By the time I got back to the dorm last night, it was far past curfew, meaning that everyone was fast asleep. I had gone the whole day avoiding as many of the Slytherins as possible, as I had a feeling they wouldn't take the news of me being a Muggleborn too well.

However, as I awoke this morning, the events of yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was not the main thing on my mind.

Although last night I had ended things short with George, I felt a sense of regret almost instantly, as I walked out the library. I could not possibly ignore the tensions we shared, as well as the fluttering feeling I had in my stomach whenever he stood near me.

Now noticing that none of the girls were in the room, I felt a strange feeling in my gut. The five of us would all normally wait for each other to wake up to head to breakfast in the Great Hall—although this time, they clearly hadn't.

As I got dressed and made my way down the stairs into the common room, there were still some Slytherins who hadn't headed out to the Great Hall yet—as they all shot dirty glances at me as I made my way out of the cold and dark common room.

Now stepping into the Great Hall, all seemed to be normal. As I looked around the House tables, nobody's eyes were on me—except some of the Slytherins of course. Although I knew after yesterday's discovery that things would not be the same between myself and the rest of my House, I now felt extremely self conscious standing here alone, while they all stared me down.

Speaking of Slytherins, I didn't see Adrian—which I guess, wasn't something to complain about.

As I stood there momentarily not knowing what to do, someone walked from behind me, pushing their hand to my back, so as to walk along with them. Although George had done this many times by now, I still hadn't gotten accustomed to his assertiveness.

"You're coming to sit with me today." He stated rather boldly, as he continued to guide me by my back towards the Gryffindor table.

The Gryffindor table

I felt extremely uncomfortable with the idea of me sitting at another's House's table—especially my own House's rivals, even though it technically was permitted.

"Good morning, by the way." He said with a teasing grin on his face.

As we approached his table, the friends of his I recognized so far were his younger brother, Granger, and Potter.

"Morning everyone." George said, as he stood there, waiting for me to sit down. I quickly obliged, and sat down in front of one of the three youngsters who sat closest to where I stood—Harry, who exchanged an awkward smile with me. George immediately followed, and sat down next to me, his leg now directly touching my bare one, as I was dressed in my school skirt. He pressed it in slightly, almost as if he wanted to get some kind of reaction from me. Before his teasing continued any further, his younger brother spoke up.

"Where's Fred anyways?" He asked, shoving food into his mouth. "And the others?"

"All still asleep." George mumbled.

"Since when do you ever get up before the others...you're always the one to sleep in—"

"Ron, chew your food." Hermione interrupted, giving him a glare, and trying to send a subtle hint as to shut up.

"Yeah Ron, shut up." Harry spoke up finally, mocking his friend as he nudged his arm.

"So Calista," Hermione now began to speak up, looking directly at me now. "What do your parents do? Mine are both dentists." Before I could begin to answer her question, George's group of friends began to sit down at the table.

George now began to rub his thigh, while making sure to graze the bare skin on my thigh. My leg jerked back slightly, and with this George let out a small chuckle.

As my leg jerked up at his touch, it accidentally wound up kicking Wood somewhere too close for comfort.

"It's too early in the morning for that, George." Wood stated, looking down at the Quidditch section of the newspaper, still not noticing me.

"What? George asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Try to play footsie with something other than my foot mate, and I'll chop yours off."

"Watch it, there's children at the table." Fred nodded to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Also, what the hell are you on about?"

As Wood now looked up to see he was facing me, and not George, he nearly spit out his coffee.

As George now began to realize what I had just done, he turned to me with a cheeky grin, now subtly moving his face close to my ear, and whispering "What are you trying to do to me, hm?"

As I froze at his words, Wood now spoke up, confused at my presence.

"What is she doing here? I thought after yesterday, we sai—"

He was painfully interrupted by someone kicking him from under the table—Andy, as it now appeared.

As everyone—besides George, who now was glaring at Wood, stared down at the table, I couldn't help but feel like there was something I wasn't being told.

"So," Fred tried changing the subject. "When do we have Quidditch practice?"

"Great question Frederick. Harry, you have a free period this morning too right?" Wood now said turning to Harry who it seemed was now pretending to not hear him. "I'll take that as a yes," he now said standing up. "Everyone out on the pitch in fifteen." They all groaned in unison at this, as Wood now walked away. I quickly stood up, realizing it was a sign for me to leave.

