draco dormiens nunquam titillandus

Last weekend he called me and told me that him and our friends Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Adrian Pucey and Draco Malfoy were going to take a road trip and then camping on Brighton Beach. Although me and Draco aren’t the greatest of friends I still agreed to tagging along.

I thought it'd be fun and a great way to catch up with them.

I lugged my suitcase down the hallway in my house in Leeds (actually, it’s my parents house. I still live at home because I wanted to take a year off after I graduated Hogwarts) when I ran into Blaise.  “Need any help with that?“ he asked smiling.  “Yes Please?“ I said batting my eyelashes, he just chuckled and hauled it off to the van.

I made my way into the kitchen to grab myself a bottle off pumpkin juice, Pansy was in there and we started talking and just being girls, when Draco walked in, his grey eyes looking me up and down. I just rolled my eyes, being used to him doing that every time we saw each other, ever since he walked in on me changing once after Quidditch Practice.

He just made me so nervous, I didn't like it.

“Stop being such a creep Malfoy!“ scolded Mattheo as he walked in. “Thanks for letting us use your van Y/N. Muggle stuff comes to be quite handy!“ he said coming over for a hug.  “I'm glad I could help!“ I said returning him a smile.

Draco had made his way to the bathroom, I didn't dare to follow him with my eyes.

“Theo says we're ready to go.“ announced Adrian walking into my house. We all started making our way outside.  “So, are you and Theo finally gonna get together?“ I asked Pansy as we walked outside, she just nudged me and her cheeks flamed red. I just smiled at her reaction; something was definitely going to happen on this trip.

“Oh, I forgot my wand and to set the alarm." I mumbled, “I'll be right back.“ I said and made my way back into the house. I ran over to my room and quickly grabbed my wand, I was waiting for Draco by the alarm. He was taking too long. Out of no where I felt two large hand grab around my boobs and I jumped at least 3 feet off the ground; Draco just chuckled.  “Ughhh, you twat!“ I scoffed, smacking his arm, then turning back to enter the alarm code.

"I've been wanting to do that since I walked in on you." he whispered seductively, sending crazy chills down my spine. After that we walked outside and I locked the door, hoping I would score a seat by Adrian, since we get on pretty well.

“Oh before you all get in I want to remind you that you can’t use magic here. Got it?“ I quickly reminded them before I quickly sat at the very back. Pucey got in after me and smiled at me.

I was hoping he would come and take up the only seat left before Draco did, but it was too late.

Mattheo and Blaise sat in the middle row and Adrian glued his arse to the seat beside Blaise.

"Looks like I'll be keeping you company." said Draco sending me a wink before taking a seat beside me.

I suddenly wished that Theo had put the cooler in the middle instead of the side; Draco squeezed by it and sat in the middle seat flashing me a grin, I just gave him a half smile and looked out the window.

°°°

We had been on the road for almost an hour, everyone was talking and having a good time, me? My headphones were plugged in avoiding everything that had to do with Draco.

I thought back to when he freaked me out at home... I didn't feel uncomfortable... I felt confused when it came to Draco...sometimes I wanted to smack him upside the head and other times I wanted to snog him all day, that's why I avoided him, he made me crazy.

Soon enough Blaise and Adrian had dozed off, I looked over at Draco who was on his phone; (who thought Draco would use a Muggle Object one day)

I felt a chill and nudged him lightly, capturing his attention.  "I'm cold, can you hand me a blanket from back there." I motioned to the trunk with my eyes, he just smiled and reached over and grabbed a blanket. "Thanks." I said as he extended it and draped it over me.

"So... why do you hate me?" Draco asked in a hushed tone.  "I don't Draco, you just... make me go mad." I said rolling my eyes dramatically.  "Is that in a good or bad way?" he asked closer to my ear.  "I don't know yet." I said returning his banter.

"You know, you're really pretty Y/N..." Draco’s words caught me off guard and made my face instantly heated up, and I smiled. "Why are you blushing?" he teased and then pulled away from my ear with the biggest grin on his face.

"Hey Nott, mind turning on some music?" Draco asked, Theo responded by turning up the volume.

"…And you might have to tell me again …It’s crazy what you`ll do for a friends...Go ahead and cry little girl …Nobody does it like you do …I know that you got daddy issues.....’’

“What in the muggle world is this?“ bumbled Draco beside me.

"What was this van used for last?" asked Theo, trying to find me in his rear view mirror. I blushed and was hiding.  "I just like The Neighbourhood!..." I defended as he gave me a smirk.

"Sure." he mumbled before getting back to chatting with Pansy.

"That was a really sexy song." whispered Draco in my ear sending shivers throughout my whole body.

I felt his hand land on my thigh and give it a squeeze.

I was growing wetter by the second, but it was Draco sitting beside me, the person who made me absolutely mental.

"Draco, stop." I said quietly. (No don’t stop Draco)  "You know you don't want me to." he whispered into my ear lightly biting my earlobe. I squirmed in my seat but decided not to let him win.

"Please, stop." I said shakily.  "That's not convincing me." he said running his hand dangerously close to my heat,

"We both know you liked it when I squeezed your titts, and when I walked in on you after Quidditch that one time...I know you got wet when you saw me get hard instantly...I saw you looking." he said quietly.

I let out a sigh, he was right, I was looking. Not by accident either, I looked because I knew what I did to him.

"You know what you do to me... naughty girl." he said as if he was reading my mind.

His finger was now running over my covered heat. The thing is that we both secretly wanted each other, we just didn't want to give Theo the satisfaction of being right about it.

Suddenly Draco’s hand left me, I looked up at him confused, and widened my eyes like asking, 'What happened?'; he looked at me and smirked that sexy grin of his.

I was extremely wet, extremely horny, and this little wanker was sitting here smirking at me.

He leaned in, close to my ear once again and whispered. "Beg for it."  I huffed and crossed my arms looking out the window, was he really playing this game now?

"You know you want it bad." he said seductively, and he was right. I leaned close to his ear and took a deep breath.  "Draco... I'm so wet and so horny for you." I almost moaned. "Please, touch me." I finished, and I saw him tense up a bit; I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants, and smirked.

Almost instantly I felt his hand slide under the blanket and to the top of my sweats. His hand slowly slipped in to my panties, and I smiled knowing he'd love what he'd feel.

His finger glided over my slit, I was so wet that his finger involuntarily slipped in. He shot me a glance and bit his lip as he began circling my clit. It was so hard not to moan, I wanted to kiss him and run my hand through his almost white hair and just do so much to him.

I felt my breathing getting heavier, and all of a sudden I saw Adrian sit up, he was awake and he looked back at us.

"How long was I out?" he asked.  "I don't know, haven't been paying attention." said Draco nonchalantly and Adrian turned back around; thankfully he was half asleep and didn't notice.

Adrian started talking to Mattheo and they got distracted and all focus went to the front of the car as Theo started telling some story.

Meanwhile Draco was rubbing my clit hard and I gasped when he slightly pinched it. His eyes met mine and I swear I almost came, he gave me his famous smirk, did that sexy tongue thing and slid a finger into my dripping core.

"I wish I was using my tongue instead of my fingers." groaned Draco into my ear. I was losing it, we argued all the time yet here he was saying that he wanted his face between my thighs.

Fuck, I know it would feel amazing. He continued pumping his finger in and out of me.  "More." I moaned quietly, and he obliged adding another finger. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he searched for my g-spot. "I swear if we weren't in a car I'd be screaming your name, Draco." I groaned out of frustration.

All of a sudden we hit a big bump in the road and Draco’s fingers slammed inside of me hitting the perfect spot.

"Oh, Merlin!" I moaned as his fingers plunged inside of me, he stilled his hand and everyone turned to look at me, did it really sound like a moan? I thought to myself.

"Uhmmm..." Blaise said, I hadn't noticed he woke up.

"Sorry, you can really feel it back here." I said awkwardly.

"Are you sure that's what it was?" asked Draco with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, it's not like I'm getting myself off here!" I shouted and everyone started laughing and agreed,

"At least I wouldn't next to Malfoy." I finished making them laugh even more, and everyone went back to their conversations.

Then Draco started hitting that same spot he had just hit, and I was lowly moaning in his ear letting him know that he was doing a fantastic job.

"Rub your clit." he whispered to me and I looked at him like he was crazy, and shook my head. "Come on darling, it'll feel a lot better, and you'll cum faster." Draco encouraged. I felt myself flush that he just called me darling, but he probably calls a lot of girls that.

For some reason I wanted him to be pleased with me and so I snaked my hand into my sweats and started rubbing my clit.  I let out a quiet moan and Draco reminded me to shush, but no one seemed to hear. All of a sudden Draco picked up the pace, the music was still playing loudly and I felt myself getting close, I felt like I was about to burst, my stomach was being tied in knots.

"Draco, I'm gonna cum." I whispered.  "Fuck...Cum for me darling." he moaned into my ear.

He did it again, he called me darling! Why was this going to my head?

I was about to have the best orgasm of my entire life and all I could think about was Draco calling me ‘darling’.

I rubbed myself faster and I felt my release taking over.  "Oh, merlin Draco ..." I moaned into his ear, he kept pumping in and out of me as I came down from my climax.

I was shivering, and I just wanted to curl up beside Draco but I felt like I shouldn't. I saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth and suck them clean, turning me on again.

"You taste amazing." he said quietly and I just blushed and looked out the window; all of a sudden the music was turned down to a more reasonable volume.

"Okay, that is the last time I am ever letting you two ride back there together alone!" shouted Theo. I look at him through the mirror and blush.

"Yeah, you guys didn't think I saw that huh? You couldn't at least wait until we were on solid ground?" he rolled his eyes and everyone looked over at us and I turned to the window and blushed, as everyone made some more remarks.

"Come here." Draco said and I looked at him somewhat surprised, he signaled me to scoot closer with his messy hair and so I did.

"Why are you being so...weird?" he asked.

"I just thought that... I don't know that this meant more to me than it meant to you." I confessed, for the first time voluntarily leaving myself vulnerable to Draco,

I honestly thought he just wanted some entertainment.  "Are you kidding? I've been wanting to do that since I hit fucking puberty." he said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"You know... I really like you Y/N...I know we fight a lot and all that stuff but I would really like to be with you, I mean seriously. We've known each other for a while now and every time I see you it only gets worse." he confesses.

Did THE Draco Lucius Malfoy just asked me to be his girlfriend?

"So you want me to be your girlfriend?" I say a bit shocked.

"I do Y/N." he said looking into my eyes longingly.

“But my Mom is a muggle, what would your parents-“ I began but he interrupted me

“I don’ care. I am sick off pretending that half-bloods and Mud- I mean muggle borns are worth less. They have to accept that I love you or else they have to disinherit me.“

"Wow. Okay." I smiled widely and he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't rough or desperate; it was sweet and passionate.

When we pulled away everyone's attention was on us, and I just blushed.

"Just to let you all know, I called this a long time ago..." said Theo “But never ever thought I that Malfoy would turn against his family for a girl“.  "

“Draco my shirt-” you complained but he quickly cut you off,

“don’t worry love, i’ll buy you a new one.”

he began unclasping your bra impatiently dipping his head down to your breast gifting them with hickeys.

he swiftly flipped you both over so that he was now on top of you.

as he hovered over you, you looked into his eyes clouded with lust feeling his hard up against your thigh.

you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss as his hands roamed your body.

panting out of breath you said “Draco someone might walk in-” he shut you up with a harsh kiss, pulling back he responded with,

“i don’t fucking care, slut, i want you right now and i’ll have you right here.” you whimpered and nodded your head submission.

“good girl, now are you gonna let me take you out right here where anyone can walk in.” he whispered darkly in your ear, chills went down your spine when his lips met your sweet spot behind your ear.

“yes!” you responded back.

“such a fucking eager slut for me, letting me have you where anyone can walk in. You like that hmm, knowing anyone can walk in?” he mocked embarrassing you, yet you couldn’t help feeling yourself grow wet in arousal.

“answer me,” he spat out

“mhm, yes draco.” you moaned out as your hips bucked up against his dick.

he took his trousers off, while he supported his body on his knees in front of you, and lubed his dick with his spit.

he leaned forward hovering over you again and slowly slid his cock into your slick cunt.

