DISCLAIMER: I DON'T ANYTHING J.K. ROWLING DOES. JUST HERE, BORROWING HER CHARACTERS FOR A GOOD OLE TIME. NO, REALLY. NO PROFIT IS BEING MADE. NO HARM IS INTENDED. ALSO, THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE FOR VARIOUS REASONS. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY...WELL, YOU SHOULD KNOW 29 CHAPTERS IN IF IT'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE. ANYWAY...WITHOUT FURTHER NONSENSE...
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I closed my eyes and listened but heard nothing but the sounds of our kiss. I pulled away once I was certain we were alone and pushed George down onto the bench behind us. George was still disoriented from the still-new sensation of teleportation, not bothering to look for himself he asked "Where are we?"
"Why we're here is just as important as where." I replied, coming to stand so my knees bumped into his.
"Okay, why are we wherever we are?" George rephrased, hands reclaiming their hold on my hips. He held steady eye contact, still not bothering to observe the change in scenery for himself. His hands more interested in exploring under the fabric of my shirt.
How he managed to untuck it from my skirt without me even noticing I'll never know.
"We're in the Gryffindor Quidditch team locker rooms and we are going to stay here until I believe you've learned a very specific lesson."
"Which is?'
"You need to learn to give me the respect I deserve." I answered calmly, knowing the panic it would cause him.
"What? How have I been disrespectful?" His tone betrayed how worried there might be merit in my accusation.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I asked instead of answering.
"No! Of course not!" George refuted, frown deepening by the second.
"You don't think me foolish or naive?" I pressed on, pushing his knees apart with my own so I could stand between them.
"What? No! Why are you asking me this?" George demanded, nails starting to dig into skin.
"Do you think me selfish? A coward?"
"Drella, you're really starting to scare me. What's this all about?" George pleaded, leaning back until he could reestablish eye contact.
I tried to keep my face emotionless but I was unable to stop myself from smiling at the nickname. "I don't mean to scare you, but I'm not opposed to the idea if it will help you to understand."
"Understand what?"
"That I love you, George Weasley. Not out of guilt, convenience, lack of alternatives, Destiny or Fate, but because I choose to love you." I said, voice firm.
"I love you, too, but why-" George began to voice his confusion but then as he pieced it together I could see a physical light bulb sparking to life above his head. "You were there, weren't you? Merlin, of course you were!"
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I swear!" I defended myself quickly. "I just forgot I was still invisible and when I heard Fred ask if you love me I froze on the spot. I'm sorry, George."
"You don't have to apologize, Drells." George sighed, using my preferred nickname to make sure I knew he wasn't angry with me. If I wasn't sure about that, how suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist to pull me against his body was enough to clear up any uncertainty. When he spoke again, it was barely audible now that his face was buried in my chest. He shifted his head until my shirt bunched up and his lips pressed into the bare skin of my stomach. "Almost glad you heard it, honestly."
"Why only almost?" I dared to ask, hand moving instinctually to comb through his hair.
"Because Fred was right. It's New Year's Eve and I don't want to ruin our night with unfounded doubts." George confessed, always more at ease sharing his secrets when he breathed them into my skin.
"What doubts?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but the word caught me off guard.
"I just feel sometimes-No, I'm sorry. It's stupid-" He started but I interrupted him, pulling his chin up so he had no choice but to look at me.
"Did you feel it?"
"Yes-"
"Then it's not stupid." I said simply, then with a softer tone. "I might be your girlfriend, George, but I'll always be your best friend first. Someone very wise once told me that means we can talk about anything without it being uncomfortable."
I couldn't see George's frown transform into a smile but I felt it. The pull of his lips left a wet trail as his tongue darted out to lick the ticklish patch of skin just above my navel before he leaned back to look at me. "That's why my doubts are unfounded. Anytime I can't believe someone as amazing as you could love someone as ordinary as me, you do or say exactly what I need in those moments to have me stop questioning it long enough to appreciate it."
"You might try to disagree that I find you just as amazing as you find me, but c'mon-in what universe could you ever be described as ordinary?" I teased.
"You're right, love. Extraordinary is more apt compared to you."
"Stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Comparing yourself to me. Putting me on a pedestal. I'm just a regular person, you know." I insisted.
"That's where you're wrong, Drells. If ordinary doesn't fit me, regular certainfully doesn't fit you." He corrected.
"We seem to be at a standstill. What do you propose we do about it?" I asked, hands coming to rest on my hips in his absence.
I hadn't even realized I had been subconsciously tracing the crescent indents his fingernails created moments before. By the predatory gleam in his eyes as he watched my fingers dance across my own skin, it was a fact George had not missed. The acknowledgment of his effect on me was enough to boost him back to his usual confidence level.
"Why don't you tell me why we are here but this time, let's skip the round of pointless questioning so we can spend our time doing something more fun than… discussing our feelings."
"Care to take a guess?" I wagered.
"Does everything have to be a game with you?" George huffed. By the way his eyes remained transfixed on the path my fingers trailed across the exposed line of my stomach, I knew he'd taken the bait.
"Yes, it's one of the reasons you love me." I tossed back easily, meeting his narrowed gaze with an unfettered optimism. "I'll make it worth your while if you play along."
"Fine. We're here to… play an impromptu game of Quidditch?"
"You can do better than that, George. Try again." I chided, my hands dropping limp at my sides.
"To pull off the prank?" George hazarded another guess.
"Sorry, love. Wrong again." I taunted, taking a few steps away from him. Noticing how defined his pout had become, I couldn't contain my laughter. "Don't worry. I'm too impatient myself to drag this out for much longer. Still, you'll need a punishment for guessing incorrectly."
"What will it be?" George asked, eyes snapping up to mine. There wasn't a single trace of apprehension in his darkened blue eyes.
"You are going to sit there silently. You are going to listen to what I have to say and you are not going to interrupt me. You are not going to speak unless I ask you a direct question and you are going to answer any questions I have honestly. Most importantly, you are not going to touch me or yourself until I tell you that you can. Do you understand George?" I asked, voice firm and smile sweet-the perfect balance to rob him of any real choice.