"I have a free period too." I muttered to George. "I should catch up on schoolwork." I said, now getting up from the table.

"See you later." He said winking at me, even though I knew we didn't have any classes scheduled together today.

George's POV

As I made my way back onto the grounds of the castle after nearly two hours of Quidditch practice, I was now absolutely drenched in sweat. Although I could just head back to the common room and take a shower there, I thought there'd be an even better place.

As I made my way to the fifth floor of the castle, and reached the grand entrance of the Prefect's bathroom, I stopped in my tracks as I saw Calista making her way towards my direction—although not noticing me just yet. As I purposefully leaned against the wall and stared in her direction until she noticed me, she finally seemed to snap out of her trance as she looked up at me in shock.

She was so small...I easily had a foot advantage over her

I grinned thinking about this, and muttered out a "Hi there darling," which I could tell drove her mad, as she peered up and down my body—my shirt clinging to my abs from all the sweat.

"Why is it that you always seem to know where I am? Also, you can't be here...you're not even a prefect—how did you get the password?" She stated, still having a difficult time looking away from my body.

"Percy talks in his sleep a lot. Didn't take a long time to figure it out."

"Right, well that doesn't mean I'm going to let you go in." She now stammered.

"What are you going to do, make me?" I laughed, as I now walked past her and muttered the password to the bathroom.

"Pine fresh." I said, as she now glared at me.

As I began to enter the men's part of the bathroom, I grazed my hand around her waist, making sure I remained on her mind while she took a bath.

After about thirty minutes of resting in the large bath, I began to get changed into my fresh clothes. Before I could finish gathering the rest of my belongings, a voice coming from the women's side of the baths was now shouting.

"Myrtle! I swear—don't you dare!" A few more shouts, and some splashing sounds later, I heard a groan of frustration.

As I walked out of the men's bath, I quickly walked to the entrance of the women's, sticking out my head enough so she'd be able to hear me.

"Everything alright?" I asked, now wondering what was going on in there.

"No...not quite." I heard her pretty voice echo softly through the entrance. "I'm going to kill Myrtle."

"That sounds quite difficult to achieve seeing as she's already dead." I stated in a teasing way.

I couldn't help it

"I told her I didn't want to hear about her death for the hundredth time." She took a long pause before she said "She threw most of my clothes in the toilet." I stifled a laugh at this, but suddenly stopped, realizing what this now meant.

"So...does that mean you don't have any clothes?" I grinned asking this, waiting for the answer I hoped for.

"Not enough if I want to get out of here." I smirked at this. "Dammit!—I have Herbology in twenty minutes...I swear, if I ever see Myrtle again I'll—ughh!"

As her frustration over the situation began to grow, I quickly peeled off my hoodie, and held it out as far as possible with my arms. "Here take this," I said.

As I held it out, her head, along with her bare shoulders, peered out of the corner of the girl's entrance, looking into my eyes and back at the hoodie.

As I quickly realized what it is she was waiting for me to do, I looked away, staring at the opposite direction of where she stood as I remained to hold out my sweater for her.

As I remained turned away, I felt her slowly grab the hoodie from my hand, and putting it on as I stood there.

"Thanks," she said, as I turned back to face her now wearing my clothes.

I couldn't help myself from staring at her, seeing as my sweater now fell past her hips, as she looked up at me with wide eyes, batting her long eyelashes. I took a few steps towards her, as she now backed up into the wall behind hers, still looking up at me as our hips now pressed together. I could feel her body tense with every movement I made, as I slowly slid one of my hands under the sweater to grab her bare skin at the side of her waist.

"I need to get back to my dorm before I head to class." She quickly interjected, as she pulled away from me.

"Right," I managed to let out in disappointment. "Will you be at the library later tonight?" Although this moment didn't end how I would've liked it, she quickly nodded her head to say she would be.

As she began to scurry off down the hall, all I could think about was how much she managed to turn me on with every little thing she did, and how I couldn't wait to finish off what we had started, later tonight.

Calista's POV

As much as the rest of today's classes had been interesting, they were the last of my thoughts as George's advances had my mind spinning all day. Although at this point I wanted nothing more than to feel George's large and rough hands wander my body, I couldn't help but think back to all the things he had heard happen between me and Adrian. As it was now very clear to George what Adrian and I had done together, I was almost sure his advances were based on those expectations of me.