“so fucking tight.” he grunted out feeling your walls surround his cock. you moaned in response wrapping your hands around his neck again supporting yourself as he fucked you senseless.

his dick brushed up your g spot causing your back to arch and bring your body closer to him.

you were about to moan out but he suppressed it pressing his hand on your mouth.

he used one hand to grip onto your hip as his other covered your mouth. both of your quiet moans and whimpers bounced off the walls of the Slytherin common room.

“fuck draco ’m close” you whimpered quietly.

“shit- me too” he panted out placing both hands on your hips and quickening his pace.

both of you were so distracted with your own pleasure the both of you hadn’t noticed someone walk in, blaise zabini.

“bloody hell!” blaise yelled out at the sight of you two.

“why do i always have to walk in when you two shag and hey! I was sitting right there earlier!” he yelled out again, still mortified at the sight and closing his eyes.

“get the fuck out blaise!” draco grunted out still thrusting into you as you quietly whimpered hiding yourself under his chest to cover your now red face.

blaise quickly retreated running up to the boys dormitory.

“ ’m gonna cum” you moaned against his chest as his thrust became sloppier as a sign that he was also gonna cum.

“cum for me, fucking slut.” he said as he threw his head back.

you both came as he slowed his thrust calming down from the release.

“that was fun.” you said gasping for air still underneath him. he removed himself to lay next to you.

“oh yeah?” he smirked at you.

you whimpered in response, feeling his thumb circle your clit.

“of course you do,” he scoffed, as his digits slid up into your cunt. you let out an audible moan, making your friends and other people at their tables whip their heads around at you. your cheeks flushed at their stares, knowing that draco was fingering you under your dress.

but that turned you on even more, your cunt became so fucking wet. you were needy and slightly rocked your hips against his digits, your walls clenched around them.

whimpers fell from your lips, as you tried to hold the moans that could rip from your mouth at any given moment.

pansy looked at you with a worrisome expression and asked, “y/n, are you okay? i noticed you’re acting a bit strange-”

you sputtered out a, “y-yes, im great!” interrupting her.

she nodded her head dismissing you.

but your friends don’t suspect a thing.

you felt your peak arriving and whined quietly, “i need to cum, please” he looked at you with a torturous smirk and pull his fingers out of you, your eyes widen feeling them no longer in your cunt.

“you wanna cum?” he teased, whispering into your ear and dipping his fingers that were previously in your tight pussy in his mouth.

your cunt ached at the sight.

“yes please,” you whispered with your head against his chest.

“aww, they’re so cute together.” daphne cooed from across the table as blaise threw an arm around her.

your friends thought you two were just being lovie dovie, but only if they knew.

-

he dragged you into the restroom telling your friends you needed help.

he forced your front onto the sink counter, his front pressing onto your back immediately.

you felt his hard againt your core.

he rocked his front against your ass and it felt so good to you. you were so needy, that the smallest amount of friction could make you moan. your eyes shut close as small whimpers escaped from your mouth.

“you like that, don’t you? stupid whore.” he snarled, grabbing your waist at a fucking bruising strength and grip.

“like knowing everyone can catch us at anytime- knowing our friends could catch us.”

you lazily nodded at his remarks, he got annoyed and forced your head up.

your gaze met his.

he compelled your mouth open and automatically spit in it.

you swallowed, like the good girl you are.

“such a pretty mess and all f'me.” he smirked, lifting your dress up and made a flap laying it on your back. his hands then explored their way into your cunt and immediately striked into it.

a cry fell from your lips.

his digits repeatedly thrusting into your aching cunt, whines emitting from your throat, dirty words spoken from him, and the tugs on your hair, all contributed to your peak.

“I’m gonna cum!” you shrieked, muffling it against your hand.

and in an instant he pulled out his fingers, a whine of complaint found their way out of your lips.

and you immediately regretted it.

he tugged on your hair with so much force, to the point where your head came up too.

he then whispered, “if you wanna cum so bad, fucking wait bitch. it’ll be worth it.”

and your whining immediately vanished.

you knew he kept up with what he said and that he never failed to satisfy your needs.

he took the flap of your dress laid on your back, back down onto your ass and smoothed it on.

you looked like a pathetic whore, with your mascara smeared at the bottom of your eyes.

you told him to let you freshen up for a moment, but he denied your request.

“no, i like it when you look like this; a mess f'me.”

he grabbed your hand and walked the both of you out of the bathroom and back to your seats, as if he didn’t just edge you.

your friends questioned why you both disappeared for a long time and draco told them that he had to fix a problem.

they dismissed the fact that you both were gone for so long, because he was so persuasive, they had to believe what he said.

his hands found their way back onto your warm thighs and latched onto them. his nails and cold rings digging into your skin again. you looked down as heat rushed through your cheeks.

he teased you the whole night in front of everyone.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it was so repetitive. with a sigh you placed your head onto draco’s shoulder. he took a deep breath in feeling you so close to him. you put your hand in his, they enveloped yours, his hands were huge compared to yours.

“you tired, pretty thing?” he cooed down at you.

“no, just fucking bored.”

“watch your language, do i need to teach you manners again?”

“fuck off.”

“i’d rather fuck you, darling.” he replied with a coy smirk displayed on his pink lips.

you lifted your head off of him, placed your elbow onto the hard wooden table and then rested your head on your hand. completely ignoring him.

even with you not acknowledging his existence, he admired you from the side, his eyes scanning from your hair, face, neck,,, chest,,, thighs. a tent began to build up in his pants and it was all from just looking at you. the power you held over the boy was inevitable. every little thing you did drew himself in even more and more. they said that he’s shallow, but he was only falling deeper. deeper for you, in love and in you.

noticing his lingering stares you snapped your head to him, “what is it draco? is there something on my face?”

“no, but i’m sure you would love something on your face.”

“what do you mean?” you said dumbfounded, what was this boy talking about?

oh you would realize later.

draco had— has been craving for you all fucking day. seeing you walk around school in that short ass skirt, your tits being revealed from the two unbuttoned buttons on your shirt. your black, red and orange gryffindor tie loosely wrapped around your neck. oh, how it wrapped around your pretty throat, he wanted to see what else could wrap around it. perhaps his hand?

“you know what i mean, slut.” his dark whisper lewd from his lips, transferring to your ear. chills went down your spine, you pinched your lips together, biting down onto your bottom lip. you squeezed your eyes shut, you squeezed everything shut. peeling your eyes open, a smirk laced your lips.

“oh yeah? do i though, sir?” you pouted, hands trailing lower and lower to his trousers. each breath he took only showed you how vulnerable he was.

he wanted to bury his cock inside you, make you scream and cry, all until you couldn’t take it anymore, his hot cum filled up in your pretty cunt.

tilting your head to the side, you decided to play the innocent card but your actions told different. your hand unzipped his fly, you slipped your finger into his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he was. his hip instantly jerked up feeling you wrap your warm hands around it. “so needy, little bitch.” you said shamelessly.

“shut the fuck up, i’ll have you on your knees for me right now.” he groaned, eyes punched shut.

“then why aren’t i on my knees right now? too much of a pussy aren’t you?”

that was it.

he instantly removed your hand away from his cock and shoved you down onto your knees. they dug into the cold floor, you hissed in pain.

“a fucking gryffindor, you. saying shit that you don’t even mean, with all that damn pride. what are you gonna do, huh?”

your eyes immediately shot to his, hands trailing around his crotch, teasing him.

he asked for this.

taking his cock into your hand again, you toyed around, licking the tip. then you took him whole. his tip brushed the back of your throat, his head fell back with a groan from him and he tried so hard to hide it. you pulled away, he didn’t deserve your mouth. he would take your hand and be fucking grateful, if he wasnt, you don’t want to know.

he’s draco malfoy for god’s sake the most spoiled bitch to live, of course he wanted more than your hand. but this is all he was getting for now.

your hand worked fast, pumping him, he bit his lip trying to cover up his moans. your other hand played with his balls, massaging them, bringing him closer to his high.

the entire class couldn’t care any less about what you two were doing, and as for professor snape he was too busy giving out instructions for the next potion you guys are going to do in class. or so you thought.

“ms. y/l/n! mr. malfoy! what are you two doing over there?” he boomed, his monotone bouncing off the walls. draco and your blood ran cold for a moment, out of fear, but you couldn’t stop. this was exhilarating.

“i- we- i dropped my quil!” draco stuttered, struggling to get words out as his cum decorated his pants.

wanting him to struggle even more, you took his cock in your mouth. humming against him, causing a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

you couldn’t get any out because you had a mouth full of his cock.

innocent card.

pulling away from the blondes private, you sweetly said, “nothing, professor. just helping mr. malfoy out.” and smiled getting back into your seat with compelling eyes. your hands immediately crawled back to his crotch, pumping it again.

with a nod, snape swiftly turned away ignoring you two again.

draco looked at you, astonished.

“pick your jaw back up pretty boy, don’t want to catch flies do you?”

he slowly closed his mouth, but his eyes showed it all. he craved for more, he was starving, and only you could provide him with his needs. he picked his jaw back off, a sneer on his lips.

“what’s wrong baby? want more, don’t you?”

“shut the fuck up y/n, lets just do this damn potion.”

“and all along i thought you wanted to do me,” you laughed, his blood boiled. he absolutely wanted to destroy you. He wanted to see that cock drunk look in your eyes as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, like a whore. the more you spoke, the more he wished he could stick his cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.

–

“so what are we making again?” you yawned, draco’s eyes averted to you with an eye roll. he was still so fucking hard, it was painful honestly.

“poly juice potion, idiot.”

“yeah, yeah i knew that already,” you threw him a sarcastic smile over your shoulder.

“and doesn’t that take forever to make?”

“yeah it does, you have to have patience.” he deadpanned.

“oh- well, i’m sorry to break it to you draco, but i don’t think you of all people should be making this. you see, you aren’t exactly the most patient person.”

“why’re you being such a brat today, huh? you want me to fuck y’pretty brain out or what?” he mumbled darkly into your ear, so that only the two of you could hear.

your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, “‘s not me who’s being a brat, you are!”

“looks like i need to teach you manners the dirty way agai— you like that don’t you?”

“you like being treated like a cockslut, a filthy whore.”

“n-no,” a shy whisper left your lips.

“what’s wrong m’love? too flustered to talk back now?”

you stayed silent. but another word was about to find its way out from your mouth that couldn’t seem to shut up no matter what, that was until the bell rang.

quickly you packed up your things and raced out of the room. so quick that you didn’t even notice a certain blonde trailing right behind you.

taking a swift turn into the corner a hand grabbed you forcefully and pulled you into the quidditch cupboard. a scream threatened to leave you, until that familiar scent of green apples and musk invaded your nose.

your back was pressed against his front, his hard evident poking your ass and one of his hands covered your mouth. his other hand swooped down to your cunt, immediately rubbing your clit, then his hands slid into your panties, pushing them to the side. he slid his digits in your cunt. your eyes rolled back at this newfound pleasure spasming in your core. your wetness trickled down your thighs.

“is this what you wanted bitch?” he growled.

“yes, daddy.” your whimper was muffled against his hand.

“b-but, i want y’cock more!”

“and you said i was the impatient one,” he mocked, his tongue rolled against his cheek.

his fingers thrusted in and out of you harshly, your body shook at the force. each assault to your cunt, powered your need to be filled up.

he unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking his length. every time you saw it, you were shocked. even if you have seen it over a million times, you could never get over his size. he placed it at your entrance, then sharply pounded into you. a muffled scream of ecstasy left you. his hips clashed against yours, he tugged your hair with his free hand and continued to ruthlessly fuck you.

your skin clapped together, venomous, filthy and demented moans fell from the both of you.

you were so close, that pitt in your stomach was only burning hotter and hotter.

you just needed him to keep going, you gave him those innocent doe eyes, hoping that would keep him going for your own pleasure. and he wasn’t going to fall for them one bit.

“get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing you.

“what—“ you stumbled, you could barely stand.

