A/N: 1. This chapter has smut so, perhaps skip it if that's not your thing. 2. This story explores cheating so, again, if that's not your thing this might not be the story for you. 3. As I said before, this story does not have a beta, but I do my best. Please excuse any errors.

Every last thought of snacks absolutely flew out the window as Lacey took off down the hall. What the hell was wrong with her? How did she constantly end up in George Weasley's arms?

She made it back up to her dorm on autopilot and was more than relieved to find Ivy and Sadie asleep together on the floor. How long had she been gone? Merlin she was horrible. She had a gorgeous boyfriend who would surely be more than a little upset to find out she had been snogging another man in an abandoned classroom.

She had to avoid George Weasley. Sure, she told herself this on a fairly regular basis, but this was getting out of control. She needed to get some sleep, she was overtired and the guilt was overwhelming her. She hadn't just snogged another man, she had liked it. George made her want to do positively filthy things whenever he cornered her and she was having trouble stopping herself with each passing session. She shook her head before sitting down on the floor next to her sleeping friends. She pulled the open bottle of whiskey from Ivy's hand and took a massive swig while she contemplated everything wrong in her life involving George Weasley until she, too, succumbed to sleep.

Apparently, Jensen had a wicked hangover from ingesting more than a few Witches' Warts. Witches ' Warts were vile blended shots and Lacey cringed at the thought of drinking one, never mind the several her boyfriend claimed to have had. His incapacitation was fine by her, however, because she was attempting to avoid him at all costs. He spent all of Sunday in bed and she claimed to be inordinately busy on Monday. By the time Tuesday rolled around she was running out of excuses to avoid him. Thankfully, Jensen was not taking Ancient Runes and she spent the majority of her class in an uncomfortable silence.

She couldn't stop thinking about Weasley. Jensen would never forgive her, she could barely forgive herself. Jensen was the poster child for the perfect boyfriend and here she was cheating. Was it cheating if it was an accident? Her stomach rolled at the thought, but then it clenched when she thought about the sinful ways George could take her. While Jensen was sweet and soft, George spoke to all of her filthy, scandalous wants. He was disturbingly arousing and she hated him for how amazing he made her feel when he was dominating their kisses. This had to stop. She had to talk to him and put an end to it once and for all. She wouldn't be a cheater and she wouldn't keep doing this to herself.

Lacey jumped at the sound of the bell and breathed a sigh of relief. Her next class was Herbology with Gryffindor, another class Jensen was not taking, and so she could easily ask George for a word. She made her way down to the greenhouses barely listening to a word Ivy was saying—something about a party this weekend in the room of requirement.

She ran a hand through her hair and pushed the door to the greenhouse open, scanning the room for him. Her breath hitched a little when she looked over at him. George was already fighting with his Wiggler Plant and had a smudge of dirt across his cheek. The muscles of his arms were straining against his rolled up sleeves as he tried to battle the plant into submission. She was thankful not many students had arrived yet and Ivy was too busy talking to Grace to notice what she was doing.

"Weasley." Lacey said as she approached him with all the confidence she was not feeling.

"Yes, Clarke?" George replied with a smirk at he smacked his plant one more time before it finally went limp.

"I need to have a word with you." She said quietly, looking around the room for any observers.

"Oh do you now? Will this 'word' involve clothing?" He asked with a heartbreaking smirk. She clenched her thighs together painfully.

"Don't be a prat. I have a free period after lunch." She said as she picked at her nails. She looked up and cocked her eyebrow at him waiting for a reply, she was not messing around.

"You're no fun. My free period is then too. Come find me by the dungeons, yea?" He asked before turning around to fight with his plant some more, which was making a serious comeback.

"Alright then." She said before stalking past him to her seat next to Ivy.

George had no idea what she could possibly want, but he was giddy at the idea of her wanting to be alone with him. Okay, so she didn't want the same kind of alone time he was picturing, but as he professed to her the other day, he would take whatever she gave him.

