The next morning, Fred and I woke up seperately in our beds. We were too tired after the ball last night to even try anything. Crawling out of bed, I picked out some clean clothes that I was going to wear for the day, Fred, still dead asleep underneath the sheets.
"Fred?" I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently, "Fred? Are you getting up?"
"Erhhn me nooo..." he groaned, pulling the covers up over his head. "I guess thats a no," I heard Lee snigger across the room, "Honestly, did you see Ron last night? Your brother certainly knows how to land a punch."
"Well he learned from the best," I said with a wink. Lee smiled, "Yeah, I guess living with you and Fred, someone would have to learn how to defend themselves."
When I had reached the common room, I caught a glimpse of a familiar bit of unkempt black hair. Harry was sitting on the overstuffed couch, his emerald eyes glowering into the fire. "H-Harry?" Harry spun around, an anxious expression on his face, "W-what? Oh, George. S-sorry I thought you were someone..." I could hear him take an audible gulp, "Someone else."
"Who were you expecting?" I asked.
"Just..." he turned back to face the fire, "No one I guess. You'd never believe it if I told you."
I could tell Harry was awfully nervous, he kept wringing his hands around in his lap as if he was straining to get rid of something ... some kind of problem that he wasnt willing to share with anyone but himself.
"Listen, George? I'm really sorry about what I said the other day..."
I shook my head, "Its okay, Harry. "
"No its not okay. I just - I liked you, and I didnt know how else to go about it. I acted like a total git."
"Well yeah you did," I said with a laugh, "Its okay Harry. Don't worry about it."
The thought of Harry actually liking me was a bit more than I could understand. Fred and I had always had small crushes on him, we thought he was cute, though we didnt really pursue anything. And there he was, just sitting there so innocently. His hair a total mess, his pajamas a wrinkled disaster. I wanted nothing more than to just...hold him. To just, kiss him.
I sat down on the sofa next to him and placed my hand on his, "Harry...I."
Before I knew it, Harry's lips had landed on mine, and once again I was swept under his spell. A warm wave spread throughout my entire body, my hands tingling as I curled Harry's messy strands between my fingers.
I was cheating on Fred. But somehow I didnt really care. Both of us had always had our fantasies about Harry, and now - it was happening again. Laying on my back, Harry continued to kiss me. I could feel him becoming hard as he rubbed himself against my groin, his wrinkled pajama pants inching lower and lower each time he grinded. "Do you want to do this?" I asked as Harry gently nipped my ear. "Y-yes," he gasped between kisses, "Oh God yes..."
I met Harry in another kiss, my fingers wrapping around his tee shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. He was wearing Ron's favorite Chudley Cannons shirt, how he got it, who knows. His pajama pants already around his ankles, Harry continued to rub his cock against and between my thighs. I pulled down my own pants right to my knees, my own cock becoming stiff against Harry's motions. Lips parting in a soft moan, I felt as Harry released himself little by little, all over my bare thighs. "G-George..." he whispered, "I love you so much."
Around lunchtime, I was sitting with Lee Jordan and Fred. Fred was too busy apologizing to Angelina about the Yule Ball, but she was too doe eyed, I dont think she even noticed (I swear, if she was drooling, Fred would need a bucket). Every so often I would meet Harry's eyes, and he'd look away and continue talking with Ron. I'd catch little snippets of their conversation, I even heard Ron asking Harry, "I found my Chudley Cannons shirt on the common room floor this morning Harry, honestly...when you take it off, dont just leave it lying around."
I had to smile, Harry looked so flushed I could barely hear him mutter, "Sorry."
Lee Jordan had started talking to me again, but I didnt hear a word he was saying, "Right George?"
"Huh?"
"I said...'Right George'?"
"What was the question?"
Lee huffed and rolled his eyes, "I asked you if you wanted to look over these recipies for the Skiving Snackboxes. Because we cant get them wrong, right George?"
"Uh huh, yeah."
"Whatever." Snapped Lee, turning back to listen to Fred and Angelina. I felt a little bad, but Lee would get over it. I just couldnt stop staring at Harry. What we had shared earlier that morning was just so personal, so erotic...so...us. I had never felt that close to anyone, ever. Not even Fred.
I watched as Harry's full ruby lips parted into a smile, obviously Ron had said something very funny that Hermione didnt find the least amusing. "If you only knew Ron! These poor house elves! The abuse they must go through just to serve someone like you!" And with that, she rose up from the table and stalked away, dragging her heavy bookbag behind her. I listened as a loud grunt erupted from the Slytherin table, and Viktor Krum came bounding over (as ungracefully as humanly possible), tailing Hermione out of the Great Hall.
