George's POV

The two weeks spent back at home over the holiday turned out to be more than I could've ever expected. Although it started off not particularly great, every other day was even more amazing than the next. It was one thing for me to have spent the holidays with Calista and have her meet my family, but having finally admitted to how we truly felt about each other was like having a huge weight lifted off my chest.

As excited as I was to head back to Hogwarts with her alongside me now, I began to come back to the reality of her predicament with that vile scumbag and how it would be handled. I didn't want to seem overly domineering and scare her off, but his last spoken words to her did in fact get me worked up, especially with the lingering memories of his past threats as well.

"I don't see them anywhere," Fred spoke, peering into each compartment we passed by as we continued to walk down the train's long corridor, momentarily looking back to shoot a smile at Calista, who was now trailing behind me.

"There they are," I said, pointing to a compartment up ahead where I now saw Oliver heading into. As we approached it, ready to greet our friends and take a seat, Fred abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked inside, making Cali walk into my back. "Hey, watch where you're going," I said, giving her a smirk, before looking up to see the cause of my brother's sudden halt—Angelina.

As we all said our 'hellos' to one another, excluding Angelina who sat glaring at Fred—Oliver, Andy and Lee stood around awkwardly, now giving Fred and I guilty looks as if to tell us they'd be sitting with her for the rest of the ride. Quickly catching onto this, I told them we'd see them later in the Great Hall for dinner, the three of us now making our way further down the corridors to find ourselves a compartment.

"Why not over here," Calista spoke, tugging at my sleeve and leading Fred and I into the direction of a girl now walking into a compartment.

"Looks like someone's already taken it," I said, pointing to the girl who I now remembered to be the one who I caught Fred staring at the one time in Hogsmeade.

"It's okay, I know her...so does Fred," she spoke, now catching the attention of my twin who up until this point seemed to have something clouding his mind. "Hey, Rowan," she spoke, directing her words to the girl who now looked up from her luggage to see the three of us standing before her, quickly shifting her gaze to Fred. "Is it alright if we join you? Everywhere else is full."

As we stood there, waiting for a response to Calista's question, the girl quickly realized how long her and Fred had stood looking at each other.

"Um...yeah, of course," she muttered, turning to face Calista once more, as we now all took our seats—Fred placing himself next to Rowan, the two of them offering shy smiles to one another.

Fred, shy?

"So, uh...how was your Christmas then?" Fred asked her, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

As I continued to glance in awe at how awkward and unusual he was being towards her, my attention shifted to Cali, who now appeared to be rapidly tapping her wand into the palm of her hand, looking out the window in a daze.

"Hey," I said, gently taking a hold of her arm, snapping her out of her trance. "Everything alright? You're quieter than normal," I continued, now letting go of her arm and instead taking a hold of her thigh, squeezing it gently.

"Yes...I'm fine, George," she said with a weak smile, now finally stopping the tapping against her hand.

Although I knew she didn't want to talk about it, I was so sick of Pucey causing her to be like this, that I brought it up anyways, both Fred and Rowan distracted in conversation with one another.

"I don't really like the idea of you...you know...in the same dormitories as him," I said glancing up at her with a worried expression, not wanting to sound overbearing. "I don't know...maybe I can just ask Professor Mcgonagall...see if she'll let you stay in the Gryffindor ones instead?" I asked peering up at her—however, before she could get in a word, all four of us were interrupted by the sound of the compartment doors opening, Angelina now standing before us, glaring at Fred.

"Fred, can we talk?" She asked, turning her glares towards the Ravenclaw girl. Fred let out a loud sigh and stood up, giving a guilty look at the girl whose expression seemed to have changed to disappointment.

"Fine," he frustratingly spoke, walking straight past Angelina out the doors, as she soon followed suit. With a saddened expression on her face, Rowan pulled out a book from her bag, and began to read while Calista and I continued with our conversation.

"George, it's not that I don't appreciate it, but…but Mcgonagall will never let that happen...not without me having to explain everything," she said with misty eyes, now beginning to fiddle with the hem of my sleeve while avoiding my gaze. "I don't...I don't want to have to explain it to anyone else, George. Besides, it's not like I share the same room with him...I'll be fine, I promise," she said, attempting to give me a reassuring smile while I ran circles against her thigh with my thumb.

