MY NAME IS NOT J.K. ROWLING, SO NO, I DO NOT NOR DO I INTEND TO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY. ALL I'M TRYING TO DO IS FINISH A STORY THAT EXPLORES MY OWN PERSONAL ADDITIONS TO HER WONDERFUL WORLD. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME. All mistakes are my own. ALSO, THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE/NC-17 FOR A REASON. THAT REASON IS VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT OR IN OTHER WORDS- SEX! LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF DETAILED SEX! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED SO DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU (NOT THAT I'M ENVISIONING ANYONE PROTESTING A BIT OF GOOD-NATURED, ALBIET POORLY-WRITTEN PORN WITH PLOT).
WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY...
CHAPTER 24
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I felt like a muggle actor in one of those dramatic television shows my American aunt would watch in the afternoon, the ones with the fake air and the bad acting. The air was the same way, swirling in a magic way that revealed something was not quite right. The actors at least seemed sincere, even if their actions started off pretty mundane.
I saw a woman standing with her back turned, bent down to retrieve something from one of the dozens of boxes strewn across the floor. She was wearing a horrible magenta robe that swung in the air behind her as she shot up suddenly. Her attention focused on the man leaning against the doorway. Although he was clearly quite a few years older, I immediately recognized the smirk on the man's face as belonging to George.
"Verity?" George addressed the girl staring up at him.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" She replied, coming to a halt in front of George who appeared to be her boss.
"Are you helping a customer right now?" He asked.
"No? I'm doing inventory on the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder like you asked me after that lot of Slytherins bombarded the shop." The woman scoffed in response. By the way she was looking at George with a hand akimbo, hips cocked, voice a mixture of annoyed and affectionate...I could tell this Verity character was far too comfortable with this future version of George. "Besides I thought you closed up ten minutes ago."
"I did." George said matter of factly, not making a move to step out of the doorway. He stood staring at the girl through narrowed eyes.
"Okay? Why are you acting so weird?"
George ignored the woman's question to seek permission to ask one of his own. When she pointed out that he just had he scoffed at her, choosing that moment to step further into the room. He walked in a circle around the young woman, stroking his chin as he considered her before stopping to stand directly in front of her.
"What are you doing, Mr. Weasley?" She asked, blush rising to her cheeks.
"Trying to decide how you've done it." He said plainly, as if that answered anything at all.
"Done what?"
"Well, that's a very loaded question isn't it, love?" He said cryptically. The laugh that followed his statement was not a reassuring sound. "But I thought I was the one supposed to be asking you something?"
Verity didn't answer him, just nodded her head to continue. It was apparent she was struggling with the lack of space George put between them. He stood at least a good foot taller than her, with less than that amount of room before they'd be touching. He leered down at the blushing woman as she squirmed under his heated gaze. He was clearly amused by the reaction, his tone teasing as he finally asked his question. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
"What?! You can't be serious! You're my boss, George!" The girl exclaimed, her dark brown eyes growing wide at the suggestion. When George's only reaction to her indignation was to grin wider she continued, stumbling over her words. "And w-what about that girl? The one you love? Oh, what was her name? Andrella or something?
George smile didn't falter as he reached his hands forward to cup her face. He tilted her head upward and stared into her eyes with an expression I knew as the one he wore right before he told me he loved me. I knew was dreaming at his point, but that didn't stop the irrational anger from pitting in my stomach, it was after all, by definition an emotion uncontrollable by forces of logic or reason.
I wanted to vomit as I watched George lean down to kiss this Verity. I wanted to slap him for kissing another woman. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him back I wanted to slap her, too. I wanted to run over and rip them apart. I wanted to rip my own eyes out as I watched her wrap her legs around his waist. I wanted to break both of his hands as they reached under her skirt to grip her ass.
I wanted to leave when he started to back her against the only clear patch of wall in the overcrowded office. I wanted to break all ten of her fingers as they worked their way over his body to unbutton his tight fitting muggle jeans (the ones that I've always told him make his ass looked incredible). I wanted to gauge my own eyes out as I watched George lose his patience with the buttons on her blouse, forcefully ripping the offending material off of her body in his frustration.
I didn't know how much longer I could watch him suck at her neck like George of the future was a vampire and this girl was literally his next meal. The look in his eyes as he devoured her exposed skin suggested this was a valid theory but I had my doubts (mostly, I'm not the lucky type of person, more the murphy's law type).
I didn't want to be here trapped in this tiny room, forced to watch George passionately embracing another woman. I didn't want to admit what that girl was doing to elicit those needy noises from his mouth. I didn't want to admit it was a moan, but it was undeniable as he cried out a second time. I didn't want to hear the words coming out of his mouth, ruined as they were being said to another woman.
"I love you...I love you so much, I always have."
I didn't want to hear Verity's reply of, "I love you, too, George."
"I love you...Andrella."
"Andrella."
"George?" The woman asked, pulling away at being called the wrong name.
"I love you, Andrella."
"Andrella, I love you, but you've got to wake up now," came the sound of George's voice, much farther away than the version of him standing in front of me-even if his lips were too busy to form words regardless of distance.
I sighed in relief. Whoever the version of George that was pressing himself between his employees' thighs was a version of George I preferred not to know. I wanted to find my George…
"Drella! It's already seven o'clock on Christmas morning and I haven't opened a single present yet!" the disembodied voice of George whined. As I began to search for the source, my surroundings started to turn hazy near the edges. The scene faded out until I had the strength to open my eyes.
"George?" I asked groggily, searching for his face.
"Who else would it be? Unless...you weren't dreaming of someone else were you?" George asked and I wasn't completely convinced the hesitance in his voice was as much of a joke as he meant it to come across.
"No. Definitely not." I groaned, eyes squeezing shut to try to block out the image of alternate-George grinding his hips into that Verity-tramp's.
"Well, what was it then? Was it bad?" George asked, as I became aware of the pattern he was absentmindedly tracing on my bare thigh. "You were shaking."
"No, I'm just being silly. Could've been much worse, but still not something I want to think about first thing in the morning." I sighed, seeing no point in trying to lie about my nightmare if George already knew. That didn't mean I wanted to elaborate on the subject. As quickly as I collapsed onto the bed, I was springing back up. This time with a smile on my face. "It's morning. That means it's Christmas!"
"Yes, I just said that. You catch on quick don't you?" George teased.
"Be nice, It's Christmas!" I whined, giving him my best pout.
"You're right. Happy Christmas, Drella." George beamed, pulling me back down to lay on his chest.
"Happy Christmas, George." I replied, making myself comfortable on top of George. I was perfectly content to stay right there for the rest of the forever, or at least the morning, but we were both still naked from the night before. A fact that George was very aware of, judging by the growing pressure between my legs. Whether he realized it when he laid me down or not, George certainly noticed our rather appropriate positioning as I shifted to get more comfortable.
