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George and I had been waiting two weeks for the new delivery to come into the shop, we had both agreed to open it together and sort through everything that was new and exciting. However while on my lunch break, George had opened the shipment with Fred and they are now looking around on where to display the products.

“Having fun?”

The twins stop what they’re doing, Fred smiling wide at me ready to show me the product in his hand. George’s face drops, knowing how he has fucked up.

“Y/n, u-uhh, um.” George stutters as Fred rushes to my side, my eyes staying locked on George, narrowing my eyes slightly, softly shaking my head.

“Y/n, this is what we’ve been working on, obviously you’ve seen all the blueprints for it but what do you think?” Fred asks, handing me the box. I look over the packaging, seeing the words ‘Happy Bubble Box’ written across the top.

“It’s awesome Freddie, do we have a tester out?”

“We are organising that now.” George states, scratching the back of his neck.

I smile at the pair before excusing myself to George’s office, trying to hide my disappointment and be happy for the boys.

I sit in George’s chair as I smirk to myself, the devilish idea popping into my mind. I contemplate going to get George but my thoughts are interrupted as the tall red headed man walks through his door, our eyes instantly locking on one another.

“Sit.” George opens his mouth to protest my demand before covering it with a cough and a small nod, sitting in the chair in front of his own desk.

“Baby girl, let me-”

I hold my finger to my lips, signalling him to be quiet, shaking my head.

“We had a deal and I have an idea on how you can make up for it.” I smirk, biting my lip, George nods eagerly.

“Anything baby.”

“Bring your chair around here and watch.” I wink.

“Watch?” George chuckles as he moves around the desk before sitting down in front of me.

I stand up from his office chair, a cheeky smile dancing across his features. I slowly trail my fingertips up my thighs, hitching my skirt up higher as George's eyes wander up my legs, his pupils blown with lust.

George falls to his knees, his face now level with my pussy, licking his lips before looping his fingers in the sides of my panties pulling them down my legs. I place my finger under George’s chin as he looks up at me with hunger. Without another word, I sit back in his chair, placing my legs over the arms, completely spread open for him.

George groans at the sight leaning forward slightly as I shake my head.

“Nope, you have to watch, no touching me or you.” I warn George causing him to hiss, before getting more comfortable on the floor, closer to me.

I slowly unbutton my shirt, George’s eyes fixated on my every move, his mouth slightly agape. I unclasp my bra, the straps falling down my arms as I rid myself of the fabric.

“Beautiful.” George compliments a soft gasp escaping him.

I smile at his words, a slight blush warming my face. I softly lick my index finger, slowly dragging it down my chest, the small trail of saliva glistening on my skin as I roll my nipple between my thumb and index fingers. I tilt my head back slightly, a small breath falling from my lips at the feeling of some pleasure. George’s moan rings through my ears, the brush of his fingertips against my thigh causes me to snap my head in his direction.

“George.” I warn, watching my boyfriend groan before dropping his hand from my body.

“Princess, please.” A devilish smirk dances across my lips looking down at George, his bottom lip between his teeth, arousal washing over me at his plea.

“I haven’t even started.” George rolls his eyes at my statement, the familiar jingle of his belt buckle flowing through the air. “I said no touching.”

“Just getting comfortable baby girl.” George states, raising his hands in defence. I nod in response, allowing George to continue to undo his pants, not once touching his growing bulge.

I continue to tease both myself and George, licking my fingers once more before going down the familiar trail, tugging on my erect nipple.

“Uh, that feels so good.”

George nods his head in response as I slowly dance my fingertips down my body, dragging my nails up and down my open thighs, tickling myself ever so slightly, my breath hitching at my actions.

“Tease.” George mumbles, causing me to lick my lips while dragging my right hand closer to my pussy, gently tracing the outside. I slip my middle finger past my wet folds, a sigh of relief filling the silence as I start to rub circles on my clit.

“Oh George.”

“Y/n, please.” George moves forward looking up at me for permission as I ignore him, sliding my middle finger into my dripping hole, biting my lip as my left hand grabs my boob.

“I’m so fucking wet for you George.”

George growls at my words, throwing his head back with a heavy sigh. I slide my ring finger inside of me, moaning at the fuller feeling, softly curling my fingers, massaging my slick walls. The new angle allows for me to rub my clit with my thumb, feeling my pussy clench around my fingers. George’s chest rises and falls watching my every move, the sound of my wetness surrounding us.

