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Prompt: Dare

Pairing: George and Angelina

Dare

Angelina stirred and stretched languidly. She was quite warm and comfortable and not at all inclined to get out of bed. She rolled onto her side, hooking one long, dark leg over the pale, muscled legs of the man asleep beside her.

George.

She couldn't regret how last night had turned out, even if she didn't have any better idea of where they were at than before. Some secret, romantic part of her wanted to call what they did "making love." The more realistic and cautious side, the side that ruled her life, called it a "fun romp."

Angelina wiggled in close to George, pressing her naked breasts into his arm and her mons into his hip.

"Mmm, morning," he mumbled. He looked at her, a sleepy smirk on his face. "Ready to go again?"

"Actually, I think a trip to the loo is in order."

"As long as I get to watch that gorgeous arse wiggle down the hall."

She shoved him playfully. Angelina knew better than to let George know how much she liked it when he teased her. He would be unbearable if she let him get too full of himself.

She froze in the motion of sitting up as there was a loud banging on the door.

"Oi, George!" Ron yelled. "Get up already. Shop opens in a half hour."

"I thought Ron moved out," she hissed.

"He did." George said with a shrug. "But he still comes round for breakfast in the mornings. Hermione won't keep any of the fun cereals on hand."

"So, you were expecting him?"

"Yep, Harry too."

She stared at the door, echoing, "'Harry, too. . . ' George," she said, snapping her head around to look at him. "You do realize that all of my clothes are in the lounge."

His look was beatific. "Mine, too."

Angelina gave him one of her patented glares. "Well!"

"What?"

"I can't very well saunter out there starkers, now can I?"

"Why not?"

She just glared at him. Really, she couldn't see how that required any type of response.

Propping himself up on his elbow, George looked at her with an expression she hadn't seen on his face in. . .well, a very long time. Then he said:

"I. Dare. You."

She pushed him away. "How old do you think I am?" she demanded. "I'm not 15 anymore, I don't take dares from George Weasley!"

She climbed out of bed in a huff, knowing that he was watching her and feeling her nipples contract just at the thought. She grabbed the sheet and yanked it off the bed.

"Give me that," she snarled, wrapping it around herself.

She stalked to the door and pulled it open. Ron and Harry were in the small kitchen making breakfast. They stopped what they were doing to stare at her.

"Morning," she said tersely, then stomped down the hall and disappeared into the loo.

"Was that. . ." Harry started, scratching his head.

"Our old Quidditch captain, yeah," Ron responded.

"Beautiful when she's angry, huh?" George said gleefully from where he was standing in the bedroom door.

"Oi! George! Put some clothes on!" Ron cried in disgust. "I didn't need to see your prick while I ate my Fruit Loops."

George disappeared into his room, but not before giving the boys a good look at his backside.

"I think I'll start getting my morning coffee at that new Starbucks that opened a block over from Grimauld Place," Harry said prosaically.

Ron shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth before asking, "What's Starbucks?"