"Cali, I won't make you tell her, but I also don't trust Pucey or any of the other Slytherins...maybe I can just tell her myself—"

"—No, George...please don't do that," she pleaded, gripping my arm. Before either of us could say anything further, Rowan now looked up from her book, diverting our attention by clearing her throat.

"I don't mean to pry, but perhaps you could see about speaking with Professor Flitwick," she said, the two of us now focussing on what she had to say. "There's a spare bed in my dormitory...I think he would understand without asking too many questions." I turned back to face Calista, whose expressions still didn't change much.

"Hey, that may work...I'm in good standing with Flitwick considering Charms is the one class I'm really good at...maybe we could try that?" I asked her, hoping she'd agree; however, she only let out an exasperated sigh.

"Rowan, I appreciate the suggestion, but I'd just rather not have to deal with this now," she spoke, now turning back to face me. "Can we please let this go, George? I just...I don't want to start off this term thinking about these things."

Although I wasn't quite content with dropping the subject, I could tell talking about it would only further upset her—and seeing as I'd already done enough of that, I gave her a nod of defeat and didn't utter another word of the subject.

It wasn't until Fred made his way back into the compartment, messy-haired, that the silence was broken. I gave my brother a strange look as he seemed to be rather distracted, now reaching up to grab his bag without uttering a word to anyone.

"Where are you going?" I asked, as he began to make his way out of the compartment with his bag in hand. He quickly turned to look at the girl sitting down across from me, giving her a guilty look before responding to me.

"Ange asked me to sit with her and the others...we talked things out…"

I instantly rolled my eyes and let my head hit the back of the seat, frustrated that he was being so easily persuaded by Angelina's manipulative ways. Before he could let me get in a word, he scurried off out of the compartment, leaving the three of us all rather perplexed for the rest of the journey back to the castle.

Calista's POV

As everyone entered the castle and began to head into the directions of their respective common rooms, George pulled me off to the side of the bustling corridor and placed a gentle hand to the side of my face, running his thumb along my cheekbone. My stomach fluttered at his soft touch as he brought his face down to mine, placing a deep kiss on my lips, lingering before he pulled away at my bottom lip.

I looked up at him with longing eyes, only before the two of us pulled back in shock, as someone nearby began to loudly clear their throat. Standing a mere few feet from us was Professor Lupin, who gave us a stern look with his arms crossed.

"Ms. Warrington...Mr. Weasley…" He spoke as I felt my face begin to heat up. "I believe the two of you are meant to be parting your ways back to your dormitories before dinner?" He questioned authoritatively, now giving us a knowing look.

"Right, yeah...sorry professor," George said, speaking for the two of us as he now noticed the look of embarrassment shown on my face.

"Right, yes...well then, you both best be off," he said, waiting for us to take his cue, the two of us hurriedly walking away in shame. "Uh, Ms. Warrington...I believe the dungeons are that way," the professor said, now pointing into the opposite direction to where I was headed. I quickly nodded my head at the professor before peering up at George once more.

"See you in a few," he whispered, giving me a small smile before the two of us parted ways, heading to our dormitories before the feast began in the Great Hall.

After having been surrounded by such colour and warmth for two weeks at The Burrow, walking into the dark and cold Slytherin common room felt like a shock to my system. As much as George had persisted on removing myself from here, I couldn't handle the shame brought on by having to explain myself to one of my professors.

Shaking the thought from my head, I hurriedly made my way up the stairs to my dorm, wanting to get changed as quickly as possible so I could head back down to meet George in The Great Hall.

As I reached the top of the stairs to the girls dormitories, a familiar voice became apparent. Confused, I continued to head down the hall, the voice becoming more recognizable as I reached the door to my room. Still unsure of what I was hearing, I opened the door, instantly regretting it as I now saw two naked figures on my bed—neither of them noticing my entry as they faced opposite of me.

My body went rigid as I now stood before Autumn, who was on all fours, and Adrian, who was gripping and thrusting into her vigorously as she let out small moans.

"...fucking mudblood…" he groaned, ramming into her with speed, grunting, as his head tilted back with his eyes shut. I felt a sudden churn in my stomach with his words, now finally racing out of the room before he could see me.

Gripping my stomach with my hand over my mouth, I ran down the stairs and out of the dungeons—unfortunately not fast enough, as I now felt the bile come up my throat and out of my mouth just outside the entrance to the common room.

