As the next few days had gone by within the blink of an eye, I had very little time to comprehend how the events of my life were playing out.
It was only a week ago that I was sitting alone at the Slytherin table, keeping to myself, not daring to mutter a word to anyone after last week's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.
However, now, I spent most of my meals at the Gryffindor table, along with George and his friends. Although so much had gone down between the two of us a few nights earlier, not much had happened since. Of course, we still had most of our classes together, and yes, we did tolerate each other slightly more than usual; however, George had been playing off the whole thing rather coolly. Not that it bothered me or anything—after all, the newfound intimacy between us was solely physical.
Although both our eagerness showed, nothing had happened since the night spent in The Great Hall. Our flirty banter still continued, as he was always in the mood to tease me; however, neither of us had found the time or place to continue from where we left off that night.
Nonetheless, I had come to be quite familiar with his Gryffindor friends—having a particular closeness for both Lee and Andy, who were the most welcoming of the group. Although two years younger than myself, I had developed an admiration for Hermione, who had gone out of her way to make me feel more welcome and comfortable by discussing Muggle topics with me.
Although the others weren't unwelcoming, they remained either wary or impartial to my presence. Angelina always seemed to be preoccupied with Fred—who the latter I'm sure suspected something between George and I. Ron seemed to either be busy arguing with Hermione, or shoving food in his mouth, while Harry appeared to be downright intimidated by me. Wood, not surprisingly, always seemed annoyed by my presence, constantly stating that his team shouldn't be discussing Quidditch in front of one of their rivals.
Speaking of Quidditch
I had completely forgotten Slytherin's first match was coming up tomorrow morning—versus Gryffindor on top of everything, and I hadn't heard a single word from Flint since the beginning of term. The first few weeks had been so chaotic in terms of everything that was not only going on with George, but also with the escape of Sirius Black—who since a few a days ago, had still yet to be discovered.
Worried about where I now stood in terms of remaining on the Quidditch team after practically everyone in my House turned against me, I decided it'd be best if I go see Flint about it.
As I stood up from my seat—interrupting a conversation I was now having with Lee about a Muggle radio show, George now looked up at me as a way of questioning where I was going.
"Just going to see Flint about tomorrow's match." I said announcing to the table, although only George seemed interested, as a sudden look of panic and uneasiness showed on his face. Fred now turned to him with a tense look on his face now.
Weird
As I now made my way to the Slytherin table, I couldn't see Flint; however, I did see Harrison, so I decided to approach him instead. As he began to notice me, not much to my surprise, he shot a glare, as well as a look of disgust, as he now looked away from me.
"Where's Flint?" I asked. "We have our first game tomorrow, and haven't practiced once yet." Harrison now turned back to face me, and scoffed loudly.
"You should know," He glared. "He just went to the Hospital Wing to try and convince Madam Pomfrey to let Adrian play tomorrow's game." A look of befuddlement now adorned my face.
"The Hospital Wing?" I now questioned. "What's Adrian doing there?" I said, concern now beginning to show on my face. Harrison now scoffed again, as he took a swig of his drink.
"Wow, so you haven't heard then," he began to mock me. "God, you really are daft." Before he could continue any further, Andy had now approached me from behind. She gave a quick glare at Harrison, who shot right back at her.
"Guess you've been a bit preoccupied with others." He said, now peering at George from the next table down. Andy now looked at me, in what seemed to be as a distraction.
"We have Defence Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes—let's go." As I began to walk away with my new friend towards the others, I couldn't help but feel confused yet worried at the same time. After the incident in Professor Lupin's class, I hadn't seen him—and to be honest, I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of guilt as I remember thinking that I had assumed he was just ignoring me because of what he discovered that day.
As I was now back at the Gryffindor table with the others who all began to get up to head to class, George glanced at me, still with that look of uneasiness.
"So...uh, what's happening with Quidditch then?" He asked.
"I'm not quite sure to be honest. It looks like something came up with Adrian." Although a look of rage appeared on his face, the large veins in his hands bulging out, as he clenched his fists, he refrained from saying anything.
Instead of further discussing these strange events, the seven of us made our way to class, as we parted ways with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
As we entered Professor Lupin's dark classroom, he still was yet to be seen. While the others began to take their seats, George nodded over to the desk furthest to the back of the classroom, as his long figure began to make his way over. As I sat down at the side of the desk in the furthermost corner of the room, George immediately grabbed one of my small thighs with his large hand, giving it a tight squeeze. Still not used to his advances, I let out a low gasp, causing him to face me and give a quick wink.
