George's POV
As the next few weeks rolled around quite agonisingly slow, Calista and I hadn't managed to find the time and place to be with each other. After our time spent in my dormitory, the unforgettable moment was cut short as we had no choice but to head back down to The Great Hall for dinner in order to not garner the suspicions of the others.
Although most paid no attention to our tardiness once we had arrived at the table, Fred did manage to mutter under his breath something along the lines of "So, was it a tight fit?", causing Calista to shoot a glare along with an elbow to his side, all while I let out a smirk.
Having attempted to sneak off together many times after this, each time we were met with a hurdle of sorts that prevented us from continuing where we left off.
Sneaking back to the Gryffindor common room had now become impossible, which is why one night we made an attempt in an empty classroom; however, we were shortly disrupted by Peeves, who came hovering above us.
"Wandering around late at night? Naughty, naughty…" he cackled, wiggling his finger at us, even before I could begin to hoist Calista's small frame up onto the desk.
"Peeves...not now!" I hissed out of frustration, all while not trying to get caught from the volume of my voice.
"Should tell Filch, I should," he mocked innocently, his eyes glittering wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know." After hearing his threats, I attempted to take a swing at him; however, this was a big mistake.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" he shouted, his voice echoing in every direction. "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" With just a few quick movements, the two of us were out of the vacant classroom and down the hall within a matter of seconds.
That's why now, nearly three weeks later, the two of us sat in Divination class, frustrated, all while Fred sat at our table tapping his fingers against the desk.
"Will you stop that? It's driving me mad," I said in annoyance to the sound he was making.
"Don't think that's what's driving you mad, mate," he now said, grinning.
"Hey!" Calista now angrily spoke, garnering a look from Professor Trelawney who stood teaching at the front of the class, far from where we were seated.
"I'm only stating the truth...I'm not sorry for it," my twin said in a mocking way. "I've got to take a piss," he said, now standing up and heading towards the classroom door, leaving the two of us seated alone.
"If he utters one more thing like that, I swear…" she said, attempting to sound intimidating.
"Ooh, scary...wouldn't want to get in a fight with you," I now said, teasing her.
"Why couldn't he have just sat with the others?" She asked, nodding her head towards the table that stood feet from us, containing Oliver, Andy, Lee and Angelina.
"Angelina."
"Oh, right," she said rather boredly, as the Professor now began to speak to the class.
"Please turn your pages to 218...we shall finish off today's class by going over the assigned homework," the professor said, trailing off.
As I began to turn the pages of my textbook, a light object fell to the floor right next to me.
"My quill," Calista now spoke innocently, however, a deviant look appeared in her eyes as she got up from her chair and bent down to the ground to pick it up. Instead of picking it up, she got on all fours and began to crawl underneath the table that was completely covered in the red draping.
"What are y—" I began to speak; however, her hands now grabbed at my thighs from underneath the table. "Christ...Cali, what're you doing?" I said, now knowing the answer as I felt her beginning to undo my trousers.
"Fuck, are you serious?" I muttered in whispers so no one else would hear. I took her advances as a yes, and I began to help her by leaning my hips further underneath the table, and unbuckling my belt.
As my crotch was now completely covered by the drapes hanging off the table, I felt her small hand reach inside my trousers as she began to palm me over my boxers, her fingers now running slowly, yet firmly up and down my length.
"Oh, god," I whispered breathlessly, running my fingers through my hair as my head tilted back. "Shit, Cali...I don't know if this is a good idea." As my words only encouraged her even more, her hand now slipped underneath my waistband, and wrapped it around my shaft—although, I was much too big for her to do so.
"Fuck…are you really this desperate to have me in your mouth?" I somehow managed to word, as she began to gently stroke her hand along my cock. "Oh, god...yes," I whispered under my breath, as her lips finally met the tip of my length, her tongue now slowly running up and down the sides of my shaft, teasing me.
"Mmm, god...oh fuck," I moaned quietly as she now swirled her tongue around my tip, my hips beginning to buck.
"Fuck, fuck...don't slow down," I pleaded, and placed my hand under the drape, reaching for her head and running my fingers through her hair to move it out of the way. "Just like that, darling," I whispered, as I began to gently guide her head down my shaft.
"God...yes, fuck," I moaned quietly as she now attempted to take as much of my length in her mouth, my fingers still intertangled in her hair. "You can barely even take me like this...oh, fuck yes," I let out a silent cry of pleasure as I felt my tip reach the back of her throat, with not even half my length in her mouth yet.
As her movements became louder and messier, I momentarily snapped back into reality, as I saw Fred making his way into the classroom, heading back towards our table.