Thinking back to all the times he had teased me, including today back at the Prefect's bathroom, I couldn't help but feel somewhat angered at the fact that he was probably just messing around with me as some big prank.

That's why, tonight before heading down to the library where I was expecting George, I wore my shortest skirt that I had from my first year, along with a sheer white top—purposefully without a bra.

It was now my turn to tease

As I walked into the library with George's hoodie in hand, I couldn't help resist taking in his intoxicating scent one last time.

I only had to search the library very briefly, as he now stood by one of the windows, looking out into the storm that had just begun.

"Brought back your sweater." I said, placing it along with my bag onto the table I stood next to. George now turned around, seeing me for the first time tonight. His gaze lingered for a very long time, particularly on my small, perky breasts—which under the lighting in the library, he could see right through my shirt.

"You could've kept it for longer." He said, now taking a big gulp as he tried to stop staring at them.

I now walked over to one of the desks that leaned against a bookshelf, now sitting down on it with my legs crossed. He walked over to me, and without being able to resist, held the small of my back with one hand, pushing his body close to mine as he stood pressed up against me. Taking his advances as a good time to tease him, I began to part my legs, so that he could now stand in between them. He let out an audible, deep sigh, as he pressed himself even further onto me, his standing figure continuing to tower over my seated position.

As he now held onto either side of my waist with a firm grip, he ventured his fingers slightly under the side of my skirt, now squeezing onto my love handles with desperation. I began to graze one of my thighs against his leg, now wrapping it around him and gathering an excited moan from him.

"Ohh...fuck." He uttered, now continuing to press himself in between my legs.

As his moans became irresistible to me, I grabbed onto his waistband—tugging it slightly downward with my fingers, this time receiving an even more desperate moan as he now lowered his head to mine, and hovered his lips over my ear.

"What are you doing to me?" He whispered, now pressing himself even further in between my legs—I now felt his huge bulge pressing up against my inner thigh. I gasped in shock, as I was taken aback by how large he was.

He let out a small chuckle, clearly satisfied with my reaction to his size.

As much as I enjoyed playing with him like this, I realized I shouldn't let the teasing go any further—now releasing my grip from the waistband of his pants, and gently gliding his hands off the firm grip he held on my hips.

"I have to go." I said frantically, now pushing his firm chest back so I could get up from my seated position at the desk.

He held onto my waist as I got up, muttering "Please don't", his whimpers now so desperate, that it took everything in me to begin to walk out of the library.

As I rushed out of the library, not even beginning to believe what I had just done—to George Weasley on top of everything, my heart raced.

I had meant to tease him, but not like that.

In almost every way possible, I wish I hadn't just left, especially as his whimpers had begun to make me slightly wet in between my legs.

As I continued down the corridors with my heart racing, and breathing hitched, I stopped in my tracks, now realizing I had forgotten my bag next to the hoodie I placed on one of the desks back in the library.

Although only minutes had passed since I frantically left, he had probably already headed out, right?

Anyways, I thought. The Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms were in opposite directions, meaning it would be highly unlikely that I run into him.

As I headed back into the library, which was now completely empty, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As I reached the desk, now spotting my bag, I instantly noticed George's sweater still laying in the same spot I had left it.

Maybe he had just forgotten it

As I grabbed my bag, about to be on my way, I heard a low voice coming from somewhere behind one of the large bookcases that stood by the far wall.

As I took a few steps closer to see if I was just making up noises in my he—

"Ohh...ohh"

I let out a gasp in shock, quickly covering my mouth so I wouldn't be discovered.

Slowly making my way to where his moans were heard, I peeked around the tall bookshelf that concealed George from the open open space of the library. From where I now stood, his back faced towards me. His tall figure balanced himself up with one of his hands propped on a desk, his other, now rapidly moving up and down his length, although from the angle I stood at, I couldn't see it.

"Fuck...ohh, god…" His pace began to quicken as did his desperation, his moans becoming shaky with every stroke.

As I stood there with him still not noticing me, I began to press my legs together, as the sounds that came from his mouth were now making me wet with pleasure.

"Mmm...ohh, fuck...I'm gon—"

As I bit down on my lip hard, trying to contain the moans that could escape my lips this very instant, I suppressed the urge to touch myself, already feeling guilty for watching him as he pleasured himself.

