Okay ya'll, yes, here is a new story. I'm sorry, I know I need to finish the other ones, but I am STUCK on this couples, and there just aren't a lot of stories out there with them. If you like the concept, let me know, if you hate the concept, let me know! Constructive Criticism is very helpful, in all honesty.
Oh and I just wanted to leave this here, since this is a new Harry Potter story. A few days ago, last Thursday, Alan Rickman passed away, it really ruined my entire day and weekend. I just wanted to say that this Hufflepuff girl raised her imaginary wand to our beloved Professor Snape, a wonderful man, a hero, and a brilliant actor! He will be highly missed by all his fans and students!
Anyway, on to the new story.
"Always." (1946-2016)
Luna sat across the table from George Weasley, watching him knock back shot after shot of firewhiskey. She could usually talk people down from their irrational antics, it was a wonderful trait that she possessed. According to her father that is. But now, he was gone. Sighing, she saw George lean his forehead on the wood of the table.
"George." She murmured, reaching forward, taking the decanter in her hand, pulling it towards the other end of the table, away from his reach.
He didn't say anything.
"George. Please."
Sitting up, his blood shot green eyes found hers. He glared at her bright blue irises, annoyed that she was talking, annoyed that she was even sitting here with him. Didn't she see that he just wanted to be alone? Was she so thick to not realize that?
"What Lovegood? What in bleeding hell could you possibly want at this very moment?"
The words were thick with annoyance. Luna closed her eyes, her feet doing a nervous shuffle under the table.
George slammed his hand down, making her jump. "IF you are quite finished wasting my damn time then leave! I came here to be al-"
"YOU came here to drink away your pain George." Luna said, cutting him off. His heated eyes were watching her intently.
Snickering coldly, he stood up. Luna had to move her eyes up, his height now towering above her. He stumbled around the table, grasping the decanter that she had pulled towards her body. She kept a firm grip on the alcohol, which did not make him happy.
His cold smile faded, now a thin line of anger, "Let go of the damn bottle. What I do is no concern of yours."
A lump was forming in her throat, "You are going to drink yourself right into a grave George, don't you see that?"
His hand wound itself around her wrist, gripping it tightly with his own. Luna's blue eyes widened, his dexterous fingers cutting off her circulation.
"I'd rather be with Fred anyway."
The words hit her hard, pity replaced the painful expression that adorned her features. His green eyes narrowed, he let go of her wrist and he steadily bent over. Luna had to admit that for a drunk man, he was quite able to move as if he was completely sober.
He was in her personal space now, his breath was spicy, tickling her nose. She shut her eyes and held her breath.
"Do not give me that pathetic look looney."
Luna never admitted it to anyone, but she hated that nickname, sure she was an extremely odd person, she could admit that, but she was not a nut job.
"I'm not going to watch as you drown in the bottle George." She said to him, tightening her grip.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he tightened his hold so strongly that she cried out. His other hand went and grabbed her chin, forcing their eyes to connect with each other.
"I don't need your bloody permission, you're not my mother."
Luna felt the tears build up as she let go of the decanter, flexing her fingers. They were now numb and she clutched them to her chest. George raised the bottle to his lips, slugging some back.
A rush of anger filled her as she stood up. He was facing her, a smirk on his features. Luna couldn't help the next move, her emotions were on edge, since the passing of her father. She was alone now, all alone. He had no idea how she felt, or what she was going through, and she was not drowning herself in liquor. Her hand whipped out and clipped his cheek.
His head whipped to the other side, it took a minute for him to regain his composure. Luna was seething, her fingers shaking on the table beside her.
George turned his eyes to her. Luna didn't have time to think before he was on her. He backed her forcibly into the table and grabbed her hands, pinning them onto the wood. Struggling frantically, she felt the tears build in her eyes again. Luna felt him stare down at her, could smell his breath, thicker with the scent of firewhiskey.
Bending his head to her ear, he whispered hotly. "You owe me an apology for that one Lovegood."
"The hell I do." She said to him, turning her face away.