I could barely begin to process what I just saw and heard, feeling sick to my stomach for a multitude of reasons. However, as voices began to near me, I wiped my mouth and attempted to quickly make my way down to The Great Hall—the only thing that could possibly make me feel better right now being George.

As I stood at the large entryway to The Great Hall, students already gathering inside to be seated, I looked down at the Gryffindor table, a huge sense of relief coursing through my body as I saw his bright red hair stand out. I rushed over to where he now stood laughing with his friends, before his gaze instantly shifted to me, his famous crooked smile forming as he noticed me.

Although I tried my best at hiding the shock I just endured from moments ago, George's expression changed as I now stood in front of him, gripping his arm to feel some sort of security and not caring that all his friends may notice.

"Hey, are you okay? Your face looks pale—"

"Okay, i'll do it...we'll go see Mcgonagall, Flitwick or whoever and i'll tell them," I spoke fast, my heart racing as I'd do anything at this point to no longer have to see Adrian's face outside of class. "I don't want to be there anymore," I spoke, as George now motioned for me to sit down at the table with the others, his hand gently placed at the small of my back.

"Cali, what happened? What did he do—" I cut him off before the others at the table could get the chance to listen in.

"It's fine...I'm fine," I spoke calmly, placing my hand atop his which was gripping my thigh rather tightly. I looked to his friends who were all now seated, their focus no longer on the two of us. "It's not important right now, I just don't want to spend another night there. I'd rather not have to explain myself to any of the professors, but I don't think I can handle being there anymore," I said, holding in any overwhelming emotions I was now feeling.

"Alright, we'll go see Mcgonagall after dinner," he said, reassuring me. "...and if you want, I can be the one to talk. I know you don't want to." As much as I hated having been so reliant on him, I nodded my head at him, grateful that I wouldn't have to endure the conversation.

After the Headmaster gave everyone a welcoming speech, to both our arrival and the new year, the feast quickly set out in front of us, my appetite no longer present after being sick only moments ago. George of course noticed this instantly, as usual, and insisted that I eat something. However, with enough reassurance, he accepted that I just wasn't able to stomach anything right now except for some water, as I anxiously waited on what would happen after dinner.

George's POV

As The Great Hall began to clear of the students now heading back to their dormitories, I let Fred and the others know that I'd catch up with them soon, waiting back with Calista until I saw Professor Mcgonagall make her way towards the exit.

"Just wait here, alright?" I said, getting up from my seat and squeezing her shoulder, giving me a quick nod as I now made my way towards Mcgonagall.

"Professor," I said, catching up to her, giving me a rather piqued look.

"Yes...what is it Mr. Weasley?" She asked rather irritatedly, looking up at me under her spectacles.

"I don't really know how to ask this professor," I said, quickly turning to and back from Calista sitting over by the table. "...but what if there were someone who didn't feel...safe with a student in their House. Could there somehow be an exception made for them to somehow...I dunno, move into another House's dorm?"

"Mr. Weasley, I hope you're not asking me what I think you are…" she spoke, pulling down her spectacles while looking at Calista. "You know I have no authority to do such a thing. The only way that could be made possible is if they were to come forward about the other student; otherwise, there's really nothing I can do," she said, giving me a regretful expression.

"Professor, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," I said, rather urgently. "Someone even mentioned there being an extra space in Ravenclaw Tower," I spoke, remembering what Rowan had brought up earlier on the train. Professor Mcgonagall looked once more at Calista before turning back to me with an exasperated sigh.

"I suppose I could bring this up to Filius without breaking the rules...I can't make any promises, Mr. Weasley however," she said, as the expression on my face surely showed my gratefulness. "I'll see to it now—I'm assuming it's urgent. You and Ms. Warrington can wait for me in the library while I go speak with Professor Flitwick," she spoke, now making her way out of the hall where only a few students still remained.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief as this had eased many of my worries that I had been dwelling on for the past two weeks now.

I walked back over to Calista who remained seated at the table, her mind seeming to wander elsewhere before I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, causing her to break out of her thoughts and look up at me.

"Mcgonagall agreed," I said, giving her a small, reassuring smile. "I couldn't get her to have you stay with the rest of us though—she said she's going over now to speak with Professor Flitwick about staying with the Ravenclaws."

"Thank you," she now spoke, grabbing me by my hand as I lowered my head down to hers and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "So um...what did you tell her then?"