"Shit, Cali...fuck...you have to stop," I said between quiet groans, as I now began to feel her hollow out her cheeks and move even more rapidly. "Fuck Cali, Fred's coming…" I spoke in whispers, as my brother now began to near the table.
"I was hoping she would've ended the class by now…" Fred began to speak as he now approached the table; however, I quickly interjected.
"Fuck...Fred, not here...go sit with the others, please," I said, my hands beginning to form fists on the table, as her sucking movements only became sloppier.
"What? No...I'm not—" he said, eyeing the seat where Calista once was and glancing down at my face as I attempted to hold in my expressions. "You guys are absolutely mad…" he said shaking his head, as he now began to make his way over to the table with the others.
"Is everything alright back there?" The profesor now spoke up, as my brother's and I's voices began to disrupt the classroom, all while Calista continued to bob her head up and down my cock, as she now used both her hands to pleasure me where she couldn't reach with her mouth.
"Yeah, everything's fine Professor," Fred spoke, as he attempted to keep my secret hidden, although he still gave me a nod of disapproval.
"Very well," the professor now began to speak again, not paying anymore attention to the ruckus at the back of the class. "We shall end today's class here...the fates have informed me of urgent matters…" She trailed off, as most student's now paid little attention to what she was saying, and began to get up and start leaving the class, as did the professor herself.
"George, you coming or what?" Lee spoke to me, as he and the others had now collected their belongings and began to head out of class.
"Fuck..shut up," I muttered under my breath, frustrated at their distrubances, as Calista now took in as much of me as she could.
"Let him be...he needs to be left alone with his thoughts for a bit," my brother now interjected, as he directed the rest of our friends to leave the classroom with him, Calista and I now the only ones remaining.
The noises that now began to emanate from the friction between her lips and my wet cock were enough to send me over the edge. As I had been holding myself back from sneaking a glance at her under the table the entire time, I now took the empty classroom as an opportunity to finally do so.
Lifting the drapes from where they rested over my trousers, the sight of her bobbing up and down my length, all while using both her hands to pleasure me, sent me into an indescribable ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes, yes...oh, god yes," I moaned, no longer controlling the volume of my voice. "Look how pretty you look with your lips around my cock...fuck, you look so good," as my erection continued to be throb in her mouth, she suddenly pulled her lips off of me, making a loud slurping noise as she did.
"No...god, please don't stop...fuck, keep going," I pleaded while I placed my fingers back into her hair, guiding her to continue as she now placed her lips around me once more—this time while looking up at me with her wide eyes, no longer using her hands at all.
"Fuck...yes, yes—keep looking at me like that," I spoke, as my hips now bucked, and my head fell back out of pleasure. "Fuck...I'm so close Cali—"
As she now began gagging on my length, not being able to handle my size, I could now tell I was seconds away from my release. "Cali, darling...fuck—I'm going to cum any second now," I said, as I now looked back at her, wanting her face to be the last thing I saw before releasing. "I can't take it any longer...fuck...oh, god yes, I'm cummi—" I groaned before finishing my words, my liquid now releasing into her mouth as she swallowed it entirely, licking the rest of it off of my tip.
As we both managed to catch our breaths, it only took me a few seconds to pull her up from the floor where she now rested on her knees.
"Come here," I said, between heavy breaths, now grabbing her face in between both my hands and placing a wet, yet passionate kiss across her lips. "Fuck, you're amazing," I spoke looking deeply into her dark eyes, as she hovered over my seated body. She gave a shy smile before looking around the room and speaking up for the first time.
"We should probably get going, don't you think?"
As badly as I wanted to continue with her, I had to start heading to Quidditch practice. I nodded at her in agreement as I now tucked myself back into my trousers, and tightened up my belt, as she began to compose herself by flattening out her skirt and combing her fingers through her hair.
Guiding her out of the class with my hand placed gently at the small of her back, she made a sudden jolt at the sight of a figure standing just outside the classroom. I looked up to see my twin smirking at the two of us.
"You two are real subtle, you know that?" He now spoke, as Calista's cheeks began to flame up.
"Why the hell are you waiting out here?" I now asked, as Calista continued to stay quiet out of embarrassment. For someone who just did something so bold as she just did, I found this reaction to be quite amusing.
"You should be thanking me...some first years almost tried coming in," he said, beginning to walk away. "C'mon, we have practice now."
I looked down to face Calista now, as she now seemed to be in a daze of sorts. As I began to reach down for her face to kiss her, Fred began to get agitated as he was already down the hall waiting for me.
"Dammit Fred," I muttered under my breath; still however, reaching down at her face, and holding it in one of my hands, placing a deep kiss onto her lips. "I'm really sorry I have to go...you know how Oliver is by now," I said chuckling, as did she.
"I'll see you later then," she spoke with a gentle smile on her face.
