Us ; George Weasley

Seventy-seven

"I am actually going to crucio you."

Marco and Lee were arguing over who's the best at Quidditch out of the four houses. Marco says Ravenclaw, Lee says Gryffindor.

"Oh you're going to crucio me?" Marco mocked. "I'd like to see you try. You're like— smaller than an ant and would need multiple wands to take me down."

"Shut your dumb arse, Mr Partridge!" Lee exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. "I may be small but I'm fast and I'm violent!"

"But I'm tall and I'm stronger and I could take you out in one punch!" Marco argued. The five of us were sitting in one of the compartments on the Hogwarts express, waiting to reach London in a couple of hours.

I was sitting with my back in the direction we were driving, George across from me, sitting next to Lee and Fred was sitting between Marco and I.

I had taken off my shoes and my feet were placed on the seat between George's spread legs. He was gently running a hand up and down my right ankle while his other hand tapped against my left foot while staring at me with his head resting against the wall next to the window.

The only people saying anything were Marco and Lee, seeing as they were bickering. Fred was busy drinking from a juice box, George was probably making sure I didn't have a mental breakdown, and I was thinking about Cedric.

Suddenly Marco made a violent movement, accidentally smacking the juice box out of Fred's hand, causing it to spray all over me. I shrieked, trying to cover my face and the guys all gasped, George clamping a hand over this mouth as they went quiet to see what my reaction was.

Then Marco slowly started laughing and I joined him, now the only sound filling the compartment being our mixed laughs.

Then I accidentally kicked George in the balls and the laughter immediately died as he groaned loudly, cupping his crotch as he leaned forwards, whimpering in pain.

"Oh my god!" I gasped. "George, I'm so sorry!"

I reached out but he held up a hand. "Don't touch me."

I kicked my boyfriend in his balls.

"Ow." Lee hissed as he looked at George while talking to me. "You just ruined all of his children."

"You need to learn not to kick guys between their legs." Marco said, tutting at me as he shook his head.

"You've done this before?" Fred asked and now everyone were looking at me.

"She's done it to me more times than I can count." Marco said. "Since we first met. She's clumsy when it comes to balls. All balls."

I took a deep breath, raising my eyebrows at Marco as I knew he was about to rant.

"Footballs, basketballs, softballs, sperm balls." He said , then let out a laugh. "Cedric knows what I'm—"

The energy in the room changed. Marco's expression dropped and he leaned back while I stared at the floor, then stood up.

"I have to use the loo." I announced. "I'll be back in five."

I left the compartment before anyone could say anything, making my way down the small hallway towards the nearest bathroom

I walked in and locked the door behind me before placing myself in front of the small mirror above the sink.

The bathrooms on the train are actually really clean. They've been spelled to clean themselves every hour.

I ran a hand through my hair, messing up my bangs before I fixed them again. I took a deep breath, grabbing the sides of the sink as I stared at my brown eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

I sighed when I felt my eyes sting from the tears that formed. I kept staring at myself and when I blinked, a tear fell from my lower lashes, rolling down my cheek.

I ran a hand to the back of my neck, rubbing my skin as I stared at myself. My bottom lip trembled and my eyebrows fell into a small frown as more tears stared appearing, a small and suffocated sob leaving my mouth.

Though I was interrupted when there was a knock by the door. I immediately wiped my cheeks, inhaled sharply.

"Allie?" George's voice came from the other side of the door. "Let me in, love."

After taking another deep breath, I unlocked the door, opening it to have George stumbled inside seeing as he had been leaning against it.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"That wasn't very smart." He muttered, pulling himself back up after he fell almost all the way to the floor. I closed the door, locking it again before turning towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "I was just—"

"Crying?"

I scoffed.

"You did not have to call me out like that."

He chuckled softly, biting down on his tongue through a wide grin, then took a step towards me and brought his hands up to cup my face.

"What would you do if I actually came here to pee?" I asked. "Watch me?"

He leaned down to press a kiss to my nose, causing me to laugh and scrunch it up afterwards.

"I'd watch you." He nodded jokingly. "Maybe even praise you."

I knew he was trying to cheer me up and get me on other thoughts because he hated when I was sad. I appreciated it because I too didn't want me to be sad.

"You'd praise me for peeing?" I asked. "Nice. See, this is what I meant by finding couple activities only for the two of us."

A conversation we had a few weeks ago.

George let out a laugh, wrinkles forming by his eyes as he stared down at me. It made me smile.

I'm so in love with him.

He nudged his nose against mine, smiling at me before he found my lips, capturing them with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I pressed my body against his. He ran his hands down my body and wrapped them around the back of my thighs, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his hips while pressing my back to the door.

Our lips moved together, our teeth clashed and we bit at each other's lips while our tongues occasionally met. It has suddenly gone from zero to a hundred but right now I didn't care. I needed some type of affection from him so I could forget everything else that was going on at the moment.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" I broke the kiss for a moment to ask the question before I attached my lips to the skin under his jaw, sucking it in-between my teeth.

"Shut up." he moaned, digging his nails into my skin underneath the material of my skirt.

"I was asking a simple question." I whispered, lapping at his pulse point which I knew always got him. He moaned in response, tilting his head to give me more access and I let out a hum in appreciation.

"And I'm telling you to shut up." he whispered. "If you were too heavy, how would I have been able to lift yous so easily?"

I didn't answer. I kept sucking on his neck, hearing the moans flow from his mouth. My hand ran up into his hair, tugging his head back. Then as I felt him getting hard against my heat, I pulled my lips away from his neck and looked at his face as she opened his eyes. I let go of his hair and instead grabbed his jaw with my hand full of rings.

"I don't want to use you." I said softly, looking at his lips. They looked so fucking kissable.

"How are you using me, exactly?" he asked. "I'm your boyfriend."

"I know." I whispered, my eyes flicking up to his. "But I don't want you to think I'm just using you to get my mind elsewhere."

A small smile formed on his face.

"I wouldn't mind." he assured me. "As your boyfriend, I am available for being used whenever you need me."