Waking up the next morning, I was pleasantly surprised that I barely felt any pain. As I pressed gently on where my rib cage was, there only remained to be a bit of tenderness; however, I no longer felt the need to cry out in pain from the simplest movement. Lifting up the sweater to see the dark purple bruise that now rested on my side, I vaguely remembered George's visit late last night. My heart swelled with the memory of him holding onto my hand, making me feel the most safe I've ever felt. However, this was the extent of what I remembered, seeing as the potion Madam Pomfrey had me drink made me quite drowsy. As I now looked around the room, it seemed as though he was nowhere to be found.
He probably left after I drifted off to sleep last night, I thought.
As I continued to daydream, Madam Pomfrey walked towards my bed with more of what seemed to be the potion she had me drink yesterday.
"Good morning dear, how are you feeling this morning?" she asked kindly.
"Much better, thank you," I said, now grabbing the cup she had reached out to me. "It's only a little sore...nothing more." Although I was feeling much better, I was worried Madam Pomfrey would have me stay another night, something I did not wish to do.
"Very well...you may leave to go to The Great Hall then for breakfast—only after you finish drinking however." I quickly obliged, and guzzled down the entire potion in one go, my face expressing my disgust from the awful taste.
With a bewildered look, and a shaking of her head, the witch walked away from my bed, which I now took as her permission for me to leave. I quickly got out of the bed and began to gather all my belongings before heading back to my dormitory to change. As I began to head out of the Hospital Wing, I suddenly remembered I still had George's sweater on. Thinking it'd be best in order to not garner the suspicions of others, I quickly slid it off and concealed it underneath the rest of my belongings.
Heading into the Slytherin common room, there were a few students who remained before they headed to breakfast; so I quickly rushed into my dormitory, dropped off all my possessions and put on some new clothes.
As I now made my way into The Great Hall, I could already see the others, George included, already seated at the Gryffindor table. Making my way towards the table, my heart began to race a bit more than normal, just from the sight of him.
Approaching the table, I now saw that George was situated in between Ron and Wood, all while facing his twin. Seeing as it was the closest spot to where I stood, I grabbed the seat right next to Fred.
"Good morning," I shyly muttered to the table, all while sneaking a quick glance at George, who gave me a quick smile. Before he could reply back, Fred spoke up.
"Morning—you seem to be better all of a sudden. Am I sensing slight exaggeration from you yesterday?" Fred said, chuckling at his teasing. Although Fred didn't notice, George now shot him a glare.
"Don't expect pity from me when it's you who gets blasted with a Bludger." I said amusingly, while rolling my eyes. "So Wood, how was your shower yesterday?" I asked teasingly, although from the confused expression he now gave me, he had no idea what I was talking about. Fred let out a wide grin while he bit down on a piece of his toast, making me chuckle at my own teasing. It was now George's sister who spoke up, as she approached the table and sat down.
"Seeing as you guys are going to Hogsmeade today, can I finally come along? You and Fred promised I could go this time," she pleaded, reaching for George's arm to get his attention.
"We didn't promise you anything Gin...you're not going." George spoke, in fact, for the very first time since I sat down this morning.
"It's Saturday! What else am I supposed to do? I don't see the big deal—" she whined, although she was cut short as George spoke up again.
"I said no Ginny...so did mum, especially now with Black on the loose." Ginny now rolled her eyes at her brother's words, letting the subject go.
Although George was normally never set on following rules, he seemed quite assertive in his decision of not letting his younger sister go. I could tell he had a soft spot for her, which made me only appreciate him more.
"So are you coming along with us?" Lee now asked, facing me.
"Sorry?" I now asked, confused.
"We're heading to Hogsmeade for the day, if you'd like to come," Fred now piped in.
"Oh—yeah, sure...I'll come along," I spoke. As much as I did actually want to go, I didn't want to scare away George just because I agreed to hang out with him and his friends.
