novels & Stories

"Open your eyes wide! See what this is, and then take your sniveling nephew and get out of my private room!" George's eyes bulged. He snatched the Draken Order, fingers trembling as he scrutinized it.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. For some strange reason, I wanted to know if George was alright. Relief kindled in my chest as my eyes landed on him. He was on the stairs, holding his head. He looked dazed and confused, his gray eyes turning a yellow hue, like he wanted to shift into his wolf.

It clearly showed that George aimed perfectly. "Yes, I did. Am I proud of what I did? Absolutely. And I am going to do that again if you don't stop talking. Why have you chosen to embarrass me this way, Dexter?" George snarled. It didn't seem like he was going to give up pretty soon. His eyes looked so scary. His veins weren't left out, too, as they popped out of his neckline when he screamed. His face has suddenly evolved from white to pink due to his constant shouting.

George held the bridge of his nose and shut his eyelids, a zap caused by stress running through his bilateral temples, then he shook his head and grabbed his coat. "Where are you going?" Carolynn asked while watching George march to the door. George didn't answer. He slipped on his coat and pulled up the collar. "You can't leave me here like his George, You can't just run off to your little sl-" "If you treasure your tongue and windpipe, I suggest you stop talking right now." George warned Carolynn, and when he looked at her, she saw his eyes. Pure Black. Carolynn gulped and sealed her jaw. She knew when not to push.

else. “What… What is…” I sat up, reaching up to touch where he had, and instantly yanked my hand away when I met something covered in… fur. “Audrey…” Edwin’s voice was full of awe, reverence, and maybe even a hint of amusement as he pointed at my head. “Your wolf ears are showing.”

"For you Alpha, since you haven't eaten for a while now, I figured you must be really hungry." "Aren't you being picky?" George, who had just entered, frowned at Elora. "When I returned you didn't organize such for me." "You, who were sulking over your wife and that lady, you wouldn't even eat." "Am I missing out on something, George?" I asked, as Elora walked out. George's face was now stuffed with food. "I can't hear you," he shot back, his mouth filled. "You know your mouth is the only thing blocked and not your ears, right?"

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-FOUR *"I have no other choice do I?" * "You haven't told her yet? What are you waiting for old friend? Time is not on your side you know." George wailed through the phone pinned to Mr Jordan's ear as he faced the window of his bedroom. He puffed out a deep breath and twirled the glass of whisky in his other hand. His hazel eyes were gleaming with sadness.

But she couldn't recover anytime soon. George was rather annoyed that they had work to do. Otherwise, right now, he would have been embracing her tightly in his arms and kissing her senseless. Even so, he just couldn't hold back and pecked her lightly on the lips another two more times. His eyes caught the fair skin at her earlobe gleaming beneath the light layer of powder. It was like a glowing piece of soft white jade and even carried a light fragrant scent to it. He swallowed hard and his hot breath blew onto her earlobe. He then said in a low husky voice.

I look up at them–father and daughter… Great-Grandfather, and Grandmother of my son–and notice the lines of concern and confusion casting shadow’s across their faces. I look down at the baby and notice his pointed ears. “What is that?” Ryatt asks again with unease wrapping through every syllable. Kenna’s at a loss for words for a moment before saying, “I’ve never seen that before.” “It’s nothing,” I tell them testily. “He’s not deformed, if that’s what you’re getting at.” I shift my position to try to ease the knot in my back. “It’s uncommon, but some people in Emberfyll are born with it–” Ryatt grabs my ear, pinching along the faded, hairline scar on the back of my ears. I yank of his grasp