"Is this my Christmas present?" George chuckled, wiggling his hips suggestively against mine. The sudden and unexpected friction of his quickly growing erection rubbing between my legs caused me to moan and him to laugh. "If so, I can honestly say it's the best one I've ever gotten." He growled in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his tone sending heat to lower places.
"George." I pleaded, tugging his hair to direct his lips back to mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, pressing my body close to his as his tongue explored my mouth.
After suddenly getting an idea, I pulled away from the heated kiss. I disentangled my fingers from his hair and placed my hands on George's chest to steady myself. Slowly, his eyes blinked open to look up at me. Although slightly dazed, I could see the question forming on his lips. "Nothing's wrong." I preemptively reassured him. " I just need to get up for minute."
"Okay?" he said, giving my hips a tight squeeze before his hands fell down to rest at his side.
"Trust me, you'll like this."
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I said trust me, didn't I?" I giggled as I slid off of George to stand next to bed.
"I do. With my life." George replied easily. I was delighted to find his eyes closed, a content smile sliding onto his face.
Pleased by his answer, I set forth with the task I put into my own hands. I had little experience with what I was planning. Where George had been more than eager to expand his...oral talents...I had been more shy in that arena. Dreading the idea of kneeling on the stone floor for any extended period of time, I imaged the cloud like surface George and I first made love on inside the Room of Requirement. With an equal amount of shock and pride, I found it appeared easily for me. More than that, the act of magic did not drain me like normal, but only seemed to energize me.
Still slightly skeptical, I pressed my hand into the material. Satisfied, I kneeled down and felt a slight tickle against my calves as the cool, cloudy wisps surrounded my legs. I took a moment to admire my view of George. He was sprawled back on the bed, with his arms folded under his head, causing his stomach muscles to stretch and tighten under my gaze. Tentatively, I ran my fingers over the hard line of his hip bone, loving how easily irritated he was by the feather-light touches.
"Stop tickling me." George grumbled, still not bothering to move away or open his eyes.
"Sorry, that wasn't the intention." I laughed, increasing the pressure as my fingers trailed down his thigh.
"Seems like it." George complained, squirming slightly.
"You don't like that?" I teased.
"Being tickled? Not particularly."
"Hmm. I'll just have to try something else then." I mused, proud of myself for keeping the nerves out of my voice. With nothing but characteristic Gryffindor courage and a here-goes-nothing attitude, I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the tip of George's cock. Just as suddenly, I pulled back, licking my lips clean of the salty, sticky liquid.
"Fucking Hell, Drella." George cursed, bolting up with widened eyes.
"What? Don't like that either? Well, if I remember correctly…" I paused, letting my hands fall on the inside of his thighs. "You seemed to really like it when I did this." Not allowing him to speak, I grabbed the base and ran my tongue up the length of his rapidly growing erection. His protest morphed into a choked sob halfway up his throat.
"That's what I thought." I snickered before bending down to repeat the motion.
"Y-You don't...Fuck!...You don't have to-" George stammered
"I know I don't have to, George," I scoffed, knocking away the hand that was trying to gently (and half-heartedly) pull me away. "I want to. You don't see the way you look right now."
"How's that?" George panted. My hand had replaced my mouth so that he didn't get the wrong idea. I had no intention of stopping. As soon as he understood that I wasn't doing this under any sense of obligation, I planned on finishing what I started. If it wasn't so endearing, his blasted Gryffindor chivalry would be downright annoying.
"Like you're completely at my mercy." I grinned, giving him a slight squeeze.
"And what are you going to do with me?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas, but I need you to do something for me first."
"As you said, I'm at your mercy." George replied, squirming around the bed again, but this time not because my touch tickled.
"I'm glad you agree." I beamed, rewarding him by using my thumb to stroke the slit. "What I'm going to ask of you is quite simple. We're gonna play a...game of sorts. There's only two rules."
"Sounds good, let's play." George muttered impatiently as I removed my hands to barely touching him.
"You don't even know what the rules are! They could be anything!" I laughed at his eagerness.
"Fine. What are they, then?" George huffed.
"First, I'm going to suck your cock and I'm going to enjoy it. No, this is not debate this is fact, George Weasley." I said fiercely, cutting off the protest before it could form in his throat. "Rule number one: You're going to look me in the eyes while I'm doing it. If at any point, you feel as if I don't 100% want to be sucking your cock, then stop me."
"And the second rule?" George croaked, voice a few octaves deepers than usual.
"Eye contact."
"Eye contact?" George repeated.
"Yes. Don't look away or close your eyes. Whoever does has to do whatever the other says for the rest of the day." I clarified, making the rules up as I went. "Still want to play?"
"What kind of question is that?" George snorted, muttering under his breath. "Have to be bloody mad to turn you down on an offer like that."
"Got the rules down?" I asked, placing a lingering kiss to his shaking thigh.
"Don't break eye contact." George answered.
"Good." I snickered, knowing I had already won before we had even started playing.
As I now had his undivided attention, I bent down slowly taking in the sight of George's fully engorged member, until my lips rested on the tip. I watched his blue eyes darken to black as my tongue flicked out to lick up the precome that was freely dripping down the shaft. It tasted salty but not unpleasant, and the smell was uniquely George. I swirled my tongue around the tip experimentally. I found not only did it make George squeak, but it had the added benefit of directing the liquid downward where it mixed with my saliva, reached my hands as they worked their way over his thighs to grip the base.
I felt him harden to steel in my loose grip as all blood flowed south. I began to take him into my mouth then, flattening my tongue to allow the weight of his growing cock. I started to bob my head, taking more each time as my hands worked to meet what my mouth didn't reach. I tried to recall my few past experiences to remember what he liked.
I let my thumb fall to stroke his sack, loving the way George couldn't hold back his profanity: "Fucking Hell, Drella!"
George hated saying the "f-word" unless it was the only word that could best encapture what he was communicating. I couldn't help the triumphant giggle as a string of "fuck, fuck, yes, Drella, fuck" fell from his lips, the vibration of the noise against his cock only causing his stream of consciousness swearing to intensify.
"Mmm." I hummed again. Encouraged by the increased taste of salt on my tongue, I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed as much of George's length as I could without choking.
"Fuck, Drella, I'm gonna-" George cried, eyes slamming shut as he lost the ability to speak. But he didn't get to finish his warning before he came white hot down the back of my throat. I drank it down, suckling until he was soft and licked clean. George was momentarily rendered an oversensitized wreck. Unable to touch him when he was like that, I leaned back to admire the product of my handiwork.
George looked positively ravished. His hair was a fright, sticking up every which way, as untamable as a wildfire. His bangs clung to his forehead in a sweaty mess, but otherwise clung to his pale skin in a way that made the rest of his body glisten. I was captivated by one particular bead that dripped from his clavicle, down his toned chest, pooling in the patch of hair just beyond his Adonis V. The muscles contracted and expanded rapidly with his still labored breathing, his legs still twitching under my grasp as I remained perched on the cloud mat, drinking it all in.
"Would you get up here already?" George whined not bothering to open his eyes as he collapsed back onto the bed.