"Mione!" yelled Ron, his mouth full of ham sandwich, "She's a nightmare! I cant say anything around her!" I watched as my brother stared wistfully over at Krum trailing Hermione's heels, "Don't tell me that he's involved with Spew too." Harry shrugged, "You know how sensitive she is about Spew. She'll get over it."
"Its not SPEW!" spat Ginny,"Its S.P.E.W. You have no respect for her at all do you?" Ron just rolled his eyes, "Don't EVEN tell me you're involved in it too!" he snapped, stuffing the rest of his ham sandwich into his mouth, "Honestly Ginny! Thats such an insult, dosent she know that they actually LIKE doing house work? They get insulted if you try to free them! Especially the Hogwarts elves!"
Fred jumped right into the conversation, "Wait..so thats why all of my dirty underwear is still sitting under my bed?" Angelina and her buddies let out a couple giggles and an elongated 'Eeeewww.' Ginny sighed, "I dont know if she does know. But this is something she's really passionate about, Ron. At least support it, just a little bit."
I just watched Harry during the whole conversation. He just sort of sat there, robotically chewing on crisps, shoving one by one in his mouth, his emerald eyes just sort of staring blankly at the back wall. Tiny crumbs fell onto his full lower lip, his velvet tongue sliding over the pout, collecting every last salty bit. I dont know why I found that sexy, but I did. It just made me want to kiss him even more.
"Hey George?"
"Hm, what?"
I felt Fred shake my shoulder, "George, I'm talking to you."
I spun around, "Oh...sorry. What is it?"
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go upstairs for a while, before class?" He winked at me and squeezed my shoulder. "Oh um, I've got some Charms stuff I have to finish up."
Fred looked a little taken aback, "Oh, alright. Then I'll just see you at Arithmancy then?"
I waved, "See you."
Fred left the Great Hall with his head down, Lee at his side, and Angelina practically skipping behind them. I felt terrible after rejecting Fred, but I honestly was not in the mood for anything...not with him anyway. "Whatever," sighed Ron, "I'm going to the library. I need to - finish some stuff." And with that, he followed in Fred's footsteps and out through the great oak doors.
"Most likely checking up on Viktor and Hermione," sniggered Ginny, shaking her head, "Sometimes I wonder if Hermione really is totally clueless as to why Ron is so upset about her and Viktor."
Harry and I chimed in at once, "Why would he be?"
Ginny laughed, "I'm not even going to start...just go hunting for his journal. You guys will figure it out. See you." As soon as she left the table I asked Harry, "So about this morning...?"
Harry looked down at his plate, just the crusts and little pieces of cheese from his sandwich remaining, "Yeah...this morning. George, I dont know what came over me"
I smiled, "Its okay Harry, I really liked it"
Harry shook his head, "No it wasn't okay. George I shouldnt have done that to you. I know about you and Fred, and I shouldnt have interfered like that. I was just feeling really upset about Ron."
"About Ron?"
"I really like him George."
So thats what this was about. All that time with me, Harry was probably thinking about Ron, just releasing the feelings that he was having for my brother onto me. Literally.
"Harry I thought that you may have...actually, liked me for once. "
"I'm so sorry George. I didn't want to - "
I quickly got up from the table and gathered my things, "No. No need to explain," I forced a smile, "I'm just, you know...always getting my heart played with,"
Harry's eyes were pleading, "No...George please, what happened up there - "
I put a hand up, "No. No more, Harry. I'm tired of us playing games with eachother. And this time, I'm saying goodbye. For real this time."
And so I left Harry Potter at the lunch table with his mouth hanging open. Sure, I was upset about him just using me all those times we had been together. Then again, I was happy it was over. I didn't like sneaking around behind Fred's back, it really hurt me. So let Harry sulk, I thought, Ron will never like him. And then he'll end up all alone. Then again, he is used to be being lonely. Won't be much of a shock to him.
As I made my way up to the common room, Seamus Finnigan came hurtling out of the portrait hole, "Oh man! George! Tommorow night, there's going to be a party. With all the champions, and only a few 'select' individuals. Here," he handed me a little card, "All the info is on there. I gave one to Fred too. See you!" And he ran down the hall, cornering Cedric Diggory and Roger Davies against a portrait of a screaming old witch.
Not more than two seconds later did Fred come walking out of the portrait hole, "Can you believe this?" he said smiling, reading the invitation, "Its going to be 'gentlemen only'. Do you know what that means George?"
I giggled, "An all out sex party with outrageous amounts of alcohol, smoking, naked people and...Viktor Krum staggering drunk and him and Ron possibly making out?"
Fred nodded, "Exactly."