I bite my lip, slowly sliding my fingers out of me as I use them to spread my pussy open, George’s eyes lighting up.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“Fucking me.” George almost shouts as I giggle.

“Look at how wet I am for you, pity you can’t touch me.”

George clenches his fists, his pent up sexual frustration starting to take over.

“Y/n, baby girl, fuck princess, I’m sorry, let me touch you.”

I smile at his begging, tilting my head at his words pretending to think it over. I pull my fingers away from my body, extending them out to George as his eyes flick from my glistening fingers to my eyes silently asking for permission as I nod.

George instantly takes my fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. I slip my fingers out of his mouth, running them through his hair as he kisses up my thighs before blowing cool air on my pussy, his tongue starting to circle my clit.

“Fuck.”

George continues to lick circles around my clit, every now and then licking stripes from my hole back to my clit, causing my eyes to roll. I tug on his hair, a chorus of soft moans falling from my lips as he eats me as if I was his last meal, savouring the taste, sucking on my clit as my legs shake in response.

“Just like that.” I encourage, our eyes locking together neither of us looking away as my high creeps up on me. My mouth falls open, my body shaking slightly before my eyes flutter closed, cumming against George’s tongue. My chest rises and falls, sweat covering my brow as George kisses up my stomach, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking and softly kissing the erect skin, alternating between my boobs.

“Please sit down.” I beg almost, wanting to feel his cock inside of me.

George obliges instantly, sitting down in the chair he had disregarded. I stand on my shaky legs, watching George pull his clothing off in a rush, his hands fall to my hips, helping me straddle him as our lips fall together. My hands rest on his shoulders, our tongues rubbing against each other, his fingers running up and down my back before his lips trail kisses down my neck.

I reach between our bodies grabbing his cock, running the tip up and down my slit, circling my sensitive clit causing a shiver to rush through me. George groans, biting my shoulder as I slide down on his dick, feeling him stretch my slick walls, both of us marveling in the feeling of our bodies connecting.

“So gorgeous.” George praises, butterflies erupt inside of me as I slowly rock my hips back and forth, his hands holding my ass, guiding my movements. Our lips brush together, both of us smiling drunk on love before they connect in a soft kiss. I moan against his lips, his hips thrusting up into mine, holding me closer to him, taking over the position as I kiss, lick and suck love bites into his neck. His grunting and moaning causes my pussy to flutter, the sound of pure bliss ringing through my ears.

“I’m close baby.”

I cup George’s face in my hands, circling my hips the way he likes, watching his eyes roll back.

“Cum for me George, fill my tight pussy.”

The grip on my ass tightens as George’s cock twitches inside of me, his hot release painting my walls as I moan at the feeling. I capture his lips with mine, sharing one last kiss before I slide off his cock.

“Maybe I should break promises more often.” George jokes.

I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend as I put my clothes back on.

“This was me being nice, I wouldn’t push it.” I state, trying to be intimidating as George shakes his head laughing.

“C’mon, let's apologise to Freddie.” George chuckles, doing his belt back up as I nod in agreement.

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Y/N really wanted to buy some more toys to use in the bedroom with her boyfriend George. They already have quite a large selection of different dildos, vibrators and strap-ons. But Y/N thought that they were missing something, something that she would only figure out when she was walking through a sex store.

On her weekend off Y/N was currently walking through the isles of her and George’s favourite sex store. She was by herself which was unusual, as pointed out to the clerk behind the counter when she walked through the door without her 6”3 ginger boyfriend. But she wanted to surprise George.

As Y/N walked down the isles of products she and George had already bought, there was one thing that stood out from the rest, something that she had still yet to buy and add to their collection, a fleshlight. As she walked closer she realised that the fleshlight was see through, meaning that she would have the perfect view of George’s dick going in and out of it, the very thought creating a pool of arousal in her panties. She took it off the shelf and headed over to the checkout desk, where she happily paid for the new toy, before walking out the shop and heading back to her and George’s flat.