"See you," I said, now walking away, but turning around to sneak one last glance at her before heading off to the pitch.
Calista's POV
As I spent the next hour wandering the empty corridors, enjoying all the new spots I had never seen in all my time at Hogwarts, my mind continued to wander to George—who I hadn't been able to get out of my head since ever since I shared that special moment with him in his dormitory, or if I was being honest with myself; ever since the start of term.
Continuing my thoughts about George, I now strolled through the corridor of the third floor, now passing by Professor Lupin's classroom, which appeared to be empty. As I peered inside, my newly favourite professor sat at his desk in which he appeared to be correcting assignments. I lightly tapped on the open door, hoping to strike a conversation during my free period.
As the professor looked up to see who it was who stood at his classroom door, he greeted me with a friendly smile and began to speak.
"Calista, good to see you," he spoke as I seated myself at one of the benches. "I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to speaking to you individually—I've been terribly busy. How have you been...since everything?" he now asked calmly.
"Quite well," I said, telling only half the truth.
"I see...so you've taken my advice I garner," he said, nodding his head. "I see you've made quite good friends with some of the Gryffindors in your class," he spoke, now smiling.
"Yes, well I suppose they're not all that terrible…" I began to trail off as my thoughts were being brought back to George.
"As a former Gryffindor, I may just be a bit biased in saying you're absolutely correct," he said, now peering back down at his paperwork.
"Sorry if I've disrupted you Sir...you seem to be rather busy."
"No, no...please. The silence rather bores me often; although I will have to cut our meeting short soon. I'm expecting Harry to be here shortly…"
"Oh, Harry...yes, he's been rather kind to me," I now spoke.
"Ah, so Harry's amongst one of the Gryffindors you've made acquaintances with," the professor spoke with a small smile on his face. "Yes, he's a bright young wizard...I was very good friends with his parents…" his smile now seemed to fade as he said this. I continued to listen, intrigued with what he had to say.
"Both talented people with very kind hearts, especially his mother, Lily," he spoke, all while clearing his throat, in what seemed to be an attempt to change the subject.
"I've heard he has her eyes," I now spoke up, as he gave me a nod with a small smile. "I've never known what my real parents looked like...or even who they were or what they did," I now said with a sad expression on my face.
Although it wasn't often I thought about these things, whenever I did, it brought me great sadness.
"I'm sure they were clever folks...good people," he now said in an attempt to reassure me.
Before either of us could continue our conversation, another knock now was heard from the professor's classroom. As I turned around to see who it was, Harry quietly stood at the entrance.
"Ah, Harry...come in," he said, now waving the boy inside his classroom. "I'm sorry I'll have to cut this meeting short, Calista. I have individual lessons with Harry." I nodded, understanding, as I got up from my seat and waved to the professor goodbye, while muttering a quiet "Hi Harry" as I exited the classroom.
George's POV
As Quidditch practice had now just finished, I began heading into the locker rooms to change out of my sweaty clothes. While everyone began to head out as they had all finished, Fred, who had now started to walk out with Oliver, now peered back at me and spoke.
"Want me to wait up?" he asked.
"No, that's fine...I think I'll shower here before dinner," I now said, as he nodded his head and began to walk out with the others, leaving me to be the only one left in the changing rooms.
As I began to peel off my soaking Quidditch jersey, a quiet voice suddenly spoke from behind me.
"Uh...hey," I turned around to see none other than Calista standing at the entrance of the tent.
"Hey," I now said, with a huge grin on my face. "How're you always so lucky to walk in on me shirtless?" I asked teasingly, a smirk now adorning my face. She innocently rolled her eyes and now began to approach me, her eyes wandering up at my bare torso, something I noticed to always distract her.
"How was Quidditch practice then?" she asked me, genuinely interested.
"Good...might have purposefully swung a few Bludgers at Oliver...so great, really," I now said chuckling. "Do you miss Quidditch?" I asked, my tone of voice now changing to that of a more serious one.
"Sometimes," she began, although I could tell from the sad look in her eyes that it was an understatement. I slowly walked up to her, now placing one hand at the back of her head, and the other at the small of her back, gently pulling her towards me so that our lips met as she stood on her tippy toes only to barely reach me.
"That was quite bold of you today in class," I spoke between kisses, my tongue grazing her bottom lip, as she now let out a small moan. I now slowly began to back her up into the table where we normally had our Quidditch meetings, our kisses now becoming more intense.
As her back now reached the edge of the table, I hoisted her up by her waist, pulling her onto the table where she sat, as I now stood in between her legs. Her hand now reached to grasp my hair, as the other now lay on my chest, garnering a groan from myself.
Now leaving her lips, I moved down to her neck, sucking down on her skin where I last left a mark.