“i said get on your fucking knees.”

you dropped to your knees, they hit the cold floor but you obeyed him like a needy slut.

he stroked his cock in front of you, teasing.

you looked at it with hunger, you wanted him so bad. you wanted him to destroy you, corrupt you, anything that meant his skin was on yours.

his cocks tip hit his stomach, you gasped at the collision, heart thumping.

he grabbed the side of your face, stroking it and your hair together, trailing his thumb down to your lips. “gonna take m’cock, pretty thing.” then pushed your head down, making you take his damn dick. you gagged following, but went into action bobbing your head up and down.

he tossed his head back, his blonde head of hair met with the back wall. he stroked your hair while you sucked his cock, and you moved your head repeatedly up and down just to hear him praise and degrade you in pleasure.

“that’s it, doll face suck me dry. like a whore.” he groaned.

his tip jabbed at the back of your throat, tears brimmed your eyes but you had to keep going.

his moans, growls and cursed mumbles filled the small space you both were in.

gripping onto your hair, he face fucked you. his hips moving with such speed, making your mascara smear and drip with your tears. he was so close and one odd thrust of his hips could make him fall.

he departed his cock from you and tapped it on your tongue. “look at you, so cock drunk baby.” he humiliated you, stroking his cock.

but this only aroused you.

“mhm,” you nodded in response, tongue sticking out, ready for his cum.

his hand worked around his length, then white ribbons shot out from it, decorating your face and tongue.

“such a mess, who’s gonna clean this all up?” he pouted.

“me— me, i’ll clean it up sir!” you nodded eagerly. pathetic, he thought.

he placed his index and middle finger on your face, scooping his cum off of it and shoved it into your mouth. you sucked his fingers, taking every last drop.

“I..I don’t get it,” you said as your voice slowly broke. “This has always been an issue we said we could work through together. Now all of the sudden you don’t want to fight for us?” You shot up out of your place in anger, grabbing your robe.

“You’ll always be a Slytherin..just like I’ll forever be a Gryffindor. But you know how much I care about you.”

“Well obviously not as much as you do Gryffindor. Goodbye Harry.” You sped out of the room, emotionless.

You might be a part of the house most people despise, but you have feelings believe it or not. You can still go through pain. Come to think of it, you weren’t sad at all..you were mad; furious even. You needed to do something to get this off your mind. Anything to stop you from flying away from this place.

Lost in your thoughts walking through the boys dormitory, you literally ran into your mortal enemy.

Malfoy.

It’s weird to despise someone in your own house, but you were both at the very top of Slytherin. Having gathered the most points and impeccable skills of wizardry in the house. You were always pinned against each other amongst your peers.

He looked you up and down. “Watch where you’re going, (y/n/n),” he snapped while reaching for his wand.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you-” You grabbed your wand from your back pocket.

“It’s (y/n), oh sweetheart how could I forget? (Y/n/n) just sounds…so much better, doesn’t it?”

You yanked his wand from his hand and reached for his robe, dragging him to the corner of the hallway, pinning him against the cool concrete wall.

“Say it.”

“What?” His eyebrows crinkled as you stared him dead in his glimmering, grey eyes.

“Say my name, correctly.”

He was about to utter words, but not before leaning towards your ear. His hot, steaming breath made the hairs on the back of your neck shoot straight up.

He whispered seductively, “…(y/n/n),” dragging out the (last letter of y/n).

He wrapped his arms around you so tightly your breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, you could feel your hearts beating in sync. You whispered into his ear, “don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

“Oh?” He whispered. “What about poor Potter?” You instantly became enraged. You spun around quickly, beginning to walk away. It was clear to him that his comment flipped your mood. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far away, pinning you against the wall this time.

“I can give you what he can’t,” he said. His arm that was grasping you slowly trailed upwards towards your shoulder.

He snaked his warm, soft finger pads up your neck with a feather like touch, cupping your cheek. His fingers grazed over your bottom lip, begging for the okay.

You questioned what both yours and his intentions were. To him it’s probably just a hookup, to you..I guess you could say it was a rebound. What you did know in that moment was you yearned for his plush, pink lips more than anything.

“Just kiss me already” You whispered.

He wasted no time pulling your jaw towards him, making the margin of both your lips collide. You danced in sync, as if you knew exactly which way the other would glissade. You moaned against the entrance of his mouth, begging for more.

“God (y/n/n), you’re much hotter than I anticipated. You have a way of driving me mad.” He hissed.

He tugged at the hem of your skirt, following the motion by reaching up and caressing your inner thighs. You found your eyes rolling back in to your head.

“Now say my name” he moaned. His one hand rubbing your thigh while the other was at the edge of your underwear.

“Never” you said as you reached for his area, starting to palm him. He jolted from the unexpected touch. You started to lightly caress him over his slacks. You could tell he was distracted by this, because his hands became stiff on your skin.

His fingers dived inside your underwear. When he felt how soaked you were, his eyes locked with yours. He began to move his fingers in circles over your clit. Your head inadvertently leaned back. You bit your lower lip, trying your absolutely hardest not to submit to him.

He began moving faster the more you ignored his plea. You held back as much and long as you could, but it didn’t last long. You surrendered to him, moaning his name.

“D..Dr..DRACO!” He sped up and you could feel the climax reaching its peak.

“That’s right (y/n), finish for me.” He then plunged his fingers inside of you. You were reaching your whits end and let out a high pitched moan as you came.

He crashed his lips onto yours, creating a hot, passionate kiss. He released your locked lips and pulled his hand out from your underwear, dragging your wetness down your thigh.

‘You didn’t seem to have a problem with lying in bed with me last night,’ George muttered as he put his arms around you and pulled you on top of him.

A giggle escaped your mouth when George started to kiss every spot on your face. You tried to free yourself but he was too strong. Sighing you gave up and dropped your head on his chest.

‘I’m gonna miss you,’ you said into his shirt. It smelled like him; vanilla and raspberry together with that slight smell of gunpowder that he always carried along, whether he had just exploded anything or not.

‘It’s only three days!’ George laughed.

You climbed off him and started to get dressed. Taking extra time in your underwear to look for your clothes, you felt George’s burning eyes on your back.

‘Yes, I know,’ you said, pulling your shirt over your head. ‘But how will I fall asleep if I don’t have you near?’

‘Here,’ George mumbled and he threw his shirt at you.

You caught it with a smile and placed the shirt on the top of your already packed suitcase.

‘Now I am not wearing a shirt, will you please come back to bed?’ whined George, patting on the empty space besides him.

You hesitated; Molly had prepared breakfast and you wanted to say goodbye to everyone, but the cute look on your boyfriend’s face made you crawl back under the sheets with him. George immediately wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you close to him. One hand rested on your side while the other slid to the lowest of your back. You started to trace the lines of George’s face with your left index finger.

‘I’m gonna miss you too,’ George whispered in the silence.

‘You want my shirt too?’ you teased.

‘If that means you’ll take it off,’ George grinned, already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

‘You are unbelievable!’ you said and sat up straight.

George whimpered as you left the bed and searched for your shorts. Putting them on you looked at George. He was lying in the bed, watching you. The wind from the window played with his hair and the sun lit up his hazel eyes and his freckles. You loved his freckles. The little, brown starry sky on his blushed cheeks.

‘Stop looking at me like that.’

‘Like what?’ you asked taking your gaze off his eyes.

‘You know what I mean.’

‘I don’t,’ you said softly as you walked closer to George.

He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, both legs on the ground, in nothing but his dark blue boxers. You stood between his legs and looked down at him. Ever since Hermione had told you how George looked at you, you saw it too. Those eyes filled with love and desire. They made you melt. You were so lucky.

You bent over and captured George’s lips in a sweet kiss. It was your kiss goodbye; you wouldn’t see George until you would leave for school. It was only three days, but it already felt like an eternity.

- – -

‘(Y/N), we are so happy you were here,’ Mrs Weasley said as she hugged you.

‘Though things took an unexpected turn…’ Mr Weasley added to his wife.

‘Oh, Arthur, stop it! Have you seen them together? I wish you would treat me like that sometimes!’

You awkwardly looked at George, who grinned at you and shrugged. You already felt like family with the Weasleys. And apparently they felt too because Molly and Arthur had not kept a filter around you. They talked about everything and it didn’t matter that you were in the room or, just like now, in between them.

After hugging Ron, Fred and Harry goodbye, you turned to Ginny and Hermione. Ginny had tears in her eyes, though she tried to pretend not to.

‘Oh, Ginny,’ you said, pulling her into your arms. ‘I will see you in three days!’

‘I know, but you’re leaving now and Hermione’s leaving this afternoon too. Who will I talk to now? Those boys won’t listen to me. That’s for sure.’

‘Don’t worry. Three days will be over soon and then you’ll meet with your friends and don’t have to talk to your brothers until at least Christmas,’ you comforted Ginny.

A smile broke on her face and she cleared her throat. You then turned to Hermione.

‘Thank you for… you know when,’ you whispered in her ear as you hugged her.

‘It’s nothing. I’m glad it all worked out fine,’ she replied.

‘Well,’ you said, turning to your parents. ‘I guess that’s it.’

You stepped to your parents and Ron cleared his throat behind you.

‘Uhh, (Y/N)? Aren’t you forgetting something?’ he asked, looking at George who was standing defeated next to his brother.

‘Oh, right.’

You walked towards George but then, right in front of him turned to his parents.

‘Mr and Mrs Weasley, thank you for a wonderful stay. I really appreciate it,’ you said, unable to leave the smirk of your face.

‘All right that’s it,’ George said and with two steps he was next to you, throwing you over his shoulder.

You laughed but didn’t ask George to put you down. He took you to the back of the house, leaving behind your father rather annoyed.

George put you down in the shadows and pinned you against the wall. His smirk was even bigger than yours and he moaned softly as you bit your lip.

‘I’m not letting you leave without a proper goodbye,’ George said before placing his lips on yours.

His kiss was passionate and sweet. His tongue roamed around in your mouth and his hands were on your hips, pressing you down to the wall. Your hands were in his hair and you felt every inch of his body on yours.

‘Hey lovebirds!’ Fred called, making you and George stop. ‘Your parents are waiting and your father looks mad, (Y/N)! George, you might wanna flight into the house!’

You kissed George on last time and pushed him to the backdoor.

‘I love you,’ you said.

‘I love you too.’

- – -

The three days without George were awful. Your bed was not the same when George wasn’t in it and the meals didn’t taste the same as Mrs Weasley’s food. Though you liked being home with your parents, you missed the busy Weasley-household. There was no one running up and down the stairs in the morning, there were no competitive game nights and the liveliness of the evenings now existed of your father watching either the news or sports.

Luckily you had your mother who you could talk to about anything. She listened and gave the exact right reactions. The first night you were home, you had told her about what had happened. She had taken you in her arms and had explained that there would be more moments in which you would fight or have different opinions.

‘But,’ she had said. ‘If you just talk with each other and listen to the other’s story, you will make it through.’

The rest of the three days you had tried to catch up on sleep, which didn’t work very well now George wasn’t there, and had packed your stuff for Hogwarts (George’s shirt on top).

Before you knew it, it was September first and you were standing on platform 9 ¾ waiting for your friends. Already having put your suitcase in the train, you were walking around the platform when two hands grabbed your waist and spun you around.

‘George!’ you exclaimed as soon as you saw who it was.

George immediately kissed you and you were afraid your ribs would break if he held you any tighter.

‘Be careful, bro. You don’t wanna break her,’ someone behind you said.

You turned around and saw Fred and Lee, both a little disgusted by what was happening in front of them.

‘Hey, boys. How was your summer?’

‘Some girl visited and started making out with my brother,’ Fred said and you hit him.

George had turned red but he placed his arm around your shoulder while stepping into the train. Together with the three boys you searched for an empty compartment. You found none and while desperately looking for a solution in the corridor, Ron’s head popped up from a door close.

‘Hey guys! In here!’

It was tight with seven people but if you sat on George’s lap it fit.

While listening to Lee’s story about a giant snake in the jungles of Thailand, you played with George’s hand.

‘George?’ you asked. ‘Can I sleep with you tonight?’

‘Couldn’t sleep without me, huh?’ George joked, but placed a kiss on your forehead. ‘Of course you can.’