"Don't worry, I managed to spare the details...I know that's what you wanted," I said as she gave me a grateful nod of her head. "Anyways, she said for us to wait for her in the library while she goes to figure it out. We should start heading down," I spoke, my grip on her hand tightening as I pulled her up, now making our way out of The Great Hall towards the library.

As we made our way to the library, I couldn't help but dwell on her change of expression when she first entered back into the hall. I didn't want to pry and make her feel worse, but I promised myself after our last misunderstanding back at The Burrow that keeping things from each other wasn't a good idea.

"Are you going to tell me what happened back there? I'm sorry if you don't want to, Cali, but keeping things from one another in the past hasn't ended up very great," I said, peering down at her as we now entered the grand entrance of the library, making our way towards a table and taking a seat. I pulled up my chair close to her as she leaned her elbows against the table with her hands in her hair, sighing loudly.

"I walked in on one of my—one of the girls in my dorm…with Adrian," she let out, as I began to push back the stray hairs away from her face, trying to keep calm at what she had begun to tell me. "They were on my bed, and they were—he was calling her a mudblood," she said with a repulsed look upon her face, no longer looking at me.

"They were—why would he call her—oh," I spoke, rage beginning to course through my body as I suddenly understood what it all meant. I tried to form words, but I was just so appalled that I sat looking down at the ground, not saying anything.

"That word makes me sick...and to know...to know that he was picturing me while—" I cut her off before she could finish her sentence, no longer wanting to know about his repulsive actions.

"That word means nothing to me, you know that...it's a disgusting word that has no substance to it," I spoke with furry in my voice, her hands beginning to slightly tremble as it now all began to hit her at once.

"Hey, look at me, Cali," I spoke, softer this time, as I grabbed her face in mine before she could cry. "He's going to get what's coming to him one of these days...maybe not anytime soon, but someday he will…"

With my hands still cupping her face, she placed one of her gentle ones over mine, holding it in place for a little while before Professor Mcgonagall entered the library, the two of us sitting up to face her now.

"I've spoken with Flitwick—and he's agreed to have you stay in Ravenclaw Tower, ," the professor spoke, as Cali now looked up at me with relief. "He's waiting there now to explain everything to you. Most of your belongings have been brought up—you can collect the rest tomorrow."

"Thank you, professor," Calista spoke, giving her a grateful look.

"Well, whenever you're ready, I'll be escorting you up to the Ravenclaw common room," the professor spoke, as Calista now gave her a quick nod before peering up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. " —it's your time to be heading back to the Gryffindor dormitories," she said, raising an eyebrow, giving me a scrupulous look.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then...have a good night," I said, smiling at her—a nervous, yet hopeful look on her face shown before she began to trail behind Professor Mcgonagall, vanishing around the corner.

Calista's POV

After Mcgonagall had dropped me off at the bottom of a spiral staircase, I made my way up them, Professor Flitwick gladly waiting for my arrival and going through all the specifics about the common room and House rules. At the entrance of the common room, which was located at the top of the spiral staircase, stood a door with a bronze knocker in the form of an eagle—who was meant to give each student wishing to enter, a riddle.

Although the professor was quite confident in my abilities, I had a dreading feeling that the riddles would become quite the challenge for me—nonetheless, I was more than grateful to be welcomed into the Ravenclaw dormitories.

Now leaving me off with Rowan to show me around the rest of the common room and the dorms, it left me in awe how remarkable it looked. The common room was circular in shape with arched windows that hung blue and bronze silk drapes—a midnight blue carpet with stars that reflected onto the domed ceiling covering the floor.

"I think you'll enjoy it here," Rowan spoke, as we began to head up to the dorms. "It's normally very peaceful, and we have amazing views of the Black Lake and the Quidditch pitch." I gave her a small smile, taking in the charming and sophisticated decor.

After Rowan had introduced me to my other new roommates—Isabella, Taryn and Allison, the four of them gave me the tour of the rest of the room, now allowing me to settle into my nightwear as it had passed most students' bedtime. As I clambered into my new four-poster bed, cerulean blue drapes hanging from every side of it, I let out a relaxed sigh, glad that this day had finally come to an end.

Although I felt especially at ease—the soft whistling noises caused by the wind just outside the tower being quite therapeutic, I continued to toss and turn for nearly an hour, as the others had now all fallen asleep. Despite the fact that I felt safe, far away from Adrian's grasp, there was still something missing, and I knew exactly what that thing was—which is why I made the rash decision to quietly get out of bed, slip on my shoes and make my way towards Gryffindor Tower.