"Aye, Aye Captain!" George saluted, the smirk on his face absolutely filthy.
"Careful. I actually kinda like that one, Weasley." I warned with a wag of my finger before I snapped them and the sound of the running shower echoed in the cavernous space.
"You can order me around anytime you want, Captain Wendling."
"Is this what you call shutting up and listening?"
George held up his hands in apology, silently making a show of settling into a comfortable position on the wooden bench that by design made that an impossibility. He then gifted me with his full attention, scorching every inch of skin the smoldering, blue flames of his eyes danced across.
"We are going to brew the potion here but that's only out of convenience." I finally answered, placing my hands back on my thighs and working upward. "We could have brewed them anywhere, certainly somewhere more ideal than the locker room. We're here because this is where it all started for us."
I popped the button to my cloak on the last word, letting it collect in a puddle of black velvet at my feet.
"I'd almost think it a funny coincidence Fred and you were discussing that dream when I was thinking about the same thing not half an hour before. But I've learned that coincidences are few and far between. Especially in my life."
I took my time working open my blouse, swirling my fingers around the buttons just to watch George's beautiful eyes dance circles in their captivation.
"After I heard your conversation with Fred, I decided there would be no better place to have a long overdue conversation of our own about that dream. You guessed right about every detail without even asking a single question. I never asked how you knew."
I pushed my shirt open, ensuring George was focused on the lacy black fabric peeking out.
"I'm asking you now, George."
George eyes hesitantly traveled back to mine to make sure it wasn't a test. I nodded and he addressed my hands as he spoke. "I-We-had a similar dream the same night. I didn't know for sure."
"So you described your own dream back then?"
"Yes." George croaked as I let the silk shirt slip off to join my cloak on the floor.
"And who is 'we' exactly?" My fingers traced the line of my clavicle, toying with my bra straps at each pass.
"Me… and Fred." George admitted. I rewarded his honesty by pushing one strap down my shoulder. I returned to tease the other, waiting for him to continue. "And maybe you?"
"Hm, do you really think it's possible?" I pondered, letting the other strap fall down. My fingers moved to trace the lace of the cups.
"With you anything's possible." George answered. The awe in his tone as he spoke, the rapture in which his eyes followed the movement of my fingers as they debated their next move, helped make the decision for them.
"Good answer." I smirked, making swift work of unzipping the inseam zipper. My hips were just wide enough to keep the skirt in place and I decided to keep him focused as long as possible by letting it hang there. "You and Fred had the same dream about me?"
George nodded, eyes trying to entice gravity to pay closer attention to the precarious balance keeping my skirt around my hips.
"And you're sure it was the same exact dream?"
George snapped his attention from where my hands played with the hemline of the skirt to look me in his eyes as he nodded again, firmer this time. "After we woke up and raced each other to claim the bathroom for a wank, we had a very awkward discussion resulting in us going through it blow by blow. It was as identical as we are."
"Tell you what? How about I describe the dream I had and you speak up only if it differs from the one you and Fred shared. Otherwise the original rules apply. Deal?" I proposed.
George nodded again, gaze dropping to my mouth as I purposefully licked my lips. They curled into a satisfied grin at his submission. "Good."
The steam from the shower had built considerably but not as much as I wanted. I envisioned the steam rising higher to match what I remembered from my dream. I smiled to myself when I noticed a palpable difference within seconds.
Before it obstructed his view completely, I regained George's attention as I shimmied out of my skirt. His eyes narrowed at the strappy magenta lace, confirming once again that it was a gift for myself as much as it was for him. I smirked at the sight of his fists balling on his knees as he fought to keep his end of the bargain.
"It started with my eyes closed and the feeling of being warm. It smelled delightful." I practically purred, closing my eyes to better recall the scent. "Like freshly mown grass, crisp apples and… home.
"I hear the water before I open my eyes and can't see anything but steam. That's when I notice I'm naked." As I said it, the words come true. I stood completely nude in front of George, although the air was so dense with steam I wasn't sure how clearly he could see me. I heard his breath grow heavier as I stepped forward, signaling he saw something he liked.
"Then I hear laughter… your laughter, but I can't see you. I try to cover myself up and you… or maybe Fred asked what the matter was. The other told me there was no need to hide, but I still couldn't see you. I felt very nervous being naked in front of you without being able to see you and I asked where you were…" As I spoke, I drew closer making sure to keep out of his sight until… "And then you were both suddenly right there in front of me."
I stepped forward until I was standing between George's spread legs, giving him my best imitation of his trademark grin. I watched black overtake blue as he registered the fact I was naked and hovering over his lap. It was then he realized how difficult it would be not to touch. His hands raised forward and then retracted back to his sides as if he had been burned. Once he realized his unconscious slip in control I began to speak again.
"That's when I noticed you're not wearing anything but a skimpy towel." My words acted as a command.
In the blink of an eye, George's clothes were transfigured into the towel described. George didn't acknowledge the sudden wardrobe change, still too transfixed on the movement of my hands. Instead of using my hands to cover myself, I used them to accentuate what I once tried to hide. The feel of his terry-cloth covered erection brushing against my leg was enough to encourage my erotic retelling of my first wet-dream.
"I asked what you were doing when you and Fred try to move my hands away. There was an intensity in your eyes when you replied in unison that you were waiting for me. It shocked me into letting my guard down." I reached my hands out to George, covering his with my much smaller ones.
"I ask what you're waiting for me to do…" As I spoke I climbed onto the bench so I was fully straddling him.
"You both leaned in to whisper in my ear," George was literally shaking beneath me as my actions mirror my words. 'Decide.'"
Then I lost the use for words as I kissed down the length of his neck, pressing myself against the body George was desperately trying to keep still.
"You were right you know. You were the first boy I saw naked. I was a hundred percept innocent then. I had no idea what sex entailed except for what I saw at the cinema, but the things I dreamt you doing to me… joking while you did them." I shivered as I recalled their lighthearted banter.
