Us ; George Weasley

One-hundred and twenty-two

Mature content

It was the day of the Defence Against the Dark Arts meeting that we were having in secret.

We were going to meet in something called the room of requirement, also known as the come and go room.

Supposedly it was located on the seventh floor corridor but I had never come across it so it was definitely going to be interesting.

"So we're supposed to walk past the wall three times and think about Harry's meeting room." Fred said when we reached the right wall.

As the five of us walked back and forth, some of us got a laugh out of it, seeing as we probably looked ridiculous, but then a door appeared and Fred entered first, followed by the rest of it.

Immediately I froze. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I took in the large room with chains hanging off the walls and mirrors.

A smirk appeared on my face and I discreetly moved closer to George, tiptoeing to reach his ear.

"Imagine you chaining me up." I whispered, biting my lip afterwards. George's eyes widened and his body tensed up. "That would be so hot."

He shushed me and clamped a hand over my mouth, making me laugh.

"Don't say stuff like that when we're in public." He whispered. "You're gonna get me hard."

"Was my plan." I grinned and backed up before turning my attention to Fred who spoke after Cho had just commented on how fantastic the room was.

"It's bizarre." Fred said and looked at George. "We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then."

"Hey Harry, what's this stuff?" Dean asked from across the room and pointed at the Sneakoscopes and Foe-Glass.

"Dark detectors." Harry responded. "Basically they all show when Dark wizards or enemies are around, but you don't want to rely on them too much, they can be fooled..."

"This is fucking sick." Marco spoke. "You reckon the room can be used for having sex?"

I let out a small laugh but shut up when I saw the looks Marco was receiving.

"Who would you be having sex with?" George asked. "Your fiancé is in London."

"I wasn't talking about me, silly," Marco responded and winked at George who then looked to me with wide eyes.

I simply chuckled and shrugged with my arms folded over my chest.

"Well, I've been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and uh—" Harry stopped talking when he saw Hermione's raised hand. "What, Hermione?"

"I think we ought to elect a leader." Hermione said, causing me to frown.

Isn't the whole point of this that Harry's the leader who teaches us all? Or did I misunderstand something there?

"Harry's leader." Cho said right away as she looked at Hermione like she was mad.

"Yea, but I think we ought to vote on it properly." Hermione said. "It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So — everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?"

Everyone put their hand up, including me.

"Uh— right, thanks." Harry nodded slowly and the wave of hands sunk again. "And — what, Hermione?"

Hermione had her hand raised once again.

"I also think we ought to have a name." She said. "It would promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don't you think?"