Slipping in through the front door Y/N made sure that George wasn’t to be seen so’s not to ruin the surprise. She took off her shoes and jacket and tiptoed into the bathroom, once there she took the fleshlight out of the bag and it’s packaging and made sure to wash it thoroughly, because no matter how desperate she was to see George whining and wishing that the fake pussy was hers, she didn’t want to risk anything. Once she was satisfied she made her way down the hall to their shared bedroom. The closer she got she could hear that their TV was on and George’s favourite TV show was playing, the theme tune had only just begun unfortunately for George, he won’t be getting to focus on the programme.

Y/N turned the door handle and walked into their room, the lights were off and the only source of light was coming from the TV at the bottom end of their room. Y/N looked at George who was currently lying on their bed, in grey joggers and a white t-shirt, she doesn’t know how he does it but he always looks god-like no matter what he is wearing. She found herself staring at her boyfriend taking in how beautiful he looked lying there when his voice broke her thoughts.

“Hi darling” he smiled knowing that she was just staring at him.

“Hi Georgie”

“Where were you?” he said, sitting up against the headboard.

“I was at our favourite shop, and I bought you something special baby” She smirked knowingly, as George’s eyes widened at the mention of ‘the shop’

“Oh?”

Y/N made her way over to the bed climbing onto it and straddling his lap, placing the toy behind her so that he couldn’t see it. She leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft gentle kiss, causing George to sigh onto her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around George’s neck as his hands made their way to her hips, she pulled on his ginger locks slightly causing him to open his mouth in a gasp giving Y/N the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth. Their kisses became more heated and desperate as Y/N ground down on his crotch, George’s cock hardening at each slight movement. Their tongues brushed against each other. Y/N pulled away and began to suck and bite George’s neck, simultaneously grinding down onto him causing him to moan and growl into her ear, his responses to her actions causing a pool of arousal to form in her panties.

Y/N pulled away from George, looking directly into George’s lust blown eyes, his pupils big with need and desperation. She quickly pecked his lips before getting off of him, George let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“Strip” Y/N said to him, George immediately obeying and ridding himself of his top and joggers, Y/N’s pupils grew more at the sight of her boyfriend, his freckled muscular torso was breathtaking as always. His now fully erect dick made her mouth drool.

“Good boy” she smiled, making her way over to him again, she pulled out the fleshlight from behind her back, George’s eyebrows raising.

“I assume you already know what this is baby” she smiled

“Mhm”

“You’re going to use it while i watch you” Y/N said, handing him the toy, reaching into their drawer and pulling out lube for him, Y/N opened the lid of the lube and squeezed it above his cock, letting the string of liquid drip onto the tip, George gave a shiver from the contrast of the cold liquid hitting it hot body. Y/N brought her hand to the tip of his cock, and pumped it a few times to spread the lube, George’s head falling back in pleasure. Y/N however, to George’s disappointment, pulled her hand away and dragged a love seat chair that was sitting in the corner of their room, and positioned it in front of the bed where George was sitting so she had a good view of him. She sat down in the chair, crossing over her legs, her hand sitting across her face.

“Go on then baby, fuck that fleshlight i got you”

George picked up the toy, positioning his cock at its entrance, before pushing his hand down, sheathing his dick in the hole. A loud groan left his lips as his dick fit snugly in the toy, his head falling backwards slightly and his mouth agape. His dark lustful eyes now stared into Y/N’s as he began to move his hand up and down, wanking his cock with the toy, moans falling from him more frequently as the pleasure in his stomach built up.

“F-fuck” he muttered under his breath from time to time as his eyes fluttered closed and his head falling back momentarily, before taking a quick look down at what he was doing before meeting your eye contact once again.

“Please can you take off your clothes Y/N-fuck- feels so good, wanna see you”

“Alright pretty boy” she laughed “i’ll take off my clothes for you, but as i do, you need to stop what you’re doing”

George’s hand came to a halt, taking the toy off of his cock, making it spring slightly and hit his lower stomach. Y/N smiled to herself, almost evilly, because now, George was going to have to wait. She brought her hands trailing up her thighs, to her breasts which she squeezed biting her lip, before trailing back down to the hem, where she began to pull off her top painfully slowly. George let out a knowing whine, realising that Y/N was going to take her time, but he didn’t want to disobey her orders so he sat there without touching himself.

Once her top was off, Y/N trailed her hands over her bra and down to the hem of her leggings, wrapping her fingers round the hem and slowly shuffling them down her thighs, then her calves and finally stepping out of them, leaving her in her lace underwear. George shifted slightly where he was sitting, desperate to touch himself again, swallowing his own saliva down hard in an attempt to keep a moan from leaving his mouth.