"God, your hands were everywhere and your mouths, perfectly synchronized-it was maddening!" I ground down on the fully erected tent in George's lap. "I didn't have anything to compare it to then. I hadn't even touched myself, but it all felt so… real. I woke up to soaked knickers and sheets without realizing what had happened."
George mouth hung slack from his jaw as he stared at me. "Did I miss anything?" I asked coyly, stilling the rhythm of my hips to a complete stop.
"No." George coughed, his voice no more than a harsh whisper in his growing frustration.
"Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes." He hissed, arms tensing as my hands reached to grip his shoulders. It provided the balance I needed as I hovered over his body without granting him his wish.
"Ask your question first." I ordered, hand rising to pat his cheek gently.
George gave me an odd look before asking, "How'd you know?"
"Because I know you, George. So go ahead and ask your question. I'm confident you'll like the answer." I obliged him with tender patience, understanding he couldn't feel as at ease as I felt given the current positioning.
"The way you describe it… it sounds like you've had the dream more than once. Is it… always the same?" George phrased his question delicately, but not enough to hide what he was actually asking.
"Everything except for one… single… detail…" I said, running my index finger from the column of his throat to where the beginning of ginger hair disappeared beneath the towel. George didn't verbalize his next question because he didn't need words. The uncertain bob of his adam's apple sufficed in communicating just how doubtful he was despite his confident demeanor.
"After the first dream, after we talked about it in the bathroom just the two of us… Every time since then, Fred wasn't there. After we talked, it was only you." I whispered, tongue flicking out to lick the shell of his ear. "I guess you didn't have to wait very long for my decision after all.
"It's always been you. After we had that conversation I became aware of that fact. Do you understand now, George?" I asked, pulling back so I could look him in the eye as he answered.
"I think I'm starting to get it, yeah." George replied, the look in his eyes as steamy as the air clinging to our bodies.
"Allow me to make it perfectly clear." I said, taking his hand and placing it over my heart, squeezing it as I continued, "Fate gave me three choices-You, Fred, or the both of you." I reached my other hand out to his chest, skimming over his nipple just enough to make him squirm before settling over his heart. "I chose you. I choose you. "
George opened his mouth to speak but thought better of the idea. He captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared down the length of my naked body.
"George?" He nodded his head to acknowledge he heard me but didn't speak. By the heat steadily growing between us it was clear George could not spare the energy to speak while maintaining control over the rest of his body. "Please, George. I need you."
George tensed beneath me as his eyes locked on mine, begging me that this wasn't a trick of some sort. My smile grew wider as I squeezed the hand still laid over my heart. When I spoke again, it was directly into his mind. "I'm yours, George. Take me."
Those seemed to be the magic words he needed. After being still for so long, when George sprung into motion it was with such determined actions that it was hard to keep up. Everything happened at once, in less than half a minute, but I noticed each sensation one-by-one.
First, I felt his lips on mine. There was nothing soft about the kiss. George used his tongue to pry my lips open-taking, not asking. There was nothing gentle about the way he bit at my lips. There was nothing sweet about how he beat my tongue into submission, claiming my mouth as his.
The second thing I noticed was how much strength was hidden in the lean muscles of his arms as they snaked around my back to crush me into his chest. One hand ran up to thread itself in my hair, keeping my head in place as he continued to kiss me senseless. The other hand squeezed my arse, forearm keeping my hips pressed into his as he stood abruptly from the bench. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, dislodging the towel from its precarious position, leaving us skin to skin.
I clung to him as he began to walk, never once breaking from our kiss to see where he was taking me. His hold on my bum kept us perfectly aligned so I felt the slide of his erection with every step. The friction was strong enough to have me moaning into his mouth, but still he kept my head in place. When he finally broke our kiss for air, his lips moved to my neck. He sucked at my skin as if it provided the oxygen he was desperately lacking.
My nails sunk into his shoulders as I searched for purchase in his hold. With just enough balanced support, I could shift my hips and aim them to meet his as he continued on to an unknown destination. "Fuck-George!" I cried out as my theory proved correct as the tip of his prick rubbed against my clit.
My little striptease had been enough to turn me on and the well-aimed slide was enough to leave me leaking with need. The evidence of my arousal now coated George, dripping down his length as I squeezed my thighs around him. I used whatever purchase I had to rock back and forth against him in a wordless plea, begging him to take mercy.
The next second my back was pressed against the cool title of the shower, somewhere just beyond the scorching spray. No longer needing to support as much of my weight, his hands were all over my body, his mouth was everywhere. Unlike in my dreams, there were no light teasing touches. There was no hesitation, no languid love-making.
There was only passion-primitive, frenzied, all-consuming.
His lips met mine for barely a second before they reclaimed my neck. He sucked bruises into the skin, barely leaving spaces between in a way that would leave my neck aching for days. I hardly had the capacity to care for future repercussions. I was far too concerned with how the sensation had me moaning wanton consent.
Without my noticing, his hand slid down around my arse to further bring attention to my arousal.
"Please, George." I whispered inside his mind, pulling out my dirtiest tricks while I still had the ability to do so.
The mental communication had the desired effect, causing George to bite down on my collar bone just this side of hard enough to draw blood. It was sufficiently vicious enough for me to cry out his name in encouragement. In the same moment, George pushed my legs further up his back before finding a better hold on my hips.
He brought one hand up to my lips, tracing them until I opened my mouth for him. I stared him in the eye as I sucked them into my mouth, greedily coating them. He kept his expression blank as he pulled them out, tracing a slow purposeful line down the length of my body.
As erotic as it was it was also necessary as the steam from the shower was dense enough to block out all detail. Barely a few centimeters away from my own face and I could barely make out the blue of George's eyes. I focused on not losing them in the fog as his finger dipped inside me for just a moment before his touch disappeared again. I whined in protest but George just stared back at me, expression still completely blank.
"Please, George. I need it." I begged, nearly sobbing my frustration. "I need to feel you."
