A Very Curious Neighbor

What must it be like to live next door to the Weasleys'? Especially if you are already curious about one particular Weasley – George finds out just how curious one neighbor really is.

Author's Notes: This was a challenge to use 12 random words in a short story. My words to look for were:

balloon, stationary store, fireworks

fluffy slippers, baby crying, hippogriff

misfired spell – spell gone wrong, lace, ice

pot of tea, diary, vibrator

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She stood at her sink doing her dishes, staring out the window, stunned. Deni had been watching a balloon float away up into the clouds when she spotted it. She wasn't sure, but it looked like a guy was riding on a… winged horse. Only this winged horse wasn't really a horse. The front was all wrong. In a swoop the animal was gone…in the grove of apple trees just beyond her garden fence. Deni was amazed.

Ottery St Catchpole was a really nice little village: a post office, a stationary store and a nice little market. There was a clothing boutique, if you liked vintage style clothing, and two restaurants. One was a small place the locals frequented, and the other a nicer restaurant with linen on the tables. There was a very nice apple orchard behind her house, and not far away was Otter River where Deni liked to fish with her father or swim. And there was Stoat Hill, a nice place to go for hikes and an occasional picnic.

Her family had moved in only last summer, and already things occasionally caught her attention, things that were not, well, normal. Sometimes sitting at her window in her room, she thought she saw things: heads popping up over the apple trees, odd flashes of light, occasional puffs of oddly colored smoke, and she once thought she saw someone riding on a broom. Sometimes, she noticed cloaked figures quickly passing through the village, other times, people in odd combinations of clothes. And there were the Weasley boys, especially Fred and George Weasley. Full of pranks and mischief, some of the locals said. But Deni liked them, especially George.

Deni had seen George on several occasions, kind of stocky – in a strong looking way – with red hair, and his twin, who liked to come into the village to get stationary supplies. Well, it was Tammy they went to see most likely. She was a very pretty girl, with thick curly blonde hair and big deep blue eyes, so unlike Deni, with her long straight dark hair and silver-violet eyes. Tammy was her friend, Deni thought, I shouldn't be so jealous of my best mate but…I wish… Deni kicked at the floor. I wish he noticed me, like the guys always noticed Tammy.

George had spoken to her, of course, lots of times, teased her, and he had been really charming and all. He'd even kissed her, on the cheek actually. Deni wished she'd just turned her head a little, then it would have been a real kiss. Deni closed her eyes at the imaginary thought of kissing George Weasley.

Tammy had said she liked the other brother, Fred, because he could do magic tricks. Deni was certain that George could do every magic trick Fred could do. George was just as funny, just as handsome, and just as, well, cool.

Deni finished up and went upstairs to her room and changed into her white silky nightdress and matching robe. She pulled out her diary and was about to start writing her daily entry when a loud bang caught her attention. Looking out her bedroom window, there was an explosion of color, fireworks! Fireworks in the sky: large long tails of silver stars were shooting in the air, bursting into huge chrysanthemums as another soared past. It was incredible! There were so many! It almost looked like each time a chrysanthemum burst, it sent off another blazing tail of sliver stars that burst into another chrysanthemum, again and again. But fireworks didn't do that – did they?

Deni slipped on her fluffy bunny slippers and ran from her room. From off in the distance, Deni could hear other doors slamming, dogs barking, and a baby crying in the village. The fireworks seemed to be coming from the big house on the other side of the apple orchard. That was the Weasley house! Without thinking, Deni ran into the orchard through the trees. She had to know.

Streamers of silver stars shot though the trees occasionally, and then shot up to burst over the tree tops. In a clearing in the orchard, Deni saw them. The twins were there with another man, older, with long shaggy dark hair, very thin, fighting what was…a winged horse-like, half eagle… thing, pulling on his rope. The fireworks must have startled the…creature, and it wanted to – um, fly away, obviously.

"Calm down, Buckbeak, calm down, you're okay, now…" the man was saying as they struggled with – um, it. "George, don't just stand there, do something!"

"Get that hippogriff under control, will you? Mum doesn't know you flew him here!" one of the twins was yelling. "Mum will have a fit enough about the fireworks!" A flash of light shot past the winged, horse-like, animal, snapping its – beak at the two guys, who were struggling to calm it.