"You closed your eyes." I pointed out.
"So, tell me to do something then."
"You don't seem very upset about losing."
"Whatever you want me to do, I'm sure it was worth it." George promised.
"Hmm. We'll see about that." I said with a false sweetness as I used George's blissed out state to my advantage by making myself invisible before he could open his eyes. Making sure not to touch him, I moved so I was kneeling on the bed beside George.
On their own accord my hands reached out to trace over the path of hair on his stomach where that tempting bead of hard-earned sweat disappeared. It was as if my body was one step ahead of my mind in realizing how loudly his body called out to mine. It had the desired effect as my hand dropped lower causing his cock to jump in renewed interest.
"Is it your goal to make my tombstone read "Death by Mind-Blowing Sex (Literally!)" George groaned. Leave it to him to make jokes in his barely conscious post-coital state.
"No." I answered easily. "It's my goal to have you make my tombstone read those words."
"Is that so?" George tossed back lazily, his arms reaching out blindly to pull me to his side.
"Yes. Do you accept those terms?"
"Like I said, be a fool to turn you down."
"Right answer." I praised him before instructing, "Now open your eyes."
I was quickly enamored by the way his breath caught in his throat as my fingers ghosted over his nipples. I watched the confusion work its way onto his face with a smug smile he couldn't see.
"When did you decide it was your personal mission to seduce me with a devious habit of using my own words against me?" George asked in a mystified tone as his hands reached out to feel the skin he couldn't see, using the only sense left to his advantage.
"I learned from the best, besides this is what you had in mind last night, wasn't it?" I teased, dipping one hand lower, scraping my nails up his thigh, dangerously close.
"This is better. You never fail to exceed my expectations." George groaned as I brushed my palm across his rapidly reawakening member.
"Good. Let's see if I can empart half the torment you put me through last night." I giggled, hand massaging his sac gently.
"You're off to a good start." He growled.
"Hmm. I am curious though…" I mused.
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but curious about what?"
"Whether or not you can drive me as crazy when you can't see what you're doing." I said, emboldened by my invisibility.
"Is that a challenge?" George scoffed, hand reaching out blinding to squeeze my hip.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether or not you're up for it."
"You know my pride won't allow me to back down from a direct challenge. The real question is whether or not you're ready to lose the ability to walk." George countered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You talk a big talk, George, but I wonder if you can show me the skills to back it up." I teased.
"That's right, get used to saying my name because that's going to be your punishment for doubting my ability."
"Oh, I'm so scared." I said mockingly throwing my hands up.
"That's it, Drella. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I'm waiting...George."
George let out a primitive growl at the sound of his name. His blunt fingernails dug into my hips as he flipped our position, pressing my body firmly into the mattress under his. In the maneuver, George had aligned our hips so that I couldn't conceivably miss how aroused he had grown by our exchange. If he wasn't clear enough already he verbalized my thoughts. "I don't need to see you to give you what you need." He promised, his index finger tracing a sure line from my navel to my lips, causing me to shiver at the light touch before George swooped down for a kiss.
Once he no longer needed his hand as a guide, they roamed freely over my body, being anything but gentle. I loved when George was gentlemanly, when he held me in his arms, rocking together delicately climbing to an unrushed climax. That was the definition of love-making, everything that I wanted sex to be when I only had an innocent idea of what it was. But George knew better than that; he knew what I was too shy to admit out loud. I loved it be when he got caught up in his own pleasure and the passion between us became blinding, when he was rough and careless, when his thrusts got a bit too hard or his grip too tight. George above all else was a gentleman, especially in bed. It was usually at a point beyond control that George gave into his more animalistic instincts.
It was clear by the way he was touching me that I wouldn't have to coax him or persuade him tonight. It was his full intention to give me what I craved, more than that, he planned on using it against me to prove a point. I scratched my way down his chest, daring him to make good on his promise. Without warning, George's much larger hands sprung up to enclose around my wrists.
He eased them over my head, smirking down at me as he spoke, "Finally, I've got you where I want with you."
"What are you going to do to me?" I questioned, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
George did not rise to my taunting. In fact, the devilish smirk never left his face as he responded in an even tone, "Exactly what I said I would do. I am going to show you just how well I know your body, Andrella. And I swear to Merlin I won't let you come until your throat is sore from screaming my name."
I was glad he couldn't see the blush darkening my cheeks but I couldn't hide how his words made me squirm beneath him. I had no doubt he knew what his blunt tone did to me, how much he turned me on as he demanded what he wanted from me with complete confidence that I would comply.
"Now, if I remove my hands are you going to keep yours there or do you need me to help you keep them there?" His tone was firm but his voice was silky.
"No." I said quickly, eager for him to touch me already.
"'No' what?"
"No, I don't need help. I'll-I'll keep my hands here...George." I stuttered, remembering the one rule of saying his name. George might have had his hands full but he still found ways to distract me. He would wiggle his hips every so often, nudging my legs further apart as he rubbed himself against my inner-thigh, never giving me the satisfaction of direct contact.
"You'll be rewarded for being good. This is supposed to be your reward after all." George beamed, leaning down to kiss me before he released my hands.
"Oh, yeah?"
George didn't answer me. Instead he asked, "You promise to keep your hands where they are?"
"Yes, George." I reassured him, starting to get frustrated from the lack of friction. I woke up painfully aroused (George-Of-The-Future had delicious stubble, a fact I may have neglected to properly appreciate in my jealousy) and have only worsened the situation since.
"Good. Try to remember your promise." He said with a boop of his index finger to my nose before he swiftly traced another invisible line down my body. This time he didn't stop until it was trapped between our bodies. "My, my. Looks like someone's quite excited about our little game."
"Like you're one to talk, now stop teasing me." I huffed, shifting my hips to meet his hand.
"Why would I ever do that when it's so much fun to watch you squirm?"
"George, please." I begged.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." George chuckled, moving so he was kneeling between my feet.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he bent to kiss my ankle bone
"Sharing the Christmas spirit." George said between kisses, his lips steadily moving up my leg. He stopped on my inner thigh, looking up at me through thick ginger lashes. "Remember what I Said. I want to hear you say my name."
Even though I was expecting it, I was not ready for the feel of his tongue as it flicked out to tease my most sensitive spot. My vocal reaction only served to encourage him. He braced his hand on my upper thighs, pushing them as wide as they could so he could lay on his stomach between them.
I wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours before he had me shaking. The passing of time wasn't something I was concerned about. A moment ago, I would have said I'd be happy to lay here for the rest of eternity as George worked his special brand of magic, but it was quickly becoming too much. His tongue moved with too much precision, bringing with it a pain that rivaled only the pleasure it derived. At the same time, it wasn't enough. I didn't want to finish like this; I wanted him inside me.
"George."
"Yes, love?" He answered, not moving his head so that breath continued to tickle my over-sensitive skin. He placed gentle kisses to my lips as he waited for me to speak.
"George, please. I want you." I pleaded.