His mask finally broke, lips curling into his signature smirk. My eyes split focus between his eyes and lips as I heard his reply. "Remember you asked for it."
I barely had the chance to register the fact I heard George's voice inside my mind. The shock of it was instantly replaced by the shock of him replacing his fingers with his prick without warning.
Even with proper preparation, there was no denying the fact it was a tight fit. George was well, well hung. Without our usual preparation, it felt like I was going to rip right down the middle. Thankfully my teasing game worked on us both, leaving me gaping for him, dripping with want. Even still, the stretch stung in promise of what was to come.
George displayed none of his usual patience in allowing me to adjust to his size. As soon as I let out the breath I hadn't been aware I was holding, he sprung into motion. Grinding his hips into mine, two spit-slicked fingers working in tandem just above, George took pride in taking me apart. With a guttural moan, I dug my knees into his side, begging him to move. It was all the permission George needed to set a brutal pace, mouth bending to the untouched right side of my neck to leave a mirror of the ruined left.
I had never seen such an intensity in his eyes or felt such an urgency in every action. It was almost animalistic in nature and undeniably raw. It seemed he was making up for all the times George restrained himself, treating me like some sort of porcelain doll. In comparison, he was acting like a ravished beast, literally mauling my neck, biting hard enough to break skin. His nails dug into my arse as he stepped away from the wall, taking the lower half of my body with him. He used the new angle to gain momentum to his thrusts, slamming my back against the tile with renewed force.
All I could do not to fall to the floor was hold onto Gorge and trust that he would catch me if I fell. I kept my ankles hooked around his waist, but couldn't stop my body from responding to his touch, hips moving instinctually to meet his. I kept my arms looped around his neck, one hand locking into his hair to keep his lips at my pulse point. Otherwise, I gave him complete control-allowing him to use his body and mine to express what he couldn't in words.
The message had never been more clear: I am his; He is mine. And that was the right choice, because it was ours.
George demonstrated this by angling his thrusts so every time he hit the spot inside me that melting into his body. The instinctual pull toward the source of pleasure added pressure where his fingers kept tracing steady, unwavering circles around my clit. Within minutes, I felt myself coming undone. George was not far behind me, judging by the stream of curse words bit into my skin. I felt my back start to slide, but in the opposite direction expected. Our building climax had my back sliding up the wall, my skin making a squeaky sound as it was dragged upward.
I didn't have the mental capacity to worry about our inevitable collision with the ceiling buried somewhere in steam above us. The only thing I could concern myself with was clinging onto George as we tilted horizontally, desperately trying to keep him in a position to keep hitting that spot.
The forces of gravity only seemed to work in his favor. The sudden weightlessness gave momentum to his already powerful swing. I was beyond words at this point. Anything I tried to say fell out of my mouth as one continuous moan. His skilled fingers continued to dance circles above where we were joined, undeterred by the changing angle. His head remained buried in my chest, his long hair a curtain of fire as he sucked a line down my clavicle.
If his mission was to leave his mark of passion as a literally line down the length of my body so be it, but Merlin help me, if he stops moving his fingers-
Before I closed my eyes in attempts to magnify my sense of touch, I saw the Triple C's, or lights manifested by the physical act of our love. They'd become such a fixture in the act, I'd taken to calling them the Customary Climax Colors. I referred to them as this to no one but myself but still I thought they deserved a name. So not the point, the point was that George had me a writhing mess of nerves. In reflection of that, the colors surrounding us pulsed brighter than ever.
There were new colors in addition to the vivid scarlet I had grown fond of, the oranges and yellows that mimicked open flame. The familiar colors were joined by the awful shade of magenta that was George's favorite and an inky black that seemed to sparkle at certain angles. I fought to keep my eyes open to examine the new shades but the battle was lost as soon as George took my nipple between his teeth.
"George! I'm-I'm-" I panted, unable to speak as George continued to lavish kisses on my chest, now through a smirk.
I felt his tongue trace the unspoken words as his voice entered my mind. "Come for me, Drella."
My body complied with his telepathic demand, his name leaving my lips as a strangled cry. My legs constricted around him, trying to draw him impossibly closer, deeper. I always felt at one with Geroge when we were like this, in every way I thought possible but now I could feel the warmth of his thoughts inside my mind as much as I could feel his body still buried inside mine. George's voice in my mind repeated a mantra of "I love you" as his jaw dropped in a silent scream. Even as he came apart inside me, his limbs locked with mine and his icy gaze remained fixed on mine.
The resulting orgasm was strong enough that George did not complain when his head smashed against the raised ceiling of the locker room. The pleasure outweighing any pain, I wasn't even certain he noticed the head-on collision. I closed my eyes to regain control of my oversensitized body. By the time I opened them, we had somehow found our way back to the ground.
I closed my eyes again, focusing on my breathing. George's body was acting as a weighted blanket, keeping me grounded in reality. Good thing, considering my body still felt floaty. I opened them again at the sound of George's whistle. His breath tickling my neck as he started to laugh.
"What?" I asked, surprised to find my voice raspy-a fact that had George positively beaming at me as he leaned up to support his own weight.
"Just when I think I've figured out how amazing you are… you go and remind me you're even more perfect than I could possibly understand." George admired, leaning down to steal a kiss before pulling back.
"I swear to you, Andrella Jane Wendling, It's my life mission to figure out just how bloody brilliant of a person you are." George vowed.
The sincerity in his eyes, the promise in his voice, was enough to bring tears to my eyes. That's if my body had a normal emotional response, mind you. My body's reaction was to let out an unladylike snort and cuff him on the shoulder.
"Shut up and snog me, you idiot." I demanded, already pulling his face down to mine.
"As long as I'm your idiot, then gladly." George chortled before I crashed my lips to his, effectively rendering him speechless.
After a while, the post-coital bliss subsided enough that I could no longer ignore how uncomfortable it was to lie on wet title for an extended period of time. Judging by the loud crack in his bones as he stood, George's body agreed. Still he reached back down and picked me off the ground. "Think you can stand on your own?" George asked, only a hint of teasing amidst genuine concern.