"You had to demonstrate them, didn't you?" the other accused. "What was that spell you used, or should I say blundered, anyway? Don't stun him, George! I need ropes!" He must be Fred then, Deni thought as she watched.

"I just wanted to show what they did!" George answered back as a potato-like lump appeared in his hand, squealing. A potato – squealing? "Here, give him this!" he said, tossing the squealing lump at the animal. The huge beast must have seen the squealing potato and snapped it out of the air. Deni stood rooted watching.

"You were only supposed to light one!" the man said as he struggled with the creature.

"Alright already, so my spell went wrong, and we set off a show. Big deal!" George said as he caught another squealing potato mid air and tossed it to the creature.

"I'd hate to be in your shoes when you go back home. Your mum is going to really go off about this one!" the man said, side-stepping the front legs as the, talons (?) came down hard on the ground by his feet. Deni was completely transfixed on the scene before her.

Finally, it seemed that the man and the twins got that – that hippo-something under control and were walking it back through the trees. Cautiously, Deni slipped around the tree she was hiding behind to watch the animal being lead away. Suddenly, one of the twins turned, holding a stick-like thing. He was pointing it at her, like a knife, as if he would fight her with it. Deni took a startled step back into the trees.

George stood there staring at her, taking in her appearance, from her fluffy bunny slippers, to her lace trimmed, white silky night dress and a matching robe, which hung open and billowed in the breeze. Deni laid her hand over the lace of her nightdress that covered her chest, blushing. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I should be asking you that question. At least I'm dressed for a walk in the orchard…" he said, smirking. "Not like some ghostly apparition, come to take my breath away. Well fit, by the way." Deni looked down and blushed even more as she quickly wrapped her robe around her. She could tell by his look, though, that he had had an eye full of her in her nightdress.

"I saw the fireworks, and I… wanted to see… your…" Deni stuttered, as he walked over to her. Her voice was uncertain, almost sounding like she was asking him.

"I'm George," he said as he walked up to her, his eyes boring into hers. "I imagine you like what you see then?"

"Yes, very much," she stated, looking at him, trapped in his stare. Deni shivered, more from his look than the mild night temperature.

"Maybe I should walk you back home?" George asked, his intense stare making her whole body feel exposed to the night air.

"Uh huh, I mean, yes, I'd like that," she said, never taking her eyes from his. She didn't move a step until he placed his hand on her arm. "Oh, yes, right. I live just through the trees – that way."

"What was that creature?" Deni finally asked as they walked through the trees to her home. George tried to explain that it wasn't what she thought, but finally explained it was a hippogriff, an animal owned by his friend. Deni was fascinated by his explanation, and wanted to know more. "Do you want to come in?" she asked tentatively as they reached the kitchen door, hoping he'd say yes.

"Yes," he said, smiling at her, as he stepped into the spotless red and white kitchen.

"Do you want a glass of water?" she asked as he followed her. A cold pot of tea still sat on the unlit stove, a ridiculous fruit and spice blend Deni liked drinking over ice. "I would offer tea, but it's still seeping. I have soda if you'd like?" Deni chided her self, I sound like a blooming idiot, she thought as she bit her lower lip.

"Sure," George said casually, watching her. "I'll have a soda. You let your tea cool?" he asked, noticing the pot was full. Deni moved from the cupboard to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda handing it to him. Their fingers brushed as he took the can from her, and Deni felt an electric jolt by the contact. His fingers felt warm and strong, like he used his hands a lot.

"It's a tea I get from my cousin. I usually let it sit all night until it is really dark before drinking. That way the ice doesn't weaken the tea. I had it when our family went to Venice Beach."

"Venice? When did you go to Italy?" he asked impressed.

"No, actually Venice Beach is a town in California, the United States. My family went to visit family in California. I went to Venice Beach with my cousin. Ice?" she asked, turning around, holding two glasses, one full of ice.

"Sure, thank you," he said. Deni dropped several ice cubes into his glass, and then poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were shaking slightly and Deni hoped he hadn't noticed. He was here, in her house, with her, and Deni was secretly – elated came to mind actually.

He moved closer and was standing inches away as he took his glass from her. He had a smudge of dirt on his jaw, probably from dealing with his friend's pet; what did he call it? Oh, yeah, a hippogriff. "Where are you're parents now?" he asked.

