Ch.11 Its too muggle like.
The moment that the two, Yvonne and George had left the security of Professor Dumbledore's office they were met by another familiar face. Professor McGonagle. A small smile escaped her lips, but she quickly pursed them together. Her hands folded on one another. The two where slightly confused. Where they in trouble? But the look on her face proved otherwise.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss. Avalbane, please…follow me." She quickly turned on her heels and the other two followed.
"Excuse me, professor, but where are we going?" asked George.
"Why your new quarters of course." she said quickly. Yvonne and George looked at each other in disbelief.
"New quarters?" asked Yvonne?
"Well yes, Professor Dumbledore thinks that you two should live closer together because of recent events. This should be fine with you should it not?" she asked looking at the two.
"No, its no problem, we were just curious is all." said George. "But why is it important."
"I will not discuss that with you know, just know that you and miss. Avalbane are now living permanently together for the rest of the school year. You will still be under Gryffindor house rules and expected to go to the same classes each morning and I will stop in unexpectedly at moments." Now, this is the entrance. It was a portrait of three cackling old warty witches. The sky was black and the green smoke in the cauldron bubbled into the air. "and the password is Berti Bots every flavor beans." At this the portrait hole swung open and McGonagle left them to explore the room while she walked back down the hallway corridors back to Gryffindor Tower.
Yvonne and George walked into their new home and immediately George was lost. But by the looks on Yvonne's face she was perfectly at home. She smiled widely and ran around the area smiling and touching things. The first thing George noticed was a large metal instrument, he thought would be used for the dark arts, but it had knobs and buttons on it. It had abbreviated words like AM and FM and CD, which must mean something for them to understand about it. Then there was a large black box that was in front of two leather couches facing the window.
"What are these things?" George asked Yvonne.
"Oh, it's a CD player and a TV. oh my, have you ever seen on so big?"
"What's a T.V.?" George asked.
"Oh, I forgot, Witches and Wizards are not used to these things. Here let me show you, it plays music, and not the kind like the weird sisters and such. Here." She put in a c.d. and turned up a small knob on the side which made the noise louder. She fell on the leather couch and took in a deep breath and got up once more to explore the rest of the house. George was just intrigued by this so called TV.
George didn't much like the song playing, but he didn't know how to change it either. So he tolerated it. "who is this?" "Singing?" Yvonne looked at him and smiled.
"Its Jessica Simpson. She is a muggle singer."
"Are all of her songs like this?" Yvonne laughed at him.
"No, this one is just sang like that because of a muggle movie coming out. But I love this song. Its called 'These boots are made for walking" she said. There should be a better song on next. She went to change the song and George realized that he liked the song before a little better than the next one. This was racket to him.
"you don't like this song either?" she asked George.
"No, well a little, its growing on me, what's this one called?" he asked.
"Its called loose control by missy Elliot, she is a rapper. Here, I wanna start it over again…..I got a cute face chubby waist thick legs…." she was singing. He had never heard her sing. It was rather nasal but the song wasn't good for vocals to begin with. He smiled at her while she wasn't looking.
He went towards her to look at the other rooms. There was one big room, like a common room only it looked like a London Flat. Glass walls and modern furniture, eh had never seen things like this. A large bamboo floor rug against the hard wood flooring. A lamp that was used as a C.D. holder, a whole state of the art electronic system. And a note that Yvonne had skimmed over earlier.
Yvonne,
I realize that it is hard to move away from Muggle life so I accommodated this room for you especially, I hope it makes you happier, sadly George will not like it as much.
Dumbledore.
The song changed again, it was another song that Yvonne started singing to again. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me…" George smiled again. He had never heard this kind of music, but he liked what it did to Yvonne, she broke out of her shell so easily when it came to this muggle music.
There were two doors on either side of the room. One with a 'Y' and one with a 'G'. He looked into his room first. It wasn't very decorated. It looked like his room back in Gryffindor. He just shrugged his shoulders to the customary gold and red colors and Gryffindor crest on his sheets.
He decided to see Yvonne's room. Her room was much, much different. It had a purple canopy roof, that gathered into a Moroccan type lantern that lit the room amazingly well. Then below the lantern was a large purple bed with satin and sequined pillows and a lovely purple and black and green beaded rug on the ground. The room was so much better and more muggled than his own.
"This is too muggle like for me." said George. Yvonne laughed as she explored every cranny of her room. It was a truly amazing room. It looked almost like the one at her own home. In exception to the ceiling to floor windows and such.
"How is it too muggle? Its amazing, it reminds me of home."
"Your home looked like this?" George questioned
"Well, not exactly. But my rooms yes. And its truly amazing that Dumbledore would do all this for me. I mean he knew I was homesick, but never did I imagine this, I mean, oh wow!" she exclaimed. He just rolled his eyes and flopped onto her bed. He didn't realize how tiered he was until he felt the softness of her mattress. The goose down was simply gratifying. Yvonne noticed that all her clothing was already sorted in the correct drawer like she had it.
Her underwear taking up the first two and then tanks and shorts, then pants, then shirts. Then the bottom was extra big with all her accessories, seeing as she had more earrings than George had siblings. He looked at her when she opened the top drawer, of course, he may have been heavily depressed and a lot weighed his mind, be he promised himself, for Yvonne's sake, that he would act like he used to.
The top drawer was so over flown that a few panties fell to the ground were George got a good look at what Yvonne's personality was. She was embarrassed and quickly picked up her undergarments.
"Do all girls in America wear underwear like that?" he asked a little pink in the face.
"Huh? Oh, yeah a lot do, just mine are always extra cute cuz I love cute underwear." she said, unbothered by the question.
"Oy, I am so tired, I cant move." George said.
"Really?" said Yvonne.