“Like what you see so far baby?”

“Yes, love it, love your body Y/N fuck”

“Yeah? You want me to take off my bra and panties baby?” she smirked

“Yes please oh fuck- please need to see all of you, please Y/N please”

“Good boy, such good manners”

Y/N slowly trailed her hands to her back where she unclasped her bra slowly and threw it to the ground in front of George, leaning forward and pushing her boobs together to give him a good view, moaning as she pinched her nipples in between her fingers. She then wrapped her fingers round the hem of her panties, pulling them down her thighs slowly maintaining eye contact with her boyfriend, her bottom lip between her teeth, before kicking her panties away seductively with her foot.

“You like what you see baby? Are you happy now that I have all my clothes off for you?”

“Yes - fuck yes i love it, love you”

Y/N walked back over to the chair she was sat in previously and made sure she kept her legs wide open for him so he had the perfect view of her slick wet core, his eyes locking on to her heat like a target as soon as she sat down, his mouth hanging open and his cock throbbing at the sight.

“You going to continue playing with your toy baby? Or are you just gonna stare at me all night?” Y/N teased

George wasted no time in picking the fleshlight backup and pushing it down onto his cock, fully sheathing it to the base. His hand movement started off slow as he began to jerk off with help of the toy, but once he got a good rhythm for himself, his breath became heavy and his eyes shut slightly imagining the fleshlight was Y/N’s pussy clenching around his cock.

“F-uck Y/N feels so good-shit” he moaned

The sight of her boyfriend fucking his new toy, imagining it was her turned Y/N on so much she was almost lost for words. Her eyes hooded with lust, the chair beneath her now soaking with her arousal.

“Fuck baby, i bet that feels good, now you gotta watch me fuck my own pussy while you fuck that fake one”

Y/N got out of the chair and walked over to their “toy drawer”, pulling out her favourite red dildo she would often tease herself with in front of George if he was being bratty. She made her way back over to the chair, George’s eyes never leaving her body once as his hand kept the same rhythm with the fleshlight, fucking his dick.

She sat back down on the chair, her legs spread open wider than before as she brought the dildo up to her mouth, sucking on it so it was wet enough to slide into her. She brought the toy down to her entrance, teasing herself for a few seconds, letting her head fall back with a moan as she pushed the toy into her right to the base of the fake cock. A loud long moan fell from her lips as she looked directly into George’s lust filled eyes, both their mouths hung open in pleasure, faint breaths escaping with every movement.

“Want you to move your toy at the same pace as me baby boy, need it to look as though you are fucking me, keep my pace yeah?” George nodded his head breathlessly “Good boy” she smiled.

The couple matched their paces, it was fairley fast and hard, Y/N’s moans becoming louder as the tip of the dildo hit her g-spot repeatedly causing the warm feeling of release in her stomach to grow rapidly. George had the same feeling, the same need for release as Y/N, he had been longing to cum since she had walked in the room an hour before, but he wanted to obey her and be her good boy so he tortured himself all for her. The tip of his cock now red, his shaft throbbing.

“Fuck m’so close baby, y’gonna cum? Hm? Gonna cum with me baby yeah?”

“Yes fu-ck, please need to cum, been such a good boy f’you need to cum so bad please Y/N please” he begged not knowing how long he’ll be able to hold off for.

“That’s right baby, been such a good boy f’me, come on, cum with me fuckk”

In a matter of seconds, both of them were riding out their highs. George’s thick cum squirted into the fleshlight and Y/N soaked the dildo and chair with her own release. Y/N took out the dildo and George released his dick from the fleshlight, both trying their hardest to catch their breaths.

WIth shaky legs, Y/N got up and made her way over to George, where she kissed him deeply and with so much passion they both almost fell backwards onto the bed. She grabbed his hair, holding him at her lips. They finally pulled away for air.

“That was so hot baby, done such a good job f’me, doing as i say and fucking that toy” Y/N cooed pecking his lips once more

“You looked so hot fucking yourself with that dildo as well Y/N wish it was my cock inside you though, but i loved it”

Footsteps thundering towards you quickly swept your focus away from your book. You were expecting to see a first-year running about, because that's what the younger ones usually did. But to your surprise, George was the one sprinting in your direction.