A gasp escaped her lips as he pressed himself fully into her.
Luna was not a fickle little fool. She had never been intimate with a boy, or man before, but she knew what happened when one was, or how to accomplish the said action. Like wise, the only thing she had ever done was give Neville a peck on the forehead. Now, she was being pressed into a table, by an extremely hurt, angry, tall, drunk man. The air around them grew thick with tension.
She could feel every fiber of him. He was a Quidditch player in school, meaning he was probably lined with muscle. Luna felt her body reacting to his, and it frightened her.
George was getting more aggravated with each passing second, he reached down and roughly grabbed her chin. This bloody chit had no right to plant herself in what he did with himself. Or to slap him across the face.
Moving his arms, he placed them and trapped her. His lips were deftly close to hers now. His fingers dug painfully into the tender skin on her face now. "You won't be leaving this kitchen until I get my apology."
Why were they alone? Luna was staying at Grimmauld place simply because she had nowhere else to go. Harry hardly stayed here, giving Ginny as much comfort as he possibly could.
Luna was just lucky enough to be now trapped against the table in the kitchen with an extremely drunken George Weasley.
"Get your bloody hands off of me!" Struggling, she managed to move him enough to where she could slip away from him. Advancing on her again, Luna turned and tried to slip out the door. A hand grabbed her shoulder, making a move to spin her around. The only successful thing it did was make her fall to the floor. It was so dark, she couldn't see anything.
Whimpering, she was still struggling with the drunken Weasley.
She felt him pin her to the wood in the living room.
"Tsk Tsk."
This was not the George Weasley she knew in school, not the twin that made her laugh in Dumbledore's Army. Everything about him seemed wrong. Something in him had snapped, or been extinguished, or died...she wasn't sure.
Luna whimpered again, trying to pry her wrists out of his grip.
"I-I'm sorry George. Please, let me go. This isn't you."
The look that crossed his face resembled extreme pain and shame. He let her go and scooted away from her. He moved into a fetal position and started to rock himself back and forth. Luna had never seen something so terrible in her entire life. Her anger at him suddenly left her as she moved over to him. Her tiny hand gripped his shoulder.
George started to shake as sobs wracked his form. Luna shut her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her fear disappeared, her need to protect and nurture quickly taking over.
Minutes ticked by before George was able to pull himself back together. When he did, he noticed that Luna was laying against him. After everything he had done to her that night, she was now trying to help him. What an odd girl.
He was now staring at her, and she felt him do so. Leaning forward, Luna didn't know what came over her. She kissed his cheek, feeling him tense up.
George watched as she pulled away, seeing the red blotch her face in the dim light. The haze was starting to fade away now that the firewhiskey brought to him.
Before he could think, he grabbed her wrist again, pulling her to him. He wrapped her in his arms, shoving his nose in her hair. Breathing in, he murmured, "I'm sorry Luna."
The woman nodded, stroking his back.
His closeness to her was making her blood hum with something that she didn't understand. She had to get away from him, had to go back up to her room.
George pulled away from her, watching as her eyes flipped around in slight fright. He tangled his hand in her blonde tresses, pushing it out of her face. The haze was still a little prominent for him, but it was slightly receding at a fast pace, as a different feeling took its place.
Luna's breath hitched as she watched his long fingers wind themselves into her hair.
George leaned forward, almost closing the space in between them. Luna's eyes dropped slightly, feeling the hot breath of the man on her again. This time, it was welcomed. That foreign feeling was settling itself into her bones, festering itself into her brain. In a second, his lips slid delicately over her own. The gravity seemed to slip from her, as she became aware of only the red-haired man who was taking her first kiss.
His tongue moved to part her lips, sliding through. Luna let out a tiny groan, her hand traveling up to his shirt, grazing the opening. George took notice of this, and pressed himself closer to her. The heat, oh god, the heat was smothering Luna now. The air in the living room was becoming thick with heat and tension.