"Don't worry, Cassanova. I think I'll manage." I scoffed, rolling my eyes to him. With stubborn determination, I dropped my still iron-like grip on his shoulders and tried to step away to prove my stability. When my knees buckled at the second step away from him, it only proved merit in his concern. To his credit, George did not laugh or say I told you so as he rushed forward to steady me as I admitted, "On second thought, help to the bench might be necessary."
"Anything for you, my love." George snickered, adjusting his hold on me so that he could better help me the short distance across the room.
"Shut up! This is all your fault!" I accused.
"My fault?" George gasped in disbelief. "How do you figure?"
"If you didn't look so damn… delicious in that bloody towel we would have never gotten ourselves into this predicament." I blame him, unable to add any heat to my insult as he was currently helping seat me on the bench.
"Should I feel flattered or objectified by being described as 'delicious'?" George asked, stepping back to give me an inquisitorial look.
"Definitely both. I, for one, among honestly probably a lot of people have used your image for my own pleasure." I replied, a dirty smile forming on my face as I recalled my most questionable fantasies.
"Care to tell me what exactly your image of me has done to bring such mischief into your eyes?" George asked, crouching down so we were back on eye level.
"If you help me brew this potion now, then tonight I promise to show you." I countered. Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, I lowered my voice into a seductive purr. "It involves role play and I don't want to ruin the surprise but let's just say I've been a very bad girl, Mr. Weasley."
George forward to kiss me but I stopped him, placing a finger to his lips. "Later." I promised.
"Why not now? No time like the present." George insisted, breath hot and damp against my hand.
"Because-" I began but my reasoning was cut short unexpectedly by George sucking my finger into his mouth. He brushed the digit with his tongue, staring me dead in the eye as my words turned into an unrepressed whine.
"What was that?" George taunted, releasing my finger mouth with a wet pop.
"We don't have time George! I have to meet Renea in and hour and I-I-" I stuttered, distracted as George took my left hand and brushed his lips across my knuckles as he spoke.
"I hear everything you're saying, but I don't think you can give me a good enough reason why I shouldn't take you again. Right here, right now." George kept his eyes trained on mine as his tongue swirled around in circles, teasing each finger in a slightly gross, entirely erotic display of desire. If he paid the ring finger more lavish affection in comparison to the other four, well that was a fact I choose to ignore as he moved onto my wrist.
"Then do it." I said so softly even I wasn't sure if it was said out loud. George continued his unhurried ascent. Not trusting my voice, I spoke directly through our mental connection this time. "What are you waiting for? Take me. Right here, right now."
With no objection from me, George continued to press kisses into my skin, though more feverishly than before. His mission this round appeared to be cover my skin with kisses, soft and gentle flicks of his tongue over the fresh bruises. And for the second time in less than an hour, George helped bring another fantasy of mine to life.
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When all was said and done, George and I managed to only be twenty minutes tardy for the New Year Feast. This was a fact Renae was happy to ignore given I spared no detail in recounting the tale on what had us tied up-in my case, quite literally. By the time we had more than our fill of dessert pastries and festive pies, we were in stitches.
I had forgotten how easy it was to talk freely to Renae about what's going on in my life. I hadn't realized until then how good it felt to discuss my relationship with George with Renae. She was the one person who was there for me when I was struggling with my feelings for him. It was her shoulder I cried on when George started dating Laney. It was Renae that got me through the admittedly brief span of their relationship with snide remarks and scathing insults directed at the older Ravenclaw. They were mean-spirited and mostly unfounded but they were designed to make me smile and they worked.
It felt genuinely nice to talk to her about him when our relationship was going swimmingly. Hell, it was good to talk about our actual relationship, not just one I fantasized about having. I might not have been able to talk about anything else as freely, but I was happy enough just to be talking to her. Even if it was just to gossip about George.
Guess Fred might've been right about that, after all.
Best not to let him know that.Neviah suggested.
Something we can all agree on.
Thankfully, Renae was happy to keep the details one-sided. The only detail shared was that she had grown an affinity for sneaking around. I promised to disclose the best hidden spaces for rendezvous if she promised to never, ever tell me what Draco and her did while there. Renae countered that if I agreed to stay in the dorms tonight, she would take that deal. I figured one night away from George was a small price to pay in comparison to hearing the morbidly graphic descriptions of her sexual encounters with Slytherin's resident ferret.
We were laughing full-heartedly as I described a recently avoided debacle involving Professor Sprout almost catching George and I with our pants down in the greenhouses. I nearly fell off the bench when I felt a presence come up behind me suddenly. I felt hot breath of a laugh blow the hair away from my ear as a familiar voice asked, "Are you finished talking about me yet, love?"
"Not quite, actually. I was just advising Ren to steer clear of the Greenhouses after hours unless she had the desire to hear Sprout sing lullabies to the hatchlings." I shot back easily, turning my cheek to receive a welcome kiss from George once he had settled onto the bench beside me.
"All souls benefit from the joy of music in their heart. I'm sure the same is true for plants and their chlorophyll." Fred sing-songed, speaking from my other side, nearly startling me off the bench again. Those boys had a talent for sneaking up on me without even trying.
"Funny you should use those specific words." I giggled, unable to help myself from dropping hints about the prank.
"How do you figure?" George asked.
"Guess you'll just have to wait until morning to find out the double pun in your words as I quite literally make you eat them." I replied sweetly as I bopped him on the nose.
"Speaking of which, I spoke with Spotty. She's agreed to help you as long as 'no one is to suffer'. Have I made myself a liar, Wendling?" Fred asked, clearly amused by helping me achieve what was supposed to be a solo-effort.
"Relax, Freddiekins. If all goes to plan, we should all have a rather joyous start of the new year." I cackled.
"Who are you lot pranking now?" Renae sighed, equal parts resignation and rightful fear.
"No time to explain now. See you in the dorms later?" I asked already gathering my bag.
