Good Night. Chapter 2
By ShellCottage
Ok, so he said it. Just like that, he just came up to me at breakfast and told me everything. He said: "Oi, George, listen. Angelina and I, well we're together. That's ok, right? Cheers, mate." And then we disappeared through the door with a piece of toast still clenched between his lips. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with everybody these days?
After the Yule Ball there seemed to be an upheaval in the couple department, what with Fred getting along with Angelina, and Alicia Spinnet with that Wallace guy from Ravenclaw, and Hermione with Krum. And not only that, even Hagrid and that Madame Maxime, strolling about in the edge of the forest. What is wrong with these people?
I slump over an armchair in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Fred to come from wherever he is at. But it seems I'll be waiting for some time. I get the forms out for Weasley Wizard Wheezes and start scribbling in one of the parchments. I do a couple of arithmetic operations just to find out, as we have known since the summer, that without that gold Ludo Bagman has refuse to pay us is impossible to continue with the joke shop. Man, now I wish that money was still in our hands. But Fred doesn't care anymore, it seems as if being with Angelina has wash his brain of any intelligent thought.
Ron comes down the spiral stair case and glances toward Ginny and Hermione doing homework in a corner. He scowls and flops down beside me. I hastily pull back the parchments and quill and drop everything back into my bag.
"What's up?" Ron asks, looking even grouchier.
"Never you mind, little bro. It's none of your business." I say. But my words seem to pass unnoticed as Ron keeps glancing toward Ginny and Hermione.
"Oh, no, you too?" I ask in astonishment.
"Me too what?" he says absentminded.
"You are in love too? C'mon, I knew you had a thing for Hermione, but up till now you have been a good kid and've stayed away from it."
"WHAT?" Ron stands up indignantly, his face screw in anger. "What the hell? I am no—I mean, are you mental?"
He strolls back the spiral staircase, looking as gloomily as ever to Hermione's corner.
I get comfortable in my chair, looking longingly at the fire soaring against the snowy window. It has started to grow dark outside, and once again I wonder where the fuck is Fred. He ought to be with Angelina, no doubt, but I mean, there is a limit as to how much one can snog a day, right? They ought to get bored sooner or later. Fred has never before had a girlfriend. He must be so clumsy in this type of things; I bet he has been doing a fool of himself. I bet he can't even kiss Angelina properly. I bet I can do it better.
Katie comes walking with her bag over her shoulder looking rather panicky. She sits down opposite me and gets all her books and parchment out and starts scribbling for a couple seconds. And then her voice pierces through my ears and she makes me withdraw from my thoughts.
"…I mean, why does she do it? Why can't she give us a break? A two-foot-long essay on Vanishing Spells? And I am supposed to master them for the end of February. With all that has been going on how does she expect us to concentrate in our O.W.L.s? The Yule Ball was last month and everything, and then the second task is due to the 24th of February, right? With all that interesting stuff going on how are we suppose to study? I need a break. What are you doing?"
"Ah, nothing really." I say.
"We should get out of here. I'm starving. I couldn't go to dinner because of this stupid essay. I have been in the library ever since Transfiguration."
"Get out of here? And go where?"
"Well, I don't know. You're George Weasley, you sure know some interesting places, right? Maybe to the kitchens as I have a terrible crave for Treacle tart." She says standing up.
I stand up, too. Well, an evening with Katie is not what I have planned. But Fred is nowhere to be seen, and Alicia must be in a cupboard with that Wallace prat from Ravenclaw. What the hell, I might as well go and have fun.
We arrive at the portrait of the fruits a couple minutes later. Katie is smiling as wide as ever and she giggles when I tickle the pear. A door in the form of the pear appears, and Katie climbs through it in no time. A heard of House-elves is bowing to us the minute we're inside.
"Hello, master George Weasley, and mistress. Welcome back. Is there anything we cans do for you?" said a particularly knobby elf with its nose almost touching the floor.
"Oh, hi. Yeah, my friend Katie is hungry and wants a bit of…What is you said you craved?" I say to Katie who is looking rather fixedly to the other elves.
"Ah…some Treacle tart?" she says, holding my arm.
The house-elves come holding a big silver platter with two Treacle tarts and a jug of milk for us to grab. Katie seems delighted and squeezes my arm a little tighter. We grab the food and thank them.
"It was a pleasure, sir. Anything for master George Weasley and his girlfriend, sir." Says the tiny elf, graciously bowing again.
"Ah, no, Katie is not my girlfriend." I correct whilst walking towards the entrance of the kitchen.
"We begs your pardon, sir, we thoughts young mistress was your girlfriend, because she are holding your arm, sir." Says the elf, bowing again.
"No, we—ah, forget it. Thanks for the food anyway." I say grabbing Katie by the hand and climbing back to the empty dark corridor outside the fruit painting.
"That was funny." Says Katie heading back to the common room, the food secure in her hands. I watch her in silence. She made no remark whatsoever about she being my girlfriend. I mean, I know she likes me or something, she was a little too happy when I asked her to the Yule Ball. But, I don't know, it feels weird that she actually smiled at the comment. I can't return her feelings. I don't even know what my feelings are anymore. Soothing hell, why can't relationships just die or something? It will certainly be easier for everyone if we just forget about love and fluff and all that stupid stuff.