Besides his quick talk with Ginny, George barely spoke a word this morning; although, I would still catch him every once in a while, sneaking quick glances at me eating.
I could never get a grasp on George's moods; for someone so confident such as himself, today he seemed to be acting rather strangely.
"We should start heading back to the dormitories to get ready then...let's all meet in the courtyard in half an hour?" Andy now asked everyone. I nodded my head, as did everyone else.
As I stood up from my seat, I lingered for a few seconds, waiting for George to utter even just one word to me before I left. As I stood around, pretending to gather myself like an idiot, I soon realized he wouldn't be saying—so I began to head back to my common room while I waited for the others.
George's POV
"What were all those jokes the two of you were laughing at before?" I turned to my twin, as we both began to change for the cold weather outside.
"Oh...so that explains the crappy mood this morning," Fred now began speaking. "Mate, seriously...I made a few small jokes yesterday when she was in the Hospital Wing. I already hit her with a Bludger—I'm trying to get on her good side, seeing as she'll be spending a lot more time around us."
"Maybe next time save yourself the trouble and don't be such a reckless git," I now said bitterly, still mad at him for having done what he did during yesterday's match. "And what are you on about?"
"I mean, when the hell are you two going to stop playing cat and mouse. I know you guys have been messing around—" he said, as I tried interjecting. "Don't lie to me, I just know...this isn't about Almi—"
"No," I boldly stated. "This isn't about Almira...stop bringing her up all the time. I like Cali...I just—she's been through enough since the semester, I don't want to rush into anything," I now trailed off. Before Fred could respond, Lee popped his head through the door.
"Are you guys ready or what?" he asked, impatiently.
"Yeah, we'll be there shortly mate," Fred spoke, now looking back to me. "All I'm saying is that she may start getting the wrong impression."
"I don't need you telling me, thanks." I now said bitterly. "Let's go before they all leave without us."
As Lee, Oliver, Andy, Fred and I all made our way down into the courtyard, my eyes instantly drifted to her small figure, as she held out her hand to a small owl that now flew towards her. Seeing as the others were distracted by the argument Oliver and Andy were getting into—something about Quidditch of course, I approached Calista as she handed a treat over to the small bird.
"That yours?" I asked, as she turned around to see me for the first time and gave me a small nod as she continued to hand it more treats.
"Athena," she now spoke gently. "I got her my first time in Diagon Alley. I don't know why really...I don't even get much post." As she handed the owl its last treat, the bird flew off into the grey sky, its wings remaining in a straight line as she disappeared beyond the castle.
"Sorry I've been awfully quiet this morning...I've got a lot going through my head recently." I said, as I stood behind her, towering over her short frame. As she now turned around to face me, my eyes instantly went down to her chest, as the shirt she now wore, showed a good amount of her cleavage.
"No worries," she spoke softly, standing directly beneath me, purposefully exposing her breasts at my vantage point. "You must have a lot going on...I understand," she seductively spoke, now slowly rubbing her hands up and down my chest. I looked back down at her with lustful eyes, my breaths getting heavier the harder she pressed up against me.
She quickly pulled away from me, as she now began to follow the others, who had now already begun to make their way down the courtyard. I swiftly followed her as all six of us now headed down towards Hogsmeade.
Making our way down to the village, as I attempted to not be distracted by her exposed skin, I quickly tried turning back the conversation to the subject of owls.
"I've got Errol...well, he's the family's, but he's always hanging around the castle," I began to speak, my words sparking her interest as she now peered up at me. "He's constantly knocking into everything though, I honestly don't know why we keep him."
"Wait—you're not talking about that ancient looking Grey owl that's always passing out from exhaustion, are you?" she now asked me amusingly.
"Yeah, that'd be him," I said embarrassed, while scratching the back of my head.
"I've seen Athena and some other owls try and help him before," she now said while giggling, the chilling weather now having made her cheeks and tip of her nose pink.