"I haven't even started with you yet, and you're already making noise for me..fuck." He whispered, moving his face closer to mine, so as to not garner the attention of the others in the classroom.
What did he mean by starting with me? He didn't mean in clas—
Before I could continue my thoughts, the door to the classroom swung open and slammed immediately, as Professor Snape now hurried into the classroom, waving his wand at every window shutter as to close them so that the classroom now remained in almost complete darkness—to which caused George to grin almost immediately.
"Perfect." George said, as I gave him a bewildered look, his hand still remaining a hold on my thigh.
As Professor Snape let the large projection screen fall down, everyone began to look at him confusingly.
"Turn to page 394." The professor said in a dull tone, as everyone now began to do with what was instructed and open their textbooks.
As George released his grip on my thigh in order to open his book, I unconsciously let out a small whimper. He glanced right back at me immediately, realizing the effect his touch had on me.
"You're going to need to be a lot more quiet than that, darling," he uttered softly, as he lowered his face to mine. "Don't worry...soon, I promise."
I honestly had no idea what he had planned for me, but what I did know is that his control over me was something that I was going to have to get used.
"Excuse me, sir," Andy now interrupted as everyone began to open their textbooks. "Where's Professor Lupin?" She now asked.
"That's not really your concern, is it Miss Renshaw?" The professor stated. "Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Now, turn to page 394." The professor now pointed his wand at the projector that was located at the back of the class, which now illuminated the screen at the front of the class with images of various werewolves.
As I finally began to open my book to find the right page, George had now placed his large hand back on my thigh, this time softly tracing circles along the inside of it with his long, slender fingers. I began to let out a quiet moan, to which George took as a sign to further his advances even more, as he began to creep his hand under my skirt, while simultaneously parting my legs.
"I told you...if you want me to continue, you'll have to be a lot more quiet than that." He spoke to me softly, yet assertively—garnering a nod of obedience from me. Before George could continue, the pages of my book suddenly went flying, stopping towards the middle of it. George and I both looked up at the front of the classroom to see Professor Snape glaring at the two of us with his wand pointing at my textbook.
"Does. There. Seem. To. Be. A. Problem. Ms. Warrington?" He now shot a glare, as we both seemed to have interrupted his class.
I quickly muttered a simple "no professor", which caused him to turn his back around again and continue on with the lesson. George now took it upon himself to begin to run his fingers along my panties, grazing my most sensitive spot.
"Fuck...you're already soaking for me, Cali." George whispered in my ear, as he now began to rub me over my panties.
I managed to stifle a moan, his teasing movements as well as the sound of my new nickname, were torture alone. I gripped the edge of the table, as the circular movements of his fingers became increasingly intense.
"God...I want to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours right now." He said, turning towards me, although he resisted under the circumstances.
"Weasley—if I hear one more sound escape your lips, you will be losing your House fifty points." Professor Snape now said irritably.
Although I didn't believe the professor heard George's words—only mutters, my face flushed with embarrassment—to much of George's pleasure of course.
Both Fred and Wood now turned around in their seats to face us, with the latter giving the two of us a dirty look, and the other muttering "Oi, shut up."
At this, George released his hand from me, whispering "Just wait it out a bit." I grabbed onto his arm at this, as I let out a quiet whimper.
"No, please." Although I begged, this only seemed to please him more.
"Don't think I've forgotten you teasing me at the library," he said, smirking, as he now turned to face the professor, pretending to attentively listen in on the lecture.
"As an antidote to this class's ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it." The whole class groaned in unison, except myself, who was too focused on the release I needed to feel.
"Sir, but it's Quidditch tomorrow." Wood now spoke up to the professor.
"Well then I suggest you get a move on with the assigned homework Wood." Professor Snape retorted back angrily. "You will all have the remaining thirty minutes of this class to start your assignments, and no longer than this. I have matters I need to take care of, and expect you all to work in silence." The Professor then left the classroom, slamming the door on his way out.
Although small chatter echoed through the room, most students began to work on their assignments. George now turned back to me, with a small grin on his face.
"Open them for me again, sweetheart." He said, placing his hand on my thigh once more, this time however, quickly moving to my panties, and beginning to push them to the side with his rough fingers. "Is this alright?" He asked. I bit my lip, quickly nodding my head as I was so desperate for his touch.
As I spread my legs slightly open, with the guidance of George, they began to tense up, as I couldn't bear the wait any longer.
"I've never seen you this desperate." He whispered, as he now began to play with my bare flesh, which was soaked at this point.