"Yeah, no matter what happens, He-Who-must-not-be-named couldn't even get me to budge." At this he realized he had said the wrong thing. He hadn't noticed how un-modest Yvonne truly was. She had started to change from her school robes into something more comfortable. She slid her shirt off, exposing her upper half, with a black lacy bra. She then searched through her drawers and found an orange sequined shirt with short sleeves and put it on. George was slightly taken back but he admired her body. He smiled to himself. Then she found a pair of acid wash faded and holed jeans and slipped them under her skirt. Then slid the skirt off.
"Sorry, I didn't think you wanted to see my underwear." she said laughing at him.
"no, I don't mind." he said. Did he just say that? Did he really just say that? What was this woman doing to him? Oh well, he slightly liked it, he was becoming happier, well around her he was. Yvonne blushed so heavily that he face looked like it had been sunburned. Then she slipped on an orange Chuck Tailor and a flip flop.
"Which one?" she said. "this one-" as she lifted up the converse "Or this one?" as she showed him the flip flops.
"The flip flops. They go better with the outfit, besides the orange on the flip flops is sparkly like the shirt." She agreed and took off the shoe and slipped on the other flip flop, then proceeded to jump on the bed with him. She put her head on her hands and sat looking at the wall. He legs swinging in the air behind her.
"So, what does your room look like?" she asked looking at the wall still.
"The exact same thing as the room in Gryffindor tower." he said also looking at the wall.
"Oh. I like my room. I don't like the Gryffindor colors." she said.
"Yeah me neither come to think of it." He said, Yvonne gave a weak "hm" kind of laugh. And flipped into her back and looked at the ceiling. It was only four in the afternoon and she wanted to do something so badly. This was nothing like muggle America. She missed going to the movies and the mall but instead she was stuffed up in this castle But at least it was with George.
"So…" she said at length. "What do you wanna do?" He shrugged his shoulders. "You wanna play truth, truth, lie?" she asked.
"What's that game?" he responded. She sat up and crossed her legs.
"Its when you say two things that are true, and one thing that is a lie and whom ever is trying to figure out that person talking has to distinguish the lie. Its like a way to get to know someone. He shrugged his shoulders and agreed to it. "Okay, I will go first…."
Hours passed and the two were running out of truths and lies. George had been boggling the issue in his mind for the past ten million truths. Then he finally got up the nerve.
"Okay, I have one more before we kill ourselves with this game. Okay…Well." She noticed that his hands were getting sweaty, She smiled. " Okay, My brother and I used to prank the school, um… I am really a leper in disguise and…" at this he paused. Yvonne leaned in closer anticipation running through her veins. "I want to kiss you so badly right now." Yvonne was dumbstruck at this. She hadn't expected this, yet she smiled so widely it would have hurt under any other circumstances.
"You…You want to what?" she asked
Nothing…, nothing, never mind." he said slightly disappointed.
"I have one more too." she said inching closer to him. "I have twenty pets, I am a squib and…I want to kiss you too." she said smiling and turning red.
"How…,how long have you like me?" he asked.
"Since that day when you and I met on the train." she smiled looking at the floor. "you?" she asked him back.
"Since that night when Anthony broke up with you, I just had to kiss you, and I did but it didn't feel right. But now …it does." he said.
"Well, I will admit, that wasn't the best time to put a move on me…but I believe in second chances." she said smiling at him. She couldn't look at him in the eyes, she was very timid. He smiled at her and they both leaned in closer towards each other. Then he put his arms around her waist and she around his neck. A shudder flowed through Yvonne, she missed this feeling. At first it was just simple kissing. Then Yvonne's tongue demanded entrance into Georges mouth. He separated his lips and let her tongue come in and explore the oral cavity. Their tongues collided and caressed each other. They deepened the kiss every other second.
Yvonne pushed against George, making her more seductive and dominant which George decided he liked. Then they both shifted. She was on her back and he above her, still kissing, Their tongues probing within each other. Yvonne pressed her hands against Georges chest and George ran his hands through her long brown hair.
Then George started to break the kiss. He kissed her lips, then chin, then her neck and kissing in a line down to her collar bone, all the way towards the top of her shirt. Almost near her breasts. She took in a sharp breath of air. He started to take her shirt off. She agreed and let it swiftly come off. Then she did the same with him. Smiling as their lips connected again. He then kissed the canal between her breasts, while it may seem impossible seeing as her bra was still on. Their lips then began connecting and disconnecting over and over again.
Then he reached for the back of her bra, he undid one of the latches, she smiled again, she reach for his pants zipper, but before they could go any farther there was a knock at the door. The both sighed in agrivation and both started dressing again and George went for the door.
XOXOXO
After their talk with Dumbledore. They both retreated to the couch in the living room. He laid his head on her lap and she stroked his hair. He was falling asleep slowly. He grabbed her hand in his. "Yvonne." he said.
"Yeah." she said back smiling and keeping her eyes closed seeing as she was too tired to move much on anything, especially an eyelid.
"you are so beautiful right now." he said kissing her hand, slowly, No five fingers were left untouched. She smiled and kissing his hands back, again leaving no finger un-kissed. Then she kissed his forehead and then kissed once again on the lips slowly, every once in a while letting a small amount of tongue enter, but nothing of what had happened the hour before. They both fell asleep in each others arms. Cuddling next to each other lovingly.
XOXO
George woke at around ten that night, they had slept for five hours. He looked at Yvonne and kissed the back of her neck, trying to slowly move away from the bed without waking her. But this attempt was unsuccessful.
"No, come back." she mumbled. He laid back down beside her, she opened her eyes. "Are we? I mean…"
"I would love to." he said. She smiled and took his hand in his and kissed every finger as they had done before and he smiled and kissed her forehead and they laid there peacefully for the rest of the night.