She removed her lips from his, watching his facial expression. Slowly, in a swift motion, her hand was trailing up her blouse, plucking at the buttons that lined themselves down her chest. The older male watched, fire burning in his irises as she undid her shirt. Shaking his head, he reached forward and stayed her hand. "L-Luna, you do not have to do this...I-I don't want to feel as if I'm forcing you..." He finished, staring at her intently.
Luna gently pushed his hand away, continuing her course of action. "I am willingly giving this to you. There is no force that will be happening. We both know that." After her statement was finished, she was on the last button, breathing in and out, she unsnapped it, pushing her shirt open. Her plain bra was covering her from view.
George was trying to get his thoughts to straighten out. He wanted her, oh yes, he had wanted her since he had pressed himself against her in the kitchen.
He had only had anything that would be labeled as intimate one time. It was with a woman name Victoria after his seventh year at Hogwarts, right before the war. She was rather gifted, if he remembered correctly.
He needed this. He needed to get lost in something, in someone, for just a little while to forget about everything that had happened.
His own fingers unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt.
Luna was breathing heavily, feeling her nerves start to betray her. She wondered if he knew that she was a virgin? He probably figured.
Shrugging out of his shirt, Luna saw the line of muscle decorate his skin underneath. Reaching forward, her soft fingertips grazed his pectoral muscles. He shuddered, enjoying her feathery softness.
Seconds later, he was closing the distance again, moving his mouth against hers again, this time a little more urgently. Luna sighed against his lips, enjoying the feeling.
George trailed his hand down her stomach, stroking her navel. He broke away from her, looking her straight in the eye, asking her permission.
"Y-Yes." She murmured.
His large hand ran up her abdomen, to where he was cupping a cloth covered breast in his hand. His lips trailed across her temple, he pulled back and moved his hands around, moving to unhook her bra. Luna shut her eyes, feeling the little clasp give way for him. It slowly fell off her person, exposing her nipples to the drafty air that moved through the house. They hardened considerably, making her shudder.
George watched the bra fall away from the woman. Her breasts were medium sized, her nipples pink against her pale skin. He reached forward, cupping a breast gingerly. A gasp fell past her lips, her eyes watching him. George leaned forward and pressed himself against her, their chests were against each other now. Moving her backwards, he was now laying a top her in the living room. He did not care at all.
His lips played with her collarbone, before trailing down and enclosing over a soft nipple. Closing her eyes, Luna couldn't help but thrust herself forward, relishing in the feeling he was bringing her. George felt himself harden even more so.
He trailed his tongue from one breast to the other, and then down her navel. Luna was squirming now, breathing heavily. George stopped at the hem of her pants, his eyes trailing back to hers. She was staring down at him, nodding slowly. They were getting closer...
He unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them open.
Luna now only had her knickers on. They were plain just like her bra. George ran his tongue over her pubic pone, his mouth moving down to close over her womanhood. Luna let out a strangled gasp, and covered her mouth with her hand.
It took a second for him to hook his fingers into the elastic of her covering and pull them down. Thighs shaking, she allowed him to take them off of her. The cold air chilled her skin even more now. She was now completely nude in front of George Weasley, and that was okay.
He drank her in, she was a very beautiful specimen. Her skin glowed in the dim light of the room. He realized that she was trembling, it made him nervous slightly.
Luna reached for him, her own fingers working at the button to his pants. His blue eyes watched her nimble fingers, watching as she pulled his zipper down, her fingers trembling a little bit.
"Luna let's move this over to the couch shall we?" He told her, grabbing her hand, he lifted her off the hard wood floor.
George stared down at the woman on the couch, her naked flesh making his blood pump hot and fast. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, she was probably getting really nervous, as was he. Slowly, he put his fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and shimmied them down his hips.
Luna watched the tall man as he took off the last piece of clothing that was separating them from both being naked. She felt heat pool in her nether regions as she saw his manhood spring free from its confinements. A small hiss sounded from the young man as the cold air hit his shaft.
