** 1 – Across a Tower **
Footsteps resounded through an empty corridor of Hogwarts. The source of the sound strode confidently and daringly. He knew Filch wouldn't catch him. By now, he'd memorized the old man's routine. Him and his cat. Still, he always borrowed… well, stole Hermione's prefect badge just in case. But he doubted Filch would catch him. This is why, when he turned the next corner, he let out a bit of a yell.
"Mrs. Norris spotted you strolling the halls a little bit earlier, and what I'm wondering, is why?" the man asked, drawing out the vowel sound in his "why" and glaring suspiciously at the boy. With no words coming to him, George was trapped. "Just out for a midnight stroll, maybe? Or off to play some prank you Weasley twins are so famous for? Doesn't matter. You're out past curfew, and I sure as hell know you're no prefect. I dare say you borrowed that badge from some unwilling prefect. Nonetheless, you'll report to my office tomorrow at the end of classes. I'll give you someone to share your detention with and an assignment. Now get to bed. Mrs. Norris is watching you, so don't try anything… funny!" he spat.
George grumbled and began to trudge back to his room. He was actually on a midnight stroll. He couldn't sleep. And the common room was just so stuffy. Not to mention, too many people stayed up late to have some privacy. He need the kind of privacy only solitude could give him. The kind of privacy in which he could mull over his thoughts, his dreams, and all these new emotions filling him.
He was the same George Weasley. Twin to Fred Weasley. Brother to a whole gang of Weasleys. Son two Molly and Arthur Weasley. Played pranks with his twin on the rest of his siblings. Passed his O.W.L.S. with acceptable scores, and planning his own business.
She was the same person, too. Nothing had changed. Nada. Rien. However they say in Italian, German, and all the other European languages he had browsed for curse words. So why, all of a sudden, was he dreaming about her, and falling so madly in love with her? They were more than opposites. They had nothing in common. George growled softly, aggravated that he was so confused.
"Bumbling Bees Buzz," he told the Fat Lady when he reached her. George walked in, not trying to wake the sleeping couple on the couch. Fred and Angelina had fallen so hard for each other, they'd literally fallen. After a Quidditch accident that involved a distracting stare, a misdirected Bludger, a Beater catching and tumbling to the ground, and a night in the infirmary, they were the cutest couple around. Of course, everyone knew they were also sex-maniacs.
George sighed and took the stairs two at a time, stretching his legs as he tried not to be loud. He prayed that he could get some rest, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, she was there.
The common room was completely empty. With one exception. She was watching the flames as they flickered quietly. He approached her without hesitation, lifting his hands to massage her shoulders. She quickly turned, pulling him into a deep kiss. She poured herself out through this kiss, trying give him all the feelings she had for him so he would know.
Seconds later, they were on the floor. Doing the horizontal mambo. The nasty. The dirty dance of all dirty dances. Full of lust, they couldn't stop. What seemed like an eternity later, she screamed. And George…
Leapt straight up in bed, heart pounding. Damnit, he cursed inwardly. He would just have to go get some Dreamless Sleep potion tomorrow. For now, he would make due. He would have to become adjusted to his erotic dreams for the night. He lay his head warily back on his pillow just as a girl across the tower was closing her eyes, waken by a starling dream.
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Well, the next day came. George was so wrapped up in his detention that he completely forgot to get a D.S. potion from Madame Pomfrey. Why was he so wrapped up in his detention? Two words. Pansy Parkinson. Not only was the pug-faced Slytherin, she was also a completely shameless slut.
"Hmmm, you're pretty cute for a weasel," she told him as she watched him bend over to scrub the floor. "Nice rump, nice muscles. Guess it comes from being on the winning Quidditch team," she spat the last three words.
"Leave me be, Parkinson." George was trying not to listen to her, but it was horribly distracting. He just wanted finish scrubbing Snape's floor and leave. But the slut would not let him be. So what could he do? He finished as fast as he could and began to mess with her.
"You want me? You think I'm cute? Good for you. Say I want you too. What would you do?" he asked as he shoved her gently against a wall and leaned close to her. Pansy was taken aback. George moved a little closer and she began to breathe heavily. "Well, what would you do?" he asked, his voice now deep and husky.
"I'd ask you how you like it."
"What if I said it I like to take the back way?"
"Then I'd let you. I'd ask you when and where."
"And if I said here and now?"
"Then, then, I'd ask you if you like to shag rough."
"Really. I do, so you know. Let me tell you what I'd do if I wanted to shag you. I'd make your skin crawl with desire until you felt like you were gonna burst. I'd slowly… so slowly bring you to a point past comprehension for a slut like you. I'd take you each and every way I know." George slowly described some of these ways, making Pansy become warm in her non-sunny parts. George smirked. This girl was getting turned on just by some crap he had made up on the spot.
As Parkinson thought the mood was getting heavier, she pulled him closer. "Do that. That one. The one you just said. Shag me already, weasel." George was a little surprised at how eager she was. I guess the rumors are true about her, he thought.
"How about you sod off, you pathetic slut. I guess it's not always true that persistence pays off. Now get off me and go shag some dimwitted Slytherin if you want to." George smirked and left her standing there, panting heavily with a shocked look on her face.
AN – Yes, I made George an asshole for a scene! I had to! Don't look at me that way!! *puppy eyes at any angry readers* I just thought Parkinson should get what was coming to her for being such a bitch. Forgive me if I have angered any of you.
