Just a few days after your date with Fred, George found you nervously with the same proposal. You laughed a bit asking if they planned this out, and not to your surprise, they had. They both talked about taking you out and doing something special to them.
You didn't know what George had in store either, but you trusted him to just go with it.
George came all the way down to the Hufflepuff common room to meet you. When you stepped outside, you were hit with a wave of deja vu.
He was dressed pretty similarly to Fred that one night, and if you hadn't seen the two moles on his neck, you might have thought that it was Fred.
He held his elbow out for you to take it, and when you slid your hand through his arm, you easily fell in place with your head against his shoulder.
"Going to tell me where we're going yet?" you asked.
"Nope." His smile was sly and mysterious. You never knew what you were going to get with these two.
George led you to an unfamiliar part of the castle.
He stopped when you reached an entryway that was blocked by a statue. It was of a gangly, old man with thin, grayish-brown hair and a long, thick mustache. He leapt to life when you got closer and asked for a password, which George supplied.
"Spunky mustard," he said confidently.
The statue bowed his head slightly and moved aside to show the entrance. You felt that you were breaking dozens of school rules, but you rushed inside anyways.
"Spunky mustard?!" you cried out in laughter.
"Dumbledore always has the taste for the oddest passwords."
Upon entering, your breath stilled for just a moment while taking in the wondrous beauty of the place. Near floor to ceiling stained glass windows with mermaid art, a bathtub probably the size of a small pool, at least 50 faucets, white and brown marble flooring, towels and plush robes all around, and a stunning dome ceiling. You had never seen anything like it.
You made your way over to a small shelving unit by the towels and robes. There were oils, salts, bubbles, you name it.
"Is this the Prefect's bathroom?" you asked. "How did you even get access?"
"I know a guy," he winked.
You walked over to the dozens of water taps and, unsure if any did anything special, you started to turn random ones on. Finding that they were all just water, you let them be and walked back to the robes.
George was already halfway undressed, and you felt the air in your lungs still as you took in his body once again. It was perfectly chiseled and toned in all the right places. You followed suit in undressing, and for some reason, you felt nervous.
He had seen you naked before, but this was so much more intimate. You tried to shake the insecurities out of your head and just finished stripping.
Slowly you climbed into the hot water which felt akin to being in a jacuzzi. You felt immediately relaxed. The water filled at a ridiculous speed, but you suppose that's magic. Happy with the water level, George made his way around the enormous tub and turned off the taps one by one. Finally, you sat down, water reaching just above your breasts, and you laid your head back onto the edge and closed your eyes.
George sunk into the water as well and came to sit next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you relaxed into his embrace. He kissed the top of your head and whispered into it.
"Would you like a massage?"
"Oooh, yes please," you mumbled.
George pushed on your waist to stir you from your position, and you moved to sit in front of him between his legs. You immediately felt his dick twitch a little against you.
George's handed started to work on the knots in your shoulders and back. His thumb kneading each boulder out of your skin. You didn't realize how much tension you were holding, so the release of it made you moan unconsciously. George chuckled lightly in your ear at the sound.
"Feel good?"
"Mmmm," was all you could manage.
George's hand eventually started to rub the tops of your shoulders and down your arms. His fingers grazed the sides of your breasts slightly, leaving you with goosebumps even in the hot water.
His fingers moved under the sag of your breasts and gently started to massage them. You could feel his erection pulsing even more, and you reached your hand behind you to grab it. You started to pump, but George stopped you.
"Tonight's all about you." He lifted you off of his lap and sat you on the edge of the tub. "I'm going to make you cum."
Your jaw hung open at his confidence and eagerness, and you spread your legs with such enthusiasm that you were sure you almost dislocated your hips.
George pounced onto your pussy and wasted no time. His broad tongue worked effortlessly to cover ever sopping inch of you. His lips suctioned onto you greedily, and you arched back in pleasure. His tongue worked so expertly that you were already racing towards climax.
"Slower," you huffed out. You weren't ready to cum yet. You wanted to savor this moment.
At your command, George moved his tongue down and penetrated you while giving your clitoris a break. It didn't last long though, and he meticulously ran back up in one fluid motion. His tongue flicked over and over, changing directions and speed until he found the perfect combination. Your moans echoed in the vast bathroom and fueled George further until you were cumming all over his chin.
He wiped his mouth with a prideful grin and then pulled you back into the water. You straddled him and hugged him close. He left velvet kisses along the top of your shoulder while his hands rubbed all around your back.
You had never felt so relaxed.
You remained glue to each other for quite some time before you pulled yourself off of his chest. He never questioned once why you held on for so long. Perhaps he too needed to melt away from everything else in life.
"I had another surprise in store, but I'm not sure I can stay awake for it," he admitted.
"What was it?"
"I wanted to stay up with you and watch the sunrise at the Astronomy tower," he confessed.