"Fuck...I can't wait to do more with this sweet pussy then just touch it." I began to lean back in my chair, as both his touch and spoken words were making me go insane. As his circular movements on my clit began to make my hips buck, he began to slowly insert one of his large fingers inside of me.
"My god, Cali…" he whispered, slowly sliding his finger in and out of me, the cool sensation of his ring hitting me everytime his finger ventured deeper. "You sure you want to do this?...You're so tight." He now began to press down in circles against my clit as he continued pulsing his long finger inside of me.
"George…" I now whispered, holding onto his arm, beginning to lose control.
"Yes, dear?" He continued to whisper in my ear, now inserting a second finger inside of me, all while curling them to hit the right spot. "Say it...quietly"
"I...I think I'm...about to cu—" I barely managed to mutter, as my low whispers became shaky, his thrusts becoming quicker with speed.
"Say my name...do it." George now whispered, as I saw him begin to grow under his robes.
"Fuck...George, I'm cummi—" I said, almost raising my voice; luckily George covered my mouth with his other hand quick enough, as he now looked around the room to see if anyone noticed—thanfully no one had, as they were all too busy whispering amongst each other the answers to the assignment.
With his last few pumps, it took everything in me to not scream, my entire body becoming weak and shaky, as I finally came to a release, gripping onto George's strong forearm for support.
"Holy fuck," George announced in a low voice, as he now slid his fingers out of me. "Look what you did to me," he said looking down at his large hard-on in his lap, although luckily, his robe covered it well enough.
As I began to catch my breath after a few minutes; quietly of course, Professor Snape entered back into the classroom.
"I hope you've all been working while I've been gone," the professor now stated coldly—George turned to me and let out a small chuckle. "Lucky for all of you, it seems as though this class will have to be put to an abrupt end, as I have matters elsewhere. I still expect the assignment by Monday. You may now leave."
As the class got up and began to exit the classroom, I stood up, my legs still shaking slightly.
"Alright there?" George smirked at me.
Wood, who up until now was complaining about the homework that the professor had assigned, now told George we wouldn't have gotten so much if it weren't for him talking.
"Anyways, that's fine," Wood now said. "I just decided we're going to have one last practice." They all groaned at this, except for Lee, of course, who never had to worry about this.
As we all walked down the corridors, we now reached the courtyard where George and I were meant to part ways so he could get to the last minute practice. Before the others could notice, George quickly pulled me aside to a closed off corner, and instantly locked lips with me as he placed a large hand gently around my neck.
"God...I loved watching you squirm like that," he said as he began to gently suck on the skin just below my ear, surely leaving a mark there for later. "As much as I'd enjoy continuing this, Wood's going to have my ass if I don't go to practice." He said, now pulling away from the red mark now left on my neck, rubbing over it with his large thumb. "Good," he said, looking at it with a smirk.
"See you later then." I said to him, not being able to contain the fluttering feeling I felt in my stomach, as he began to walk away,
Although I was meant to have both Charms and Transfiguration with George later today, he hadn't shown up to either class, along with Fred and Wood. As it turns out,Wood had convinced them to skip class all day in order to get a good last practice before tomorrow's game, according to both Lee and Andy.
Although I was disappointed that I wouldn't see George until dinner time, maybe it was for the best, seeing as I didn't think I'd be able to handle anymore of his games during class today.
As I headed back to the dormitory to freshen up and change before dinner, my mind continued to race with thoughts of George and what he had done to me today in class. Although I wouldn't dare tell him as it'd only make him tease me more, I'd never had a guy do that to me before, let alone made me feel that way. Although I'd done stuff for Adrian, he never recipericated, which I guess didn't bother me up until now.
As I entered the Slytherin common room, my mind now all of a sudden shot to Adrian, as he was not only just on my mind, but standing with his back facing towards me by the fireplace. I stood there momentarily, until he heard me from behind, as he slowly turned to face me.
If the shock on my face didn't say it, then the gasp that I let out did. As he stood there looking at me with sad eyes, I began to take in the deep purple bruise that encircled his right eye, the small cuts he had scattered all over his face, and of course, his now slightly crooked nose.
"What the hell?" I now began to approach him rather worriedly. "What the hell happened to you?" I now reached for his face, but he gently grabbed it out of the way and put it down.
"You mean you didn't even notice I'd been missing from class for a while now?" The sad expression on his face now shown, as the glow from the fire now reflected onto him.
"I've just been...occupied. I've had a lot of things on my mind lately, and quite honestly you haven't been pleasant recently." I now said, becoming slightly irritated, expecting him to reply with a snarky comment—but he didn't.