"Yeah, but-"
"No time!" I interrupted, turning to a still seated George. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"But I just sat down!" George whined, pointing at his still empty plate. "Surely there's time for a just a bite."
"Are you coming or not?" I repeated the question, redistributing the emphasis so there was no mistaking the true intent for the sudden rush to get out of here.
"Right!" George shouted, eyes going wide as realization sunk in. He nodded his head enthusiastically, hair bobbing as he sprung up from the bench, blabbering on. "That's my cue! See you lot at the party! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"USE PROTECTION!" Renae and Fed loudly advised in unison to our hastily retreating backs. It was a clear attempt to embarrass us for our constant display of raging hormones. In my opinion it was a cheap shot that had lost its impact a few weeks ago.
George and I exchanged a look that clearly expressed we felt the same. George's arm slid around my waist brining me flush against him. We gave our hecklers identical grins, shamelessly replying. "We always do. The world's not ready for babies with genes as good as ours."
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The six hours between when George and I left the hall and when we left Gryffindor tower with Fred just before midnight seemed to get more chaotic with each passing minute. Granted, as the hours passed it would do to remember more and more pilfered alcohol was consumed. That may be intensifying my memories-not that the events that took place needed any assistance in the intensity category.
It all began with a trip to the kitchens. I asked George to wait with the other house elves as I talked to Spotty. Seeing as the house elves absolutely adored "Masters Weezys" and tripped over themselves to bring him sweets, George did not need much convincing.
"Miss WingDing," The creature squeaked a butchered rendition of my name. "Masters Weezys be saying you need Spotty's help."
"Yes, that's right, Spotty." I smiled at the elf. "If you would agree to help me, I would greatly appreciate it.
"Of course, Miss WingDing! Spotty lives to help! How can Spotty help?"
I smiled as I retrieved the satchel containing the antidote to my prank. "It would be a great service if you could deliver these potions to the Hospital Wing immediately after tomorrow's breakfast is served. It is imperative you are not seen. Do you think you can do this, Spotty?"
"They won't hurt anyone? The potions?"
"Of course not, Spotty. I would not harm innocent people and I certainly wouldn't ask for your help to do so." I reassured the hesitant elf.
"Spotty can do that Miss WingDing! Spotty will deliver the bag to the Nurse and Spotty will not be seen doing it. Miss WingDing can count on Spotty!" She wheezed, enthusiastically reaching to take the satchel from my hands. Once she had it, Spotty held onto it like it was her own baby, nestling it securely in her arms. When her focus was on the bag, I cast silent spells on the goblets used for the Slytherin's breakfast.
"I know I could depend on you, Spotty. Thank you. If I can ever repay you-" I began to offer but was cut off by high-pitched protest.
"Repay? No! No, no, no. Spotty likes working in the kitchens. It is an honor for Spotty to work at the school and serve the students."
"Thank you, Spotty." I offered more gratitude, words the only token she would accept. "We have to go now but we will visit again soon."
"Yes! You must go now and take Master Weezys his snacks. Master Weezys asked Spotty to give them to you and his double." The house elf snapped its fingers and trays of finger-foods and pastries materialized on the counter in front of us.
With our arms laden with snacks and further promises to visit more frequently, we finally extricated ourselves from the attendant, tiny hands of the house-elves. I materialized the trays onto the waiting tables in the Common Room, knowing anyone who was there to witness it would attribute the magic to the house elves. Besides, as George and I made our way up to the Room of Requirement to blow off some steam we'd need all our hands.
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It felt like deja vu entering the party that was already in full swing. Only there were a few small but rather significant differences. This time Renae was off somewhere with Draco-bloody-Malfoy instead of waiting for me. This time, there was no confusion as to what George and I had been doing for the past while if my hair was any indicator of time. This time, there was no desire to hide the evidence of our activities either. If anything, Fred's grimace at our appearance upon arrival made it all the more fun to flaunt it.
We spent the next hour playing catch-up to our already inebriated friends. This task was aided by Angelina's favorite pastime at these parties-picking my brain for muggle drinking games. I had no real knowledge of muggle drinking games except for what I saw at the cinema or in my aunt's soaps, but this didn't stop Angelina. That night she decided on the classic "Never Have I Ever." When my drunk mind let slip I had a bottle of Veritserum in my bag everyone was on board. In order to keep the chaos controlled we made out way to the boy's dorm, but not before taking a tray of tarts and an unopened bottle of Firewhiskey.
We all sat in a circle on the floor-Alicia, Fred, Angelina, Lee, Katie, Harry, Ron, Ginny, me, and then George. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were only allowed after I argued on their behalf when we ran into them on the way to the stairs. We agreed Ginny wouldn't drink anything harder than a butterbeer and the decision was made.
Thinking back on it, probably not the smartest decision to make. I only considered how unfair it was to shut them out because of their age alone, I never considered how awkward it would be to play this game with two of George's siblings. Sure, this game could be innocent enough, but in my limited experience, that was not a fun way to play it. I realized the error in my decision when Alicia drew the short straw between Angelina and I. Spiteful that she had to ask the first question-and set the entire tone of the game-Alicia flashed a deceptively sweet smile before extracting her revenge. "Never have I ever shagged a Weasley."
"Trying to change that, love?" Fred wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively as Angelina and I each gulped down our 'punishment' shot. Angelina nearly choking on hers as she reached out to smack Fred for his comment, causing him to quickly amend. "Because I regret to inform you that Weasley Twins are currently spoken for and happy about it. Ron's all up for grabs though, isn't he, little brother?"
Ron's skin flushed as red as his hair, stuttering over his words so profoundly it was comical to everyone-especially the twins. Alicia, gave Ron a calculating look before she offered him a wide smile. "Give it a few years and we'll reconsider, yeah?"
"Cheers." Ron sputtered, clinking his glass to Alicia's before they both took a shot for the Hell of it. The rest of us followed suit, mine and Angelina's glass automatically refilling itself.