You closed your eyes, nestled your head in George’s neck and were taken back to the Burrow. How the light fell on the floor, how the wind played with the curtains, how the sheets felt against your skin. For a moment you were back in that bed, with George next to you.

- – -

‘I am happy to welcome you all back for another year at Hogwarts!’ the Headmaster spoke.

The whole Great Hall was filled with students. The Sorting Ceremony had just finished and you were really hungry. You had slept most of the trainride and missed lunch. A growl came from your stomach as you waited for Dumbledore to finish. Though the Great Hall and Hogwarts felt like home, you were too hungry and tired to even notice the decorations that had been placed all around the hall. The excited faces of the new first-years escaped your eyes as you were trying to keep them open. The warmth of the Great Hall, the chatter and the smell of dinner made you tired.

‘Before we attack the wonderfulness of our long awaited dinner, I would like to remind you all of these words I heard during the break: brown Bertie Botts every flavour Beans are not always caramel!’

With these words Dumbledore sat down and the four tables filled with wonderful food.

You spent your dinner mostly listening to the stories of your friends, too tired to talk. The food tasted amazing and it reminded of Molly’s cooking. You felt home, but missed the presence of someone particular.

After dinner, while everyone else left the Great Hall, you stayed in your seat. More and more people around you left and even the teachers walked past you. You only looked up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was George.

‘C’mon, babe,’ he said softly and lifted you up from your seat.

You followed George to the Gryffindor Tower through the busy hallways. People were catching up with friends they hadn’t seen during the summer and you saw a few lost first-years. George brought you to the common room, his hand still around your waist.

He led you up the stairs to his dormitory and stopped at the door. He then turned to you and lifted you bridal-style over the threshold.

‘Just like a bride,’ you grinned as George brought you over to his bed.

He helped you undress, his hands lingering on your body as he took of your skirt. But you let him; you had missed that.

You lied down in bed and watched George as he changed into his pyjamas. He stepped into the bed and closed the curtains, silencing the soft sounds from the common room.

George pulled you close to him and caressed your back. You pressed your lips on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

‘I did really miss you,’ George whispered in the dark.

‘You did?’

‘Of course I did. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. My parents were glad I was going away.’

‘Awh, you’re a romantic mess,’ you teased.

‘I am your romantic mess,’ George corrected you.

‘You are.’

George took his wand and turned down the lights. You snuggled up between his arms and sighed happily. George put his arms around your waist and placed your head in his neck.

‘Goodnight, babe.’

You didn’t know what George was to you right now. Did you break up? Was it just a fight? A fight that would lead to a break-up? You feared it was, but a part of you was relieved. This conversation had to happen eventually and at least you now knew where George was standing. The question was, where were you?

The wet ground sucked on your feet as you walked up the Weasley’s land. On your way to the front door you tried to come up with excuses. In your concentration you kicked a gnome right in his face and he ran away cursing. It gave you some satisfaction but didn’t help your problem. You didn’t want to wait for George to return, but you also didn’t want to worry the Weasleys.

However, you were completely soaked by now and started to shiver. You ran up the three steps to the back door and stepped into the kitchen. Hermione and Harry were sitting at the dining table and looked up when you entered. A similar expression of surprise appeared on both their faces, but where Hermione’s turned into worry, Harry’s just stayed the same.

‘Are you alright? What happened?’ Hermione asked as she rushed over to you.

‘Was cold… decided to turn back…’ you muttered but when Hermione got closer you whispered: ‘I got into a fight with George and I don’t know what to do.’ Your voice was shaking from emotion.

‘It’s okay, we’ll figure it out,’ Hermione whispered back and she put her arm around you. ‘But first we need to get you into something dry.’

She took you up the stairs to the bathroom. You were still feeling numb. Hermione helped you take you off your shoes.

‘I’ll go to your room to get you dry clothes, maybe you should take a shower and relax,’ she proposed and you nodded; a shower sounded nice.

Hermione left the room and you started to undress and stepped in the shower. While the hot water fell down on your shoulders you thought back of your fight. George’s empty eyes flew around in your mind. His words echoed in your head.

Was it true that he didn’t want to tell his family because he was dating you? You were the reason, the one thing that made him keep all of it to himself?

The bathroom door opened and Hermione stepped in. You turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.

‘I told the others you are back because you were cold,’ Hermione said.

‘That’s a good excuse,’ you mumbled while putting on your clothes.

Back in your room you fell on your bed. The pillow smelled like George and the numbness disappeared to make room for sadness. The tears started and didn’t stop. Hermione pat you on your back.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ she asked and suddenly you found yourself telling her everything. About how you met, how you kept your relationship a secret at Hogwarts and how hard it was for you not to be able to just go to your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

‘But I was fine with it. I trusted George and never thought it was me why he didn’t want to tell,’ you told her.

Hermione shook her head. ‘That’s not the reason. You know how I found out it is you he is dating? The way he looks at you… I just cannot describe it. His eyes are filled with hope and love and when you look back at him, the biggest smile appears on his face and his cheeks turn red. Believe me, you are not the reason why he doesn’t want to tell.’

‘But what is?’ you asked desperate.

‘You should ask him and let him explain.’

- – -

For the first time this stay at the Burrow, you were not expecting any company. George had ignored you at dinner completely and you had returned to your room right after, saying you didn’t feel so good. The last thing you were in the mood for was a whole family wanting to talk with you.

But things we want the most, happen at the times we least expect them. While you were staring out the window someone knocked on your door.

‘Come in,’ you said thinking it was Hermione or Ginny. So when George’s head came from the shadow you were shocked. You sat up in your bed and pulled up your legs to your chest. George stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

Silence filled the room until you broke it. ‘I’m sorry,’ you blurted out. ‘I know you don’t want to tell your family for whatever the reason is. I misinterpreted your words and I thought that I- I was the reason…’

‘You’re not the reason,’ George said and he sat down next to you. He took your hands. ‘(Y/N), I love you more than anything in the world.’

‘But why? Why won’t you tell them?’

‘If I tell them, it’s not our little secret anymore, I have to share you with everyone else. My family loves you, you know that, and when I tell them they will interfere with it. I’m afraid I will lose you, (Y/N). And I can’t lose you.’

‘You will never lose me, love. I am all yours.’ George nodded and you put your arms around him. ‘If you’re not ready, then we don’t have to tell. But no matter what your family thinks or does, I love you.’ You planted a kiss on his lips. ‘I love every single thing about you. Your nose, your freckles, the way you light up when you tell a joke, your fingers, your enthusiasm, the cringe nicknames you give me… I could go on all night,’ you whispered and George wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you on top of him kissing you deep.

‘Then do,’ he whispered in your ear.

And you did; the whole night was filled with telling what you loved about each other. The love that you felt was almost touchable. All your insecurities came by and none of them seemed important at that moment. All that mattered were you and George, in that moment, without the interrupting from others, without opinions. Just you and him, in perfect harmony.

Every touch that he planted on your skin was soft and delicate, yet it showed how much he needed you. You gave in to this touches and soon the talking faded. It seemed like a scene from a film, everything was perfect. The sheets were light and soft, the stars in the sky bright and the room dark and safe. It was a mess of skin on skin, lingering fingers and passionate kisses.

- – -

The next days were better than any other so far. You still didn’t show anything, but the secret kisses in hallways when no one was around and holding hands when no one saw it, made up for it. With just one look you could communicate to George when you wanted to talk to him or just hold him.

The days were filled with games and happy chatter. The sun was shining again and most of the days were spent outside. From Quidditch to un-gnoming the garden to water fights to falling asleep in the sun with your head in George’s lap, under the guise of being close friends. The water fights usually led to passionate make-out sessions in the shadow of the house. And every time you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes you were reminded of that wonderful night and when you thought back of it, you got butterflies again.

- – -

Everything was perfect and that was why it came as a shock.

Breakfast had been excellent every day and this day wasn’t any different. You had gotten up later than usual. George had stayed late and you didn’t fall asleep until an hour before sunrise. So when you stepped into the kitchen you weren’t surprised to find everyone else, but Mr Weasley, who had gone to work, and George there. You sat down next to Fred and Ron and Mrs Weasley gave you a plate with waffles and bacon.

You dicussed with the others what you were going to do today and halfway though your tea it was decided to go to the village.

It seemed to be a normal day, just like any other. But the expectations were nothing with the reality.

Ten minutes after you sat down George entered the kitchen. Fred had stood up to bring his plate to the sink and George walked to the only empty seat, that seat, the seat next to you. However, instead of sitting down and following the rhythm of all the other mornings, George, before taking his place on the chair, bend over to you and kissed you.

‘Goodmorning, love,’ he said and turned to his plate with food, like nothing had happened. You were frozen in your seat, feeling the burning desire left by George’s kiss on your lips.

Everyone else at the table was even more shocked than you. Ginny’s eyes were so wide open, they could fall out of their sockets. Ron was stabbing himself with his fork and Harry next to him had his fork with food in front of his mouth but was watching George. Hermione and Fred however were both smiling.

The best reaction was undoubtedly the one from Mrs Weasley. In a span of fifteen seconds her face went from shock to confusion to realisation to joy.

The only one not affected was George. He was still eating his breakfast calm. You were unsure if it was a mistake or he actually planned for this. No matter, you were happy there was no more hiding from now on.

George’s cheeks were red and he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You shot him a smile and squeezed his leg under the table.

Ron was the first one to break the silence. ‘Is (Y/N) your… girlfriend?’

‘Has been for the past five months,’ George answered simply and took a sip from his orange juice. He kept looking at Ron until this one averted his eyes.

‘And no one knew?’ Harry asked. He had lowered his fork, but his face expression was still the same.

You nodded. ‘No one apart from Fred and since a few days Hermione.’

‘Hermione! You knew?!’ Ron cried and turned to his friend.

‘Yes and I am surprised you haven’t! They haven’t been able to keep their hands of each other since I came here!’

You and George both turned red at her words. Ron scoffed and shook his head.

Mrs Weasley, who hadn’t said anything so far, moved in her chair. ‘I knew there was something going on between the two of you,’ she admitted. ‘But I didn’t expect you to be dating for so long! Why didn’t you tell us?’

George shook his head and muttered something incomprehensible.

‘We wanted to tell you in person and thus we waited for the summer vacation,’ you lied.

‘But you have been here for two weeks!’ Ginny said.

‘We just couldn’t really find a right moment,’ you replied. ‘Until now, apparently,’ you added, more to George than to the others in the kitchen.

A grin appeared on his face and he looked up to his family at the table. He looked confident now it was out there.

‘So we’re still on for the trip?’ he asked and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Agreeing mumbles came from the people at the table while they continued to eat their breakfast, still thinking about what just had happened.

- – -

You tried to talk to George, but Hermione and, mostly, Ginny were keeping you busy. Arm in arm with the two girls you followed the four boys to the village. They kept asking you about George and you patiently answered all their questions.

At walking into the main street, the four boys turned around to you, Hermione and Ginny, who were whispering and giggling as you told them about the first date George took you on. You looked up innocent to your boyfriend when you said his name a little too loud. His eyebrow rised and you gave him a sweet smile, that didn’t answer his unspoken question. Ginny and Hermione also looked at George and giggled loudly.

‘Oh, don’t worry babe,’ you said playful. ‘I only told them about your dinosaur-pyjamas!’

George’s head turned red and he muttered something incomprehensible. Laughing you took his arm and pulled him with you. He followed you but not before sending his brothers an angry glare for their chuckles.

‘What did you tell them?’ George asked insecure.

You smiled. ‘Really, nothing embarrassing. Besides we all have seen your pyjamas already.’ You reminded him of three days ago when he had forgotten there were other people in his house and he had entered the kitchen in his pyjamas.

‘Oh, yeah. I had forgotten about that,’ George mumbled.

The whole day is spent in the village. While the boys went to an old muggle magic shop, you and the girls sat down at the bakery. All with a steaming cup of tea and a raspberry doughnut in front of you, you told them about your last day at school.

‘Wait, you’re the girl!’ Ginny exclaimed. ‘So that’s why you weren’t enthusiastic about the plan to intercept his letters.’