In a mesmerizing trance, Luna reached out and ran her soft fingers over his girth. George closed his eyes at her innocent exploring, relishing in her graceful movements. Luna sat up slowly, her hand never leaving him. His testicles looked tight against him, making her aware at how turned on he was. His skin had taken on a reddish hue, telling her his blood was pumping fast within him, just as hers was.
George could take no more, her fingers now working around his head. He encased his fingers over hers, stilling the movement. They locked eyes with each other.
He moved on top of her, liking the feeling of her nipples scraping against his chest. Luna could feel her heart thunder against her rib-cage, her nerves escalating higher and higher. George observed her facial expressions, she was biting her lips, looking around almost frantically.
"Luna, if this is too fast for you, you must tell me, when we get further in, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."
The younger woman shook her head, her hands running up his chest. "I'm not going to change my mind."
The words filled him up. After a brief moment of staring down at her once again, he dipped his head down and ran his tongue over the shell of her ear. Luna sucked in air in a fast motion, her back arching to him. George ran his fingers over her nipples once again, making her shudder.
Luna felt the heat pool in her belly again.
"P-Please." She muttered to him, his red hair tickling her nose.
Moving his face towards her again, he growled when his lips claimed her own. He thrust his erection against her inner thigh, eliciting another groan from the woman beneath him.
His fingers roamed further down, stopping at her womans mound.
Luna's eyes grew wide with anticipation, having never done this before she wasn't quite sure what to expect. But, she trusted him.
George touched her fully now, feeling the wetness that she harbored for him. He groaned now, loving what he was feeling. Moving his long fingers back for a second, he palmed at her opening.
Whimper.
In a moment, his index finger was pushing past her folds, burying itself in her warm cavern.
Merlin alive, she was tight.
Luna bucked her hips, the feeling absolutely foreign to her. The pressure was slightly uncomfortable, but she decided to just bare with it.
Glancing up at her, he saw the shadow of pain dance across her face. He stopped for a moment, allowing her to grow accustomed to the intrusion.
A few seconds went by, and Luna was growing impatient.
Biting her lip, she rolled her hips, telling him she was alright.
George nodded and swiftly bent his head low, level to her cunt. His finger was moving in and out of her. He saw her pink folds glisten for him. Moving forward, he took her clit in his mouth and sucked.
Luna opened her mouth and let out a low moan.
George curved his finger, as if he was beckoning someone over to him. His tongue ran over her clit now, never slowing down.
The younger woman was clutching the couch beneath her, trying her best to keep her voice low.
"G-George." She grunted, watching the red-head between her thighs.
He knew..knew she was almost there. He picked up the pace, relishing in the moans that she tried to stifle as they broke through the air.
Luna could feel the building of something very foreign and frightening. It was almost as if someone was pushing on her pelvis, and lighting her on fire at the same time. It built up, faster, stronger, higher, and then...over.
"Ah!"
Raising her hips, she let the feeling overtake her.
George felt her walls clamp on his digit. He closed his eyes, feeling his bulge jut out, wanting to bury itself in her heat.
Luna sobbed as she came down from her high, the air brushing her skin, giving her goosebumps.
George moved over her again, leaning down to nuzzle his nose in the crevice of her neck. Luna's eyes were shut tightly, wanting to continue...but, the fear of the pain crashed down upon her. Her fingers delicately stroked his shoulder blades, feeling the stiffness greet her. He really was a beautiful creature. Not overly skinny, or overly muscled.
His green eyes found her silvery-blue ones. Grinning widely, he captured her lips again.
"Luna. You are so beautiful."
A wave of unease crept over her. She had been called a lot of things in her life, but beautiful was far from any of them. It left a prickle in her chest, almost suffocating her.
She moved her thighs to rest on his hips. Thrusting up, she was telling her with movement to turn over. A dark chuckle sounded in her ear, but he complied with her wishes.
Luna was now straddling his waist, her nipples hardening again, closing her eyes she felt his thickness brush against her inner thigh. She wanted to please him, as he had pleased her.