As he got closer, you noticed a look of fear in his eyes, but that was only fueling his stock of adrenaline that was coursing through him.

"Y/N! There you are!" he cried out happily as if you were his saviour.

He skidded to a stop in front of you and slammed your heavy book closed, almost trapping your fingers between the pages by accident.

"George, what's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" you ask, frowning at him as he looked between you and the hallway of which he came from.

"No time to explain! Just run!" he laughed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and grabbing your upper arm.

You shoot him a look of confusion, only partially processing what he'd just asked of you, "Wh-"

You didn't have time to get out a single word, because George yanked your arm so hard that all your breath was pulled from your lungs.

He ended up hauling you behind him until you gathered enough energy to start running too, still clueless as to what was going on.

"Where's Fred?" you ask breathlessly, letting George lead you through the school. You weren't keeping track of where you were going, you just blindly let the boy guide you.

He doesn't let go of your arm once, only changing his grip from your upper arm to your hand, quickly lacing his fingers between yours.

"We split up a few corridors ago, Snape got Filch to chase us down, but then Filch decided to come after me." he said between breaths.

"Another prank?" you ask, already knowing the answer before he gave it to you.

"Of course." George replied, turning to smirk at you cockily, proud of his work, "What else would I be spending all of my precious time on?"

You scoff at him when he looks away, "Maybe you should spend more of that 'precious time' planning out better ways to escape from Filch."

"He's way too slow, he'll never catch up." he says reassuringly. But he couldn't have been more wrong.

You scoff at his words, though you trust his judgement. He had more experience of running away from teachers after all.

Filch's voice boomed from the end of the corridor behind you, but you couldn't make out what he said. You quickly spared a glance over your shoulder, and to your surprise the caretaker was rather hot on your heels.

"George, you're wrong! He's still getting closer!" you yell urgently, starting to feel even more panic start bubbling up inside of you.

The boy took a glance back, "Bloody hell, you're right."

You quickly scan the area ahead of you, and to your luck, you're already running towards an area that you recognise.

"This way!" you yell, tugging George into a sudden left turn.

He yelped in shock, but still followed you without a second thought. Filch's footsteps still echoed down the corridor behind you, but it sounded like he was starting to fall behind.

"D'you trust me?" you frantically ask the boy, who was now matching your pace beside you.

"Huh? Yeah, of course."

You flash him a grin, "Good."

Without warning, you tug him to the side, opening a nearby door and pull George in with you. You quickly pulled the broom cupboard's door closed behind you and started listening out for Filch.

"Well this was pretty convenient." the redhead murmured, panting slightly as he glanced around the cramped space.

He then pressed his ear against the closed door just like you did. His face was only a small distance from yours and yet he still refused to break eye contact. The intensity of his gaze made listening out for any passers-by very difficult for you.

"Thank Merlin there's nobody in here. Last time I interrupted a couple of fourth-years practically eating eachothers faces off." you say, shuddering at the thought, "It was absolutely traumatising. I never needed to see that."

"Oh? So that's why you dragged me in here, eh?" George smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Heat quickly rose to your face, making you feel glad that you were in the dark so he couldn't see your flustered expression.

"You wish, Weasley." you retort coolly, pretending to be unbothered by his flirtatious comment.

"And what if I do, hm?" George hummed, a grin starting to etch it's way across his features.

"Oh?" you reply, raising an eyebrow in an attempt of flirting back, "I wouldn't blame you."

"Well it seems like you already have quite the line-up of men pining after you." he drawled, acting as if he was physically repulsed by the mention of these boys.

"Do I really?"

"Yeah, I can't help but notice it. Oh, and Fred has too." George shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "We're not blind y'know."

"Are you calling me stupid now?" you taunt.

"Nope. Only..." he dragged the words out, pausing when he couldn't find the right thing to say, "Oblivious."

"Oblivious? Really?" you say exasperatedly, "Not any of my other amazing features?"

"Like what?" George smirks teasingly, trying to get a reaction from you.

It worked because you quickly reached over to punch him in the shoulder, causing him to groan out in an over-exaggerated display of pain.

"Oh! Oh you wound me!" he cried, clutching his arm, "My dear Y/n, why would you ever do this to my poor soul?"