"Mum is in Exeter, taking care of my grandmother; she fell, and can't get around. Dad is away on business. He'll be back by Monday," Deni said, trying to sound more casual than she felt.

George didn't back away as Deni intended to move toward the kitchen table, but where he was standing, he was blocking her. She sipped her water, hoping her hands were steadier than she felt.

George drank most of his soda in large gulps, watching her. "You know this is the first time I've been alone with you?" he said. "Are you scared?" His eyes were sparkling with mischief. The way his eyes roamed over her made her heart race and made her feel like she was glowing.

"No, should I be?" Deni asked, her stomach felt like rumbling knots, and she was wishing he would kiss her. Just as the thought ran through her head, George placed his free hand on her shoulder and leaned in to place his lips on hers.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Deni sighed as the kiss ended. Deni stood frozen, her eyes closed a second before it registered, and then she slowly opened her eyes to see him smiling at her.

George took her glass and then set the two glasses on in the counter before turning and placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her toward him. His second kiss was just as soft and light as the first, then firmer. Deni slid her hands up his arms and around him to keep her balance as he deepened his kiss. She didn't even notice the tie on her robe coming undone as she did so.

Her robe slipped open, as his hands slid around her waist, and she moved into his embrace. 'Oh, my God, he can kiss…' Her mind reeled as his mouth claimed hers. Deni slowly moved her hands, fingers splayed over his back and up his shoulders. His muscles rippled under her exploring touch.

They seemed to kiss for hours. George leaned against the kitchen counter as he held her, so that she was leaning against him and even when his hands began to roam over her, Deni didn't pull away. She even forgot she was still only wearing her nightdress and robe, standing in her fuzzy bunny slippers, in her family's kitchen.

Deni moaned as George trailed his kisses down her neck to her shoulder and back. His soft laugh was a purr against her lips. "Where is your room?" he asked seductively in her ear.

"Upstairs, second floor, to the right," she said, as his mouth covered hers, Deni pointed at the ceiling. "It's above the…" she never got the word out as he pulled her into his arms, and suddenly, she felt squeezed into him as if they were sliding through a straw and burst out again standing in her room. He held her as she caught her balance. "How? What? W-what happened?" she asked, confused.

"Just a bit of magic," George said as he steadied her on her feet. He was laughing at her, amused. "Scared?" George once again pulled her to him, kissing her soundly.

"But how did we…" Deni tried to ask, "get here…I mean…" between kisses.

"Don't worry about it. I told you, magic," George said, as his mouth claimed hers, silencing her concerns.

He stopped, looked at her as he brushed a strand of her hair off her cheek. His gaze left her face and surveyed her room, which was usually neat and tidy. Except that now the covers of her bed had been turned down, and her desk was covered with her schoolwork and her diary, which lay open. She watched George as he surveyed her room, noting the look he gave her trundle bed with it shiny brass frame wrapping around three sides.

"You have a very nice room," he said simply. "Looks like you were ready for bed," he said mockingly as he swooped her up and placed her squarely on her bed. Deni started to protest when she heard his shoes hit the floor and he stretched out beside her. "I'm fully dressed," he said, as he nibbled on her jaw, trialing kisses to her neck, "and I'll stay that way until you decide otherwise."

As he slid into the bed next to her, his hand slipped under her pillow, and he pulled out a small rounded cylindrical object. Deni grabbed it from him, embarrassed and tried to hide it, but George was too quick. His hand caught hers, and deftly his fingers pulled the vibrator from her hand and it began to vibrate.

His smile spoke volumes. "What is this?" he asked, holding the thing so he could see it.

"Nothing! I saw it in one of the shops in Venice Beach when I went there with my cousin last summer," she said, making an attempt to get it away from him. "It's a novelty thing…"

"I'll say!" He ran the small device on her stomach and around one breast teasing her nipple with it. Deni looked at him in shock, but liking the sensation he was causing. "So what do you do with it?" he asked.

Deni blushed. "Nothing!" she exclaimed.

George held the vibrator to his nose and inhaled. "Nothing huh?" George kissed her again, his body balanced slightly over hers, his free hand moving over her body with the vibrator. Every time she tried to reach for it, he stopped her.