He had been so angry when he left the classroom the other night that he had vowed to be done with Lacey Clarke for good, but that was shot right to shit when she approached him in the greenhouses. She had some kind of unbelievable power over him that would get him to do her bidding and he couldn't help but flirt with her, especially when she gave him her trademark raised eyebrow. Now he just needed a way to get Fred to bugger off for the afternoon. Usually, the twins worked on their products during their free period.

"Hey mate, I have to blow off this afternoon." Fred said with a smirk as he sat down next to George at lunch. He couldn't believe his luck.

"Yea? Who's the lucky bird?" George said as he smirked back. He looked across the hall at Lacey who was laughing at something her friend Sadie had said. Man, he had it bad.

"McGonagall gave me an afternoon detention for turning Matt Olsberg's hair blue. He was irritating the shit out of me. Bloody kissarse." Fred said with a roll of his eyes.

"Yea alright, I'll see if I can get anything done." George said as he stood up slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you tonight, then."

He looked over at Lacey and gave her a small nod before leaving the Great Hall to wait for her by the dungeons.

Ivy and Sadie both had Divination after lunch so there was really no need for Lacey to make up an excuse. She bid them goodbye and followed George out of the Great Hall and down to the dungeons. She felt as though she was walking to her execution. Her lower belly kept tightening deliciously when she remembered the sweet nothings he had whispered into her ear, his deep, gravely voice effecting her in ways no man ever had.

"He means nothing to you, Lacey." She thought to herself as she walked toward the dungeons. She caught sight of him leaning against the wall waiting for her and her stomach clenched painfully again. For some reason she could not get rid of the feelings from the other night. He smiled at her and turned silently, opening a secret passage and leading her into a dimly lit room.

This was it for her. No more stalking, no more flirting, certainly no more kissing no matter how amazing it felt.

"Remember Jensen, your boyfriend. Your sweet, kind boyfriend who cares about you." Lacey took a deep breath. "George is a prat, George is a prat, George is a prat." She repeated the mantra as she looked over at him. He turned around to look at her and leaned against the back of the couch situated in the middle of this cozy little room. He ran a hand through his short hair and she looked down at the piece of skin exposed by his shirt. He had an expectant look on his face and one look at his brilliant, deep brown eyes and she was a goner.

"So, what can I do for you Miss Clarke?"

She felt her mouth go dry. His voice was so deep and alluring, the kind that made you weak in the knees. She was fairly certain she was having trouble breathing from being in this tiny room with him. It was an office really, a few bookshelves, a desk, a leather couch and chair. What was this place? "Not the time, Lacey", she thought to herself as she pulled on the collar of her shirt a bit.

"We've got to stop meeting up behind Jensen's back." She squeaked out looking anywhere but at George.

"I thought what we were doing were considered 'mistakes', not meeting up behind your tosser boyfriend's back"? He said with a smirk as he took a few steps toward her. Lacey felt as though she was being hunted. She never felt this hot or nervous around George, maybe it was the dark, private little room. "No one would know."

She couldn't believe she had just had that thought. God, what was wrong with her? He was physically so much bigger than her. He was tall and strong with a dominating presence that was intimidating and delicious at the same time. She felt herself flush at the images that flashed through her mind of his strong, powerful form doing wonderful, filthy things to her tiny frame. She shook her head to clear it.

"It was a mistake, but we just can't anymore. It's not right, it's not fair…" She trailed off while wondering if it wasn't fair to Jensen or to herself. George was standing right in front of her now smirking down at her, his eyes so incredibly dark. This was not how she intended this conversation to go. She was supposed to tell him how it is and then be on her way to the library to study, instead her skin was tingling as she recalled his hands on her body in vivid detail.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" He had taken a piece of her hair in his hand and was playing with the soft curl. His voice was impossibly deeper and he was no longer smirking. Lacey felt the urge the squeeze her thighs together. Bloody Weasley. She had to get out of this room.

"Yes." She all but panted out.

They stood staring at each other inches apart. Somehow they always ended up in this horrible position. Maybe if she just got it out of her system, just once. Screw it.