"That sounds beautiful."
"It's quite breathtaking. Sorry I'm being such a grandpa. I've just been right knackered these last few days."
"Why don't we take a small nap through the rest of the night and wake up early enough to see it?" you suggested.
"I think that sounds brilliant." He kissed you softly on the lips before helping you out of the water. He jogged over to the towels and grabbed one for you. He wrapped you up in it and helped to dry you off. It was almost trivial. You didn't need someone to dry you off, but it was so intimate and sweet, so you let him.
When you both finally dried off and got dressed, George led you to the Gryffindor tower. It was closer to the Astronomy tower than your common room would be, and technically when you would be leaving, it would still be non-permitted hours.
George offered the password to the common room, and there was a lively bustle of students in the common room. A lot of them gave you pointed looks after seeing George. Probably wondering who his latest conquest was.
The twins had a slight reputation for being players. All the girls wanted them, and they reveled in the attention. You lowered your head from the gazes, and George placed a protective and soothing hand on the small of your back. He led you upstairs to his room. The only other person in the dorm was Fred.
He looked up at the both of you with a cheesy smile.
"I knew it. The date was horrible, and she was begging to be with me," he teased. "Well, thank you dear brother for bringing her to me safely."
"Ha, ha. No. We're going to catch a little shut eye before continuing to the next part of our date," explained George.
"Weak," joked Fred.
"You're just jealous that I get to hold her in my arms for a few hours."
"Alright boys. This pissing contest is getting a little too much," you interjected. You knew they were just being dorky brothers, but you didn't want an actual fight to break out, and it was still really awkward being the center of attention.
"I'm sad to hear you don't want to cuddle with me," pouted Fred.
"I never said that," you shot back.
"Well there is a solution for that," offered George. You both looked at him expectantly, waiting for the remark. "We can all share a bed."
"I thought you were tired," you said while shooting your brows up.
"No, not like that," he said while playfully swatting your arm. "I mean seriously just sleeping."
The idea of being sandwiched between Fred and George was a thought that crossed your mind frequently, though it was usually a lot more sensual than sleeping. However, you were feeling extra soft these days, and all you wanted was to shut out the world around you and fall into both of their arms. And here George was offering you the answer to that.
"I call dibs on being little spoon," shouted Fred as he raced over to George's bed.
"Wait, what about your roommates? What will they say?" You twiddled with your thumbs nervously. It was one thing to have everyone gawking at you as you came into the common room with George, but for rumors to start flying about your attention to both of them was almost unbearable.
"Lee already knows most everything and wouldn't care. Then there's Daniel. He's always off shagging some girl in her dorm. I doubt he'll be here tonight or even notice with the lights off," explained Fred.
Fuck it.
"Okay. Can I have something to sleep in?"
Simultaneously, the twins clambered to take off their shirts and hold them out to you. You swallowed hard. You wanted to wear them both, but obviously you couldn't. You took George's. It only seemed right considering this was technically still his date. Fred nonchalantly tossed his shirt onto the ground and waited for you to come into bed.
You climbed in next to him, and he immediately turned away from you.
Right.
He wanted to be the little spoon. You wrapped your arm around his tight abs and held him close. George slunk into bed after you and held you just as tightly.
You were thankful that the castle was generally pretty cold or else you knew you'd be on fire right now.
Sleep came to you faster than you anticipated, and you felt comforted between the two boys.
In a few hours time, you heard the chiming of an alarm and groaned out in protest. You weren't sure when, but at some point, Fred had left for his own bed. The space next to you felt so cold and empty.
George tried to lull you awake with a few sprinkled kisses on your back. You scooted back into his embrace further until your ass was pressing against his groin.
"Mmmm, darling don't do that," he whispered groggily. "We'll never leave this bed."
"Maybe I want to stay in bed," you replied with a mumble.
"You'd want to stay in it to keep sleeping. I'd want to stay in it and keep you awake."
You turned to face him and grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him fiercely.
"Are you trying to rile me up?" he asked as you pulled away.
"No. Just admiring you."
George hugged you tightly before rousing out from the sheets. You grumpily followed him and hoped the view would be worth it. You tugged on your jeans from last night but borrowed a jumper from George. You knew it would be chilly.
Luckily, you made your way to the Astronomy tower without running into any problems. George ushered you to sit down next to him on the edge with your feet dangled over. You propped your arms on the railing in front of you like a security belt. The wind was colder and stronger up here, but the view. Man, the view.
The mountains in the distance were shades of blue as the sun peeked from behind some clouds. The sky was perfectly blended in streaks of peach, orange, and lemon. A dense fog rolled over the mountains, and the earth felt still.
You turned to look at George who was silhouetted in gold and fresh, fall rubies. The sun traced his hair with heartfire, and his smile broadened with the crisp air.
Damn it.
You realized too, now, that you could one day see yourself falling in love with George Weasley as well.