I was quite thankful that the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw common rooms were not too far from one another, because tonight was much more chilly than I thought it would be, having forgotten to grab a sweater before leaving my new dormitory.

As I approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, I attempted to seem casual and inconspicuous—however, she noticed me right away, raising her brows at me.

"Fortuna Major," I said, swallowing with uncertainty in my voice. I don't know why I hadn't thought of the possibility that the password could have changed since I had last been here, my mind always seeming to be elsewhere nowadays.

"Afraid not, dear," she said hastily, looking back down at her book she had been reading. I let out an exhausted sigh, standing there for a few more moments until she spoke again. "Fine, alright...I know who you are anyways," she spoke carelessly, as the portrait now swung open, granting me entrance into the Gryffindor common room, which now remained void of anyone.

I quietly made my way up the winding stone staircase, heading into the direction of the boys dormitories and reaching the entrance to George's room. I slowly turned the knob, walking in on my tippy toes and shutting the door slowly as to not wake any of the boys up. As I shifted my weight onto my other foot, a squeak in the floorboards made my heart jump out of my chest. I looked up at all the beds to see if anyone had awoken, my gaze lingering on the ginger hair that poked out of the covers of George's bed.

As I continued to tiptoe my way across the room, I approached his four-poster, now peering down at him lying on his stomach with one side of his face squished against the pillow, as his arms remained tucked underneath it. A small smile crept upon my lips, as I listened to his soft snoring coming from his gaping mouth. Seeing as he was fast asleep, I began to climb up onto his small bed, placing myself next to him and propping myself on my knees.

I peered down at him, admiring how peaceful he now looked. Tempted, I reached for his crimson hair, running my fingers through it, and gently pushing it out of his face to see his handsome features. As he began to stir, I pulled my hand away, not wanting to wake him up—however, the lack of touch only caused him to begin to open his eyes. Propping himself up on his elbows, he now squinted up at me, attempting to adjust to the darkness.

"Cali? What're you doing...are you alright"? He asked with concern, his voice still raspy from his slumber, as he now gripped onto one side of my waist.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up…I'm fine…I just couldn't fall asleep," I spoke quietly, not wanting to wake the others.

"That's ok...I had a hard time falling asleep too," he spoke, as he now began to pull me in by my waist, inching our faces closer to one another. "I think we both got too used to this over the holiday," he said, smiling up at me, my face reaching down to his, and our lips meeting gently.

"Can I stay here tonight?" I asked between breaths, as he now held my face in his, slowly trailing his kisses from my lips down to my neck.

"You don't need to ask," he said, breaking away and instead pulling me down by my wrists to lay with him—my head nuzzling into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry that you had to see that earlier, Cali...to hear that…" he spoke gently, now combing his fingers through my hair, grazing my cheek every time he did. I responded by burying my head further into his chest, beginning to play with the hem of his shirt.

"I'm not good at this," I said shyly, continuing to twirl the fabric in between my fingers. "You always seem to know exactly what to say, and yet I can't ever seem to without it sounding like I don't appreciate it...I'm just not use to it,"

"God, you're so adorable," he chuckled quietly, gripping me even tighter. "...and I understand. I don't expect any more from you, darling,"

"Thank you," I spoke, still not grasping how lucky I was to have him. It only took a few more minutes of George playing with my hair before I began to drift off to sleep—the sound of his steady heartbeat calming me.

"See, what did I say, mate? I knew it."

"Yeah, well he never shuts up about her...it's pretty obvious, Lee."

"I knew there was a reason he was slacking during practice...he better not lose us the House Cup over her…"

"I swear, you should have seen them over holiday...they're lucky I covered for their asses."

"Shut it. You'll wake her up, you gits." I felt George's hand suddenly remove itself from underneath my shirt, where it rested gripping at the skin around my waist only moments ago.

"Oh—look who's decided to wake up...Prince Charming himself."

My eyes suddenly shot open at an abrupt movement caused by George, as he grabbed the pillow from underneath him and launched it towards Wood.

"Well, looks like it's you who's woken her up, mate," Fred spoke, as I now saw him, Lee and Wood all standing near the bed, finishing up to get ready, all while peering down at George and I. George turned his head to face me at his brother's words, now noticing my awakening.

