Chapter 9: Gryffindor Spies

Wednesday came and he sat in one of the front tables of the potions classroom. Estella appeared, closed the door behind her and in a matter of seconds they were standing and in each other's arms kissing with delight. She took a step away, grabbed his hand and they went in the storage room smiling.

"Imperturbis," she said as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"You are brilliant you know," he said as he lifted her against the back wall and began trailing kisses on her neck. She wrapped her legs around him and captured his lips in urgency.

"So are you. Yes, incredibly… oh… brilliant!" she uttered in between passionate snogs. He squeezed her bum lightly and she moaned into his mouth. The kiss grew more passionate and their tongues danced together. He nibbled on her lip and she returned the gesture with ferocity.

"Be careful... no marks... I don't have much time to be here," she mumbled while his hands roamed freely through her body.

She showed no other signs of protest, instead her hips moved, matching the pushes of his hardness against her wetness and reinserting her tongue in his mouth greedily. He couldn't help the shout that escaped his lips and once she giggled in mockery he smugly got a finger in her knickers and continued to kiss her neck. Though shirts, trousers and her skirt never fully came off, they touched each other madly until both shuddered. After cleaning and some teasing of his silly sounds and her unstoppable shivers they left the closet. Once out, Estella took a mirror from her bag and he stood behind her.

"Oi, Fun Man I told you to be careful!" she exclaimed while still almost giggling.

"It's not my fault, I couldn't help it," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and worked on moving her hair away to kiss her neck from behind.

"I have to go," she mumbled even though she was leaning her head to the side to give him better access.

"Come on, we can get back in there for a few more minutes," he teased trying to pull her backwards into the storage closet, but she put resistance.

"No we can't, I have to fix my neck and meet Mel and my cousin in fifteen minutes."

"You can make it to the Head Girl quarters in five."

"Stop, my neck, George let me just…"

"Alright," he said letting her go. She quickly performed a disillusionment charm to hide the mark and stood a bit away.

"We never did take care of business," she said.

"It's your fault, you have a special way of distracting me," he replied as he came closer and tried to kiss her.

She put her hands on his chest to keep some distance, "Sorry, I'll make sure not to do that again."

"You don't mean that," he said as he leaned and got his lips to meet hers briefly.

"I still have to go and we still need to talk and work on those charms and see if those potions work."

"Then we need to meet again, how about later tonight?"

"We won't make it before curfew."

"You can be back here before curfew."

"Yes, but I won't make it back to Slytherin in time."

"I can get you back unseen after curfew and you know it," he said smiling and proceeded to look at her expectantly until she nodded in agreement.

"Alright, but you better bring ingredients and ideas and be ready," she said giving him one last peck on the lips before disentangling herself from his arms and walking towards the door. George stood against the teacher's desk grinning as he watched her depart and after a few minutes he left the classroom as well.


Later that night, he arrived to the potions classroom and began laying out items on a table until Estella came in, imperturbed the entire room and casted the charm that would make people avoid the place.

"It's good to see you are ready," she said a she got closer to the table he was at.

"I reckon I would impress you and maybe get a reward," he said as he moved to hug her and claimed her lips. After a few minutes she put distance between them.

"Maybe you'll get a reward, but after we finish. So, which one is the detonator?" she asked, and George resignedly pointed to the black horn-like object.

"How far have you gotten with it?"

"Fred and I got it to bang and give out black smoke. But we want to be able to drop it and have it run away for a good distance before it goes off. What good would it be to try to use it as a decoy for Filch if it's right next to you? We tried a variation of the Locomotor spell, but it didn't work."

They moved on to discuss and try spells to improve the Decoy Detonator. Once they got that to succeed they began working on several potions and drinking others. They turned into canaries and then cats and other birds and back into themselves, laughing and kissing often. Then one of the potions exploded and a bluish powder invaded the air. Estella and George laughed hysterically and coughed until they heard a sneeze that came from a corner of the classroom.

The Slytherin quickly pulled out her wand and George took out his trusted piece of parchment and said "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good". Estella and George looked at the map and clearly found three dots showing the location of Harry Snape, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Estella ran to the spot and pulled at their invisibility cloak.

George, Estella and the trio stared from one to the other for a few seconds until Estella asked "how long have you been following us?"

The trio remained silent.

"Tell me or I will practice my skills in Legilimency on you and get to see all your little secrets," Estella threatened calmly while looking straight into Ron's eyes. Her look was calm yet menacing, which made her appear downright scary. George wondered if she really knew Legilimency.

"Since the Hogwarts Express," whispered Ron.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, clearly annoyed.

"Bloody little git-" George yelled, but was quickly interrupted by Estella.

"George, could you please leave me alone with this lot?" she asked.

"What? No I don't-" she grabbed his arm and pulled him far away enough so the trio couldn't hear what they whispered to each other.

"Fun Man, let me handle this," she pleaded.

"No, those are Gryffindors. I want to know why they followed me, what they saw and make sure they shut up about it."

"They weren't following you, they were following me. And I'll scare them enough they won't even think about saying anything about this."

"What?"

"Would you trust me? I scared Montague and Bletchley shitless without really hurting them. I think I can handle three fourth years."

"Why would they be following you?"

"Harry spent some of summer with us in Norway, and he might have a thing for me. At least that's what Ely said. Anyhow, I think he was just trying to find a way to get with me. Spare him the embarrassment of explaining that in front of the boy I was just snogging," she said caressing George's face. He looked at her pleading eyes, and at the three figures. Ron looked scared; Hermione furious and Harry seemed hesitant.

"Fine, but you better make sure they don't say anything," stated George thinking Harry was like another little brother. If Ron was in Harry's shoes he would want him to be spared the embarrassment, even though it was his fault for following her.

"Thank you," she said.

"And make sure Snape stops chasing after you," added George angrily, wondering how much of her Harry the bloody Peeping Tom had gotten to see.

"Jealous?" she teased.

"No, but I don't fancy us being his show," he answered.

She smiled and gave him a peck on the lips before George moved to pack the contents from the table and left.


Later that night Harry, Hermione and his little brother assured him they would not say a thing about what they saw and even apologized. Hermione, as usual, took time to give her opinion.

"You two look great together," she said, though she looked sad. Snape seemed to not really care anymore and sat quietly on one of the couches. Ron still looked nervous, but after Hermione's comment he added, "Good luck with that one. She's downright mad."

This, as always, started one of the well-known Ron-Hermione rows. Hermione argued that being a bit secretive and strong willed didn't make Estella mad. Ron said she just needed to relax and if anything Hermione was the one that had hated the Slytherin.

"That was before," argued Hermione.

"Yeah, before I was right," said Ron with a twinge of alarm and sadness in his voice.

"Don't rub it in right now Ronald," ordered the bushy haired brunette.

"I didn't mean it that way," Ron assured, "I'm sorry."

As boring and usual as it was to hear the banter of these two, it was almost as if they knew Estella much better than he had thought.