I thought back to Fred's words as I looked down at her, holding back from kissing her. She was terribly hard to read—one day she'd be all innocent and wide-eyed, and the other she'd be messing around, teasing me.
As we now approached the village, the six of us headed into The Three Broomsticks, Calista instantly looking around excitedly, as if she'd never seen the place before.
"Have you never been here before?" I asked, genuinely curious. A small grin appeared on her face, as she nodded at me.
"No, never—I've been to Hogsmeade a few times, but never here," she spoke as we all now began to sit down at the large table in the middle of the tavern. "By the way, where's Angelina?" she now asked, directing her attention to the rest of us as we had all taken our places at the table.
"If you didn't already know, Fred and Angelina break up practically every other week," Lee interjected, as Fred now began to roll his eyes. Trying not to be irritated with her sudden interest in my twins relationship with Angelina, but failing miserably, I made a quick jab at my brother.
"Maybe you should be the one taking advice Freddie," as the words fell out of my mouth, I could see Fred holding himself back from making a witty remark. However, he withheld from revealing what we had talked about earlier, as he saw that my statement peaked some interest with Calista.
Before anyone could get a word in, we were all suddenly interrupted by Madam Rosmerta, the owner and barmaid, who now began to speak to us.
"What can I get for you dears today?" The witch now spoke, looking at all of us. As she began to take down everyone's drink order, she now faced Calista, waiting for her to speak up. She appeared to be frazzled, and although I enjoyed seeing her in that state, I quickly interjected.
"Make that two more Butterbeers," I spoke to the barmaid, all while maintaining eye contact with Calista.
"Thanks," she shyly muttered, giving me an innocent smile.
"So, Calista," Andy now spoke, as she turned to face her. "We've had Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs tell us what their common rooms look like, but never a Slytherin...I've heard it's partially underwater—is that true?" Calista now gave a nervous look, as everyone else now suddenly became interested.
"Uh...yeah, it's quite annoying actually. We have to swim down to the dormitories each time we enter and exit—imagine getting ready for the day just so you can be drenched," she now said, as a bewildered look now appeared on my face.
"Wait, really?" I now asked, intrigued.
"No," she said, now with a grin on her face, as the rest of the table began to laugh. I looked at her with a shocked, yet aroused expression on my face. As our drinks began to arrive, no one paid further notice to what I now whispered at Calista.
"I wouldn't go around teasing me like that if I were you," I now gently whispered to her.
"Oh, yeah?" She asked teasingly, as I now began to take a swig of my Butterbeer. "Are you sure?" At the exact moment the words came out of her mouth, her hand reached for my crotch, nearly making me choke on my drink.
"Alright there, Georgie?" Oliver now asked, as everyone now turned to me to see that I was okay. I quickly tried to compose myself, and gave him a reassuring nod.
"Yeah, just went down the wrong way," I muttered, as she now began to rub her hand up against my length through my trousers. As I now saw Fred give me a puzzled glance, I quickly removed her hand from myself, much to my displeasure.
"Fred's looking," I now tried explaining. She immediately displayed a look of horror along with embarrassment, as her face began to turn pink with the thought of someone knowing what she just did. My head now bent down to whisper something in her ear again.
"Be careful next time you do that, sweetheart...if Fred weren't here right now, I'd have you bent over this table in seconds." Out of all the things I had managed to whisper to her so far, this one clearly got to her the most. Not only was her face forming a pink colour again, but I noticed her legs now pressing together. I smirked at this, as I now turned to face the others again, who had now began to discuss where we'd head to afterwards.
Calista's POV
The rest of the day had been so eventful and full of laughter, that we even managed to squeeze in time for almost every store we would pass by, including Honeydukes, as well as a haunting visit to The Shrieking Shack.
As we now entered Zonko's Joke Shop, a childlike expression adorned George's face—his features softening as his red hair looked brighter than ever with the contrasting colours displayed throughout the store.