"Calista…" He now spoke, as I tried to keep in the shock of him saying my first name. "I'm sorry...for how I treated you last week, and not reaching out to you over the summer." I was now extremely taken aback by his words, as they seemed genuine. "But...it's Weasley you need to be worried about." The more he spoke, the more confused I became.
"What do you mean—what are you talking about?"
"Last week in Hogsmeade," he began. "Harrison, Spencer and I were just hanging around The Three Broomsticks...then Weasley showed up with his friends." I had no idea where he was going with this story, but I did know it wouldn't be something I wanted to hear.
"I was just minding my business, and I guess he saw me and it sparked some kind of rage in him or something...I don't know." I now began to comprehend where this was going. "He got up out of nowhere and shoved me into the counter...started shouting about how I need to stay the hell away from you." Adrian now looked down at his feet. "That's when I told him you weren't his to control—then he just started going in on me, beating me bloody and didn't stop...I don't remember much after that to be honest." I stared at him in disbelief, not knowing what to even think or say about the situation.
"I...I don't understand—why would he—"
"Honestly, after that morning before Defence Against the Dark Arts class...I kind of had a feeling it would come up."
"What would come up?" I now asked him with a shaky voice.
"His obsession over you—how he thinks you're his possession or something." He said, now walking up to me and gently reaching for my neck—making me flinch at first. "Did he do this to you?" He asked, gently grazing his thumb over my neck, where the hickey George gave me earlier now showed.
"No...it's not that." I quickly removed his hand from where it lay.
Before I got the chance to start defending George, I suddenly remember his beat up knuckles...now that I remember it was the same day as the Hogsmeade trip I didn't go on. My head began to swarm with all the things George had said and done these past few weeks, how it all made much more sense—
"I'm sorry, I should have come to you earlier, about this. Madam Pomfrey managed to heal my broken nose quite quickly, but the concussion needed to heal on its own...it took quite some time."
I didn't want to believe any of these things Adrian was now saying, although I was having a hard time believing Adrian would make up that many lies—and for what?
"I'm going to go to bed early, I think. Don't really feel like dinner anymore." I said to him, now walking up towards the stairs.
"I'll see you during tomorrow's game then, alright?" He now suggested. With a quick nod, I now made my way up to my room, knowing I wouldn't sleep well before tomorrow's match against Gryffindor.
As I got changed into my green Quidditch robes this morning, a pit sat at the bottom of my stomach, and I just couldn't seem to shake it. After Adrian's words last night, I had tried everything to convince myself that George couldn't have possibly done those things to him, and how he had treated me like I was his possession.
As I headed down into the common, Adrian now stood in his green Quidditch robes as well, seemingly waiting for me.
"Good morning." He said, giving me a small smile, while I continued to notice the bruises and cuts that remained on his face.
"Morning." I managed to mutter, as we now managed to make our way to The Great Hall for breakfast.
As the two of us entered the Hall, I had momentarily forgotten the fact that I would have to see George here before the match—afterall, I skipped dinner last night, which meant he was most likely wondering what I was up to.
He noticed me almost instantly, his gaze changed to Adrian's face, then back to mine again. As we began to make our way to the Slytherin table, George had now begun to approach me as Adrian sat at the table. Although I had planned on avoiding him until need be, he left me no choice.
"Hey, where were you at dinner last night? You never showed u—"
"Honestly, give it a break, George," I now said glaring at him. "I don't have to tell you where I am every second of the day."
"What are you talking about?" He asked, my gaze now turning back to Adrian's beat up face. George's expression instantly dropped, now confirming my suspicions that I so desperately didn't want to believe.
"I can't believe you." I now started. "You'd go that low...and for what? What did you expect to get out of that? You thought that I wouldn't figure it out? You think I'm that thick?" My questions now started to sound more like statements of anger than anything.
"I had my reasons." He now stated quite calmly.
"Don't worry, you don't need to explain them—I know. Adrian told me what you see me as." As George now peered behind me at Adrian, the two of them exchanging glances, although I was unable to see what they were seeing as my back was turned to Adrian. As George looked as though he would lunge at Adrian at any moment now, Fred stood up from his seat, patting him by his shoulder so as to sit back down.
"Come on….we're not doing this again Georgie—we have a game in thirty." Fred now began to pull his twin back to sit down with him, to which George complied.
As I began to walk away, red faced, I couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions, as I had hoped George would have said something more to further explain himself—but he didn't.
As I now walked out of The Great Hall, not having the stomach for breakfast, I held back on letting my emotions get the best of me, although it seemed to be quite difficult seeing as George's betrayal hurt the most out of any other thing I could think of right now.