Your laughter died in your throat before it could pass through your lips, something outside had caught your attention and sent a spear of fear jolting through your stomach.

A loud meow resounded through a nearby hallway. A meow that you knew all too well. It could only be Mrs Norris, which meant that Filch was guaranteed to be nearby.

Mere seconds later, you found yourself to be correct when you heard a set of footsteps following the sound of the cat. The shuffled limp and his croaky voice confirmed that it was the caretaker, meaning danger was near.

You tried hushing the boy with a panicked gasp, "Geor-"

"Don't interrupt me when I'm in pain!" he drowned you out with his wails, getting louder by the second.

Panic rose in your stomach and you knew you needed to get the boy to fall silent as soon as possible to avoid getting caught.

"No, George shut up!" you hiss, the unfamiliar sharp edge to your voice causing the boy to grunt in concern.

"Huh?"

"Put a sock in it. Now." you say through gritted teeth. As a last resort, you pressed a hand over his mouth, causing his eyes to widen within an instant.

He didn't move away from your touch, it seemed like he had finally gotten your message and remembered the danger of getting found.

"It's him." you mouth to George, who was watching you like a hawk. Your stomach fluttered when his eyes dipped down to your lips so he could understand your silent words.

He nodded in response, breathing heavily against the hand that was still covering his mouth. George's eyes never left you, even when you diverted your gaze to the crack in the door in an attempt get a look outside of the closet.

From your position, all you could see was an empty hallway, and the sounds were fading away into the distance. All you could hear was the hammering of your own heart and the mumbles of the nearby paintings hung in the corridor.

A heavy sigh left your parted lips. You leaned against the wall, practically deflating with relief. The action pit space between you and George, meaning that both of your hands had fallen back to your sides.

"Bloody hell." he groaned out quietly. When his breath hit your face, you realised how close he was.

He must've moved closer without you realising it. Even when you had previously stepped backwards to lean against the wall, he had stepped forward to keep his proximity to you.

"So Filch is gone, he's probably going to search for Fred now." you think aloud, not too worried for the older twin because he had a lot longer time to get away.

George nodded in acknowledgement, "We should stay here for a little longer."

You give him a questioning look. In all honesty, you wanted to get out of this cramped closet and calm down your rapidly thumping heart.

"Y'know, just to be safe." he insisted, though this time he sounded a little sheepish.

"Everyone's probably wondering where we are." you murmur.

"Then let them wonder." George shrugged, taking another step towards you.

The small distance that he just crossed felt ten times larger than it was. He felt large and imposing, towering over you now that there was near to no space between you.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't think of something to say. If you were reading into his words wrong, it could ruin everything between you, but you so wanted to confess what had been on your mind recently.

"Is there even a reason for us to stay?" you finally find the words to ask him. It was a simple enough question, one that you hoped would let you out of the enclosed space and away from your swirling pit of feelings.

"I..." he exhales heavily, "I want to spend a little more time with you right now."

His looked away from you for a brief moment, but when he turned his head back, his eyes were full of an emotion that you couldn't decipher.

With furrowed brows, he swallowed harshly, like he was forcing his own feelings back down inside of him.

You'd never seen him look so vulnerable before, it was a strange sight to behold.

"Wait... So you weren't kidding?" you say, fumbling with your words ever so slightly as if your tongue had just turned to lead.

The two of you knew what you were referencing: his previous joke about kissing you.

You didn't want to repeat the words in case you had assumed wrong, but you knew he'd understand what you meant nonetheless.

"Why would I be?" George asked.

The softness in his voice reassured you somewhat, but his cluelessness made you want to explode. For a someone who was teasing you for being oblivious only a little while ago, he was rather oblivious himself.

"I don't know, maybe because you're always joking around?" you scoff, turning your head away from him.

George laughed at your change in attitude, but it wasn't one of his usual joyful ones. This laugh was humourless and ever so slightly bitter.

He hesitantly reached out and cupped your jaw with his right hand, gently turning your face towards him.

His warmth was comforting, yet overwhelming in a positive way. He filled every one of your senses by doing hardly anything, effortlessly taking over your mind with the slightest action.

"Hey, I can be serious sometimes y'know." he says.

Your lips press into a thin line, but you can't rip your eyes away from his like you usually would, "And is this one of those times?"