"You want me to what?" George asked for specifics, my frustrating causing him far too much amusement for my liking.
"Please, George."
"Sorry, love, but if you can't tell me exactly what it is you want me to do to or for you, I'm perfectly content to pick up where I left off." George laughed, already making good on his word. His tongue flattened, moving to touch anywhere but my painfully, throbbing clit. This was for the best; I didn't know how much more I could take of this.
Swallowing my embarrassment in asking for what I wanted sexually, too desperate for release not to try again. "George, please. I-I want you inside of me."
"Hmm, what was what? Couldn't hear you?" George barely paused to mumble, returning to his more targeted assault technique.
"Please, George. S-stop. I don't want to c-come unless you're inside. FUCK! I like it better when I can feel you inside of me, feels better. Please, George. I'm so close. Please." I was nearly sobbing at his point. George was too good at what he was doing. I was too close to the edge of oblivion to control what I was saying, but I kept holding on, desperate for him to give me what I wanted.
I knew that it was very rare for orgasms to sync even once in a blue moon, much less every time. I knew it was part of my freaky condition I didn't fully understand, but dammit, it was probably one of the best benefits and i'd be stupid not to take advantage of the fact.
George granted my wish by directing his assault of open-mouthed kisses up my body until his mouth hovered near my ear. "I could never refuse you when you ask for something. Especially not something like that, especially not with the way you're openly begging...but don't forget the rule."
"I won't, George, just-" The rest of my sentence (and thought process) was lost in a moan as I cried out. Although there was no real need for it, except to torture me, George entered me slowly. I never failed to appreciate how well-endowed George was, but as he laid over me, burying himself in me inch-by-inch, I felt myself stretching to fit him. His size never discouraged me, not when I knew George would never hurt me and would be the one insisting we stop if he ever found out he hurt me. The fact that I knew the discomfort would soon be outweighed by mind-numbing pleasure, gave me the confidence to wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in deeper.
"George." I pleaded again. If he wanted me to say his name, I could as long as he would move. Saying his name had the desired effect as he instinctively snapped his hips forward the rest of the way until we were completely joined as one. He remained still inside of me, laying so I could feel the full weight of his body over mine.
"George," I repeated, watching his blues darken to a storm grey as they stared hungrily down, exactly where my lips were forming the letters of his name.
"If you stop saying my name, for just one second, Andrella, I'm going to be forced to stop. Even if it kills me." He said through clenched teeth, his entire body rigid with the self-control it took to still himself.
"I won't, George, please. Please move." George sighed as he heard what he needed to hear me say. When his eyes opened again, looking directly into mine with blind confidence, his blissed out expression was replaced with a mischievous grin. I watched as they narrowed in desire as his gaze moved to where we were joined. Flexing his impressive self-control, he slid out just as slowly as he entered, not once looking away from what he was doing.
"Fuck, that is so trippy." He groaned, mesmerized by the movement of his hips. I couldn't attest to that but I could only imagine what it was like from his perspective. It must have been something he enjoyed as he started experimenting with his strokes. I couldn't honestly guess what it was like for George, watching his dick literally disappear into thin air inside of me. We'd have to try this out again with our positions reversed…
I had just started thinking of all the possibilities when George hit a spot inside of me that had me crying out, unable to think of anything except how to angle my hips just right so he'd do it again.
No matter how distracted I became as George started to lose his grip on his control, I did not forget my promise. I was terrified that If I stopped saying his name for even a minute he'd make good on his threat to walk away without letting me finish. George was swinging his hips with undocumented abandon and zero sense of chivalry as he literally fucked me into the mattress, hands purposefully bruising their hold on her hips. I clawed at his back to find purchase, loving that I left behind long red scratches in his pale skin. For once I cried his name without fear of anyone overhearing, being however miles we were currently underneath the Forbidden Forest.
As my breath became labored pants the letters lost their meaning, yet the syllables continued to fall from my mouth as George continued to pound into me with dead accuracy. Every thrust aimed at the magic button inside of me was hit spot on, causing me to dig my nails into his broad shoulders and hold on for dear life.
I couldn't tell you how long George was able to maintain his brutal pace before both our legs were an intertwined quivering mess, clinging together as our bodies began to rise from the mattress. I watched in awe as the crimsons flames roared to life around us as our climax steadily built. I held on to George, not daring to stop uttering his name. Even as I lose comprehension, I never looked away. Even without being able to see me, he stared directly into my eyes, the intensity in his gaze rivaling that of the strength of his thrusts. His pace was unwavering even as his own climax made his hips move on their own accord as they sought the one stroke that would bring him over the edge.
He said my name as he came, his blue eyes widening as my body materializing before him became too much. The sight of it set me over the edge with him, the sound of George's name cut off with a scream as my body arched into his. His hips stuttered as he finally relinquished the last of his control over their movement, where he remained buried deep inside of me until we collapsed back to the bed.
"Fuck, George." I giggled upon saying his name for the thousandth time in the last twenty minutes. It had yet to regain its meaning. I was too blissed out to be embarrassed by the wet slide of George pulling out of my body in favor of flipping onto his back to lay me over his chest.
"I know, Drella, but-"
"No. Don't say it." I groaned, cutting him off by flinging my hand over my mouth. I didn't move it until he licked me fingers, coating them in his spit. After staring him down for a solid minute, I wiped it on his cheek. "That doesn't really bother me, you know? I'm literally covered head to toe in your saliva right now."
"That's a weird way to put it." George grimaced, obviously not appreciating the alternative perspective on what we had just done.
"Whatever. You're just lucky I want to give you your present." I huffed, rolling over to get out of bed. Or at least, I tried, but when I went to rest my weight on the ground I felt my knees buckle. Thankfully I felt back to the bed instead of the floor.
"Bloody hell, George." I swore, my voice cracking as I realized I honest to Merlin couldn't walk.
"You should know better than to challenge me like that if you aren't ready to pay the consequences of my inevitable victory." George gloated, drawing me back into his arms. I settled back into his embrace now that it was clear I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"If a mind-blowing orgasm is the price I have to pay then I guess I'll be challenging you more often." I teased back, kissing him lightly. I'd like to regain my breath for the first time before I lost it again in search of round two.
"You're absolutely right, of course, but what's this about presents? I thought that lovely display with your mouth was my gift?" George redirected the subject with a sly smirk.
"Oh, come on. You know damn well that's not what I got you for Christmas."
"What did you get me, then?" George prodded, propping himself up on his elbow so he could give me an expectant look.
I made a dramatic show of rolling my eyes at him before I closed them. I visualized the small box stashed in my trunk, wrapped in my favorite sweater. I opened my eyes one at a time, hesitant of what to expect even though I felt the weight of the box as it settled in my outstretched palm. I handed the box over with a satisfied grin, drinking in the amazement in his eyes. He gave me a quick peck before he tore into the candy cane striped wrapping paper without pretense.
