Us ; George Weasley

Sixty-three

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Before I went to get the condom, George and I agreed to take it to an actual bed for once. We both knew his dormitory was gonna be empty, so that's where he was waiting for me.

When I got to the dormitory, I pushed open the door to see George leaned back against the poster of his bed. His eyes immediately landed on me and his lips slowly spread into a smile.

Not a predator's smile, though that would be hilarious.

No, he smiled with a mixture of lust and love. We didn't say anything. I closed the door behind me and threw the condom at me. He caught it and took a look at it. When he looked at me again, I had already gotten rid of my quidditch robes that I never got the chance to change out of.

His eyes stayed on my body as I then pulled the jumper off of me and let it drop to the floor. As my hands found their way to undo my trousers, I took slow steps towards him, my eyes staring into his.

"Would you say that I'm a terrible singer?" I asked just as George grasped my jaw and leaned in, his lips inches from mine. His eyes flicked up to mine. "Because William told me I can't sing. He said that I'm a terrible singer."

A breathy laugh escaped George's throat as he threw his head back against the poser, his hands falling down to grab around the waistband of my trousers, tugging me closer to him. He looked at me again, a faint smile showing on his lips.

"So?" I questioned. "George, you need to tell me. Am I ruining your eardrums every time I sing around you?"

He pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is this some kind of trap?" he asked. "If I tell you, you can't get mad at me."

I smiled.

"I could never be mad at you." I told him and ran my fingers into his soft hair. "You're way too handsome. Even if I did try to be mad at you, I'd fail big time."

George smiled slowly as he looked down at my trousers while pulling down the zipper. I noticed that he bit the inside of his cheek which caused me to frown, now knowing exactly what he was gonna say about my singing.

"You kind of sound like a dying cat being dragged through shattered pieces of glass."

Well...

"Okay." I muttered as he pushed my trousers down over my ass, letting go of them so that they fell down around my ankles. I immediately grabbed his jaw to force him to look at my face instead of the lower part of my body. "I need to warn you. I just remembered that I haven't shaved. Neither my legs or my front bottom."

"Your front bottom?"

"My muff."

"Your muff?"

"My honeypot." I sighed, causing George to laugh while frowning slightly at me. "What? What's so funny?"

He shook his head, still laughing.

"Two things, really." he smiled at me. "First of all. You could've just said vagina and second of all, my love... we've been together for four months today. I feel kinda offended that you think I'd care about something as stupid as body hair."

"You don't?"

"It's a natural thing." he said. "We've all got hair on our bodies. It keeps us warm so why should I care that you haven't shaved? You can be natural around me, Allie. I don't judge and I don't care. I probably wouldn't even have noticed it if you didn't mention it."