"Ohh...ohh...myy, I'm...cum—" As he let out his last loud groan, I didn't dare look where he began to release himself.

As he began to finish, I realized I needed to get out of here as fast as possible before he soon noticed me.

As I made my way out of the library, running, my mind and heart raced at what had just happened.

I did that to him

I felt guilty at having seen something so private, but I couldn't help but feel like he would've enjoyed the thought of me having watched him. Trying to slow down my thoughts and feelings, I began to head back to the common room.

George's POV

As I headed out of the library, now throwing on my hoodie that smelt like her sweet scent of cherries and vanilla, a huge wave of guilt hit me, as I thought about what I just did.

It wasn't what I had just done that was the problem, it was who I thought of while doing it. The thought of her finding out about this made me feel so guilty, yet so turned on—as I could just picture her face turning the brightest shade of pink, as the idea of me touching myself to her would cause her to be slightly humiliated.

I had to shake her out of my mind immediately or else I'd feel another urge to do what I had just done.

Quickly making my way through the corridors, I began to approach the moving staircases, where I saw Fred and some of the others.

"Where've you been? You've been gone for quite some time mate." My twin now spoke, with a look of wonder on his face.

"Just taking care of some things." I said, not looking him in the eye.

"What's going on?" Oliver now asked, annoyed at the group that had formed outside the Gryffindor common room, standing in front of the portrait of The Fat Lady. Seconds later, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all appeared behind us, waiting to get into the room like we all were.

"Let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy!" Percy shouted, now trying to make his way through the crowd of Gryffindors that now formed outside the common room. "Get back, all of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it's been searched."

As we all attempted to see what was going on, my sister now ran down the stairs towards us.

"What's wrong Gin?" I asked, with a concerned look on my face.

"The Fat Lady! She's gone!"

We now all had a clear vision of the entrance to the common room, where large scratch marks showed on the portrait where The Fat Lady once was.

"Serves her right. She was a terrible singer." My younger brother now said.

"That's not funny, Ron." Hermione said to him with a disapproving look.

As more and more students—including ones from other Houses now formed a crowd, my older brother continued to order everyone around.

"Keep calm, everyone. Break into fours. Back to your common rooms."

As more and more students began to form, I noticed her walking down the stairs, by herself, looking confused. As she looked down the staircase full of students, she made eye contact with me, and quickly lost it as she turned around.

Had I pushed her too far?

Before I could continue my thoughts, Percy spoke up, once again, this time garnering more attention as the Headmaster began to approach.

"Be quiet—make way...the Headmaster's here. Come on, move...you heard, move!"

As the Headmaster approached the portrait, he now turned to Filch.

"Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat Lady."

"There's no need for ghosts, professor." Filch now pointed at a portrait not far above from where we all stood. "The Fat Lady's there."

As this fed everyone's curiosity, the crowd all at once began to run up the staircase.

"Mind where you're going!—Slow down!—You listen, I'm Head Boy!"

As we all approached the top of the stairs, along with Professor Dumbledore, The Fat Lady appeared from behind a portrait of a hippo.

"Dear lady, who did this to you?" The Headmaster asked, and she began to speak; however, my attention was now focused on Calista, who now stood in front of me, not noticing my presence behind her.

"Eyes like the devil, he's got, and a soul as dark as his name." The Fat Lady shrieked in terror. "It's him Headmaster—the one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!" At this, the low murmurs now became shouts of terror, as everyone now began to frantically move around—including Calista, who now quickly turned around, knocking into me in the process.

I held onto her small arms, as she looked up at me with a look of fear on her face.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked, concerned. She froze at my gaze, now looking down at the ground, avoiding my eye contact.

As students continued to frantically run around, the Headmaster spoke up.

"Secure the castle Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to The Great Hall!"

Although she didn't seem in any kind of talkative move, I gently pulled her by her arm, guiding her to follow me and the other's into The Great Hall.

"What the hell are we meant to do in the Great Hall?" Oliver now asked, annoyed as always.

"I don't know. Perhaps they'll have us sleep in there tonight."

From the walk all the way to The Great Hall, Calista didn't say a word—even though she continued to allow me to guide her.

As everyone began to flood into the hall as we approached it, I knew it would be a while until everyone got settled in. Before any of the teachers could see us, I quickly guided her off to an empty corridor, just down from the Great Hall.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"I just wanted to talk to you." I now spoke, letting go of her as we now stood at the indoor part of the courtyard. She nervously looked up at me, as she propped herself up onto the ledge that looked into the courtyard, her legs hanging off the side.

