Darling, You're Mine

War

A/N: I know some of y'all are not rooting for my man George, so just trust the process okay. Enjoy :)
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A month. A month of constantly being around George to avoid my heartbreak. A month of not talking. For the first week Draco would try, but I refused to budge. I still had self respect.

I wasn't broken, because I wouldn't let myself be. I was always with someone. During the day, I would be with friends, and at night George agreed to stay with me. He never fell asleep until I did.

"Good morning." George whispered. As usual he made sure that he was awake before I was.

"Morning." I said plainly. My energy levels had been extremely low.

"Do you need help getting dressed this morning?" Sometimes it felt as though George was taking care of his grandma when he took care of me. Given I felt pretty close to death, it didn't seem so far off. I hadn't been able to eat, and my strength was just gone.

"Please." I admitted lightly. George had memorized my closet and dresser drawers. He pulled a white blouse out of the closet, and grabbed a plaid skirt with Gryffindor colors out of my drawer.

Slowly, he slid his boxers off my body, and I couldn't help but shiver. Especially knowing he was staring at my body. Right as he began to slide the skirt on, I stopped him. He dropped the skirt on the ground in a trance. I lightly tugged at his hair, pulling him up.

"Can I?" He asked hovering over my thighs, waiting.

"Yes." I breathed heavily. He laid a kiss on my thighs, and slowly moved inwards. After a month of no sexual contact, I was practically hyperventilating.

He laid a kiss on me right over my laced white panties, and I let out a moan when I felt him smirk against me. He pulled my panties to the side.

"You're so fucking wet already." He smiled before going in. His tongue wiped everything away so that it was all in his mouth. Who would've thought George Weasleys tongue could be so fucking magical. Well actually, everyone did.

"G-George." I moaned for him, but we both jumped when we heard a knock at the door.

"Not now!" He yelled, going back into me with his tongue. Clearly eager.

"W-Who is it?" I yelled out, trying not to moan.

"It's Harry!" Came a yell from the other side of the door. "It's important you guys come on!"

"Yeah sweetheart, cum on." George smirked, still eating me out. His vibration made it impossible not to moan.

"Give me literally only two minutes Harry! Maybe just one! Muffliato!" I gave in, and let my moans fill the room as George ate me out like an animal. "Fuck! George!" He began to suck as my moans encouraged him, and the messier her got the better it felt.

"Cum sweetheart." I felt the knot in my stomach release, and my back arched so far up that it would've hurt if I hadn't been feeling such intense pleasure.

"Ohh George! Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!" I screamed as my cum came out into his mouth, which he gladly swallowed like candy. "Oh my god." I said breathing heavily as his lips left me.

"I'd say you enjoyed yourself darling?" He smirked.

"Very much." I exhaled, still out of breath. I stood up not thinking, and fell to the ground. George laughed, but then helped me back on the bed.

"I'll take credit for that." He smiled, sliding my skirt on, and then removing his t shirt to put on my blouse. After casting the counter-jinx for jelly legs on me, the two of us went to see what Harry said was so important.