"Fred and I talk about opening a shop like this one of these days you know." He now spoke to me, as he began to pick up a Sneakoscope that was on display.
"I think that sounds like a brilliant idea," I said with wonderment, as I continued to look around the shop in awe. He quickly turned to me as I said this, a smile along with a look of admiration shown on his face, clearly content with my approval. Before he could say another word, his twin began to shout at him from across the store.
"George! Come here, you've got to see this!" With a quick smile at me, he now ran over to his excited brother.
I continued to browse the rest of the shop, while the others now gathered around whatever it was that Fred was showing them. As I neared the end of the shop, an arm suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, pressing themselves against me.
"I miss seeing you during Quidditch practice," the voice now whispered into my ear, pressing their face into my hair. I quickly grabbed the hand that was now wrapped around the front of my waist, and turned around to face Adrian.
"Leave me alone," I now began speaking with a shaky voice. " George is here, anyways." Without a worried look, he came close to me again; this time holding onto my waist with one hand as he faced me.
"You know...I kind of like the thrill that comes along with his reactions—kind of makes everything a little more dangerous, you know?" As I now attempted to escape his grip, I failed miserably, as he had me pressed up against one of the walls of shelves.
"Besides," he continued to speak. "He's the one who should be scared...he can't exactly be the one to protect you all the way in the Slytherin common room, can he?" He now removed his firm grip from my waist, with a smirk on his face.
"Fuck off, Adrian," I now said shakily, as I quickly made my way back towards the others.
As I reached where George now stood, he turned to look at me as he noticed the look of nervousness on my face.
"You alright?" he now asked with concern, as he gripped onto my shoulder with ease.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said trying to shake the expressions from my face. "Do you think we should start heading back to the castle soon? It looks like it's starting to get dark out...dinner should be starting soon." I now announced to the others, as I attempted to defer George's concern.
"Yeah, you're right...we should head back now," George now spoke, as the others agreed and began to make their way towards the entrance. "Oh, wait—I forgot." He turned around from where he stood, and reached for a Sugar Quill, placing a galleon on the counter where a worker now stood.
"For Ginny," he now said, as he pocketed the change the teller handed him back. I smiled at his kind gesture, as we both now headed out the shop along with his friends.
As we all made our way back to the castle, Lee suggested we take the pathway along the Black Lake back, as it was presumably faster.
Now making our way down the shore of pebbles, Andy now walked next to me, as the boys had run off towards the water, messing around and trying to tackle each other.
"So," she now began to speak with a small smile on her face, as we continued to walk along the shore. "What's going on with you and George then?" she asked with a smirk. "Sorry if I'm prying...I just couldn't help notice you two constantly acting strange around each other." I let out a nervous chuckle as she said this.
"Um...nothing really to be hon—" I was now cut short by a large splashing sound, along with George's loud voice.
"Fred...I'm going to kill you, you absolute wanker!" George now shouted, as I turned around to see him getting up from the body of water Fred had just pushed him into. "It's bloody freezing!"
As he now chased his brother down, the rest of us laughed hysterically, as we continued to make our way towards the castle.
As we had now all entered the castle and began to make our way towards the Great Hall, we now began to near the Gryffindor common room, which prompted George to speak up.
"I need to change out of these clothes before I go for dinner," he now spoke, as we all walked past the moving portraits in the corridor closest to the common room. "I'll meet you all there soon."
As I slowly began to walk away with the others, George grabbed my hand to turn me around, and quickly let go.
"Do you want to come see how it looks then?" He asked, although I was too distracted by the droplets of water that now streamed down his body.
"What?" I now asked, realizing I had spaced out for a moment.
"The common room," He said flatly, nodding to the portrait just above the staircase from where we now stood.
"Oh, um...yeah sure." I said, smiling nervously at him.
As we approached the portrait of The Fat Lady, George now spoke to the woman who stood quietly, reading a book.
