Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

114. Do Not Disturb

George throws the door to his room open, pulling me in quickly. Fred's bed is empty, but Lee's gentle snores fill the room. To my surprise, George's bang of the door doesn't wake up the sleeping boy.

"Godric! Like a bloody cadaver!" George complains, moving to Lee's bed. He shakes Lee roughly; Lee jumps in his bed with a gasp.

"What's going on? You alright? What time is it?" Lee quickly asks, his tired eyes scanning the room. "Mira, are you okay?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his face.

"She's fine. You need to leave." George says, exasperation clear in his voice.

"Why? What's going- oh. Right, I'll sleep on the couch, then." Lee responds, his cheeks turning pink.

I feel my own cheeks blush, and I turn away from him; I'm too embarrassed to look into his eyes, knowing that he knew what George and I were going to do. Lee grabs his pillow and a blanket from his bed, shuffling out of the room noisily. He slams the door behind him, and to my surprise a pair of hands instantly grab me. George unbuttons my coat, letting it drop to the floor.

George roughly pushes me back, leaning his head down to meet my lips as he does. My back gently hits the wall, and George's reaction is to lift me; I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts a hand to my jaw, guiding our kisses.

His other hand rests on the bottom of my thigh, rubbing lightly. "Godric, Mira. You don't know how badly I've wanted to do this. I've missed you so." He whispers in between kisses.

"Take me to your bed and show me how much you've missed me, then." I offer, and his eyes narrow slightly. My voice is slightly slurred, I can hear it in my ears.

"You naughty girl." He whispers back, but he pulls back and carries me to his bed. He sets me down gently, crawling on top of me and kneeling between my legs. He pauses for a moment, staring at my face.

A wave of insecurity hits me. "What is it?" I ask, lifting a hand to cover myself.

"You're perfect. Every little thing about you." He tells me, pushing my hand away. He tucks my hair behind my ears gently, resting his hand on my cheek when he's done.

"Kiss me." I whisper, and he leans down to kiss my cheek. He kisses my other cheek, then my forehead, and lastly, my lips.

My breathing goes shallow; his lips on mine drive me crazy. One of his hands trails down my arm, leaving a line of goosebumps. I place my hands on his strong back, slowly moving my hands up under his shirt. He pulls away and takes his shirt off in the blink of an eye; his carved abs seem even more prominent than they were before.

I lightly reach up to drag my hand across his abdomen, but he grabs my hand and pulls it to his pants. He leads me to his bulge, letting me feel his hardness over the fabric. "The things you do to me. Are you certain you want to do this-" He whispers, but he stops with a soft groan when I begin to rub against him.

I pull away only to grab the hem of my dress, pulling it off of my body quickly. George quickly leans in to kiss me, his hand knotting in my hair. He tugs lightly, and I moan into his mouth. He smiles, pulling away to look at me.

"Are you sure? I don't mind waiting, if you want to. I know we rushed things before." He asks, resting his hands on my bare waist. I just begin to notice the slur in his voice. I nod, which makes him smile wider. He kisses me only once before he kisses my neck, which eventually leads to him kissing me lower and lower.

He gently tugs my underwear down when he reaches my thighs, leaving me with chills that consume me completely. A deep heat begins to stir inside of me, anticipating what George was going to do. He removes my panties completely, bringing a hand to my entrance.