"Oh...I'm sorry, they were just being idiots," he said, bringing his hand underneath the covers to place a gentle hand on my thigh. "Good morning," he spoke, now planting a kiss on my cheek, making me want to bury my face into the pillow out of embarrassment, seeing as all eyes were on us.

"That would be our cue to leave," Lee said, looking away, as did the others who had all now begun to grab their belongings and head out of the dorm.

As all three boys had now made their way out, leaving George and I alone, he began to trail his mouth down to my neck, lingering in one spot and sucking down hard.

"Sleep well?" He asked, lifting his mouth up from my neck momentarily to look up at me.

"Mhm," I said, giving him a small nod while biting down on my lip to stifle any noises that could escape my mouth. Before we could get any further, my mind suddenly remembered something. "Shit, George, I have to go before Rowan and the others realize I've been gone all night," I said, now pushing him off me, trying to resist.

"It's too late for that, dear," he smirked, pulling me back down by my wrist. "Most people have headed down for breakfast, so they've probably already noticed," he spoke, taking both my wrists in one of his hands and pinning them above my head, continuing with the marks he was leaving along my collarbone.

"George, I'm serious—I have to go...it was the first night and they're already going to think I'm ungrateful for leaving," I said, George now letting go of his grip on my wrists as I began to sit up. "Besides...I want to go get the rest of my belongings down in the dungeons before going to breakfast," I spoke, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him quickly as I now grabbed my shoes from the edge and slipped them on.

"Right, I forgot about that...is it alright if I come then?" he asked, although I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I gave him a small smile while nodding my head.

"I'll have to get changed first. Can you meet me down there in twenty?" I asked, before he gave me a nod, and one last kiss before I headed out the Gryffindor common room.

George's POV

After my last time meeting up with Calista down in the dungeons, I made sure to get here earlier this time so as to not have certain events repeat themselves. It was about ten minutes after waiting that I now saw her making her way down the marble staircase towards me, a small smile letting loose on her face as she saw me.

"It shouldn't take long, I've only got a few small things to collect," she spoke, as we now reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, which was a bare stretch of stone wall. "Basilisk," she muttered, before the passageway now opened to reveal the cold, and dimly lit common room.

"That's the password?" I spoke, teasingly as she rolled her eyes at me.

"You're one to talk...I didn't even get the password right, and The Fat Lady still let me in," she retorted back, seemingly waiting for me to come in with her. "Everyone's still in the Great Hall I think...you can come in," she said, as I now took ahold of her hand and made my way inside with her.

It was like walking into an ice chamber—the only difference being that it was decorated with emerald coloured lamps hanging from chains, black leather sofas and large glass panels that put on display the Black Lake, causing there to be a green tinge throughout the room.

"I'll be back down in a minute," she said, now letting go of my hand as I continued to look around the vacant room—my eyes wandering from the various portraits of famous dark wizards that littered the stone walls.

I walked around, continuing to be curious of the various trinkets that were displayed throughout the room, stopping at a rather ancient looking metal door. Piquing my interest, I reached for the rusted silver knob, turning it to pull the door open.

"Snooping around, I see?" I jumped at the sound of a voice, quickly turning around to see that it was just Calista, who now stood there laughing at the fact that she had just scared me.

"Fuck, don't do that," I said, glaring at her as I now peered into what turned out to be nothing but a dimly lit supply closet.

"Don't tell me what to do," she spoke unmannerly, causing me to turn around at her once more and eye her up and down.

"Stop being a brat...because I'll gladly take you in this closet right now," I said, now grabbing her by one of her wrists and pulling her into me, which only caused her to shoot an innocent, yet mischievous look my way. "Remember that after we're done, that it was you who got yourself into this mess, sweetheart," I said, now hastily pulling her into the supply closet, slamming the door shut and hoisting her up onto my hips and pushing her back against the door, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist.

Without hesitation, I lazily unbuttoned my trousers all while holding her up with one arm, pulling my length out from them to reveal my erection.

"Already hard?" she asked teasingly, now reaching her hand down to where our cores met, and beginning to stroke me with slow, torturous movements. I quickly put a stop to her pumping as I wrapped one of my hands around her throat, squeezing slightly so that she felt my ring press into her skin. My other hand quickly reached for under her skirt, pushing her panties to the side and feeling around her heat.

