Mayhem - G.Weasley

16. Riddikulus

Ivy was left rattled for the rest of the day. Every time she even looked at the Weasley boy, her heart began to race. Her palms became sweaty. And not to mention her no-no square started to tingle.

She had let George beat her at her own game. And she got the feeling their little game, was far from over.

But she couldn't show him just how much she wanted to see him play. No, she had to keep on pretending that she didn't want to ravage him every time she heard his voice. Every time she saw him smile. Every time she thought of his large hands around her neck, holding her in place on his lap earlier.

Ivy shook her head. Hard. She tried to get the images and feelings out of her head.

But they wouldn't.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" George nudged from beside her. They were in the hallway, all heading towards their last class of the day—Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Huh?" Ivy wasn't listening, particularly caught on the feeling of his lips sucking behind her ear.

"Well I guess pretty and smart don't go together?" George teased, fingering a strand of her curled hair.

Ivy smacked away his enticing fingers with a growl.

"Watch it Weasley." Ivy couldn't bring herself to look up at him, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

"What's on your mind?" George ignored her reprimand with a laugh.

"Just how close I am to pushing you off of this balcony." She shot out, still avoiding his eyes as she looked anywhere but into those brown orbs.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." George mocked shoving her towards the window.

"You're not trying to hurt my future wife are you Georgie?" Fred grabbed a hold of her robes to keep her from falling.

"Your future wife?" Ivy couldn't help her snort.

Fred hummed in confirmation.

"I'm already in that head of yours." He smirked as he tapped the side of her forehead. "I'm the charm master after all."

"Oh really?" Ivy whirled towards George, unable to help her broad grin from hearing the news.

George's face molded into a scowl. "That's not true Fred."

"You know what..." Ivy interrupted, "I think your charms are working."

She pretended to swoon and fell blindly backwards into Fred's arms.

Fred made a face at George that said "I told you so," before looking down at Ivy.

"But let's get one thing straight here, darling husband." Ivy drawled, biting her lip to keep herself from laughing.

"Anything my dear." His eyes went to her lip pulled through her teeth.

"There's only one charm master here." Her hand snaked up his arm to his cheek. "And it's me."

With a wink she pinched his cheek and fled from his arms.