Us ; George Weasley

Sixty-nine

Mature content

George hummed against my skin as he planted kisses along my shoulder. He had brushed my hair away to gain access and was now leaned over me while I was doing homework in the library. He'd suck my skin in between his teeth, then let go of it and brush his nose against the area before finding a new one.

When I felt his hands run down over my clothed stomach, finding their way to the button in my trousers, I knew exactly what his plan was.

"Would you look at that?" he whispered against my skin, biting down on it and making me whimper as I dropped the quill in my hand. "Didn't know you were that serious about public sex turning you on."

He remembers that?

We're in June and I told him that months ago.

Right, we're in June.

June 22nd.

Yesterday was my brothers eighteenth birthday and in a few days, the last task takes place here at Hogwarts. Not a lot of things has happened since April.

Marco and William didn't get back together and Marco slowly started getting better to the point where he's the old him again, though he still misses William. It's obvious. William on the other hand – he's gone back to acting like he's not actually gay. I think changes scare him. He's almost finished with school and he's scared of getting cut off by our dad for not wanting to be an Auror so he's put the facade back up.

He even went on to write our dad that it was all a phase. That he's straight and is dating Beatrice Haywood from Hufflepuff. He's not lying about that. He is dating her but I know he's not happy.

I know my brother and I can see it on his face. He wants to be with Marco and he wants to be able to be open about being gay again without being judged by our father.

Then there's the thing with Fred and Lee. Fred dumped Johnson but he didn't do anything about his feelings towards Lee and Lee seems really clueless, though it's quite obvious he has a thing for Fred too.

Sometimes they get really playful towards each other and George and I will just send each other knowing looks.

"Can I touch you?" George asked as he played with the button in my trousers. "I can basically feel the heat coming from you right now, baby."

I hummed.

"Babe, you don't have to ask me every time." I whispered with a smile, turning my head to look at him. "I love that you do but from now on, if you want to touch me, just do. I'll tell you no if I'm not in the mood."

"Okay." he smiled, pressing his lips to mine as he undid the button and pushed his hand into my trousers, but just as he got the chance to touch me, Marco came marching towards the table. George quickly removed his hand and I sighed loudly, the two of us looking at my friend.

"Hi guys!" he grinned. "I just got the order from Robin. He snuck some of the alcohol out of my dads wine cellar."

"Robin?" George asked. "Isn't he like – eight?"

"Nine." Marco corrected him. "He's turning ten in October."

I discreetly buttoned my trousers while looking at Marco who took a seat across from me while George stood behind me, hands on my chair.

"He also sent some party supplies." Marco added and I nodded in response while grabbing the quill I had dropped on the table. "So before the task, we're going to decorate our common room and when Cedric wins, we'll bring him back to celebrate with the whole school in the Ravenclaw common room. How does that sound?"