‘That’s how Hermione found out,’ you said.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Ginny asked you waving with her pink glazed pastry.

‘I wanted to but George didn’t,’ you answered while lowering her hand go prevent the doughnut from flying across the room. ‘He was afraid that he would lose me to you.’

‘How could he think that?’

‘Well, we are sitting here with (Y/N) while her boyfriend is off doing… whatever,’ Hermione pointed out.

‘Yes, but even if he hadn’t told today we still would have sat here. Just talking about other things,’ Ginny said.

Hermione could only hum in response.

There fell a comfortable silence in the bakery that was interrupted by Fred and Ron, who were banging on the glass. Hermione choked in her tea and you hit your elbow painfully on the back of your chair in shock.

The boys entered and pulled chairs away from other tables to sit beside you. You were rubbing your elbow while patting Hermione on her back. Fred ordered a round of coffee, since there wasn’t much else to order.

‘Why couldn’t you have gone to the pub?’ he whined watching the waiter walk away.

‘Because we didn’t expect our peaceful tea party to be intruded by four boys,’ you pointed out and took a bite of your doughnut.

Beside you George’s eyes followed the pink pastry in your hand. You turned to him and held the doughnut in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and bit a piece off. Around the table Ginny, Hermione and Fred ‘awh-ed’, though Fred sarcastically, and Harry and Ron cringed.

‘Shut it,’ you said and ate the last piece of your doughnut.

The waiter came back a few minutes later with the coffee. George placed a protecting hand on your leg when the waiter looked a little too long at you. You took it and squeezed it, yet George wouldn’t let go until the waiter had disappeared.

After the coffee it was time to go back home. The walk was the end of a perfect day. Though you really had enjoyed the secrecy, you liked this better. You could now look at George without fearing anyone would suspect anything. Now, you could hold his hand or put your arm around him. You didn’t know what had gotten into George this morning but you were thankful for it.

When you arrived at the Burrow, Mr Weasley was home too. He glared at you with such piercing eyes you figured Mrs Weasley had told him. But he said nothing to you. He did however take George apart for a while after dinner and when the latter came back the colour of his face matched the banner of Gryffindor, so red he was. He sat down next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

‘So did you get the talk?’ you teased.

George was staring at the fire and it took him a while before he realised you had said anything.

‘What?’ he asked.

You chuckled. ‘Nothing, babe.’ You lifted your head and kissed him softly.

‘Hey! HEY!’ Ron cried and you looked at him. ‘I’m fine with you being his girlfriend and everything. But quit the kissing please!’

You stared at him and kept looking at him while you planted another kiss on George’s lips. Ron’s face turned red and Harry laughed at his friend.

‘Shut up!’ Ron said and threw a pillow at Harry.

You watched Harry and Ron throw pillows back and forth until your eyes closed. Comfortable in George’s arms and by the heat of the fireplace, you dozed off.

- – -

You woke up in the dark. And in a bed. With someone in it.

You looked around the room. The curtains were closed so there was no light at all in the room. Next to you, you recognized George’s features. He was facing you, but his face was buried in the pillow.

Careful you changed your position to face George. He stirred at your movements and you shushed him.

‘Go back to sleep,’ you whispered and stroked his hair.

But George’s eyes were open now and he was watching you. A smile broke on his sleepy face. You decided that, now he was awake, you should ask him about last morning.

‘Hmm, I hadn’t really planned it,’ George answered. ‘I just saw you and you looked so pretty with your sleepy eyes and red cheeks I just had to kiss you.’

Even in the dark your blush could be seen.

‘I love you, George,’ you whispered and kissed him.

‘I love you too,’ he replied between kisses. ‘And-’ he cupped your face with his hands and held you right in front of his ‘-I can stay here all night now! No more sneaking around!’

Nothing was any different this summer, except one thing. Last year you had missed your friends, this year you missed your boyfriend.

You and George had been together for five months now and you had never been away from him for so long. At Hogwarts you were always around him, in class, going on dates or just studying together. Now he was home and so were you. It killed you. Your parents had decided to go on a holiday with just the two of them and you were supposed to go to your aunt and uncle.

Now that was something you were not looking forward to. Your uncle and aunt were… different from you. They were very strict, always following the rules. And of course it wouldn’t just be your aunt and uncle, they also had children. Three. Three little, snitching children. The oldest one was eight years younger than you, so there was not much to bond over.

However, everything would change the day before your parents’ departure. You were packing your bags for your stay with your family when your mother called you downstairs.

‘What’s the matter?’ you asked when you entered the living room.

Your father was sitting on the couch browsing through a book called Ten Things To Know When Travelling Through Canada. As an answer to your question he gestured to the kitchen where your mom was busy making dinner.

‘An owl arrived for you,’ you mother said and she pointed at an old brown owl. Around its leg a letter was tied. You tried to untie the letter without hurting the owl but the owl didn’t even seem to notice you were touching it.

‘Who is it from?’ your mother asked while stirring in a pan.

‘George,’ you answered.

‘Ooh, what did he write?’

Your mom knew of your relationship with George. As soon as you came home for the summer, you couldn’t help but tell her. She was really excited for you and with every owl that came from George she wanted to know what he had written.

‘I remember when your dad used to write me such things,’ she had sighed when George had sent you a letter saying how much he missed you in the first week of the vacation.

You quickly read the letter and a smile broke on your face.

‘He is asking if I can spend the summer at the Burrow,’ you answered your mother’s question.

Your mother dropped her spoon and clapped her hands excited. She began to dance around the kitchen. Her squeaks made your dad come into the kitchen, looking suspicious from his wife to you.

‘What is going on?’ he asked.

‘Our daughter is spending her summer with her boyfriend!’ Your mother sing-sang and pulled you into a hug.

‘Mom!’ you giggled and tried to free yourself from her embrace.

Your father looked at your mother and tilted his head.

‘What about Margaret and John? They are expecting (Y/N).’

‘Oh, I’m sure they will understand,’ your mother said and you sent her a thankful smile; she knew how much you hated staying at your aunt and uncle’s.

Your father said nothing else for dinner and also kept his mouth when you sat with your parents in the living room. The TV was on and even though your father was staring at it, you knew he was having an inner debate. He knew that you didn’t like to spend with his brother’s family and if he let you go, you would have a much happier summer. But then you would be staying with your boyfriend.

It was not like you were actually waiting for your father’s approval. You were going anyway, whether he wanted it or not.

‘Dad, it won’t be much of a difference than the time we spent at Hogwarts for the past half year,’ you pointed out to your father. ‘And his whole family is there.’

That seemed to do the trick because before you went to bed your dad told you that he would drop you off at the Burrow when he and your mom left for their trip.

- – -

The next morning was hectic. Now you knew you were going to your boyfriend you had to make some changes to the clothes you were bringing. Your mother helped you pick out some stuff.

When you were packed and ready to close your bag your mom slyly slipped a pack of condoms in it. But she failed to hide it from you.

‘Mom! What?’

‘Oh, come on! You’re staying at your boyfriend!’

‘And his family!’ you pointed out. ‘They don’t even know George and I are dating. They just think we’re friends.’

‘Oh,’ your mother said and she sat down next to you on your bed. ‘You didn’t tell me.’

‘It’s nothing,’ you shrugged. ‘Actually it is kind of exciting, isn’t it?’ you added with a small smile.

Your mother kissed you on your head and closed up your bag.

‘Don’t tell your father, he’ll have a heart attack,’ she said before taking the bag and walking downstairs.

- – -

The ride to the Burrow took forever. It was still early and not many people were awake yet. The roads were almost completely deserted.

The song on the radio didn’t reach to you and neither did the conversation of your parents. The trees on the side of the road flashed by and your mind dozed off to the last day of school.

It had been the hottest day of the year and everyone was outside looking for some shade. Some seventh year Hufflepuffs had charmed the greenhouses so that it was cooler there. They had only let a few people in and you and your friends belonged to those people. The sun had shone bright on the glass roofs and lit up the plants around you. The morning you spent with your friends but the afternoon was reserved for George. He had wanted to show you something. He took you to the furthest edge of the school grounds. You had never been there before and was surprised with what you found. There, far beyond Hagrid’s hut was a small pond. The sun was reflected by the water and all around the edge of the pond there were pink and blue flowers. You had spent the rest of the day there with George and returned late, almost too late for dinner.

A smile appeared on your face as you thought back of that day. You couldn’t wait to see George, though it would be hard not to kiss him in front of his whole family.

After an hour your father drove his car in front of the Burrow. Nervously he looked at his watch. This had not been his plan. He had planned to be at the airport by now.

‘You only have to drop me off,’ you reassured him. ‘Say hi to Mr and Mrs Weasley and that’s it.’

Apparently the sound of the car had aroused the Weasley household because Mrs Weasley was walking towards you, followed by Ginny and Ron.

‘(Y/N)! Good to see you! I am happy you could make it on such a short notice!’

Mrs Weasley embraced you and then turned to your parents. You let them talk and said hello to Ginny and Ron.

This wasn’t your first time at the Burrow. You had been there quite few times now, but every time you stepped foot on the Weasley’s property you were amazed by their house. It was completely different from any house you had ever been in and that’s why you loved it so much.

You said goodbye to your parents and wished them a happy and safe trip. You waved them goodbye until you couldn’t see the car anymore and then turned to the house.

‘Fred and George are still in bed,’ Mrs Weasley said while she began with breakfast. ‘Ron, go wake up your brothers! Have you eaten yet, dear?’

‘Oh, yes. I had a quick breakfast before I left,’ you answered and watched Ron ran up the stairs to wake the twins.

‘Do you want something?’ Mrs Weasley asked. She was busy with four pans at the same time and you saw eggs, bacon and sausages.

‘Just tea, Mrs Weasley.’

Mrs Weasley pointed with her wand at the kettle and the water started to heat.

You chatted with Ginny about how her vacation had been so far and you discovered that she, just as you, missed her friends. They were all away for the summer.

‘I’m lucky to have you here now,’ Ginny said and you smiled at her. The age difference between you and her had never been an issue. You got along very well with Ginny.

Ron came back down followed by Fred and George. When you met eyes with George you felt butterflies in your stomach. He sat down next to you at table and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

‘I didn’t know you would be here so early,’ he admitted, suppressing a yawn.

Under the table his hand found yours and he squeezed it. You hummed softly as a reaction and from the corner of your eye you could see the smile on your boyfriend’s face.

Meanwhile Mrs Weasley had finished breakfast and with her wand she placed the plates on table. She gave you a cup of tea.

During breakfast stories of the vacation so far were being exchanged until the conversation was interrupted with Mr Weasley entering the kitchen.

‘(Y/N), good to see you!’ the man exclaimed when he saw you. ‘George has begged us for the past two weeks to invite you!’

Next to you, George’s face turned red. Fred laughed into his plate with eggs and his twin kicked him under the table.

Fred was the only Weasley that knew about you and George. Hiding something this big from your twin brother is impossible. You knew that it would be a tough vacation with Fred’s dubble-meaning jokes. They had been there at Hogwarts too and you were surprised not more people knew about George and you.

- – -

‘I missed you,’ George said after he checked the door. He was showing you your room, you were staying in Bill’s old room, that had been turned into a guest room, but actually just wanted to be alone with you.

‘I missed you too,’ you replied and placed a soft kiss on George’s lips. His hands slid to your back and he pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around the boy you had missed so much these past weeks.

‘So you haven’t told them yet?’ you asked after parting. George laughed a bit nervous.

‘No, I’m sorry,’ he said against your skin.

‘No need to apologise, babe,’ you said and placed a small kiss on his nose. ‘We’ll tell whenever we are ready. Until then we just have to be careful.’

And like it was planned, Fred burst through the door. You and George quickly let go of each other and Fred laughed at your shocked faces.

‘You’re not gonna keep this a secret longer than a week,’ Fred grinned. George threw a pillow at his brother, who ducked away letting the pillow fall on the ground with a thud.

- – -

You spent most of the day with Ginny. She had claimed you at breakfast and you didn’t want to disappoint her. Besides, you would have the whole vacation to spend with George, one day less wouldn’t hurt.