"Let's go to the Astronomy Tower, ok? Let's eat there. I don't want to go back to the common room. I bet it's packed by now." She says suddenly, going right into a really dark hallway towards the stairs.
We arrive at the Astronomy Tower and eat our Treacle tarts in silence gazing at the stars above. I start feeling nervous. But why? Is not as if I feel something for Katie. Furthermore, I had been avoiding her since the Ball, but somehow I ended up in here with her. I realize is not because I feel, or don't feel, something for Katie. It's some kind of ominous feeling, that something is about to happen, something embarrassing.
A few minutes pass after we have finish eating. She is closer than before, and we now have our backs on the floor watching the night sky and listening to the faint sounds of the creatures of the forest. She grabs my hand and squeezes it lightly. Butterflies burst in my stomach, foreboding what might go badly wrong.
"I really like you, George." She says, moving closer to me.
"Er—"
"I know that you don't like me back, I can tell. You act really cold towards me. But I still like you. If you could just give me a chance, I'll—"
"Look, Katie, I don't really want a girlfriend right now, ok?" I spat, moving my hand out of hers and resting it on my stomach still full of butterflies.
"Who said anything of being your girlfriend?" she spats with the same force I did. "I just wanted you to let me show you."
She rolled over her shoulder to look at me. I hear my neck crack as I turn to look at her. Her words cannot mean what I am thinking. But her eyes are dark and her grin is suspiciously alluring. She is indeed thinking what I'm thinking and the butterflies give a dangerous twirl inside my belly. And hell, it's no longer my belly the only thing twitching as suddenly my trousers become too tight.
"Is that all right?" she says bending over me.
I stay there, not wanting to nod, but feeling my head moving up and down against my will. She is already over me, bending lower by the second to kiss me. And sure enough, our lips meet and she tries to open them with her tongue. I comply. We kiss for what seems an eternity, her tongue drawing circles with mine, and her hands scratching the back of my neck. She moans into my mouth, and then starts moving her hand down through my front. I feel her touching my chest, then my stomach, and resting on my belt buckle.
"Katie." I whisper in warning. I don't want her to go there, I don't know if I might stop after she begins. But she takes my warning as pleasure and in a matter of seconds she is on top of me, her pussy resting over my groin. I slid my hands over her arms, my body acting in their own accord. She is kissing me furiously again, one hand grabbing a fistful of my red hair, the other trying to unbutton my shirt. And then my hand is cupping her breast and she is moaning my name while nibbling my ear. She has small breasts, to be honest, but not wasting any time, I unbutton her shirt and reach to get one of her nipples out of the cup of her bra and inside my mouth. She moans louder, and then she pushes me back to the floor, her breasts out of my reach.
"No, Weasley, I want to pleasure you." She says, kissing my neck and then she goes down my front, kissing my collarbone, and then my chest, going lower to my stomach and finally stopping over my still clasped belt buckle.
"Listen, Katie. It's fine. Don't do anyth—" but my words are drown as she unfastens my belt and frees my painfully large erection.
"Nice, Weasley." She says, taking it into her hands. She massages it for a while, all my will concentrating in not to cum right there. And after playing with it for a couple minutes, she takes it whole into her mouth.
"Oh, Merlin, Katie. For fuck's sake, don't stop." I say pumping mi hips toward her mouth.
It doesn't take long, maybe because of the rush, or the unexpected, or the fact that no one has ever given me a blow job before, but after two minutes of her licking and sucking, I cum in her mouth. She coughs loudly and then rests her head on my chest, looking up at me.
I don't want to look down at her. I didn't want her to do it in the first place, but now that it's done I feel really embarrassed about it. Now I won't be able to reject her without my face falling off.
"So?" she says, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
"Ehm, listen, I—" I start but Katie cuts me off:
"It's fine, George, I just need to keep trying." She stands up from the floor and buttons her blouse again. I look at her propped up in my elbows. What the fuck is going on?, I ask myself, Who on earth would think Katie Bell has just given me a blow job?
"Let's go back, ok?" she says in a cheerful tone.
When we go back to the common room, the room is almost deserted. Angelina is at a corner, finishing some essay. And a little farther up, Ron, Hermione, and Harry are covered in books and parchments. Katie says good night and climbs up the staircase to the girls' dormitories.
I walk over to Angelina.
"Hey, have you seen Fred?" I ask her, she doesn't even look up at me.
"Yeah, we went to bed about ten minutes ago. He was rather tired."
"You were with him all this time?" I ask in what is my least accusatory voice.
"Yeah, we were in an empty classroom and—Yeah" she says, glancing up at me momentarily and then back again to the parchment.
"Listen, Angelina," I don't what to say, I just say it to grab her attention, "er—"
"Look, George, I'm busy, I have to finish this for Snape's tomorrow morning class, ok?" she says, scratching what she just wrote. "Let's talk tomorrow at lunch break, or whatever."
"Oh, ok." I say, suddenly becoming disappointed. "Good night, Angelina."
"Good night, George."
And while walking up the staircase to the dormitory, I realize something: my heart is hammering so badly it may burst out of my chest at any moment. This has not happen for quite a while, I think, Angelina's charm is working again. Stupid relationships, stupid Angelina. Why couldn't she figure out that I like her too, before starting to date Fred.
