Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Make-Out

Astraea woke up extra early the day of the match, she wanted to be there for her friends, especially George. She started rummaging through her clothes trying to find something warm to wear. At last she decided on a beige, long-sleeved, wool sweater with black leggings and knee-high, black boots. She braided only on strand of her her strawberry, blond air above her head and let the rest of her hair fall naturally down her back (picture above). She left her makeup natural, only adding mascara and a bit of lipstick. She finally smiled and went down to the Great Hall.

Once down she saw the Quidditch team already leaving and George was no where to be seen. She, however, caught a glimpse of Angelina talking to Alicia as they walked out of the Great Hall.

"Hey Angelina, Alicia", she greeted them smiling.

"Hey Raea", they smiled back.

"Good luck today", she hugged them both with they thanked her and hugged her back. "Have you seen George?"

"He went to the changing room", Angelina smirked. Astraea blushed, thanked her and ran towards the changing room.

Once she arrived, she peeked inside to see if anyone there, but there was no one. She sighed as she entered thinking she missed him.

"Looking for someone?" Astraea heard someone say making her jump and turn around.

"Oh I'm-", she started then realized it was George, shirtless, smirking at her.

She blushed as she realized he was shirtless.

"Ummm... I was l-looking for you", she stuttered and he smirked harder.

"Here I am", he said.

"Bloody hell put a shirt on", she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Can't control yourself around me when I'm like this?" he said coming closely near Astraea.

He was towering over her and she can feel her heart beating faster. George put his hand on her cheek and caressed it softly and Astraea's breath hitched.

"Umm... I-i..." Astraea stuttered and George chuckled and leaned down.

He kissed her like no other time, harder and more passionate. He grabbed her hips roughly pulling her close and she tangled her hands in his hair tugging roughly earning a groan from him.

"Oi", they heard someone say making them jump apart.

They turned around and it was Oliver standing there.

"If the tent's rocking please come in knocking", Astraea huffed blushing.

"We have a match and George hasn't finished dressing", Oliver scolded them. "Astraea out".

"Astraea out", she said mocking him but leaving anyway.

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The rain was pouring heavily on Astraea while she stood in the crowd cheering. she wondered how can anyone see while playing. After a while of players not knowing how to go, unable to to see clearly, Wood called for a time-out.

Astraea was soaking wet and shivering, the umbrella doing not a very good job shielding her from the rain. The team then mounted their brooms and started playing again.

Harry was so up in the sky, Astraea was barely able to see him.

"Come on Harry", she whispered worried about him.

Then Astraea spotted them, dementors attacking Harry.

"DEMENTORS", she started yelling and pointing.