Majority of the day was spent outside in the hot sun. The activities included teasing the gnomes and playing board games in the grass. Mrs Weasley brought you lunch halfway through the day and Ron joined you and Ginny in a game of exploding snap. Fred and George were nowhere to be seen. You slyly asked Ron about them but he said he hadn’t seen them.

When it got colder you went back inside. The sun had shone brightly and you could already see the light tan lines on your legs.

After a short shower it was time for dinner. Mrs Weasley had done her best to create the best welcome-dinner you had ever seen. She made all the things you liked and even more.

‘We have to celebrate your stay here!’ Mr Weasley said when you sat down at the table and a sheepish smile grew on your face.

As you started your dinner, conversation quickly changed to plans for the rest of the summer break. You listened mostly; you had nothing to add. You did find out that Harry and Hermione would arrive in two days and would, just as you, spend the rest of their vacation at the Burrow.

‘Harry will sleep with Ron and Hermione with Ginny,’ Mrs Weasley explained.

‘Why not with (Y/N)?’ Fred asked and you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘She’s got much space in her room. Not like she has someone to share it with.’

There it was, a joke that made you want to sink into the ground. George’s face turned red and he kicked his brother under the table. But his family didn’t understand the joke. They didn’t even notice it. Molly just went on to explain that Hermione would be perfectly fine in Ginny’s room.

‘Fred is just worried he won’t be able to visit Hermione like that,’ you teased Fred. He turned red and his brows frowned; he would take revenge.

Fred was not the only one to react to your joke. Mrs Weasley frowned curious and Ginny chuckled into her chicken. But the most remarkable reaction was from Ron. He had choked on his food and his face was as red as his tomatoes.

‘Wha- what do you mean?’ he asked you in between coughs.

‘Nothing,’ you laughed and patted his back. ‘I’m just kidding.’

Over the table you shot a look to George who shrugged. Was it possible that Ron was jealous at your lie?

You had watched him and Hermione over the past years whenever you were in the same room as them and you had to admit that there was chemistry. But when you asked George about it he said that Ron always denied he had feelings for Hermione, or anyone. Maybe that was not the truth.

Without any more jokes that people could misinterpret dinner finished. You offered to help with the dishes but Mrs Weasley pointed out that you were on vacation here and told Fred to do the dishes.

‘I’m on vacation too!’ he sputtered but his mother already left the room. You laughed and that delivered you an angry glare and a hit with the dishcloth.

- – -

In your pyjama shorts and sweater you lied in bed. The sun had set a while ago already but you couldn’t fall asleep. You had left the curtains open and was staring at the night sky. The little, white dots shone luminous on the dark blue canvas.

Above you the floor squeaked. Someone must have left their bed. You listened to the sound of the soft footsteps that disappeared quickly. A shiver ran over your spine. You knew you were safe but still that feeling of slight fear filled your head. There is nothing to be afraid of, you said to yourself. It was probably just someone who had to go to the bathroom or maybe it was that stupid ghost.

But the feeling didn’t decrease as you now heard footsteps on the floor your bedroom was on. And they got louder and louder. You sat up in bed and your hands clasped the bedspread.

The handle of your door went down to reveal a dark silhouette. Your eyes were focused on the figure and you didn’t move.

‘(Y/N)?’ the dark figure whispered and you recognised George’s voice. ‘Are you awake?’

You relaxed and sighed as you reached for the light next to your bed. It popped on and revealed George in his pyjamas.

Apparently the scared look was still on your face because George said: ‘Are you alright?’

‘Yes, you just scared the living crap out of me,’ you said and turned your face into a smile.

George hurried over to your bed and sat down. He cupped your face with his hands and placed a kiss on your nose.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake anyone. Maybe I should’ve warned you.’

‘Yeah, maybe you should have,’ you chuckled and let George kiss you. ‘Now to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’

‘I missed you.’

‘You just saw me two hours ago!’

‘I know.’

‘How have you survived the past two weeks?’ you asked giggling.

‘Barely,’ George breathed in your ear.

His hands slipped from your face to the bottom of your sweater, pulling it over your head to reveal a tank top. In the small light you could see the surprise on his face, but he recollected himself and again reached for the hem of your top. This time nothing was covering your naked chest as he pulled your tank top over your head.

At the sight of you half-naked in his hands, George moaned softly. You could feel the excitement rushing though your body when you pulled the boy closer kissing him passionately. You had missed him. You had missed this.

The night was filled with moans and giggles, so soft no one else in the house heard them. And when you fell asleep, peacefully in the arms of the boy you loved, you mentally made a note to thank your mother for her addition to packing your suitcase.

- – -

The bed was empty when you woke up the next morning. You knew George had to wake up in his own bed to not raise suspicions but it still made you feel sad.

Silently you got dressed, letting the impressions of last night wonder in your head. In a daze you walked down to the living room. There, Ginny was sitting on the couch in front of the fire, still in her pyjamas, looking just as tired as you. You sat down next to her and said nothing. Together you watched Mr Weasley get ready for his work with the help from his wife.

‘See you tonight, girls!’ he said before stepping into the fire saying ‘Ministry of Magic’ and disappearing.

Ginny went upstairs to change and Molly gave you a cup of tea. She looked at with piercing eyes and for a minute you were afraid she had heard you and George. That she knew everything and you had to spend the rest of your summer with your stupid aunt and uncle.

But Mrs Weasley said nothing and walked away, leaving you alone in the living room. You stared at your tea, a bit shocked by your own paranoia.

Before you could finish your tea, Fred entered the room. He sat down opposite of you with a smug smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. Of course he knew about last night, but some part of you had hoped that George had managed to escape his room without his twin noticing.

‘Fun night?’ Fred asked and you shot him a dark look but you couldn’t answer because Ginny walked in.

She looked a bit more awake now she had changed and probably freshened up. Still the bags under her were clearly visible.

‘Didn’t sleep much?’ you asked.

‘No,’ Ginny yawned, like your question reminded her of how little sleep she got. ‘Probably because we did so much yesterday.’

‘Hey, that’s funny! (Y/N) didn’t sleep much last night either!’ Fred exclaimed.

‘How do you know that?’ Ginny shot back at him, despite her lack of sleep still sharp as always.

‘I heard-’ Fred started but you cut him off.

‘I came across him on my way to the bathroom.’ You gave Fred another angry glare and smiled at Ginny hoping she wouldn’t notice you were lying.

‘Okay,’ she said and changed the subject of the conversation. ‘What do you want to do today?’

‘I dunno,’ Fred mumbled sinking into his chair. ‘We could play some Quidditch, we don’t have even numbers though, maybe (Y/N) can be the referee.’

‘I’m fine with that,’ you said, knowing that your Quidditch skills count for half a person, if not a quarter.

- – -

After breakfast you and the Weasleys walked to the open field behind the house. The morning sun was already shining radiant and the five minute walk left everyone sweating.

Two hours of Quidditch later everyone was melting away under the heat and the game was stopped. You walked back to the Burrow to find some shade under one of the trees that surrounded the house. Fred disappeared into the house and came back with bottles lemonade kept cold in a bucket filled with ice cold water.

The lemonade was quickly finished and when Ron grabbed the last bottle, Fred took the bucket and emptied it over your head.

Though the cold water was a refreshing and actually quite nice, you quickly turned around and started to cast spells on Fred, wetting him with water jets.

Your attention was on Fred but from the corner of your eyes you could see George looking at you. Or better said, at your shirt. The water had not only made your head and hair wet, it had left you completely soaked. Your shirt was sticking at your body and you were aware of it showing your bra in a not-so-concealing way.

Fred had fled to the house and Ron and Ginny had followed him afraid of also getting wet if they stayed any longer. You were left alone with George and he was not even trying to hide his looks by now.

After quickly looking around and seeing no one he took two steps to stand in front of you, lifted you and pushed you with your back against the tree. His mouth caught yours and his hands squeezed your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

God, you loved everything about this boy. His kiss tasted like lemon and toffees and after a while his mouth opened and his tongue slid into your mouth.

Now, you were only vaguely aware of your surroundings. Anyone could have stood next to you and you wouldn’t have noticed. All you could focus on were George’s hands and his lips.

After what felt like a way too short time, you had to break apart to both catch your breath. You lowered your legs but stayed locked between your boyfriend and the tree. The bulge in George’s pants could be felt through your own shorts and you captured his lips in a sweet kiss.

This moment could have lasted forever if it was up to you, but unfortunately Mrs Weasley’s voice broke the comfortable silence. You were hidden behind the tree and she could not see you but at the sound of her voice George took a step back. His face expression changed so fast you were afraid someone had actually caught you but when you looked around the tree you only saw Mrs Weasley in the door frame far away.

You turned back to George but he was already walking towards the house. You ran after him, shirt still sticking to your body and your shorts wet and uncomfortable to walk in.

‘What happened to you?’ Mrs Weasley asked when you stepped foot into the kitchen through the backdoor.

‘Fred and I had a water fight,’ you said and smiled to show her there was nothing to worry about. ‘It’ll dry.’

Mrs Weasley pointed her wand at you and you felt your clothes dry. You thanked her and sat down at the dining table. On it there were sandwiches, the reason Molly had called you inside.

You looked around to find George but he had disappeared. Maybe to freshen up?

You spent the rest of the afternoon in the backyard, with your attention in a book. Ron and Fred were playing with a ball, throwing it back an forth. Mrs Weasley was working in the part of the garden that wasn’t terrorised by the gnomes.

After a few hours in the sun, you felt like your skin was burning off your body and you decided to go inside. You hadn’t seen George since before lunch and you were wondering what he was up to.

‘George? Are you in here?’ you asked and knocked on the door of the twins’ bedroom.

‘Yeah.’

The door opened and George came to your sight. He let you in and you sat on his bed.

The floor of the room was scattered with laundry and papers. Just like his dorm at Hogwarts. But here the walls were bright green instead of the dark red of the Gryffindor Tower.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked trying not to sound too worried.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ George answered and he sat down next to you. His hand quickly found your hip and he pulled you closer. You rested your head on his shoulder.

‘Okay, you just disappeared and I was wondering if I did something wrong,’ you admitted.

George chuckled. ‘Believe me, you did nothing wrong. I just needed a break from my family, that’s all.’

You nodded understanding; you loved the Weasleys but they were a lot to take. Always around and in for a talk. It was nice, but if you wanted some time alone it was not.

‘You want me to leave?’ you asked and already got up but George put his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he whispered in your ear.

- – -

‘Do you really have to go?’

George wrapped the sheets over you and placed a kiss on your forehead, in a way only he could. In the dark you could see the regret in his eyes. He didn’t want to leave you, but he was, just as you, scared that someone would find him in your room in the morning.

‘It’s only-’ you looked at the clock on your nightstand ‘-five,’ you grumbled.

‘(Y/N), if I don’t leave now, I’ll never. I don’t want them to find out like that,’ George said, referring to his family.

He got up and walked to your door. You sighed but didn’t ask further; you knew this was no discussion. George made his point and the conversation was over.

‘I love you,’ you whispered in the dark.

‘Love you too,’ was the answer before the door closed.

With closed eyes you listened to the footsteps that walked back upstairs. You heard a squeak when George stepped into his bed and then everything got silent again.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep anymore. You tried everything: meditation, counting sheep, just closing your eyes and thinking about happy things. Nothing worked.

The sun came up and lit up your floor. The curtains were open; you hadn’t closed them last night. Usually you slept with the curtains open. At night you loved to gaze at the stars from your bed and you liked waking up with the sun shining on your face. However, not when it was this early.

‘I thought this was vacation,’ you grumbled to yourself when the rooster crowed.

When after ten minutes you really couldn’t lie in bed anymore you got up. While you got dressed your eyes fell on an empty piece of parchment on the desk. Your parents must have arrived at their destination by now, maybe you should write them. Merlin knows how long it would take before your letter got to them.

Hesitantly you started to write. What should you tell? You knew your mother probably would want every juicy detail, but your father would read the letter too and you didn’t want to give him a heart attack.

After you finishing your letter, the house was not so silent anymore. Mr Weasleys wouldn’t go to work today. Instead he would pick up Harry at his aunt and uncle’s. Hermione would arrive somewhere in the morning.

