Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this book nor am I the author of this book. I am simply making a fanfic for this book.
Pairing: George Weasley/ Draco Malfoy
Warning: This fanfic will be starting out with crude sexual content and will also have some violence. Please proceed with that in mind. It will turn into more of a romance later on but this is what I had in mind for the beginning. I hope you enjoy.
Scene: Fred Weasley's funeral.
It was a grim day, a day that everyone was dreading. George stood in the back of the room as people gathered to pay their respects to his dearly departed brother. Fred was his second half, his reason for living. He had never been alone like this before, it was hard for it to set in, was this really happening? Yes, it was. Their in that casket was the remains of his twin.
George couldn't get up the courage to walk over to the casket to say goodbye to his brother. He didn't want it to end. It wasn't Fred's time to die, he was so young.
As the day went on, people came and went. The Weasley family was the last ones in the room now, the tears in their eyes dried up from crying all day. George's mother walked up to him, putting her hand on his cheek, speaking in a soft, crackly voice, "I know you need more time, we will see you at home." And with that the rest of the Weasley's walked out, the door closing behind them.
George sat down in the back row, his gaze empty, then suddenly there was a noise. The door was opening. Who else was there that hadn't already come? No one George could think of. Then he saw him, it was Draco Malfoy, the son of a Death-eater.
Draco hadn't seen George sitting in the back, he thought everyone had left. He was waiting to pay his respects after everyone was gone so he didn't offend anyone. He had never wanted the life his father made him have. He wanted to have caring friends, he was always jealous of Harry Potter and how everyone loved him.
As Draco walked up to the casket, which was now closed, something snapped in George and he ran up behind him. He slammed a hand down on the casket, standing directly behind Draco, his nostrils flaring in angry, "What do you think you're doing, you bloody death-eater?"
Draco shuddered and trembled at the loud noise and he breath on his neck. He didn't dare turn around, he had always been a coward, "I'm sor-..." He was unable to finish.
George gripped onto Draco's hair and pulled his head back, "I don't want to hear your lies. How dare you come to my brother's funeral, you worm."
Draco didn't move, he knew he deserved this. Because of his cowardice and his father's alliance with Voldemort, people died. This is one thing he wouldn't run away from.
With no response from Draco, George got even more angry. He threw Draco to the floor violently and pressed one of his shoes over Draco's back, pushing down hard, "I am going to make you pay for what you've done. It's all your fault Fred is dead!" But it wasn't all his fault and George knew that deep down. He was taking out all of his built up emotions on Draco but he was blind to it. He was lost in his emotions that he wasn't George in this moment.
He unbuckled his pants and knelt down on the floor, grabbing Draco and pulling him up on all fours, also undoing Draco's pants. George pulled Draco's pants down and then his own. Before Draco could react George was already inside of him, violently thrusting into him.
George's eyes welled up with tears, all of his emotions hitting him all at once, he just kept thrusting as fast as he could go.
Draco pressed his head against his hands which were supporting him as he stayed in this position. He kept quiet and still, only letting out small whimpers of pain. He had been through pain like this before. His father had beaten him before, trying to toughen him up. Draco felt that he deserved this act of revenge so he didn't resist.
George could feel himself getting closer to climax and when he got there he pulled out quickly and slumped over Draco, cumming on to the floor. He held himself up with his hands, looking down at Draco who was now laying on the floor. George sat up on his knees now, looking to the wall in front of him at the back of the room.
Suddenly there was a noise, the door opening. Then there was a scream which made George snap back into reality. He turned his head towards the scream, it was his mother "George…. what have you done?" She stared at them in horror.
George didn't know what she was looking at, he turned his head and looked down to see that he and Draco were half naked, Draco bloody and cringing underneath him. George was dumbfounded. What had he done? He just took out all of his rage on Draco in the most disturbing way. Draco didn't deserve this rage, he had never done anything.
"Draco…" Before George could say anything, Draco stood up, using all of his strength, and ran out of the building, pushing past George's mother.
George sat there, looking down at the mess on the floor. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, he really fucked up, "I guess people really do stupid things when they lose someone."
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