Something More- George Weasley Fanfic

8. Arrivals and Farwells

{sorry i just rly love this picture of him}

Her alarm rang from her nightstand, she reached over and turned it off, her eyes still shut.

She felt his chest shifting, pressing against her back as he moved to wrap his arm around her, now spooning her, their legs still tangled together.

"Morning..." he said in a low, raspy voice, pulling her closer.

"Good morning..." Her voice soft and quiet as she slowly opened her eyes to see the reddish purple hue coming from the window, the sun not fully risen yet.

George's head rose, still half asleep as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before resting his head again.

"What time is it love?" His voice quiet, almost soothing.

"It's almost 6." her answer making George groan with the realization that he'd have to go back to his room soon to keep from getting caught.

"I don't want to leave, I can't... it's simply impossible!" He joked, though that was how he actually felt.

"A short time apart is better than your mum or Fred finding us like this" reminding him that the only thing separating their bodies was her shirt and his boxers.

"Speaking of Fred, he shouldn't be up for at least another half hour..." He noted cheekily, his tone excited in his hushed voice. His fingers pulling at the hem of her shirt.

She turned to face him but was interrupted by a shock of pain in her core, making her wince.

"Are you ok?" He sat up to look at her, his voice now filled with worry.

"I'm fine George, just a bit more sore than I expected." She reassured him, placing a hand on his bare chest, her finger running over a scar he'd got when they were 13.

"Very well, let's just rest for a bit more than before I leave." He laid back down beside her, his arm draped gently across her.

20 minutes passed, the sun was now high in the vivid blue sky, shining onto the floor beside her bed, "Ok George, sadly it's time."

He kissed her before standing up, and looked back to smile at her and then exited.

She lay in her bed, her core still aching, processing their night together, no one had ever given her so much pleasure so easily before.

A knock came at her door and George quickly stepped inside and placed a cup on her nightstand. "Healing Draught," he said gesturing to the cup, "Drink, you'll feel better."

He watched as she sat up, grabbed the cup and drink the liquid down to the last drop. "Thank you."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead before exiting again.

It was still quite early so she decided to go back to sleep and leave packing for school to do later.

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The day had come and gone and Harry was due to arrive any moment. The teens, with the exception of Olivia, were all upstairs in Rons room waiting for him.

Olivia, however, was downstairs at her first official meeting as a member of the order.

The front door opened down the hall and in walked Harry, she lit up as he locked eyes with her, and waved with a smile before the door to the room was abruptly closed.

The meeting ended soon after and Olivias friends came down to join them in dinning room for Mollys amazing send off meal.

George and Olivia sat together at the end of the table, his hand on her thigh, out of everyone's sight, moving inward as the meal went on.

Eventually his fingers reached her core, he began circling her clit, painfully slow, as they each made idle conversation with the people around them, though Olivia couldn't focus on anything other than George touching her.

She bit back a smile as his pace increased, rubbing up and down on her most sensitive area every so often.

He moved faster, his pressure varying increasing the sensation with the stimulation.
She was growing closer to coming as the meal came to an end.

Unsure if she'd be able to suppress her moans anymore, she grabbed his hand and slowed his pace. He slowly brought her to finish, pleasure soaring through her body, she let out a sharp breath at the overstimulation.

His hand moved over her leg to grab hers intertwining their fingers, still longing to hold her.

She looked at him, a proud smile on his face as that was the second time he'd made her come that day.

After dinner, the seven friends sat in the living room talking for a while catching up with Harry, before heading off to sleep.

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Olivia laid at end of her bed reading a book, soft music playing, she was excited for tomorrow but nervous given the new responsibilities she would have as head girl of Gryffindor, also excited by the idea of the solo room she would have, and what an advantage it would be now that she was with George.

A knock came from her door. "Come in!" She said, expecting it to be George, she set her book on the nightstand.

Her heart skipped a bit when she saw Harry enter, leaving the door open behind him as he walked in and sat on the edge of her bed.