‘(Y/N), good morning!’

As you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted by Mr Weasley and George. They were both sitting at the dining table. Arthur was reading the newspaper and George was staring outside.

‘You’re up early!’ Mr Weasley exclaimed when you sat down opposite of George.

‘Yeah, I couldn’t sleep anymore.’

‘Is it that rooster? I have tried everything to make him stop, but he just won’t,’ Mr Weasley said and looked over his shoulder outside.

‘No, it wasn’t the rooster,’ you mumbled and over the table you felt two eyes on you.

Mr Weasley turned back to his newspaper and you dared to look at George. He shot you a worried look and mouthed: ‘me?’ You shook your head and averted your eyes from him.

Yes, actually it was because of him, but he didn’t need to know that.

‘There is a post office in the village, right?’ you asked.

‘Yes, but you can use our owl,’ Mr Weasley said.

‘No, my father doesn’t appreciate owls. Or birds in general,’ you added and thought back of that one time your friend had sent a letter with a dove that wouldn’t leave your father alone. ‘I think I’ll post it the muggle-way.’

‘I’m sure George will take you,’ Mr Weasley said, already turning back to his newspaper. ‘Right, George?’

‘Yes, of course,’ George quickly said when he saw his father’s look.

- – -

‘I’m sorry about this morning,’ George said and bumped your shoulder.

‘It’s fine,’ you mumbled; you didn’t feel like talking about it now.

George put his arm around your shoulder after looking around suspiciously.

You held the letter tight in your hand and thought about what you wrote. Even though you had written only about innocent things to save your father from any harm, you had thanked your mother for helping you pack. She would get the meaning behind it, while your father just would think it was a sweet compliment.

The village was still asleep and only a few people were awake. The baker, the postman and a few people on their way to work. On your way to the post office you stopped for coffee and muffins at the bakery.

‘Sweets for my sweet,’ George said when the baker gave him the muffins and you cringed at the cheesy words.

Around people he didn’t personally know, George had no problem showing his affection. But once he was around familiar faces that attitude changed and the most affectionate thing he would do was his hand on your back, after making sure no one could see it. At first you hadn’t mind it, you had thought it was cute and exciting to have a secret relationship. But as the months passed by, and George still didn’t show his affection in public, you feared that maybe you were something he was ashamed of. You had never talked about it with him and just brushed it off every time the thought entered your mind. But now, with his family, it suddenly came closer than ever before and you couldn’t ignore the feeling anymore.

A bell tinkled when you opened the door of the post office. It was an old building on the outside and the inside matched the exterior. With wood on the floor and the ceiling the room was dark and felt cramped. Behind the counter stood an old woman.

‘George! How are you?’ the woman crowed.

‘Good, Mrs Mavisson,’ George answered. ‘How are you?’

‘Well, my knees hurt more every day and Craig-’ she gestured with her head to the door opening behind her ‘-claims we should modernise our system.’ You bowed forward a little bit and saw a mature man in the shadows. ‘Who is this beautiful lady you brought with you?’

A blush crept on your face and you stared at your hands that were wrapped around your letter.

‘This is (Y/N),’ George said and placed his hand on your shoulder. ‘She’s my girlfriend.’

Your cheeks turned even more red and you looked up at George. His cheeks were pink but he looked confident.

‘Well, isn’t that wonderful!’ the old woman exclaimed and she took your hand. ‘Look at you, you’re gorgeous! Craig! CRAIG!’

The man from the shadow stepped in the light. He was younger than the woman. Young enough to be her son.

‘Craig, this is (Y/N). George’s girlfriend!’

Craig was way less impressed than his mother. He glanced at you, conjured a forced smile on his face at George and stepped back in to the darkness.

‘Oh, don’t mind him, sweetie,’ Mrs Mavisson said and she waved her hand. ‘What can I do for you?’

You gave her the letter for your parents and explained where they were. It was quickly taken care of and after a jovial goodbye, you stepped outside the office into the sun.

‘Mrs Mavisson has worked her entire life in that store. The only way she’ll leave is in her coffin,’ George chuckled and he took your hand.

Maybe you were wrong, but it felt like a weight had been lifted of George’s shoulders. On the way back to the Burrow he talked happily and smiled, a lot more than this morning.

However, when the Burrow came in sight he let go of your hand and his smile faded. You immediately missed the convivial boy but you understood it too. Though George would never admit it to someone, home was not his favourite place. It was the place where his mother would scold at him for not doing his best at school or for not cleaning his room. The place where he was one of the Weasleys, the other twin. He was not George, he was a son.

‘If you liked this morning, we can do it more often,’ you suggested.

‘That would be nice.’

‘It would.’

A small smile returned on George’s face and this time it stayed there, even when he stepped inside the kitchen and was surrounded by the whole family.

- – -

The fire was burning and the heat spread through the whole living room. How wonderful the weather had been the past few days, so bad was it now. Though you didn’t mind, there was something cosy about the rain and thunder outside while you sat in a sweater and woollen socks in front of the fire.

Ron and Harry were playing chess, with the help from Fred and George, on the floor at your feet. Mrs Weasley was darning socks in a rocking chair in the back of the room and Mr Weasley had disappeared in his garage. Hermione, Ginny and you were sitting on the couches talking.

‘Did you know Pansy is dating that Ravenclaw with the big eyebrows?’ Ginny asked.

‘But I thought she and Malfoy were a thing!’ you said.

‘No, I thought so too, but Luna said that the boy had confirmed it the last day of school.’

‘How awful must it be to date Pansy,’ Hermione sighed and you agreed with her.

‘Speaking of dating,’ Ginny started and you felt like she had been wanting to tell this for a long time. ‘I heard our sweet George is dating someone.’

A high pitched sound escaped your mouth but you hid in behind a cough. George looked up when he heard his name, not knowing what Ginny had said. Fred however had been following your conversation and was staring at you with an expression you didn’t trust.

‘What’s with me?’ George asked and you tried to sign to him not to. But he didn’t see you and now turned to Ginny.

‘I heard you’re dating someone,’ Ginny repeated.

George’s eyes widened and he turned red. ‘I’m not dating anyone,’ he muttered and stared at the ground.

‘Come on! We’re family! Tell us!’

‘There is nothing to tell.’

George got up and rapidly left the room. You felt bad for him, but figured it would only add to the rumours if you went after him now.

Fred got up too and walked after his brother. When he passed you he whispered, but so soft no one else heard him: ‘Don’t tell.’

Nothing in Fred’s behaviour showed he had said that and you almost thought you had imagined it, but before he disappeared you made eye contact with Fred and nodded.

Maybe Fred wasn’t such a joker when it came to you and George after all.

‘I don’t care what he says,’ Ginny said after Fred had gone upstairs too. ‘Amy saw him with someone on the last day of school. She didn’t see who, though.’

‘Maybe it was just Fred with a wig,’ you joked and hoped Ginny would drop the subject.

‘Well, he must write her,’ Ron said from his position on the floor. He had beaten Harry at chess and was now involved in the conversation. ‘What if we got one of his letters?’

‘Or one of hers?’

You smiled at their plan that was doomed to fail.

The clock stroke eleven and Mrs Weasley, who had fallen asleep, scared up. She sent everyone to bed, but not before scolding at them for letting her fall asleep.

- – -

You wanted to lie down in your bed, but there was already someone in it.

‘George!’ you whisper-yelled and George put his hand on your mouth.

‘I thought this was easier than waiting for everyone to be asleep,’ he explained.

You lied down next to him and breathed in his scent. The rain was slamming down on the window and muted the other sounds of the house. Everyone once in a while the room lit up and five seconds later the house shook from the thunder.

In silence you lied thinking about the conversation earlier in the living room. You were tired but you wanted to talk to your boyfriend. At night was usually when you and him caught up on each other’s day. You had missed talking to him. Of course you had missed the romance, but in the two weeks at home you had realised how big of a deal George was in your life. At Hogwarts he was always around and you could talk to him any moment of the day. It was at home that you realised how much those little moments meant to you.

‘We don’t have to talk,’ George said like he could read your mind.

You smiled sheepishly and buried your face in his neck. There was something about doing that that was comforting. You felt like the whole world disappeared for a moment when you hid in George’s neck.

His hand was caressing your hair while you dozed off. The thunderstorm was still going on but you didn’t even hear it anymore.

- – -

A loud banging on your door woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes. That hollow feeling of loneliness filled your heart when you reached for the empty space next to you.

The banging continued and you felt the sound in your chest.

‘Who’s there?’ you asked and the door opened.

Ginny was standing in your room her face glowing with excitement. She ran to you and dropped herself on your bed. Hermione appeared as well and she closed the door.

‘Gin, it’s seven in the morning!’ you groaned and rubbed your eyes.

‘No time to be tired!’ Ginny exclaimed and she sat up straight. Only now you noticed the letter in her hand. She was waving her arms but you could read to who is was written.

‘Oh no, Ginny!’

‘It must be her! Who else would write him?’

‘His friends?!’ you asked and lifted yourself up.

‘I already woke up Harry and Ron,’ Ginny spoke, ignoring your comment. ‘They should be here any minute.’

And not long after she said that the two boys entered your room. The room was not big and with five people there was not a lot of space left. Ron sat down at the foot end of the bed and Hermione on the edge of it. Harry kept standing.

‘Ginny, what is so important you have to wake us this early?’ Ron grumbled at his sister.

She held up the letter and waved it in front of Ron’s face.

‘She wrote him! I waited for the mail this morning and this letter was addressed to George!’

Ron’s expression showed exactly how you felt.

‘Ginny, it could be one of his friends. And it is definitely not worth getting up for this damn early!’ he said.

But Ginny didn’t listen to him. She ripped open the letter with excitement on her face. That didn’t last long though. As she read more of the letter her face turned less happy and more into a frown. After she finished it she dropped her hands and stared at it.

‘And?’ Harry asked, but Ginny didn’t answered. Ron took the letter from her hand and searched for the sender.

‘Lee,’ Ron said plain. ‘It’s a letter from Lee. Not his girlfriend.’

‘It could have been his girlfriend,’ Ginny said with a low voice.

‘But it’s not. Nice job, Gin,’ Ron said and got up. He left the room with Harry. Hermione placed her hand on Ginny’s shoulder.

‘Don’t listen to him. You are right; it could have been his girlfriend. Right, (Y/N)?’

‘Yes,’ you lied and put the letter back in the envelope. With your wand you closed it and gave it back to Ginny. ‘You might want to put his back before he notices.’

Ginny nodded and left your room swiftly. Hermione stared at you and you felt like you knew what was coming.

‘It’s you, isn’t it?’ she asked and squeezed her eyes.

‘Yeah,’ you smiled. ‘But please don’t tell anyone. George- I mean, we haven’t really told anyone, so…’

Hermione just smiled back at you and left you alone. Your groaned and fell back down on your bed. Great way to start a day.

- – -

Your mood didn’t get any better as the day went on. Ron apparently decided not to communicate with Ginny in any way but shooting her angry glares and George was silent the whole day, sitting in the corner of the room with a book in his hand. However, not once did you see him turn his page. And on top of it all, it was still raining.

You wanted to talk to him, tell him that there was nothing to worry about. Ginny would get bored by it within a few days and everything would turn back to normal.

However you couldn’t talk to your boyfriend until the end of the afternoon. Mrs Weasley had asked her son to go to the store because she had forgotten something and you had offered to join, under the excuse of wanting some fresh air.

So now you were walking with George under an umbrella, arms hooked as soon as the Burrow was out of sight.

‘I love the smell of rain,’ you said. ‘And how everything looks right after it has rained.’

‘Hmm,’ George hummed and you looked at him.

‘Are you alright? Please, don’t feel bad or forced to do anything because of Ginny’s comment. Don’t worry, she’ll get sick of it in a few days.’

‘I know. I just don’t think I am ready to tell them,’ George confessed.

‘Can I ask why?’ you asked insecure.

‘You saw how Ginny reacted! I can’t tell them anything without it being blowed up. And then it is you!’

You held still and looked at George sharply.

‘What do you mean?’ Your voice was demanding and not as soft anymore.