"Good evening Madam Jenkins," he spoke charmingly. She now looked up from her book to see who it was that spoke to her.
"Ah, George dear...how nice to see you," she smiled sweetly at him.
"Is it alright if I have a friend come up, just for a minute?" He asked innocently, although I knew he was attempting to charm her. The Fat Lady now looked down at me with a careless look on her face.
"Yes, alright—it's not my job to stand guard here anyways," she said as she looked down at her nails, not seeming to really care. "Password?"
"Fortuna Major," George spoke, as the door that formed around the portrait now opened. He now turned back and nodded for me to come in. "Thanks," he muttered to The Fat Lady, as the two of us now entered the Gryffindor common room.
Before I paid notice to the common room's appearance, I now quizzically turned to George and spoke.
"Did she just say it's not her job to stand guard?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, she's a funny one, her," he now said laughing along with me. "You can wait here if you'd like...I'll be back down in a few," he spoke as I gave him a quick nod, and he headed up the stairs to his dormitory.
As I now took in the room for the first time, I was taken aback by the warmth it exuded. Off to my right stood the roaring fireplace—its mantle adorned with a portrait of a lion, giving off a cosy ambience along with the red velvet sofas that now stood surrounding the fire. Now that I had noticed, the entirety of the room was covered in different shades of red and gold—the stuffed armchairs, as well as the tapestry that hung around the mahogany staircase, which was decorated with crimson and gold. I stood there in one place, continuing to be mesmerized by the warmth and comfort it made me feel—quite unlike the Slytherin common room, which was dark and drab.
As many minutes had gone by since George went up to his dormitory, I began to walk up the winding staircase, nervously approaching the only room I now saw with a closed door. As I began to knock quietly on his door, it slowly began to open, with George appearing shirtless, now with a dry pair of trousers on. As I peered up at his toned body, his v-line peeking out of his pants, and his abs glistening with the warm light that reflected off of them, he cleared his throat to get my attention.
"Sorry," I mumbled, not being able to take my eyes off his body. "Was just checking to see if you were ready."
"No...not yet," he said lazily, his eyes now also beginning to wander my body. As we both stood there for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's views, he gently reached for my arm to pull me into the room.
As he placed me against the door, it now closed with the force of his body pressing up against mine, as his lips crashed desperately into me. I let out a small moan, as his kisses now began to trail my jawline and neck.
"George..." I now moaned through my mouth, as one of his large hands now reached for my arse, squeezing it roughly, as he continued to press himself into me.
He now began to pull off my already unzipped jacket, and threw it across the room as he continued to breathe heavily into my neck and placed small, wet kisses along it. He stopped momentarily, now playing with the hem of my shirt, and with a nod of my approval, he peeled it off without a second thought. As he now slowly guided me to his four poster bed, he gently pushed me onto the end of it, my back lay flat, as my knees stayed slightly bent.
As he got onto the bed, his body hovering above mine, he now spoke gently.
"Are you alright with this?" He asked, gently. I quickly nodded my head yes, now desperate for all of him. As I bravely reached for the zipper of his trousers, he pushed my hands back, and muttered "Not yet, sweetheart,"
As he now trailed gentle kisses down my stomach, he began to unzip my jeans, lifting my hips upwards, as he pulled them off. He then continued his actions by gently lifting my back in order to take off my bra. As his gaze lingered on my now near naked body, he peered up at me to ask a question.
"Are you, um...on the potion?" he asked uncomfortably.
"The muggle version, yeah" I said, nodding at him nervously.
"Good, you're going to need it." he spoke boldly, as he now began to continue with his kisses, this time placing them along my inner thighs.
As my legs began to writhe as he continued to place his slow and agonizing kisses along them, he placed both his hands deeply into my hips, holding me down, making it difficult to even move.
"The more you squirm, the longer you'll have to wait, dear," he said, now moving his mouth onto my heat, which was covered with black panties.