Ron played it safe by stating he'd never been to America, causing Lee and I to drink while his brothers scoffed "Amature hour."
Ginny's question had me cursing my own stupid mouth for A) inviting her in the first place and B) offering to use the rest of my Veritiserum from Snape. "Never have I ever thought about shagging a professor"
"Ginny!" Fred protested, George finishing the outcry, "You're only thirteen! You shouldn't be thinking about shagging anyone! Let alone a professor!" That didn't stop the potion from forcing Katie, Alicia, Angelina, Lee, or me from having to take a drink.
"Please don't tell me it was bloody Lockheart." Ron groaned, making the other three girls blush their admission.
"What about you two then?" Harry asked unhelpfully.
"McGonagall." Lee said, a shudder rippling his spine. "More of a nightmare really. Couldn't help it."
"Professor Lupin." I whispered the name as softly as I could, but everyone heard.
George sighed dramatically, "Shoulda figured. You seem to have a thing for Gryffindor Pranksters."
"Shut up and take your turn!" I ordered, determined not to be embarrassed by thoughts I could not control.
"Fine, never have I ever snogged a bloke." George snapped back.
With an orchestrated eye roll, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Ginny and I all took a sip from our glasses. No one had time to comment on the surprise of Ginny not being as innocent as her overprotective, older brothers would assume her to be. Instead, Ron was too busy gaping as both Lee and Fred took a sip as well, looking anywhere but each other. George used my body to keep him upright as he shook with the best kind of laughter-the kind at the expense of your closest mates. I had been witness to the twin's prank on Lee involving a love potion gone desperately awry, but it was still fun watching the two of them explain it at the demand of the room.
It was then that I realized I was losing badly. I already had twice as many fingers down as everyone else and the twins, Harry and Ginny hadn't lost any.
"Fine, then. If that's how you want to play it. Never have I ever kissed a girl."
"I'll put it down with pride, love." George snickered as Fred, Lee, and the boy's amusement Angelina and Alicia took another shot.
"What? I don't discriminate." Angelina replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"Cheers to that!" Alicia agreed.
And so the game went on.
And on.
And on until the bottle of Firewhiskey was empty, or at least I assume it was. I stopped keeping track once I lost all ten fingers...which was immediately after Angelina. The twins were not far behind me.
As soon as the three of us lost, we excused ourselves as quietly as possible. Thankfully everyone else was more than a few drinks deep and either didn't notice or care to comment on our Irish Goodbye. The stairwell was empty and as good a place as any to try to make all three of us invisible. Drunk, I had more confidence in my abilities than I ever dreamed of having sober. But still, I had never tried to extend my nest of invisibility to Fred, certainly not at the same time as George and me.
After I cast the spell, I found myself sandwiched between the twins as we tip-toed down the stairs, waiting to be noticed. When several of our housemates walked clear by us, we deemed it safe to make our way carefully across the crowded Common Room. By some miracle, we were able to hold out on our victory giggles-or raucous whoops in Fred's case- until we reached the other side of the portrait.
The genuine joy Fred found in being invisible lifted all of our spirits higher as we made our way through the castle to the ground floor. I wouldn't say being invisible was better than having the Marauder's Map, but rather because of all its secrets ingrained in our memories, the combination left us feeling untouchable. The moment the heavy doors were opened, the crisp almost-January air beckoning us outside, the three of us practically skipped the rest of the way to the lake. Once there, Fred could no longer contain his excitement. With a low whistle, he observed, "What a year, am I right?"
"I think the good outweighs the bad." George agreed, squeezing the hand he was still holding.
'Let's hope the new year follows the uptrend." I said the most positive thing I could think to say when the rest of my mind was eager to voice its doubt. I focused on extracting the vial containing the prophecy potion from its hiding spot in my robes. Holding the potion up for them to see, I shook the bottle carefully, "Either way this should give us some answers."
"How does that potion work exactly? And why did it take so bloody long to brew?" Fred asked, eyeing the crystal vial and shimmering silver substance with suspicion.
"It's a very delicate process and it fails to work for more than half of its brewers. It's very selective in its given results meaning every single step must be followed to an absolute t to gain even the slightest hope of it working." I explained, being patient. I suspected that trying to make Fred appreciate the intricacies of potion making was going to be a lifelong struggle of mine. "It's one of the most time-intensive potions I've ever read about, honestly. Even the most acclaimed Potions Masters have written it off as a waste of time, seeing as there are so few recordings of successful results. But you know what they say, patience makes perfection."
I eyed the shimmering fruit of a month's labor with only a fraction more faith than Fred.
"I thought that was practice?" Fred corrected.
"That, too, Freddiekins. That, too." I conceded with a sigh. Hopefully this would work and practice wouldn't be necessary. With the infamous black book remaining as elusive as ever, this was my best shot at the answers I so desperately needed. There was also the minor fact I neglected to mention involving the immense pain if the potion should fail.
Sensing my reluctance, George squeezed my hand again, smiling wide as he spoke. "It's two to midnight; What do you have to prepare? How can we help?"
"Nothing else. Just be ready when the new year hits." I shrugged, holding the bottle up again. "As far as help? Well, how about Freddie turns around and you give me one last kiss to wrap up the year?"
"Sounds fair enough to me." George agreed, already leaning forward to grant my request. We both ignored Fred's groan of disapproval.
Pulling away from our kiss, I offered George one last smile before turning my attention to the glittering black surface of the lake, to the glistening strip of silver moonlight illuminating the hint of secrets in its unknown depths, and to the vial I held in my hands I hoped contained clarity.
When I spoke again, I addressed the moon, my voice sounded far more powerful than I felt. The confidence in my squared shoulders, planted feet, the conviction in the foreign words that rolled off my tongue were provided by Romona.
"Moonlit sky above,
Moonlit sea below,
Teach me the lesson
of your glow.
Detail my Past,
so I may grow.
Deliver my Present,
so it can pass.
Divulge my Future,
so I will know.
Decode's Destiny's truth,
Discover Fate's threat.