‘They would freak out! (Y/N), I have been hiding our relationship for seven months! If I told them now they would- they would- I don’t know! They would laugh at me, at us.’

George’s words hurt you. You were standing in front of him with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. It didn’t matter, it shouldn’t matter what his family thought. But now it just sounded like you were not enough for his family.

‘So you are just never going to tell them?’ you snorted. ‘I don’t care what they think George, you know that. I love you and that is all that matters.’

‘I love you too but-’

‘No, apparently not as much I do. Guess I am an idiot for not noticing after all this time.’

You stepped away from George into the rain. For seconds you stared at each other. The cold rain drops wet your shirt but you didn’t care. You were focused on George’s eyes and tried to read the expression in them. But you saw nothing. His eyes were empty.

The hot tears mixed with the cold rain on your face. The dark sky was lit up by a strike of lightening and thunder immediately followed. You turned around and started to walk away, back to the Burrow, half hoping George would run after you, the other half of you wanting to be left alone.

you asked yourself that question multiple times as your legs carried you all the way to the greenhouse. you had no idea why you had even agreed to this, no matter how turned on you were. but, you also couldn’t deny that you were well excited. it had been a while since you actually had sex, and you could no longer deal with your own hands.

but, even though you had no issues with neville, you didn’t really know him that well. he never gave you a reason to believe that he was a git, but talking to someone over text and in person was two very different things.

you made it to the greenhouse, your hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie. it was quite chilly outside, and the absence of light made the greenhouse feel like a freezer. how were plants even supposed to grow properly in these conditions? you also noticed that neville wasn’t here yet, which made you a bit more nervous.

you turned the flashlight on your phone on, the moonlight not exactly letting you be able to see everything. you would’ve felt awfulif you stepped on some second year’s herbology project. you plopped down on the table, your feet swinging as you waited patiently.

you went on your phone to pass the short amount of time neville was taking to get there,

my man dean thomas 🍻 is typing…

you furrowed your eyebrows at the notification. it was unusual for dean to be on his phone at this hour, only on occasions of him being at a party with you. dean was a close friend of yours, mostly a party buddy, but still a friend.

uh… why the fuck is neville sneaking out???

he woke me up from how loud he was being

you rolled your eyes as you began to text back, but let out a small chuckle,

how the bloody hell am i suppose to know? he’s your friend dean.

no

he was literally saying your name and shit

pls don’t tell me you guys are meeting up to FUCK??

that’s when you slid out of the chat, not wanting to deal with the shame. but, dean didn’t stop texting you. even texting you on your actual number instead of snapchat.

dean🍻: dude wtf

dean🍻: don’t leave me on opened y/n

dean🍻: jesus you guys are gonna fuck

dean🍻: y/n???? hello?????

dean🍻: jesus fine don’t let me be a fuckin cockblock or anything 🙄

that’s when you heard the greenhouse door open, and you turned on the flashlight once more, aiming towards the culprit. of course, it was neville, who’s eyes were now squinted.

“ah! that’s bright!” he announced, blocking the light from his eyes. you giggled and aimed the flashlight elsewhere, “sorry, longbottom. just had to make sure it was you…”

you didn’t know why, but it seemed as if the words that had just slipped out sounded so… seductive?

“oh—it’s alright, love…” he responded, making his way over towards you with a purpose. when his came to be in front of you, you felt the slight touch of the material from his sweater tapping onto your knee, signifying how close he really was to you.

your phone went off again,

dean🍻: okay well can you at least let me know that you got back to your dorm safe??? i won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re wandering around the castle all by yourself

neville noticed how you peeked at the screen, and he swiped your phone out of your hand, turned the flashlight off, and read dean’s text.

“did you tell him you’re here?”

you shook your head, an awkward, airy chuckle escaping your lips, “no… he um—he heard you sneaking out of the dorm, apparently… and he texted me about it…”

neville nodded his head, and set your phone down on the table, but his arms settled as well, guarding you from going anywhere.

“well… thomas is just a smart git now, isn’t he?”

he had a clear smirk on his face, and it made your face turn red. you saw his tongue swipe his bottom lip as his eyes glanced up and down, visibly studying your body.

“that hoodie suits you very well, y/n…” he complimented, tugging at the string for a moment. you decided to be bold once again, as that was something that seemed to get neville going through the text messages you had sent just earlier.

“thanks…” you smiled at him, “might look better on the floor… don’t you think, mr. longbottom?”

that was all the boy needed before he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and smashing his lips onto yours. you must admit, he was an amazing kisser. probably the best you’ve ever experienced. he seemed to know every part of your lips, as he kept nibbling at the bottom one, teasing his tongue with yours.

he pulled away, not even giving you the chance to breathe before he ripped the hoodie off of you. he chuckled when he saw the lack of bra,

“mhm… no bra, huh? what a slut.”

you felt the moisture in your panties increase as he attacked your neck with his lips, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh, kissing and sucking on your sweet spot until your head was leaned back, moans spilling from your mouth along with shaky breaths.

“god, you sound even prettier than i imagined, princess…” he cooed in your ear. you tried to respond, but once more he shut you down by moving his lips down to your breasts, kissing and sucking at your nipples. he had definitely been wanting to see them for a while now.

you finally interrupted his indulgence by taking his shirt off, his arms going up in the air, and you completely discarding the shirt elsewhere in the greenhouse. you began to kiss his jaw, quickly moving down until you were sucking at his collarbones, small groans leaving him. as you did so, he took the opportunity to draw light, teasing circles onto your clothed clit,

“nev…” you shuttered, having to pull away from his collarbone. he let out a deep chuckle, and continued to tease your clit with the pad of his thumb. “feel good, princess?” he asked in a teasing manner, which you rapidly nodded.

you two continued to kiss, he continued to tease, and the touches and grinding was becoming all too much for you.

“more, nev, please…” you pleaded, your pussy trying ever so hard to obtain more friction from the tent in his pants.

“well, how could i ever say no to that?”

he pecked your lips once more before sliding your shorts and underwear off at the same time, not even caring if they made it past your ankles. you began to fondle with the buttons on his pants, ever so desperate for his cock to retreat into the walls of your cunt.

when his cock sprung out, you were somehow surprised by the size of it. he noticed your wandering eyes, and the way you gulped at his length.

“think you can take it, princess?” he asked in a slight chuckle, “or… is it too much for you?”

you rolled your eyes at his cockiness,

“i can take it.”

he looked down at your dripping cunt before responding,

“good.”

and with that, he flipped you over to where your stomach was laid on the table, but the lower half of your body almost to the floor. he spread your legs out with his knee, and his hand came down with a loud ‘slap’ to the ass cheek. you moaned at the sentiment, making neville do it once more, and again, and again… and again.

“fuck—nev—i can’t…”

“don’t worry, princess. you don’t have to wait anymore.”

suddenly, he slid himself into you, burying his cock into your tight hole. you had to muffle a scream as he began thrusting violently, not even letting you adjust.

“jesus—fuck—you feel so fucking good, y/n…” he groaned, relishing in the feeling of this whole experience. he had been waiting for this for a while, and he was proud of himself for actually accomplishing it. he would never regret sending you that snap earlier, that’s for sure.

“feels—feels s’ good…” you stuttered out. that’s when he wrapped his fingers around your hair, bringing you up just a bit.

“you’re so beautiful—fuck—so pretty, baby…”

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, threatening to break free.

“nev—cum… please—i wanna cum…”

“not yet, princess.”

another slap to your ass cheek was given, and you almost let out a scream just from the feeling.

“can i cum on those pretty tits, baby? please?” he asked, his voice for the first time sounding more gentle. “yes!” you moaned in response, wanting nothing more just to be able to release, with or without him.

he flipped you over back onto your back, not even bothering to pull out. he continued to thrust into you, each one harder than the last it seemed.

“nev—“

“cum, princess. cum all over my cock…”

those simple words finally made the knot snap, and you let out a loud moan as your cum spilled onto his cock, which as well made him break. he groaned as he pulled out of you, his release going all over your stomach and breasts.

you both were still breathing heavily by the time the both of you came down back to reality, and neville let out a small laugh at the sight of you. you giggled as well, and ran a hand through his now disheveled hair.

“that was the best dick i’ve ever had, mr. longbottom…”

he smirked down at you, and placed a small kiss to your red lips,

you picked up your phone that sat on your bedside table, and typed in the password quickly. you figured if you wouldn’t sleep, you could at least preoccupy your mind by scrolling aimlessly on social media.

as you scrolled through instagram, pausing on hermione’s spam post to see her huge rant about some random girl she had disliked, (of course it was lavendar brown, but of course she would never state that publicly on social media) a familiar name popped up as a snapchat notification.

neville longbottom🪴

you opened snapchat up, and opened his snap to find a simple picture of his face, but the camera only showed his nose and up. there was no caption, just a random snap. you simply ignored it, thinking he simply just sent it to the wrong person.

but, your eyebrows furrowed when something else popped up:

neville longbottom🪴 is typing…

you opened the chat, staring blankly at the screen as you waited. you and neville were by no means close, but he had helped you out a few times with herbology. you couldn’t deny how sweet he was, and you were shocked to find out that girls weren’t crawling all over him. you and him had texted before, the conversation even slipping into sensual territory, but you barely even spoke to each other in person.

why’d you leave me on opened? ):

you rolled your eyes as you automatically began to respond,

thought you sent it to the wrong person lmaoo

neville longbottom🪴 is typing…

no… i just wanted to see how you were lol

you furrowed your eyebrows at the text, but shrugged as you came to the conclusion that he could most likely fill your boredom for the time being.

oh. well, i’m fine ig haha

that’s good, why aren’t you asleep tho? it’s 2

idk… i should be asking you the same thing mr longbottom (:

mr?

mhm… mr.

you smirked to yourself. you actually quite enjoyed the last time you flirted with him, so why not try again?

wow okay

i like that

ofc you do

you seem like the type who would (;

only from pretty girls like you i suppose…

you think i’m pretty???

duh

you’re like the hottest person in hogwarts

lmaoooo stop

not true

it is true!! if you don’t believe me, ask around

idk how you don’t have a bf yet honestly

you don’t even wanna know how often i think ab you

you stopped for a moment to reread the message, just to make sure your eyes weren’t seeing things the wrong way. but, you decided to play along and be bold.

well… in what way do you think ab me mr. longbottom?

in a lot of ways, doll…

tell me

why should i? you should be sleeping. it’s past your bedtime ms. y/l/n

you giggled and bit your lip as you began to type again,

i can make some sacrifices

but seriously

tell me all the ways you think ab me.

there was a pause in the conversation before he began typing again. and it seemed as if he kept erasing his messages, and retyping them again.

well… for starters i think ab touching you

how pretty you are…

how good you would look underneath me (;

your breath hitched a bit from the text, but you couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling in your gut.

i also think ab that hair of yours

how good it would look wrapped around my fingers

you felt your panties dampen as he kept on sending texts, saying all the ways that he thinks about you.

one time you wore this shirt

and holy fuck

your tits looked so good in it

the things i would fucking do to you y/n

you glanced around your dorm for a moment, double checking if your dorm mates were really sleeping. and, it seemed so. so, you closed the privacy curtains on your four poster bed, and took your pants off with a quickness.

what do you want to do to me, nev?

i wanna fuck you until you can’t walk anymore that’s what i wanna do

i’m hard rn just thinking about it

i have an idea (;

that’s when you slipped off your shirt, and took a quick photo of your breasts, nipples covered with your arm, and sent it to him. he seemed like someone you could trust. he never gave you a rhyme or reason not to trust him.

holy fuck.

you’re so pretty

thank you mr. longbottom, i could say the same ab you (;

yeah

but only one problem

you’re being a fucking tease

covering your nipples and shit

like a fucking slut.

that’s when you ran your hand down to your now dampened panties, and began to tease yourself lightly by rubbing small circles on your clit.

a slut???

yeah

a pretty slut at that

you don’t even know what i would do to be with you rn

i would have so much fun with you princess

then why don’t you?

he paused once more, and little did you know, he instantly unplugged his phone, and slipped his shoes on.

i know you’re touching yourself

so stop rn.

but why? ):