"Of course it bloody is, you silly girl!" he exclaimed.

Another step towards you was taken, and yet again it caused your head to spin. Nothing outside of the broom closet mattered anymore, all you needed was him.

"So if I asked you if you wanted to kiss me right now, you'd give a serious answer?" you say, feeling the need to whisper now that he was so close.

"I absolutely would." he smiled, matching your volume in a way that made your heart melt a little.

"So would you?" you finally ask, knowing that these words would change the relationship between you two forever, "Kiss me, I mean."

"Actions are said to speak louder than words, right?" he shrugged, a small smirk flickering over his face for a split-second.

You nod, not trusting your voice when your mouth starts to feel oddly dry with anticipation.

George's eyes dipped down to your lips before closing as he leaned down to close the tiny gap between you. His hand still resided on your jaw, grounding you.

You pressed your lips to his, tired of waiting for him to kiss you. His reaction was instant, kissing you back immediately with an overwhelming amount of passion.

His left hand looped around your waist and rested nearby the opposite hip, pulling you in even closer towards him. Your arms wound up around his shoulders, one eventually burying itself in his silky hair.

When his tongue pressed itself into your mouth, you knew you were done for. The searing kiss nearly knocked you off your feet, all that was keeping you up was the wall behind you and his sturdy, muscled arms.

But alas, all good things had to come to an end. Light flooded the small space, causing your lips to be parted from George's, much to your disappointment.

You were grateful for the opportunity to suck in some much-needed air, but you still focused a glare in the direction of the opened doors.

"Oh my Merlin, stop eating the poor girl's face George!" Fred yelped, clutching the Marauders' Map to his chest.

"Fred?! What are you doing here?" you gasp.

The eldest twin stared at you and his brother with wide eyes that flickered between the pair of you, taking in what he had just witnessed.

"I guess we're the ones getting interrupted this time." George murmured, dipping his head down to speak close to your ear.

Even though the action made your stomach erupt into another wave of butterflies, you hit the boy in the chest to try and get him off of you. Stubbornly, George stayed right where he was and only chuckled at your attempt to remove him from your body

"I came to tell you that the coast was clear, but clearly you got a little distracted whilst hiding out." Fred laughed, then tapped his wand to the map and shoved it into his pocket.

"'Distracted' doesn't describe half of it." the other twin smirked.

"George!" you scowl, hitting him again in the same place as before.

"What?" he laughed childishly, "C'mon, I had to say it. It was funny."

"Funny my arse." you scoff.

George looked you up and down quickly, running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, "Well, your ars-"

"Not another word, Weasley."

thank you for reading <3

“Alli, baby, let daddy sleep. He is tired and has work tomorrow.” you explained, lifting her up onto your lap. “But you didn’t read me a story yet!” she whined, looking up at you with her puppy-dog eyes. “Okay, okay, which one do you want me to read?” you asked, flipping the page open to the index. “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!”

“Again? Honey we read that yesterday, and the day before!”

“Pleaseeeee!”

“Snow White and the Seven dwarfs it is.” you said, and started reading.

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“And they lived, happily ever after.” you sighed, closing the book. “Another one!” the little girl asked, still somehow wide awake. “Tomorrow night, Allison.”

“Mommy please!” she pleaded. “Go to bed, Alli. Look at your dad. He fell asleep at the very beginning. Always works.” you sighed lovingly at the sleeping figure of your husband. “Now go, I’ll read you two stories tomorrow. Promise.”

“Okay!” Allison said, as she scurried back into her room. You chuckled and got into bed, next to George. “She’s gone then?” he asked, sleepily. “Yeah. Tough day at work today?” you asked, “Ugh. Don’t ask. Customers can be so picky sometimes. I just wanted to kick that couple out of the shop.” You laughed, stroking his hair while he looked at you lovingly.

“What?” you asked.

“Guess I got lucky with you, huh?” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Darn right.” you replied, causing giggles to erupt from the both of you. “I love you.” he said, kissing you gently. “Mhm, I love you; and Alli does too which is why you’ll be reading Alli to bed tomorrow.” you smirked.

“I take it back. I take it all back.” he said, in mock-sadness, holding a hand to his chest. “Careful Mr. Weasley. Your luck might just be running out; Sweet dreams.” you said, pecking him on the lips and resting your head on his chest; the word ‘victory’ written all over your face.