Laughing, I sat up straight so I could properly see his reaction to the gift I have worked so painstakingly to create for him. Compared to the magnitude of the twins gift-this incredible fortress-my gift to George was nothing but I was still proud of it. I watched as George ripped the rest of the shiny paper away to open the small black box underneath. I hid my grin as George picked up the lacy material in confusion.
"What's this?"
"Not really a gift. At least, not in itself. Think of it as a bonus." I said, holding my hand out for the scrap of fabric George was examining from every angle but the correct one. I held the item straight out so he could see. "This is a thong in that horrible magenta I know you're fond of."
"What do I do with it?" George asked excitedly.
"The idea was that I'd wear it with the intention of you taking it off, but if you want to switch up the roles I won't be the one to tell you no." I replied, unable to contain my laughter when realization struck and his jaw dropped into the shape of a perfect "O".
"Well, in any case, I love it. Thank you." George responded, more excited than before.
"That's not your present, dork."
"No? What's my present? Is it you in the promise of more lingerie?" George teased, leaning down to kiss me.
I kissed him back for a minute before impatiently pulling away. "Your present is still in the box and if you don't hurry up I'll take it away before you even get to know what it is."
"You're awfully feisty this morning." George commented but returned his attention to the small box in his hands.
With a sigh, I admitted, "I'm just nervous about how you'll like it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get snappy with you."
"Don't be nervous, love. You have nothing to apologize or be anxious about. I absolutely adored your other gifts." came George's cheeky reassurance as he finally revealed his gift. I held my breath as he brought it and its identical counterpart close to his face to observe the gifts that had me sweating.
Two necklaces sat in George's large palm, their gold chains slipping through his fingers. The chain size was the only difference between them, but the stone pendants were identical. The image of a laughing coyote and flying raven curled in a circle were all carefully carved into the onyx. I worked for weeks with Professor McGonagall to get the stone to transfigure itself into a form beautiful enough to warrant a gift. This was right harder than it sounded when you only have intuition as a guide in creating an imagine you can't fully see. Several indistinguishable lumps later and the form of the coyote and raven emerged as I coaxed my magic into creating something that represented George and I equally. A few dozen materials tested and we have the final result sitting in George's hand. The one he was yet to comment on.
"So….what do you think?" I prompted, unable to take one more second of the unbearable silence.
"'What do I think?'" George repeated the question, his blank expression cracking into a magnificent grin. "I think these are incredible, Drella. Where did you get them?"
"I made them." I admitted, blushing as George's smile widened. He correctly guessed the pendant attached to the thicker linked chain was mean for him and worked carefully not to get his hair caught in the precious metal clasp as he slipped it on over his head.
He then took the smaller of the pair and placed it around my neck. I explained how professor McGonagall helped me create it. "Flitwick should be getting the most credit. These would just me matching necklaces if it weren't for him."
"What do you mean?" George asked, fingers twirling the pendant absently.
"He helped me find and place the right charm on that they will be work properly no matter the distance between us. It will tell us where the other is. I kinda got the inspiration from your mum's clock. It doesn't move though, just says the location on the inside." I said flipping the pendant around my neck to the underside, where in miniscule cursive handwriting, read the words: "Forbidden Forest; In Bed".
"You're rambling again, Drells." George murmured, taking my hand in his own. He raised it against his lips, placing gentle kisses to my fingers until I finally looked up at him.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, Andrella. Thank you. I'll never take it off." George vowed so earnestly I couldn't doubt his sincerity.
"Good. That's kinda the point." I laughed, easily snuggling back into George's side now that the nerves had been evaporated.
"As much as I'd love to stay here in bed with you for the rest of the day, we've got to get back to the tower before my brothers send a search party."
"I'd argue if I knew you weren't right." I groaned, clinging to George tighter despite my admission of defeat.
"Cheer up, love. We've got lots to look forward to today." George chuckled, scotting into a more upright position. Refusing to relinquish my hold, I slid up with him.
"But I don't want to get dressed and interact with other humans." I whined into his chest.
"Look at it this way, the sooner we interact with these other humans-otherwise known as our family-the sooner we get to make use of my Christmas bonus, even if it will pain me to watch you get dressed." George eagerly explained, holding up the scrap of pink lace to emphasis his thought process.
"I see how that might motivate you to get up, but I fail to see how it motivates me…"
"Because Darling, I think tonight we'll take advantage of your wonderfully useful new skill of making just one of us invisible on me." George punctuated his statement with a shameless wink.
"Is that so?" I shot back, stretching out just so I had reason to press my body closer to his in attempts to keep him in bed.
"Oh yes. Now that we have guaranteed privacy for however long we wish, I plan on taking full advantage of the fact." George answered. I didn't need to be able to see him to picture the wicked grin that accompanied his words.
"Is that a promise?"
"What that I'm going to absolutely ravish you once we're finished participating in all the wholesome, good-ole-fashioned, yuletide fun with the family? Is that even a question?" George snorted, the motion jostling me off his shoulder. When I remained silent for more than a minute he grabbed my chin and gently pulled my face so that we were eye-level. "You bet your sweet arse it's a promise, Wendling." He said with complete seriousness before pulling my mouth to his for a languid kiss, slow but with the promise of prolonged passion in return for my patience.
"Fine, then. Let's go." I huffed, pushing myself off his chest and onto my feet. "I'll hold you to your word, Weasley."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, love. I've already proven I'm not one to back down from a challenge. That goes for promises as well." George said. He stood up beside me so he could swoop in for another kiss. With our bodies once again flush against each other I couldn't help but to feel the reanimation of a very specific region of George's lower half.
"Oh no. No. None of that, George. Not again." I chastised him and broke away from the kiss.
"What?" He said with an innocence only those that knew him exceptionally well would clock as false.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I scoffed, letting my eyes flicker downward for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "And you are right on all accounts." Dazed silent by the admission that I thought he was right I didn't allow him the chance to gloat before bulldozing on. "I wouldn't put it above your brothers to come looking for us and I don't fancy being caught naked by Fred again or any of the rest of them."
"Glad to hear it." George interrupted me, but I continued as if I hadn't heard his smug interjection.
"Second, there's plenty of time for that later, you said so yourself, and third and most importantly, I still can't actually feel my legs so think of something revolting and tell Little Georgie to take a nap."
"Hearing you call my manhood 'Little Georgie' is more than enough to kill the mood, Andrella. And just for the record, there is no way in Hell you're going to name him that." George sassed, taking the opportunity of me literally pushing him off of me to get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, already getting up to follow him. He moved over to the entrance tapping on the stone wall three times. Immediately a miniature wardrobe spring out, hidden by a stone front with stone hangers built out from the overarching rod. Once the initial shock wore off, I noticed how familiar some of the articles of clothing were. "Hey! I've been looking for these!" I exclaiming, snatching up the well-loved, flannel PJs I thought I lost months ago.
"Sorry about that." George apologized, stepping into an equally warm looking pair of pajama bottoms of his own. "But I needed clothes for you here and it's not like I could have asked out right."