Let me not forget,
your lessons.
Let me seek; Let me find
your blessings.
Let me not live with Regret,
or worse yet,
not live at all.
Let me remember; Let me thrive.
Merlin, Mordred,
hear my call.
Cursed Blood,
be my Guide."
I held the vial up to the sky before placing it to my lips. Without hesitation I threw my head back and gulped down the bittersweet potion. George voiced the thoughts my lips were too preoccupied to form. "Bottoms up!"
With little more than a thought the now empty vial was cleaned and vanished back into my potions set. I turned back around to the twins with a wicked grin. "Now that business is taken care of, let's refocus our attentions on pleasure, yeah?"
"Ew, Andibear! That's nasty!" Fred complained, expression souring as I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"You're absolutely right, Freddiekins! What I had in mind is nothing short of filthy." I accentuated the last words to let Fred's wondering imagination carry out the seize-the-moment joke as far as it could go.
"Well, I'm all ears. This plan already sounds promising." George chirped conspiratorially, continuing on with a leer. "In fact, I volunteer any body parts you should need in your pursuit of pleasure."
"Why do you insist on dragging me out with you if you're going to act so appallingly?" Fred huffed, making a dramatic show of crossing his arms over his chest.
"Direct orders from our dearest Potions Master." I beamed, mocking a salute.
"You seem to be taking a lot of orders from your 'dearest potions master' lately." Fred said, the blatant accusation in his statement making me cross my own arms. Not out of defense, but in order to restrain myself from strangling my best friend.
"What are you implying, Freddie, because I don't think I like your tone." I worked to keep my own tone even, flinching at the unexpected weight of George's hand curling around my shoulder.
I'm sure George was mentally begging his twin to drop it behind my back by the sudden flash of defiance in Fred's eyes before he spoke. "You've been spending hours alone with that overgrown bat and somehow instead of cursing him with your newfound power you seem to actually like him now!" Fred spat the last words with equal parts incredulity and disgust.
"And?" I asked calmly.
"'And' what, Andi?"
"And what's your point, Fred? What's your question?" I refocused the conversation so it could end as quickly as possible.
"My point is that you've been vague about what goes on in your meetings with him. We both have a feeling you're hiding something big-some secret between the two of you that you don't want us to know." said Fred in a way that made it evident he had been waiting for the perfect time to pick this fight. "My question is whether you're going to tell us what that secret is or are you going to keep lying to us?"
"I haven't lied to you!" I shrieked. Then realizing adding fuel to the fire Fred was apparently intent in starting would not help anything, I took a few deep breaths before trying to speak again. In the meantime, Fred continued to glare at me while George rubbed circles on my lower back in attempts to calm me down.
"You're right." I tried again. "I haven't told you every detail of our meetings but I haven't lied to you. It's not because I'm lying or trying to hide anything but simply because that's what I've decided to do for the time being. Some things require clarity before they are safe to share."
"'Safe to share?'" Fred repeated my phrasing with a distaste. "Sod that, Andi! I think we're in plenty enough danger as it is just being close with you at this point. If anything, we're in worse danger being left in the dark!" Fred retorted, gesturing wildly around the ice-covered grounds of Hogwarts post midnight. "So don't use our safety as an excuse to keep whatever secret the two of you are keeping."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Fred, but I don't need excuses because I'm not keeping secrets. Me making the decision to not share information that is not relevant to your life does not constitute me keeping a secret. If it's important then you'll know about it, but please as my friend respect my privacy." I defended.
"And blindly trust Snape?" Fred scoffed. "That's never going to happen. Even if you tell us what changed your mind about it. Short of brainwashing, I'm not sure how you can find a single redeeming quality about the man and yet…" Fred trailed off, shooting me a speculative look from head to toe that made me feel uncomfortable.
"And yet what, Fred?" I prompted.
"And yet you've seemed to find quite a few." Fred replied coldly. "I mean, Hell. The man must have lived an interesting life if one peek into his thoughts and you're ready to sing the praises of a man you once hated. Don't care to explain it to us, do you, Andi?"
I ignored his prodding and turned to face George. "I love you but if I stay here and continue to look at your brother's stupid face I'm afraid I might punch the smugness clear off his face or take it out on you. So, I'm going back to my dorm. I love you, George."
"What?" George protested, confusion settling on his face before I wiped it away with a quick, yet aggressive kiss. It was more a flash or tongue and teeth instead of a proper kiss and it seared with the promise of pleasure interrupted.
"I'll see you in the morning." I said, giving George a sad smile before I turned to glare at Fred. Still addressing George but with its malice directed at Fred, I added, "Blame your brother for missing out on what could have been the best night of your life."
With that said and not even a full blink later, I was standing on my bed. Pulling the curtains open, I quickly realized two things:1) I was in my dorm, not George's 2) I was completely alone.
Renea better get here soon because not even an hour in and I was more than ready to put the first day of the new year in the past. My gut agreed with the voices in my head. All the signs are pointing to revolt. My good fortune would soon come to an end and I had better prepare to hit the ground running. All the signs were telling me to get ready for the longest day of my life, in an eternal sea of longest-days-of-my-life.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
'Ello Lovely Readers!
I thoroughly hoped you enjoyed this installment of YNSTWBE which boils down to shameless smut. I know I enjoyed writing it. ;) (No, really. Sex scenes are honestly still the hardest things to write so I hope I've improved).
That sentiment holds true in general. With the TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY of this story approaching I really wanted to stick to posting at least once a month. (Yes, I realize it's literally the last day of the month..., but still). I'm VERY, VERY excited to say that although it's taken me way (!) longer than intended I still haven't given up on this story. More than that, I'm finally bringing it back to the vision that's propelled me forward all this time-THE END!
Readers that have stuck with me for the journey-THANK YOU! I will never be able to express my gratitude toward y'all enough. You are everything. New Readers: WELCOME TO THE WILD RIDE! Fasten your settle belts... or don't. Either way, It's going to be a bumpy ride. ;)
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments! Until next time.
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