"George...fuck, please." I moaned loudly, as he removed his mouth from between my legs, now replacing it with his hand as he began to rub me through my panties.
"You're always wet for me Cali...are you always like this when I'm around?" he asked teasingly, as he now slowly began to pull down my panties, now throwing them onto the floor. As I now lay on my back completely naked, with George kneeling in between my legs, I looked up at him nervously as he couldn't help but continue to stare at me.
"God...you're amazing," he said breathlessly, as he now lowered himself to gently kiss my lips. As I reached for the zipper of his trousers once more, he now allowed me to undo them as he asked me a question.
"Is this your first—"
"Yes," I said, cutting him off before he could finish the question. "You?" I now asked, unsure of what his answer would be.
"No...I met someone over the summer…" he spoke, however he began to trail off.
"So fuck me better then," I spoke out of jelousy. As George now hovered above me with a shocked expression on his face, it didn't take him long to tear off the only remaining piece of clothing left on him, his boxers.
As he now revealed his hard on, my eyes grew wide in shock. Although I had already seen it the night spent in the Great Hall, it seemed even larger as it now rested in between my legs. As he now held it in one of his large hands, he began to tease my entrance, playing with my wetness.
"Fuck...you already feel so nice," he groaned as the rubbing of his shaft against my wetness was almost unbearable for him.
He now began to slowly push his tip into my entrance, garnering a loud moan from him, and a quiet whimper from myself.
"You're so fucking tight...christ." He continued to groan as he entered into me further, still slowly however.
As I held in whimpers from my discomfort to his size, gripping the sheets to alleviate it, George now looked down at me.
"Are you sure you'll be able to take it princess?" he spoke softly, now filling me up completely. As I felt his tip reach all the way to my sweet spot, the two of us both simultaneously let out moans of pleasure.
"George, fuck me...please." I now begged for him to go faster, as my pleasure finally kicked in. He quickly complied, as he wrapped one of my legs around his hips, and began to thrust deep into me.
"God, you feel so fucking incredible...I already can't take it." he spoke desperately, as he lowered himself so that he was now laying on top of me, all while maintaining his deep thrusts.
As my moans became louder, he now interlaced his long fingers with mine, continuing to fill me up.
"Tell me how good I feel inside you," he moaned, barely being able to hold it in as he felt my walls tighten on him. "Fuck...tell me, princess."
"Oh god...you feel amazing George." With these words, he let out a deep groan, now moving back up, as he pinned my thighs to the side and began pounding into me roughly.
"I'm sorry Cali...I don't think I'll be able to last..." his voice began to sound shaky. "...not with you feeling like this." As I began to move my hips in a circular motion in order to quicken his climax even more, I felt his cock pulsing inside of me.
"I'm about to cum darling—fuck, I'm sorry...I can't take it anymore." With his final groans of pleasure, I felt his warm liquids fill me up entirely, garnering a loud moan from me.
Although I thought he would end it here at his release, he continued to thrust deep into me, now firmly holding onto my waist with my legs spread out.
"We're not done until I make you cum, darling." His words, along with the rough penetration I was now receiving, were more than enough to finally let go.
"Fuck, George...I'm cumming...fuck" I finally screamed, my hands gripping onto his biceps, as I felt my wetness now streaming down my legs. As his movements now slowed down, he slid his length out of me, the both of us letting out loud groans at the sensation of this.
"I didn't think you'd cum that fast for me," he said smiling down at me, continuing to admire my naked body as he placed kisses along my entire body, marking his territory along the way.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he spoke, placing soft kisses against my lips, as he was now laying on his back with me.
As we laid there for a few more minutes, the two of us catching our breaths, I suddenly realized how long we had both been gone. As he also realized without me having to say anything, he spoke gently into my ear.
"Just a few more minutes, then we'll head back down." I nodded at this as he placed one last kiss on my neck.
As I lay there with George in silence, his body wrapped around mine, I couldn't possibly think of a more perfect memory than right now.