"That's about as thoughtful as it is infuriating, but I'll let it slide if you let me wear one of your sweaters."
"You mean to tell me you have an actual desire to wear one of these?" George asked, his voice a cross between incredulous and appalled as he held up the two most recent Weasley Christmas jumper his mother had knit. One was a brilliant emerald, the other a deep burgundy. Both were embellished with twinkling gold embroidery in the shape of a giant "G".
"And why wouldn't I? They're fabulously warm and made with love." I retorted, snatching the purple one out of his hands.
"Didn't know you felt so passionately." George said with a begrudging grin but put his jumper on without argument.
"I was going to say I was upset not to have my own, but yours is bigger and cozier and I don't think you'll be getting it back anytime soon." I announced matter-of-factly before busying myself with putting my pants on.
"That's quite all right, love, looks much better on you, anyway." George said with a kiss to the top of my stooped head. He reached down into a hidden drawer built into the base of the structure and pulled out two pairs of wool socks.
"You've really thought of everything, haven't you?" I asked, unable to hide the stubborn smile working its way onto my face.
"I tried" George laughed, booping his thumb against my nose before handing me a pair of mismatched dancing reindeer socks.
"Speaking of, how do we get out here?" I asked once fully dressed.
"Normally, we'd have to climb back up." George explained, walking over to the bottom of the slide to lift up a large rope that disappeared up the chute.
"Normally?" I questioned, slightly on edge by the equal parts reservation and giddiness dancing in his eyes.
"It's still an option but I was wondering…"
"Don't get shy now." I snorted, shaking my head at him.
"I was wondering if maybe you could get us there with your powers? It would be a lot quicker."
"Again, you say it like this stuff is easy for me." I sighed, already resigned to at least giving it a shot. "Come here." I said, stretching my arms open for him.
"I don't think it's easy; I think you're amazing. I hope you know that." George said softly, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
"Yeah, yeah." I brush him off, happy he couldn't see my face flushing with his words. Regardless, they gave me the confidence to close my eyes and once again stretch my magical limits. For extra security, as more of an afterthought, I made us both invisible before envisioning what I hoped would be a safe place to appear.
"Absolutely brilliant, you are." George praised. I opened my eyes to see his fire red hair fall over my face like a curtain as he bent down to kiss my forehead.
"Yeah, yeah." I repeated, unable to hide my blush this time as George learnt toward to capture my lips with his own. Once George pulled away so we could both catch a much-needed breath, I finally took a moment to observe our surroundings. I was pleased to find we were just outside the Library's chained doors in a positively abandoned corridor. Bolstered by the fact I trusted my instincts in rejecting my initial plan-inside the library, behind the chained doors-I kissed George one more time before tugging him in the direction of Gryffindor tower. "C'mon, I want to open more presents!"
"Race you there!" George challenged, dropping my hand to sprint off down the hallway.
"Start thinking about how you're going to reward me this time when I beat you, George." I said as I slowed my pace to run beside him. "That's if you're not too busy staring at my 'sweet arse' as it passes you by." With that final taunt, I breezed past him. It might have been unfair to use my advantage but you know what they say, if you got it flaunt it and the look on George's face, all red from exhaustion and indignance as he finally caught up to me at the portrait of the Fat Lady was worth it.
"You cheated." George proclaimed once he had caught his breath enough to speak.
"And what are you going to do about it?" I taunted, bracing my hands against his chest.
"Oh, I'll show you what I'm going to do." George snickered before swooping in for a kiss, stepping forward until my back was pressed against a wall. It was for the best really, because I'm certain that if it wasn't for the wall against my back and George against my chest, my knees would have chosen that exact second to give out on me.
"Oi! You two! Enough of that!" A voice shouted out, breaking the spell of the kiss as we both turned to look at a scowling Fred.
"What's wrong, Freddie? Why are you shouting?" I asked quietly, hoping the only trick I had left in the book would work on him.
"Oh no. No, no, no. No." Fred protested, rushing forward to link his arm with mine, bodily forcing me away from the wall. This caused George to call out an indignant "Hey!" but Fred persisted pulling until I was out of George's reach before turning back to yell at him, "I'll deal with you in a minute, George Weasley. You've already hogged Andi all morning." Fred chastised, slapping his brother's hand away from my arm before returning his attention back to me. "And you! Don't think you'll make me forget how you've broken a promise by calling me a cute nickname!"
"I'm sorry, Freddie, what promise have I broken?" I pouted as I was drug stumbling through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"You promised that you'd still make time for me, Andi! But now you're always running off to jump my twin's bones and how do you think that makes me feel?!" Fred said dramatically, continuing on before I had even realized he had asked a question. "Lonely, Andi! It makes me feel lonely. No one wants to feel lonely on Christmas!"
"But, Freddie, everyone else is here." I tried to point out the rest of the Weasley Clan and sprawled on and around the couches by the fireplace, staking claim on the most coveted location by sheer number alone.
"Not the same without you, Andi. Now run along upstairs and get our presents!"
"What, Fred-"
"No, Andi! You've kept up waiting long enough and besides I need a moment to share some choice words with my darling twin about the appropriate way to treat a lady. Now go!" Fred urged, pushing me toward the staircase. Knowing there was no resisting, I resigned myself to the task of gathering everyone's gifts.
"Oi, you! Yes, you. Wipe that dopey grin off your face and get over here!" I heard Fred shout as he stalked over to George. Happy I wasn't on the receiving end, I hurried the rest of the way up the stairs before Fred decided he wanted to yell at me, too.
With Christmas morning already in full swing, the dorm was empty. I couldn't resist the urge to just sit down on my bed for a moment to enjoy the silence. I loved living in the boys' dormitory for the simple fact that I got to fall asleep and wake up in George's arms every single day. But even with all the added benefit, it didn't stop me from periodically missing having my own space where it was inherently easier to spend more than a minute alone.
I only allowed myself to sit there for a minute or two before snapping back into the action. I started off by visiting the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and attempted to tame my hair. I contemplated using makeup or a spell to cover the evidence of George's possessive streak but decided we could both benefit from the reminder. George was both a fiercely competitive and jealous person. The fact that he would get off on hearing me repeatedly say his first name as we made love was neither shocking or unjustified. Being a twin coupled with Ron's crush and Elliott's advances, I could tell George harbored doubts that my heart belonged to him, that it could belong only to him.
I believed that I was my own person, that no one owned me but me-but I would wear the evidence of George's love with ride if it would help him realize I chose him. I needed him to know that I would choose him and only him to love, over and over again. He needed to understand that I wouldn't choose to share the parts of myself I've shared with him with anyone else.
With that thought, I pulled my hair back into a tight bun with the purpose of exposing as many of the love bites as possible. I wanted everyone to see the red splotches littering my neck, count them as they disappeared under the collar of George's oversized Weasley Christmas sweater. I thought of sassy replies to comments that would most likely never be said as I gathered my arms full of presents for the friends waiting below in the common room to open them.