"You're one to talk...already fucking soaking as usual," I spoke, continuing to play with her wetness, causing her to whimper under my touch. "Tell me how badly you need me...how desperately you want me inside you…" I whispered into her ear, now biting down on her earlobe, causing her to squirm under my hold on her neck.

"God, George, I need you right now...I need you deep inside of me...please," she now moaned, begging me to enter her as she held onto my arm that was wrapped around her neck. Taking that as her consent, I placed my tip at her entrance, and pushed into her with a long, deep thrust—her tightness always causing me to groan with pleasure.

"Fuck...I'm so glad...so glad that I'm the only one to have ever been inside you," I grunted, as my thrusting movements inside of her began to quicken, the door she was pressed up against now beginning to make noises in synch with my movements. "You're so tight because of it...fuck, it makes you feel so good," I said shakily, as I grunted between thrusts—my grip on her neck tightening slightly.

"Only you, George...only you can have me," she moaned, her legs constricting around me as I pushed into her even further.

"That's right, you're mine...only I get to fuck you like this...just me." As my grunts became uncontrollable, I roughly squeezed the inside of one of her thighs with my hands—the other still grasping onto her neck, as I now pounded into her with speed, causing her to whimper. "Tell me...tell me that he can't have you...I want to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours."

"He can't...he can't have me," she whimpered, her hips beginning to thrust into mine so that her sensitive spot began to rub against me, which only began to send her off the edge. "He'll never be able to fuck me this good, George," she spoke, her words now making me pound into her even harder, her legs beginning to tremble under my grasp.

As I continued to plunge in and out of her with velocity, our moans now reverberating, multiple voices of chatter could be heard from just outside the supply closet we now were in. Not caring, I continued to thrust into her as I now placed both of my hands around her neck.

"Fuck, George...there's students out there...but I'm so close...fuck…" she whimpered, now whipping her hand over her mouth so that her noises were stifled. I quickly threw her hand off from over mouth, groaning as I felt her walls tighten around me.

"Don't you dare fucking try covering those noises up...I want them all to hear you…hear you screaming my name so they know who you belong to," I said, now pounding into her with both my hands gripping at her neck, and shoving my tongue into her mouth before pulling away.

"George...fuck...you're going to make me cum so fucking hard," she cried out, now sending me over the edge with one last heavy stroke, cumming deep inside of her, grunting. As I continued to thrust into her so that she could experience her release, I let go of my grip on her neck, now squeezing into the sides of her thighs as her moans continued to escape her lips, the sound of my name echoing throughout the room.

"Yes—yes—fuck...you're so deep, I'm cumming...George—fuck," she screamed, her legs violently squeezing around me, as she now came to her release with a few more of my long and deep thrusts.

I groaned pulling out of her, now resting my forehead on hers as I tucked myself back into my trousers. Noticing her trembling legs, I helped her back down onto her feet, stumbling on them before regaining her balance.

As if she had almost forgotten where we were, she froze in place at the door of the supply closet, many voices were now heard from the outside of it. She turned to me, giving a worried look, conflicted on what to do.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine—"

"George, they all probably heard us," she said, looking at me nervously.

"I hope they did...I wasn't lying when I said I want them to know your mine," I spoke, now pulling her into me and landing a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Now c'mon, let's go," I said, tugging her by her sleeve so that she now followed me out the door.

As Cali and I now walked out through the door, there stood to be a roomful of Slytherin students who had all now begun to stare and shoot looks at the two of us. Although Calista looked nervous, their bitterness only made me more content.

While I found the Slytherin's reactions to be amusing, there was one student in particular who I couldn't have been more thankful to see at this moment.

Standing just a few feet away from the two of us, with a look of jealous rage on his face, was Pucey, who's expression at this moment could be described as shocked, yet enraged at what he most likely heard and was now seeing. As if the two of us together hadn't already sent him over the edge, my disheveled hair and Cali's wrinkled skirt certainly would.

As I turned to Cali, pulling her closer to me, she looked as though she didn't know how she should react. However, she quickly found back her courage and pulled my face down to hers, kissing me passionately, right in front of Pucey. Both pulling away from the kiss, I gave her a flustered look and then a wide grin back at him. Taking in his final glares, I pulled Cali alongside me, as we now made our way out of the Slytherin common room, the two of us both satisfied in many ways.