"I'm sorry if I took that too far...I thought you were enjoying it, just as I was." I said, as she continued to sit in silence. I began to approach her, slowly, as she now looked at me with a different look in her eyes.

As I slowly began to lean into her body—this time more cautiously, I grabbed her by the chin, making her look at me directly in the eyes. Both our breathing now became increased, as we both stood there for a second just looking at each other. Both my hands shifted to her jawline, as I now pulled her face into mine, my lips desperately meeting hers, as I now pressed my body into her.

As I continued to tease her bottom lip with my tongue, her hands now began to wander to the waistband of my sweatpants, now making me breath shaky.

"You don't have to." I said with a shaky breath, as she now began to palm me through my pants. "Ohh, my—fuck."

"I want to." She innocently whispered into my ear.

As she continued grabbing at me, I began to place small kisses along her neck—although she now made it extremely difficult for me to concentrate.

Without warning, she slipped one of her tiny hands into my sweatpants, below my boxers, and now grabbing onto my hard-on.

"Christ...ohhh...fuck." I tried steadying my breath, as she began to jerk her hand up and down my shaft, but it remained impossible, as her stroking became increasingly fast.

"Ohh...mm...you're not...going to...make me last, darling." As she continued stroking my cock, she removed it from my trousers, and began to use both hands.

I locked lips with her once again, our kisses now becoming nothing but sloppy and desperate.

"I'm going t—ohh...god...Cali...I'm about to cum." Her new pet name came out of my mouth naturally, as she stifled a moan of her own, confirming her fondness for it.

As her swirling movements up my shaft were now nothing but pure bliss, I let out a shaky groan, letting her know I was about to release.

"Ohh, god...I'm...I'm cumm—" With her final stroke, my head shot back, as my eyes rolled, now releasing into her hand.

As the both of us attempted to get our breathing somewhat steady—especially mine, I placed one last sloppy and desperate kiss along her mouth, as she now began to wipe the mess on her hand on her pants.

"Sorry," I mumbled, as I helped her sit up off the ledge from where she sat.

I now grinned at her, the both of us not knowing what to say. She shot a shy look back at me, even after everything she just did.

"We should get back." She now spoke up. "Everyone's probably starting to get ready to get to bed." I nodded at her, as we began to walk back.

"Wait, um...maybe we should go at different times...you know, to not make it look suspicious." She now stated. "You go first. Your friends are probably waiting."

"Alright," I now nodded at her.

However, before walking away, I stood close to her once more, wanting her to continue thinking about me.

"Next time," I said, now rubbing my fingers across her lips. "It's your turn." As a low squeak came from her lips, I quickly turned away, and walked back towards The Great Hall.

Calista's POV

After getting back to the Great Hall only a few minutes after George left, he had convinced both Angelina and Andy to make a spot next to them for me to sleep that night, as he slept only a few students down from me, where Fred, Wood and Lee now lay.

As most students were now fast asleep—as was George from the sound of his snores, my head was rushing with even more thoughts than it was when I had earlier caught him with himself, although I hadn't admitted this, nor would I.

Before I could continue my thoughts, a few voices were heard from near where I slept on the ground, along with everyone else.

"I've searched the Astronomy Tower and The Owlery. There's nothing there." Filch spoke.

"Thank you." The Headmaster now stated.

"The third floor is clear too, sir." The Charms Professor chimed in.

"Very good."

"I've done the dungeons. No sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle." Professor Snape now spoke.

"I didn't really didn't expect him to linger." Dumbledore said, as he and Professor Snape began to approach closer to where my group slept.

"Remarkable feat, don't you think?" Professor Snape remarked. "To enter Hogwarts castle on one's own, completely undetected?"

"Quite unremarkable, yes" Dumbledore retorted back.

"Any theories on how he managed it?"

"Many. Each as unlikely as the next."

"You may recall, prior to the start of term, I expressed concerns about your appointment of Professor—"

"Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black enter it." Dumbledore said, interrupting the Professor. "I'm quite convinced the castle is safe...and I'm more than willing to send the students back to their houses…"

"What about Potter?" Professor Snape now questioned. "Should he be warned?"

"Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep." Both the Headmaster and the Professor now stood right above the group that I lay next to. "For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."