I ended up having too many presents to carry. As a solution to the problem, I left Renae's package on the bed with a mental note to stop by the Owlery before heading back to the forest with George. I floated the rest of the presents in from of me, directing them with care as I made my way back down the stairs.
I made it just in time to hear what was (hopefully) the end of Fred's lecture. He had George pinned by the staircase, the ornate wood frame of the landing blocking any possible escape as Fred scolded him in a harsh, carrying whisper.
"-know you love her, George, but I swear to Merlin, if you are going to get this serious with her this quickly, you better plan on loving her for the rest of your life or else-"
"Fred-" George interjected, but Fred merely continued on as if George hadn't spoken at all.
"-throw you in the lake myself and you know I mean it, George. She's my best friend, too, and I love her as much as I love you. You both deserve nothing but the best, so if I hear for one moment that you aren't treating her with the respect she deserves-"
"No need to threaten him, Fred." I interrupted with a laugh, unable to hold it back any longer. "George is always the perfect gentleman, unless I don't want him to be." I added as an afterthought but was glad I did as it served as just the thing to distract Fred.
"That is equal parts reassuring and revolting, Andi." Fred grimaced, expression softening once he noticed the mountain of presents levitating overhead to place themselves on the table with the rest.
"I know you're not seriously over here lecturing Andi and George, are you, Fred Weasley?" Angelina asked, approaching us unnoticed in the distraction of said lecture. Her tone was deceptively seductive if she was going for incredulous or upset, but the way it made Fred melt-I'd have to remember to ask her to teach me her ways after I thanked her.
"I wasn't lecturing, I was threatening. There's a difference, love." Fred snickered, rather pleased with himself.
"Why do you say that, Ang?" I asked over the sound of the boys bickering.
"Because we only made it back to the Common Room half an hour before you did." Angelina clarified with a cheshire grin, patting Fred's cheek at his slack-jawed expression.
"Well now that that's settled, let's open presents, shall we?" I suggested, gesturing over to where the rest of the Weasley family and associated friends sat not-so-patiently waiting.
"Let's." Angelina giggled in response as I looped my arm around hers and lead her to the remaining love seat. As it was we had to squeeze onto the twins' laps as all four of us refused to join Harry and Lee on the floor.
"Look who's finally decided to join us for Christmas." Ron cackled one we had all settled in and said our greetings.
"Don't be jealous, ickle Ronniekins. It isn't attractive." George tossed back. Nobody missed how his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.
"Leave your brother alone, George." I chided, but couldn't complain about his action. George's chest was top on my list of places to lay.
"Yeah, George." Ron repeated in a mocking tone.
"Don't you start, Ronald Weasley." Hermione groaned.
"I'll ignore your comment only because I want to know what's in that box." Ron told Hermione, correctly pointing out which package was meant for him. Do not be fooled, this was due to no merit of his own but rather the bright orange wrapping paper with black cannon balls whizzing around.
"Have at it, then. No point waiting if we're all here." I shrugged, reaching over to hand Ron his present.
I made quick work of handing out the rest with George and Fred following suit, so we could begin opening the ones we were receiving. Everyone else merely had to divide the remaining gifts between the twins, Angelina, and I as they took advantage of the hours of the morning we were otherwise occupied, exchanging gifts amongst themselves. It was Fred that made a big deal about them all meeting in the common room to go down to breakfast as a group and now here we sat, watching as Ron made a spectacle of himself.
Ron was delicately unfolding the paper to reveal his gift, cherishing the paper as much as whatever waited for him inside. Knowing him he'd hang it up on the wall was the reason I splurged and bought the wrapping paper to match the Gordon Horton Quidditch jersey he was currently removing from the box. I was barely able to pick up my first gift before Ron jumped out of his seat, empty box falling to the floor.
"Andi, you didn't!" Ron gasped as soon as he realized what he was holding. "You didn't!"
"I might've." I shrugged again, unable to hide how happy his reaction made me. I couldn't help it. Nothing beat seeing a positive reaction to something I've poured my heart and soul into and that's how I viewed giving the perfect gift. I barely had time to feel smug before Ron was lifting me off of George's lap and into a hug.
"Thank you, Andi! You are my absolute favorite person! Really, this is amazing!" Ron gushed, shaking both the jersey and myself as my feet lifted off the ground.
"Oi! Stop manhandling my girlfriend!" George barked at Ron, causing anyone who wasn't already laughing to do so.
"Sorry, Andi, and I'm sorry George but you better marry her before everyone notices what a bloody perfect woman she is." Ron beamed, releasing me back into George's waiting arms. He barely paused to take a breath before he was ripping off his jumper to replace it with the honestly, horrifying shade of orange Quidditch jersey. I couldn't understand his love for a record-losing team, but it was amazing to see him so happy because he now owned the jersey of his favorite Keeper.
"Really think I don't know that, little brother?" George hummed, once again pulling me tighter to his chest.
"While I'm thrilled you like it, when all is said and done, it's just a shirt, Ron." I laughed, trying to diffuse the slight awkwardness that threatened to overcome the conversation. "But man, if the rest of your reactions are anything like his, I think it'd be safe to say I've outdone myself this year."
"I'd certainly say so." George whispered into my ear so only I could hear, nibbling at the lobe for just long enough to drive me mad before I batted him away.
"Open your presents." I said with a breathy huff when his hand squeezed my thigh.
"Thought I already did that this morning." George chuckled back, and despite how low he kept his voice I was afraid of someone overhearing. As if it wasn't obvious enough what we were getting up to last night.
"Stop teasing me, George." I bit back, shifting on his hips to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Yeah, George. Stop teasing her and open your presents." Fred hissed at his twin, chucking a brightly wrapped present at his head.
"Anyway….here you go Hermione." I said once detangled from George, passing her the only gift remaining on the table with a warning that it would be heavy. I hope she liked the books I picked out for her, but was just happy to be on friendly enough terms to be exchanging gifts with the girl.
The first book she opened was titled:IMPROVISED PRACTICE EXAMS (Increase Your Scores by Surprise Studying!), a book that was intended to be carried around at all times so it could randomly quiz you when you were least expecting it. The second was titled Wizarding Wonders Around the World and the third was an impulse buy at the counter: A Pocket-Guide to Lifesaving Herbal Remedies. I didn't know what possessed me to buy the last one, the title didn't exactly scream Hermione as loud as the other two, but my gut told me not to leave the store without buying it.
For once, I trusted my intuition with most people's gifts instead of falling into the annual pitfall of overthinking. As previously stated, I loved giving personalized, thoughtful presents and as a result often suffered gift-giving induced anxiety. To try and avoid that whole mess, I acted on the very first idea that popped up into my head when I pictured the people I intended to give gifts-a strategy that worked up until that very moment when I sat watching everyone starting to open the carefully wrapped packages.
