Chapter 1
George leads (y/n) to the garden, his hands covering her eyes as he takes her towards the surprise he had insisted he had. (y/n) had played along, asking silly questions about this surprise.
"Is it a...cat? Maybe it's the new book I was talking about earlier this week?"
"Why would I put a book in the garden?" He laughed, continuing to guide her out the front door, careful not to let (y/n) trip over any exposed roots or rocks on the ground.
"I don't know why you do the things you do!" (y/n) laughs, "maybe it's a new cauldron? You know we need one. The one I have is so old--"
"I'm not surprising you with a new cauldron."
"It wouldn't be a bad gift."
"This is better," he insists. "Here we are." He removes his hands from her eyes. (y/n) blinks a few times, getting used to the bright sunlight. Before her is a sign made out of metal, a large red 'W' in a fancy script painted on. It's decoratively beaten up, going well with the cottagey feeling of the home they just purchased. (y/n) turns to smile at George.
"What's this for?" she asks.
"I thought our yard was pretty bare of decor," George presses a kiss to her temple.
"What's the 'W' for?" She touches the bright red letter.
"For 'the Weasleys', of course."
"But I'm not a Weasley?" (y/n) looks up at him.
"Well, once we're married, you'll go by Weasley."
(y/n) stiffens in his arms, "I don't plan on changing my name."
"What do you mean? You don't want to go by (y/n) Weasley?"
"I just don't know why I have to? Isn't this my choice?" (y/n) looks at him bemused.
"Isn't it just weird? We wouldn't have the same name…Plus, what's wrong with Weasley?"
"Why is it weird? We'd still be married. It's not that big of a deal, George. And, I never said there was something wrong with it, I just don't see myself taking your name."
"It's just weird--"
(y/n) rolls her eyes, "It really isn't. Lots of people are choosing not to share a last name. It's not like I'm asking you to take mine. I want to be... me."
"I'm not asking you to be anyone but you, (y/n). I just--I guess I imagined something like my parents--"
"Keeping my last name doesn't negate our future from being happy," she crosses her arms.
He comes nearer, gently putting his arms around her waist, "I know that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just didn't think about this...option?"
"I just--I want to keep my identity. I'm afraid that if I take your name, I'm going to lose my entire identity and...I don't think it makes me any less of your family if I keep my name. You're still the person I want to spend my life with.
"I get that. If it would make you happy to keep your last name, then that's what you should do. Truly, I'm not offended. But... what about--what about our--" he flushes, "I know I sound like I'm getting ahead of myself...but in the future if we had any kids?"
"Would I allow them to take your name?" She smirks.
"Yeah," he pulls back slightly to gauge her reaction.
Again, (y/n) rolls her eyes, a small smile on her lips, "Of course. If that's what you want, I have no objections."