"Mm...George," she moaned as I continued to nibble at her neck, continuing to make marks all along her. I slowly moved my hand down to her thigh, inching underneath her skirt as I now began to rub her most sensitive spot with my thumb over her panties. She let out a loud gasp at this, as she now hooked her arms around the back of my neck.
"God, yes George," she now moaned, slightly lifting her hips upwards, as her pleasure had already seemed to quicken.
"You've done so much for me," I now spoke softly into her ear, continuing with my slow, rubbing movements on her clit. "I've wanted to do this to you for a long time now...but only if you're okay with it." I now pulled away from kissing her, as she released her hold on me.
I now lowered myself to my knees, and pulled her in closer by her hips. She peered down at me with a nervous look on her face, and I now took a moment to speak to her.
"Has anyone ever done this for you?" I asked, as I rubbed her thigh slowly to put her more at ease. She quickly shook her head no in response, as I continued to look up at her.
"Adrian wasn't much of a reciprocator." she said, shyly. My blood boiled at the sound of his name, her statement now making me all the more mad, although for her sake, I tried to calm myself.
"He's an idiot," I began, but I stopped at that, seeing as I didn't want him on her mind while I pleasured her. "Do you want me to?" I asked softly, her head quickly nodding yes.
Before moving down to her heat, I lifted myself up to face her, quickly giving her a kiss on the lips as my hands now trailed underneath her skirt, and slowly began to remove her panties, sliding them off her legs as they landed on the floor.
As I began to place small kisses up her inner thighs, I immediately received a loud moan of approval from her. Continuing to trail kisses up her thigh, I bunched her skirt up so that she was now completely exposed to me. I looked up at her once more for approval, and the desperate look on her face gave me my answer, as I now began to suck down on her clit.
"Oh, god...fuck," she already began to moan my name, grabbing onto my hair as I now ran my tongue along her entrance.
"Does it feel good?" I now asked, already knowing the answer, as I continued to alternate between sucking on her sensitive spot and tracing my tongue around in circles.
"Yes...god, yes," she moaned, continuing to clutch onto my hair as her hips began to slightly buck up from the table. As I continued with my movements, I began to insert a finger into her, slowly pumping it in and out of her as I continued to suck on her clit.
"Ah, fuck...fuck, yes George...please go faster," I listened to her request and began pumping my finger in and out of her vigorously, as I now ran my tongue on her clit, sending her into ecstatsy as she screamed out in pleasure.
"Fuck, George...I can't take it anymore—I'm not going to last," At her words, I inserted a second finger into her, this time curling them upwards, all while continuing to put pressure on her arousal with my tongue.
"Fuck...please, George...I want to finish with you inside of me," she now begged with desparation. With her words, I removed my tongue from her heat, and quickly slid my fingers out of her, now rising to my feet as I slid off my trousers along with my boxers.
"Take that shirt off for me darling," I spoke to her as I began to lift her hips up to remove her skirt. She quickly complied and removed her shirt, as I now helped her out of her bra.
I now gently lay her back on the table, and peered down at her perfect, naked body. I wasted no time in grabbing my already erect length, and placing it at her soaking wet entrance. I grabbed onto her waist to pull her in closer to me, as I now began to slowly enter her, knowing she still was not used to my size.
"Oh fuck...you're so warm," I groaned as I continued to let her adjust to my size. As she now let out a loud moan of pleasure, I took that as a sign to fully insert myself into her.
"George, god...oh fuck...please go faster," she moaned, grabbing onto my biceps a I began to deeply thrust into her small body, my hands gripping at her waist.
"God...how are you so tight, fuck," I now moaned as I moved my hands up to the sides of her head, pounding in and out of her so fast, that the table began to shake beneath us.
"Fuck! George...yes, yes, just like that," she moaned loudly, now pressing her nails deeply into my biceps as I continued with my vigorous thrusts in and out of her.
Lowering my head to her level while continuing with my deep thrusts, I began to whisper in her ear.
"That's it...take it like a good girl...fuck." With my words, she had now wrapped both her legs around me, which tightened her walls around me even more.
As I felt my release coming near, I quickly reached down to her clit with one hand, and began to rub it with my thumb, all while maintaining my deep thrusts.
"Oh, fuck! George...I'm cumming, fuck, yes," she now shouted, as I now too felt my release coming.
"Fuck, yes...that's it princess...cum for me," I now groaned, as I felt her release onto me, which only made me finish at the same time.
"I'm cumming too darling...fuck...oh god." As I now released inside of her, she quickly reached for my head, pulling it down with her as she now placed a deep, wet kiss on my lips.
"God...you're amazing," I breathed into her neck, now wrapping my arms around her and letting myself know that I wouldn't possibly let her slip away from me.