"Lacey, I—" but before he could get out the rest of his sentence she had reached up pulled his face down to hers. She was pressing her lips firmly against his and his eyes flew open in surprise. He groaned into her mouth and lifted his hand to her face, caressing her cheek and deepening their kiss. His other hand squeezed her hip tightly and she moaned back into his mouth, biting at his lower lip.

George was fairly certain she was going to realize what she was doing any second now and absolutely freak out, but what he hadn't realized was that Lacey was completely past the point of no return. He moved his hand to wrap his arm around her waist in order to pull her as close to his body possible. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as he rubbed his length across her core. She whimpered into his mouth and every last thought he had had of being noble and backing away flew right out the window. He moved his lips to her neck to bite and lick at the sensitive skin.

"Lacey," he practically growled into her throat and she knew there was no going back now. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but everything about him was assaulting her senses and she couldn't bring herself to stop. She wanted him and she knew she'd wanted him for some time now, so fuck it, nobody is perfect. Merlin she would probably regret that tonight but the sound of him moaning for her and the feel of his cock against her leg was making her feel things she's never felt before.

She hadn't noticed but George had slowly been inching her towards the wall. She tilted her head back and moaned when he sucked a particularly sensitive spot her neck. "George," she panted out shamelessly as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Somewhere deep down she couldn't believe she is doing this, but right now she didn't care. She whimpered again as he started grinding himself into her. She lifted her leg up around his waist and felt him hard against she center.

George looked down at the pretty little vixen in his arms. Her tiny school skirt had ridden up and he could feel how wet she was against his slacks. Her eyes were full of lust and her plump lip was swollen from being bitten. He groaned again when he felt how close he was to her core. "Fuck, you feel so good." He panted out as he ran his hands down her sides and slid his hand up her thigh. "You feel so good, Lace." He reiterated as he grabbed her arse tightly and lifted her up so she could wrap her other leg around his waist.

George bucked his hips up against her and she tilted her head back against the wall, moaning loudly. She felt completely on fire from his touch and all she could think about was getting him out of his stupid, sexy oxford. George still has his face buried against her neck and before he realized what was happening she was pushing his unbuttoned school shirt off of his muscular shoulders. He looked completely disheveled from her hands pulling on his hair and she ran her hands down every hard, chiseled plane of his chest and stomach. She scraped her nail along the copper red trail of hair leading to the waistband of his pants and he hissed at the feeling.

In a blink she was on her back on the large leather couch they had started against. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and he gasped when he looked down at the delicate black lace covering her supple breasts. His eyes looked raw and starved and she bit her lip to keep from moaning at the look on his face. He took in her appearance and groaned low in his throat. She was panting and flushed, her lace covered chest heaving against the stark black leather of the couch. Her curls were splayed out behind her and she was biting her lip, her eyes dark navy with lust for him.

He lowered his head to lick and suck at the visible skin of her chest when he heard her strangled, throaty, "Please, George". He nearly came right then and bucked up against her panty-covered center. He sat her up and removed her shirt and bra and wasted no time cupping the bare flesh. He moved his mouth to suck on one of the pink buds and she arched her back into him further. He rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she hissed loudly at the sensation. She was impossibly wet, her knickers almost uncomfortable against her. She moaned again as he pulled on the taut bud and she ran her hands to the chiseled V of his waistline, unbuttoning his slacks as he continued to tease and nip and the rosy bud of her breast.

George let out a deep moan as he felt her warm, little hand brush against the prominent bulge of his boxers. He jerked forward, pressing himself into her palm. She slid underneath the fabric and felt his rock hard length, playing with his leaking tip. She slid her hand up and down every inch of him and he groaned again, thrusting up into her hand.

He had planned on tasting every inch of her this afternoon. The minute she hand yielded to him he had decided he was going to ruin Lacey Clarke for all other men. He was supposed to do deliciously dirty things to her innocent little body, but all this need he'd felt building up for over a year was winning the battle and all he could think about was feeling every inch of her heat squeezing around him.