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when george first tried to prank you, it was nothing personal

okay, he had to admit it was slightly personal seeing as you were a slytherin and he was a gryffindor and house rivalries made it a touch less unbiased

and if anyone wearing a red and gold tie had walked in the direction of the trap, he would have warned them without drawing attention to it

but he saw the green and silver and smiled to himself as he waited for you to step on the courtyard stone that would active the fake bugs that would drop on you

as your toe pressed on it, you felt the way it moved under your foot, even while your attention was taken up by the book in your hands

before george could cheer in joy that you’d fallen for it, you’d lifted your wand to perform an umbrella charm to protect yourself from the onslaught of false bugs

you kept reading with a barely changed expression until the last of the bugs bounced off your umbrella and fell to the ground

then you closed your book and looked around the courtyard until you saw george and met eyes with him

you stopped your umbrella charm with a bored look before carefully stepping over the bugs and carrying on with your walking

he was shocked

mostly at the complete apathy on your face

it was almost like a challenge

like you were saying, “really? do better, weasley.”

the next time he tried to prank you involved a trigger only he could touch

he figured that was his mistake; you felt the stone under your foot

so, he held the button to the setup that would trigger the door of a disused broom closet filled to the brim with honey-filled water-balloons to open and come spilling out to cover you in sticky honey

as you walked down the corridor, he waited for the perfect moment before pressing the button

except when those balloons tumbled out of the room and the honey poured all over you, it flowed down over you and you stood in the pile of honey with nary a drop stuck to you

“well, nice to know the water-proofing charm i casted on myself and my clothes in case of weasley pranks works,” you said aloud to the open air because you knew damn well he was probably listening

“(l/n)!” he called as he came out of hiding, waiting until you turned back around with that damn bored expression. “i will get you one of these days.”

“you’ll certainly try.”

george rolled his eyes at you before he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall behind him

“oh, and weasley?” you drawled. “i wouldn’t lean there if i were--- oh, too late.”

he was drenched in a disgusting shade of bright green goo that clung to his clothes

meanwhile you were spotless, your waterproofing charm still preventing your pristine uniform from being stained

for once, you smiled instead of looking bored, and it made his face heat up in rage

“you look surprisingly good in green. next time, i think i’ll work on my poultry charm. i’ve never seen a ginger chicken before. i think it would be fun.”

so, the game was on

he spent the next few weeks furiously trying to get you to fall for a prank but you somehow managed to sidestep every one and work in a few tricks of your own

you even laughed as you managed to make him stumble into a pile of fine purple glitter that he spent forever trying to get out of his hair

while your laugh sounded light and pretty, he would have preferred to be the one laughing

eventually, though, your pranks back at him got less sticky and messy, and your own responses to his failures had never been malicious, surprisingly

and he found himself becoming decreasingly infuriated at you side-stepping his pranks

it became less of an angry challenge and more of a game

after he somehow missed something as simple as tricking you into opening a fake copy of a book you needed for class that would erupt into whizbangers (you’d managed to get a different, authentic copy and a hapless ravenclaw had been stuck with the one intended for you), george had ended up with four-leaf clovers being sprinkled all over him

“maybe this will help your luck improve,” you giggled, plucking a clover from the air

“oh, luck like this?”

before you knew it, a rope had seemingly latched around your ankle and yanked your foot out from under you

basic, of course, but it got the job done

after you’d fallen on your ass, he waited for your reaction

and you just... laughed, as delighted as you’d been when you’d managed to get him

“okay, weasley, fair game,” you said in between laughs, your eyes sparkling. you were still laughing as he held out a hand to help you up. “can’t believe you made me fall for you twice.”

your laughter slowed to stop then as george processed that flirt, looking over you

you thought he was going to laugh in your face and reject you - after all, he’d just spent the better part of a month attempting to get revenge

“when was the first time?”

a half smile rose to your lips

“remember that time you made marcus flint eat toast that made his nose grow longer for cheating in a slytherin-gryffindor game? your smile that day was so spectacular.” 

george swallowed thickly at the joyful glint in your eyes

“well, if you like my smile, i’m sure i’ll grin a lot if you’d accompany me to hogsmeade this weekend?”

you raised your eyebrows, momentarily wondering if this was a joke before realizing he was being completely serious. “i’d love to.”