I am so sorry it has taken so long to update. I had a huge Anatomy test today and have been studying for it all week! I got an A, so it was well worth the time. I know this chapter isn't as long, but it dives into some more dark stuff with George that will carry on to the next chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter Five Rough
The first snow covered the Hogwarts grounds and everyone became anxious for the holiday break, even though they still had a few weeks to go.
Ella had found her youngest students were the hardest to deal with as they were the most anxious to leave for the holidays. She had decided to channel their energy into acting out their lessons. They were working on the giant wars.
During class she counted them off by twos to determine their groups. "Alright then, giants from the north move to the left side of the classroom and giants from the south go to the right." She was standing in from of them.
"I want you to research your particular group's battle techniques and their specific weapons. Be prepared to act out a giant battle tomorrow. You might have an audience, so make it worth their time."
Ella sat down to grade some of her older students' essays and quieted her current class when they become too loud.
That night after dinner Ella approached the headmistress.
"Professor?" She said timidly.
"Yes?" Professor McGonagall didn't look up.
"I was wondering if you would care to attend my class of first years tomorrow." Ella shifted from foot to foot.
"Is there any particular reason as to why I would do that?"
"They're reenacting a bit of history and I'm afraid it wouldn't mean as much if I were the only one to view it."
"I suppose I could manage that"
Ella took that as her dismissal cue.
"That was brave," Neville said afterwards.
"It was terrifying," Ella sighed. "Would you like to see the performance?" She asked.
"Sure. I don't have class that hour."
"Great." Ella thought it might not be so bad is Neville was there and it wasn't just Professor McGonagall.
The next day Neville arrived before her class and Professor McGonagall, though she arrived shortly after the first years.
"Alright class, assume your beginning positions." Ella perched herself on her desk. "I hope you all did adequate research because Professor Longbottom and Professor McGonagall have both given up their time to see this."
The students turned out to be above average actors and they had done fantastic research on their specific battle. Perhaps the most entertaining aspect of the reenactment was the dramatic deaths some of the students produced.
In the end, the northern giants ended up killing the majority of the southern giants, the rest of whom scampered away in defeat. The three professors applauded the performance and then the bell rang.
"Very good job!" Ella praised them as they left. "We'll finish out giant discussion tomorrow!" She called.
Neville waved goodbye, but Professor McGonagall hung back. "Professor Hawthorne, I want to offer you my praise."
When Ella looked at the headmistress she realized that she didn't look as stern. "Your praise?"
"Yes. In all my years of teaching here I have never seen anyone try to make this, generally boring, class exciting. Nor have I have seen students so engaged or interested in the topic." Professor McGonagall actually smiled a little bit. "I hope you continue to teach in such a manner and I would enjoy seeing more reenactments in the future."
With those words Professor McGonagall departed the classroom. Ella sat at her desk stunned and speechless, but immensely pleased with herself, until her next class came in and took their seats.
That Friday Ella met George at the Leaky Cauldron, which had become a ritual for them. She ordered a drink and animatedly began telling him of her success in the classroom with Professor McGonagall.
"Congratulations," George said, smiling amusedly at her enthusiasm.
"I was worried that this job would be horrible or that I would be a terrible professor." Ella sighed happily.
"Like you've been terrible at anything in your life," George scoffed, drinking his Butterbeer.
"Not terrible," Ella agreed with a smug smirk.
George laughed. "The French arrogance comes out."
"I'm not French." She nudged him playfully.
"You could've fooled me."
"Christmas is coming up soon," Ella said after a moment of lulled conversation. "Do you have any big plans?"
"I was hoping you would come with me to my parent's place." He was peeling the label on the bottle in front of him.
"Really?" Ella asked excitedly.
George's head snapped up. "You don't have to. It'll be crowded and loud and extremely overwhelming."
"I want to go!" Ella beamed.
"Seriously?" George asked skeptically.
"Of course," Ella said. "I really want to meet your family."
George smiled at her and kissed her lips gently. Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. George's fingers played in her thick, ebony hair.
"Alright you two. Not at my bar again. You're scaring the clientele," the bartender said.
The couple regretfully broke apart and looked at each other.
"You know I haven't seen the second floor of the joke shop," Ella said innocently.
"That's right, you haven't," George retorted. "We should o that right now. You have to have the grand tour." George pulled her to her feet and they bolted out the door and down the cobbled street.
George flicked his wand and the joke shop door opened and then closed and locked behind them.
"You've seen all this rubbish, that's not important." George pulled Ella through the rows of products. They went through the back room and up a flight of stairs.
There was only one room upstairs and it was George's plain bedroom, but Ella didn't have time to analyze the room before they were back to snogging each other.
They pushed each other's coats off and Ella pulled George's shirt over his head and kissed his chest as it was exposed to her. He tilted his head back as her hands found the fly of his jeans.
"This isn't quite fair," George observed, stepping back and looking at her. He only had his boxers on. Reaching out, he pulled her shirt over her head and then pressed his hand to the fly of her pants.
A low noise escaped from the back of Ella's throat and George quickly did away with the pants. He pulled her to the bed and lay beside her.
It seemed as though they had started over, gone quickly away from their very physical track. George kept his hands away from Ella for a moment, but she wouldn't have that, her body yearning for his touch.
He touched her gently, tenderly removing her undergarments. He held himself over her and kissed her neck to her collarbone to her ivory chest. George's hands were butterfly soft on her smooth thighs. Ella pushed her hips up to his and he looked at her with lust-filled eyes. He vigorously kicked his boxers off and situated himself between her legs.
Ella leaned her head back, ready for the moment she had so anticipated. George kissed her gently on the lips.
In her blissful state, Ella was suddenly aware of George's gentle lips, no longer tender, biting her chest and shoulders. Her arms were jerked and pinned above her head painfully and George rammed his body into hers repeatedly.
Ella's eyes snapped open, but she was too shocked to move much more than that. She gasped at the pain he was causing her. He was too strong for her to escape, so she only turned her head away from him.
Finally, his began to quicken and he finished with a strangled groan, collapsing on top of her. George's panting slowed and Ella, to her surprise, felt scalding hot tears falling onto her neck.
There you have it! I hope you liked it or that it moved you in some way! I would love to know how you feel about it. No hate comments or flames please!
Happy reading,
Avonmora