Leaning forward, her soft lips pecked at the tender skin that lay on his collar bone. He grunted, moving his hands over her hips to cup her buttocks. Luna grew more bold and trailed her lips down his chest. George looked down at her, the softness of her blonde hair grazing his abdomen. Her hot tongue left a fire in his loins that made him feel as wild as she had.
Luna stopped at his pelvic bone, a blush settling itself on her cheeks. She could feel his cock press against her breasts. Moving down a little lower, she ran her lips over the head, tasting his pre-cum. George did an intake of breath, his hands tangling in her hair.
"Luuuuna. You don't have to do this." He said to her, in a ragged whisper.
In retaliation to what he said, she ran her tongue in circles around his length, moving her mouth down, taking him all in.
George gasped, and bucked his hips beneath her.
"Fuck yes."
Luna smiled and continued what she was doing. Minutes later, he was panting slightly, tightening his fingers in her hair almost painfully. It did nothing to slow her down there. Her nimble fingers ran out and cupped his testicles, rubbing them gently.
This is what he needed.
Grunting loudly, he felt the flame burn in his groin and he shot out his seed into her mouth.
Bleeding Christ that was good.
Luna swallowed everything he gave her, enjoying the salty taste, the texture however was a little undesired, but she gulped it down.
George shot up and grabbed her hair, slamming his mouth against hers. She whimpered against him, moving her tongue over his lower lip.
Luna fell back beneath him, breathing heavily. Her eyes roamed lower to his girth again, it was now straining again. His green eyes moved over her, licking his lips, he knelt down and captured her lips once more.
Luna wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting her own against his. They were groping each other, the flame burning steadily between them. She needed him, needed him inside her...
"Are you sure?" He asked her, "After this, I won't be able to stop."
She nodded, feeling nothing but excitement rush through her veins.
His hands moved under her hips, lifting them off of the couch. He was poised at her entrance, the tip of his penis almost going in. He knew she was a virgin, even before they began. He was going to try to be as gentle as he could.
Luna was holding her breath, waiting for him to push in.
He did.
And it hurt.
"Ah." She whimpered, throwing her head back against the couch.
George held fast, the tightness of her sheath overwhelming him. His eyes widened, his fingernails digging into his palms. He moved his hips just a little bit, making her whimper again.
A few seconds ticked by, and Luna felt comfortable enough for him to start moving again.
It felt good.
She was no longer a virgin. It made her feel wanton, and sexy.
There was a burn as he slid in and out of her though, and a stretching that made her lift her hips out of discomfort.
George closed his hot mouth over a nipple, sucking steadily. Luna wound her hands in his hair, pulling on the soft strands. She closed her eyes, the burning starting to yield down below.
"Please George..." She moaned.
George lifted up, catching the moonlight as it filtered in. The expanse of his chest, and the thrust of his hips glowed before Luna. It was remarkably sexy. He was like a fire god, instilling his reign into her. The thought made her choke on her breath, grinding her hips in a circle.
He wasn't sure if he could hold out anymore, she was so tight, so warm. Grabbing her narrow ankles, he pushed her legs open wider, letting him move deeper inside of her. Luna shut her eyes, loving the feeling of him slipping in deeper.
"L-Luna, not sure if I ca-"
He tightened his grip on her feet and growled as his orgasm crashed into him.
She was moving on his dick faster and faster, making him cum again a little bit.
"Fuck Luna!" He groaned, not having the strength to hold himself up anymore.
He almost fell upon her, but caught himself with his forearms. Laying his head against her chest, he was trying to get his breathing back under control. Jesus, was she sure she was a virgin?
Luna ran her hands through his hair as he laid upon her. Oh wow, that was wonderful.
Luna moved her hands around his back, running her nails up and down, making him shudder slightly. She was quite randy now. Her tongue moved out lightly to touch his chest. George sighed and felt himself grow hard against her thigh again. He sat up and looked down at her.
"Trying to kill me woman?"
Her eyes flashed, and she smiled.