Her kisses had become as passionate as his. She slowly became aware he had been edging her nightdress up her legs, the worn material of his jeans pressing against her skin. "Please…" Deni let out in a labored breath as she met his kiss with an open mouth.

His tongue teased around her parted lips. "Please, what?" he asked. The hand that held vibrator slipped to her groin, and Deni gasped. George grabbed her hand as she reached down and moved it up to her pillow. "If you want me to stop, say so…" he said, holding her lightly.

The vibrator hummed at the juncture of her groin. "No, I…don't," she said, looking into his eyes she lost her words.

"Stop?" he asked.

"No," she simply said. George kissed her and she responded to him. Her head was light and her body quivered. His hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple with feather light flicks. Deni reached down to remove the vibrator, and her hand brushed against his groin, and she froze, feeling it against the back of her hand. He was hard, it pulsed toward her, although confined in his jeans, and her eyes flew up to meet his. He smiled at her and pressed her hand against him, inviting her to touch.

Deni was surprised when he pulled the button of his jeans and the zipper slid easily down. George guided her hand into his jeans and let her feel him. He was hard, the skin like velvet, and Deni ran her hand up and down its length, marveling at the silkiness of it against her palm.

George undid his shirt and removed it as she touched him. Her robe fell off her shoulders as he pulled her up to sit, gently slipped her nightdress off her body and stared at her. "You are very well fit, Deni, really beautiful."

"You are too," she managed, as her eyes roamed over him as well. George kissed her lightly before he removed his jeans and pants. George wrapped his arms around her as they lay back onto the bed, kissing and letting their hands explore. He was slowly exploring every part of her, every inch of her body. Deni tried to do the same to him, but her efforts made him smile, apparently, instead of the heart pounding, irregular breathing and dizziness he was causing in her.

George mumbled something under his breath; she vaguely heard him utter some kind of foreign words. "Sorry?" Deni asked confused.

"Nothing, just how beautiful you are, that's all," he said as he fumbled with the stick she remembered him having. "Deni have you ever – you know, done this before?" he asked.

She shook her head and felt the smooth surface of the stick, felt it tickle her as he drew it up her stomach as he moved, mumbling softly, and then tucked it under the pillow. Deni didn't catch what he said and tried to watch what he was doing. "Oh, don't you worry about that; it's just something I had in my pocket." He looked her in the eyes. "Sometimes I'm told this hurts at first; it shouldn't be too bad." And Deni nodded as he positioned himself above her.

She could feel him at her entrance as he began to kiss her ardently. His tip teased at her, pressing against her, as his hands moved over her occasionally flicking her nub between her legs, making her lift into him. She caught her breath as the first shock of pain ripped through her. George held still, kissing her in places that he had before, his hands and kisses eliciting responsive reactions in her, and her mind relaxed into the sensations. She felt the vibrator again on her sensitive spot, sending shuddering vibrations through her body, and Deni lifted into him as George slid into her.

Pain and pleasure hit her as George whispered, "Relax," in her ear, and she tried to do as he urged. George kissed her passionately, drawing her attention from the pain as he moved inside her. The sensations he was making were incredible. As they moved together, as they each devoured each other, Deni felt the drive build in her, wanting for more, and she moved her body to his rhythm.

When waves of intense feelings rippled out from her center, Deni clamped down on him, making George groan and suddenly she felt like she was melting into water and soaring at the same time. She gripped on to his shoulders as the spasms rocked through her and then edged away. George let out a moan and cried out her name before he collapsed on top of her. Deni closed her eyes, wishing the feeling would come back, not wanting to move.

George reached above her and pulled out his stick. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice now tentative and concerned.

"Uh huh, I'm fine," she said, her breathing slowly becoming normal. She opened her eyes to see him shove his stick onto his clothes. He was sweaty, and she guessed she was too, but it felt really nice.

They had lain there for a long time, talking softly before he said he had to leave. After he dressed, Deni walked George to the kitchen door, wearing her robe and fuzzy slippers. "Can I see you again?" he had asked, and when Deni nodded saying, "Sure," George pulled her into a hug and gave her a deep kiss before turning and running through her garden into the apple trees.

Deni stood watching him disappear, leaning against the doorway, sighing. The crickets began to sing before she turned back inside and closed the door.