He slipped his hand up her skirt and felt her soaking core through her lacey panties. He ran his finger along her covered folds and she groaned at the sensation. She lifted her hips in order to allow him to unzip her school skirt and slide off the barrier between him and her wet center. He looked down at her slim, but perfectly curvy naked form. She was so fucking his, he would die before he let another man ever see her naked and writhing like this again, but she was tempting him and she continued to pull on his cock, forcing him to lose all thought of this coupling being slow and deliberate. Lacey sat up to pull off his boxer briefs. She had had enough foreplay and she felt the coil in her stomach tighten with need for him.

"Love—" he started to plead when she began to pull his boxers off. He had meant to tease her, to taste her, to make her beg, but all he could think about was entering her slick heat. He leaned down to kiss her again and positioned himself at her entrance before thrusting into her. She gasped and threw her head back against the couch. He felt amazing as he stretched her walls in the most delicious way.

"You're so fucking tight." He growled out as he pushed into her completely, his hips nestled securely between her legs. He rested his sweaty forehead against her own as he pulled out of her completely, only to thrust back into her hard. She moaned again and bit into his shoulder firmly, "George," she gasped out as she met him thrust for thrust.

He started thanking all the gods that they were in a secluded area as he fucked into her harder and faster. Merlin, he had fantasized about every form of foreplay and every single position, but he couldn't stop himself if he wanted to. She was so incredibly tight and as he picked up the speed of his thrusts she started arching her back even more. She was whimpering, gasping, and thrashing around beneath him on the couch, crying out a steady slur of "yes" and "fuck" and "George".

"Lacey," he ground out again as he felt himself nearing his release. The feel of her was too much. He wondered in the back of his mind if it was she who was in fact ruining him for other women. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard while reaching down between their undulating bodies to pinch her clit. He bit down on her neck once more and she instantly started to pulse around him. He thanked the gods once more that they were in a private area because she was all but screaming. She bit his shoulder and shuddered around him, causing his own satisfying release. He groaned loudly as he spilled himself inside her.

George had never felt anything like this—this burning, insatiable need for another person. He rested his forehead against her neck for a moment before pulling out of her and fumbling for his trousers to get his wand. He whispered a quick contraception spell before tossing his pants back on the floor and lying back on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her slim waist, pulling her warm body against his, both of them were panting and breathless.

Lacey laid across his chest raking her nails down his abdomen. They stayed like that for several minutes, both lost in thought. "I have one condition," she said as she propped herself up to look him in the eye. He smirked up at her, he was having trouble taking her seriously while she lay naked against him.

"I hadn't realized we were negotiating." He answered as he raked his hands through her curls, pulling lightly at the soft tresses.

"No one finds out about this. About us." She said, her eyes never leaving his.

"Did I miss something here?"

"You told me you'd take whatever I gave you, well I'm willing to give you my body."

"But you're still with Harris?"

Lacey had pulled herself off of him and was beginning to dress.

"Nobody is perfect, but I can't get you out of my head. This has to stay a secret."

"I'm not sure if you realize, but I'm rather terrible with juicy secrets" George answered as he stated to pull on his pants.

"I mean it George. This stays between us. I thought I could get you out of my system, but that was…" She trailed off as she started to button her school shirt.

"I know." He answered as he thought back to the mind-blowing sex they'd just had.

"I suppose all that sneaking around could be sexy."

"Good. Because I can't help it if my body wants you." She said with a sultry smirk before pulling him down by his red and gold tie to kiss her once more.

George watched her skirt swish around her as she walked away from him without a glance backwards. He had roughly 10 minutes to make it to his next class, where he was fairly certain he would not be paying attention. He was going to be picturing Lacey's gorgeous body coming around him for at least the rest of the day. Was it too soon to beg her to see him again? Merlin, he was pathetic.

This was most certainly not how he had pictured his afternoon going, but who was he to complain. So what if she only wanted the renowned Hogwarts player version of himself. So what if she only wanted casual sex and had no intention of getting to know him whatsoever. He only wanted her for the same reasons right? He snorted, yea, right. He was so fucked. Lacey Clarke was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.

A/N: So, let me know what you think. The next few chapters are about to get awfully smutty. I'll try to update soon and as always, no flames.

XO,

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