He grabbed her wrist softly and pulled her up from the couch. Luna waved her hand at the floor as a spell popped up into her mind. A makeshift bed spread lined the floor, the fire turning up a little bit.
She led him over and pulled him down, claiming his lips again. He pressed into her, making her fall back against the softness of the quilts beneath her. She moaned and thrust her wet core against his pelvis.
George released her mouth and pulled up.
"Get on your knees Luna," he whispered.
She stared wide-eyed at him, not sure what he was implying, but she did as she was told.
George looked at her ass, it was so bubbly and soft. He pushed his length against the cheeks, making her gasp.
"N-No, not this way, it's not right."
George moved up and grabbed her breasts, massaging the nipples between his fingers. Luna bit her lip, keeping the moan at bay. Then, he was stroking her labia, his fingers grazing her clit over and over again.
"Luna." He whispered, slipping his finger inside of her wetness.
Pushing her hips back further, she moaned in response.
"Do you want me Luna?" His voice was thick with arousal, which made her even wetter.
"Yes."
He stopped what he was doing to her, not pleased with that pitiful answer of hers.
Oh Merlin, why had he stopped?
"I didn't hear you Luna, what was that?"
"Please." She almost yelled, "I want you."
George pushed his head against her entrance, moving in steadily. Luna gripped the blanket, adjusting to his depth.
He was softly thrusting in and out of her, enjoying her tightness once again. Shutting his eyes, he willed himself to not cum before her. Moving his fingers around, he found her clit and started to rub it in circles.
Luna was gasping below him, feeling her cunt start to heat up.
"George." She moaned, thrusting her hips with his.
She was almost there, she knew it. His hands spread out her hair on her back. Leaning down, he kissed the juncture where her hips flared out. Luna felt it crash over her as he was rubbing her clit, the heat traveled from her pelvis all the way up to her chest. She groaned and flattened herself harder against him, riding out the wave of pleasure.
She gripped him tightly, and he knew she was flying over the precipice. He groaned and followed her into oblivion as well.
Afterwards, they laid on the blanket, gently touching each other, talking about small things.
Luna sighed and sat up, staring down at George. She knew this was probably a one night thing, George was lonely, and depressed and she was just kinda 'there.'
She could even see it, the distance in his eyes was starting to cloud over again. He sat up, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Luna, I-"
Putting her hand up, she silenced him. She grabbed one of the loose blankets and wrapped it around herself, standing up. "It was nothing George, I understand."
The man watched as a sad smile graced over her features, and it made him feel even worse than he already did. If that was all possible.
Luna didn't want him to see her tears. When she reached the doorway, she bent low and grabbed her clothing. She shut her eyes and counted to ten.
The stairs were in reaching distance and when she stepped on the first one the tears clouded over and fell.
George picked up his pants and slid them on, shakily buttoning them. Had they just had sex? Yes, yes they had. It first started with him being furious with her, but then...something shifted, changed. He couldn't pin point it, he and Luna had never really been close to each other. If memory served him correctly, he hadn't been close to anyone but Fred.
He had always noticed her though. He had always thought she was a pretty woman, extremely odd, but pretty non the less.
The feeling that he had just used her took over him. He shut his eyes and rubbed his temples, he knew what Fred would do, if he was here. He would have probably slapped him and called him an idiot. Which was what he deserved.
Gathering everything together, he extinguished the lights and looked once more at the stairs, seeing if she would come down again.
She didn't.
The clock that flashed read 4:23 a.m. Jesus, how long had they been at it?
George needed to go.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and in stepped Harry.
The black headed boy gently closed the door, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on a rack by the entrance.
George was stuffing his wand in his pocket when their eyes clashed.
"George. Christ man, you scared me." Harry said to him, his hand moving instinctively to his side to grasp his wand.
"Sorry." The red head mumbled, trying to walk past the younger wizard.
"Is everything okay George?" He questioned.
George stopped and turned around, the aggravation pinching up his features. "Yes."
At that simple word, he turned and left the house, leaving Harry very confused.
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