Hermione did, in fact, like her books. No one was surprised that she was the only person on this earth who would be excited about a a book shouting out exam questions while expecting answers at all hours of the day and night. Harry was thankful for the self-warming/cooling set of Quidditch gloves and socks once I explained what they were and how they worked. Ginny graciously accepted a suitcase packed to the brim with new clothes once I assured her half were barely-worn hand-me-downs that I got too tall for, too quickly. Neville started reading the Rare and Exotic Herbology Hand-guide I found while looking for Hermione's books once he had gotten through his meager pile of gifts. Lee was absolutely delighted by the limited edition collaboration Gobstones set, so much so that he insisted we play immediately and was only just appeased by promises of "after brunch".
It was hard to determine if Fred or Angelina was more excited by the several pairs of self-mending stockings I gifted her. I was simply restocking her steadily depleting collection as she was always complaining she ripped every pair she put wasn't meant to be anything sexy about it, yet Fred couldn't stop eyeing her legs after that. He was barely distracting for a full five minutes by the set of muggle gag gifts I had been stockpiling over the summer for him.
"Oh! I almost forgot! I have something else for you two." I exclaimed, rummaging through my robe pockets for the miniature briefcase I stashed in there for safe-keeping.
"What is it?" Fred asked, finally peeling his gaze (but not hands) away from Angelina's thighs.
"A present."
"Thanks, Andi, but how do we open it?" Fred rolled his eyes, snatching it out of my hands before waiting for answer.
"Figure it out on your own if you want to go and get grabby. I've got my own presents to open." I sassed him, making a point of grabbing one from the pile on my lap.
Fred snatched that away from me before I could make progress and replaced it with the tiny, briefcase. "I'm sorry, Andi. Please show us how to open it?"
"Fine, but only because you said please." I sighed, pulling George's arm from around my waist so I could bend down and place it on the floor in front of us. "Ang, you're gonna wanna sit back." I warned before tapping the tip of my wand on the lock and casting the nonverbal spell to open it.
I replaced my wand in my garter and scooted back, watching the twins' curious expressions as they waited for something to didn't have to wait more than a minute before the top popped open and the briefcase began to unfold itself. It didn't stop until a full functional, mobile potions lab had spring up in its place.
"Bloody Hell, Andi! What are you going for the world cup in gift-giving?" Ron exclaimed in awe, moving his legs just in time to make room for the expansion.
"Hate to agree with him, but he's right dear. This is rather extravagant." George said, completing a complicated maneuver synchronized with Fred so they wouldn't drop Angelina and I as they stood to get a better look.
"Are you saying you don't like it?" I pouted.
"No, he bloody well is not saying that, Andi. He's a bit thick as you're sure to have realized by now and doesn't know how to properly express his gratitude. This is bloody wicked." Fred babbled as he bent down to examine the station with a critical eye.
"Good, now if you don't mind, I've got my own gifts to fawn over." I teased in good nature, everyone fully aware of my love of giving gifts. This paired with my tendency of getting caught up watching reactions, left me with a pile of unopened presents.
By the time George and Fred had finally finished examining their new potions lab and decided it was time to get brunch, I was feeling well and truly loved. My friends had also outdid themselves this year. I received a pound of chocolate from Ron, a book on Advanced Arithmancy from Hermione, a (picture) book from Harry documenting the history of Muggle Rock 'N' Roll through a wizard's perspective, a broom servicing kit from Lee, a handwoven anklet from Ginny, and a smug smirk from Angelina accompanying a promise that she would give me her gift once we were in private and that I could thank her for waiting then. I had no idea what to expect from that, but knowing her I would take her word on it. Aside from My Fortress, my most beloved possession let alone present, was (no shock or surprise here) another Weasley jumper to call my own. This year's was a deep ocean blue with sparkly green wool spelling out a giant "A".
I insisted that everyone who had a Weasley sweater to put on and wasn't wearing one to do so immediately before I allowed the group to head out to catch a late Christmas brunch. I was used to being flanked by the twins at nearly all times. So needless to say, I was used to attention, however the dozen of us parading down the halls was directing more attention than I was comfortable being in center of. Just as I was starting to get anxious George squeezed my hand, stooping down to whisper, words barely loud enough for me to hear, "Just a few more hours, love, then you're all mine."
Without missing a beat, I replied, "Looking forward to every minute of it….George."
Smirking at the the reaction hearing me say his name like I had last night, I tossed a wink over my shoulder before running off to link arms with Angelina. I pulled her away from Fred into a half-gallop-half-skip the rest of the way to the Great Hall. I might have missed my parents, but spending Christmas in the Castle with the rest of the people I considered family was proving to be as magical as I had hoped it would be when they first announced the Yule Ball. I couldn't help the fact that this caused a smile so fierce it lasting for hours, causing my cheeks to hurt. I also couldn't be upset by it; for once reality had turned out to be better than my expectations.
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'ELLO, MY LOVELY READERS! SEASONS GREETINGS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, AND ALL THAT JAZZ! I HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER. YES, I REALIZE THAT THIS WAS VERY PORN HEAVY, BUT I DID WARN YOU. I'M NOT SAYING I'M PLANNING ON CHANGING ANYTHING I HAVE PLANNED FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS, BUT OUT OF CURIOSITY THAT IS SOMETHING I AM CURIOUS ABOUT. I STARTED THIS STORY NEARLY A DECADE AGO WHEN I WAS STILL A VIRGIN. THAT IS NO LONGER THE CASE AND ALTHOUGH IT IS STILL AWKWARD AND HANDS DOWN THE HARDEST SCENE TO WRITE (BAD PUN FULLY INTENDED), I AM MORE COMFORTABLE WRITING ABOUT SEX. SO, IS THAT SOMETHING YOU GUYS LIKE TO READ IN THIS STORY OR NOT SO MUCH? AGAIN, NOT SAYING I'M CHANGING ANYTHING UNLESS I GET AN OUTSTANDING BAD RESPONSE...
ANYWAY...
I KNOW I KEEP SAYING THIS, BUT THIS STORY WAS A RELATIVELY LIGHT ONE. I'M WARNING YOU THAT THERE IS PLENTY OF DRAMA STILL LEFT AROUND THE CORNER. I'M NOT SAYING THAT SOME OF WHAT I WRITE ISN'T PREDICTABLE, BUT IT'S ALWAYS MY GOAL TO KEEP YOU GUYS ENGAGED AT THE END OF YOUR SEATS. SO, I HOPE TO BE CHANNELING MORE OF THAT WITH RECENT CHAPTERS.
AS ALWAYS, I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU ALL THOUGHT ABOUT THIS CHAPTER AND THE STORY IN GENERAL! WHERE DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL GOING? HOW DO Y'ALL FEEL ABOUT GEORGE GIVING ANDI HER OWN PERSONAL FORTRESS? HOW IS RENAE ENJOYING CHRISTMAS BREAK AT MALFOY MANOR? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN ANDI ENCOUNTERS ELLIOTT AGAIN? HOW LONG CAN ANDI'S HAPPINESS REMAIN UNTHREATENED?
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EX'S & OH'S
AUDREY V. SULLIVAN