Two Years~George Weasley

~4~

   ~ TW: ‼ Slight sexual content ‼ ~

"Spin the bottle,"

"Oh, are you hoping to snatch a kiss from a Weasley, Davies?" Fred asked, his eyebrows raised, he knew exactly what he was saying and he was right. I was hoping to snatch a kiss from a Weasley. 

"Ew gross, I'm not kissing my best friend," Ron blurted out, his look of disgust was enough to make Hermione look despairing and hopeless. In a split second, I saw Hermione's face form from a sorrowful look to a grimace. 

"Well, who would want to kiss you, Ronald!" Hermione looked away and started walking faster than the rest of the group. Ron's confused state was soon wiped away when we got closer to the kitchen. "What is that amazing smell?" Ron said, his cheeks had turned a soft pinkish color and his eyes were closed. He was soaking in the smell of pastries and sweets. I chuckled softly and lead the group through the kitchen. 

"Hello, Miss Davies," called the house elves in unison. "It is such a pleasant sight to see such wonderful younglings!" Delilah said, wiping the counter off with a rag. She looked up once more and saw George standing next to me, "Well, Mr. Weasley how are you today? I haven't seen you since our last kitchen conversation," I looked at George with a smile on my face hoping that the answer to my oncoming questions would be "yes."

"You know Delilah?" I asked. George shifted his attention towards me and matched my smile. "Yes," he replied. I smiled even wider. That's all I wanted to hear. "That's cute," I said. He knows the house-elves. Of course, he does. A sudden rush of boldness overcame me, I grabbed George's hand in mine. I just wanted to hold his hand, to feel his long fingers wrapped around my palm. I felt his hand grow warm. The veins on his fingers were slowly starting to reveal themselves. I could feel Fred's eyes watching me, even worse, I could feel his smirk. 

"Well we have to get going, I'll see you later!" I pulled George towards the exit and the rest of the group followed. Ron was rushing to catch up with us but his robes were filled with chocolate croissants and they were slowing him down as he stuffed some in his face. "Coming," he said, we could barely hear his words from all the food in his mouth. His face was pinker than last time. It was like a little kid in a candy store and it was quite funny to watch. I chuckled at the sight and rolled the barrels to reveal the entrance. 

"Welp, come on in," I said, gesturing towards the door. "Athena we're here!" I yelled. I heard a loud "yay" coming from the front room and walked in right after Ron. I walked the Gryffindors to the front room and introduced everyone. "...and that is Athena as you all know and Theo..." I continued to trail off with the introductions and soon everyone sat down in the circle. 

"Alright, you all know the rules, if the bottle lands on two of you then you kiss, if you refuse the kiss you have to take a shot of Veritaserum and answer a question. Ready?" A couple of hummed responses were heard and then Athena nodded and spun the bottle. 

It seemed like the bottle was spinning forever, the green luminescence spinning on and on and on...

"Ooooo, Anna and Matthew," Athena taunted, as the bottle finally landed on the two of them. They exchanged a worried glance between each other. Anna looked at me and then at Matthew. She collected herself and shrugged before leaning in the circle to kiss him. Matthew did the same and their lips connected subtly and they pulled away as soon as they felt each other's mouth on one another. 

"Rubbish!" The twins yelled in unison. A few snickers were heard across the floor so Anna and Matthew leaned in once again. A few cheers were heard as the two held their kiss for a longer time. No action. "That's a bit better, I guess...Now! My turn!" Fred said, he got all giddy that he fumbled the spin a few times. The bottle started spinning once more and then it landed. 

It landed on me. 

No. 

No, I can't. 

I looked up at Fred but he was already staring at me with a small sympathetic look. He whispered in my ear, "If you don't want to..." I was about to say that it was ok since we were friends but a memorable hand grabbed him away and whispered something in his ear. 

"Seriously George, what is it?" Fred asked, rolling his eyes at his twin. 

"Just take the shot, Fred," George said, but he didn't sound like himself, he sounded temperamental.  "Why?" Fred asked, but he wasn't annoyed this time, he was intrigued. He wanted to hear what George had to say. "Yeah, why? I asked, I was also intrigued. Why was George acting like this? Was he-No. No. He's George, Ron's brother. Your best friend's brother. 

"It's just weird, ok. Why would you wanna kiss Fred?" George asked, he wasn't keeping any eye contact with me. "Don't kiss him," George said, his voice was direct and stern. His eyes were looking at me this time and they had darkened. They were sharp. "Excuse me?" I replied in the same stern and direct tone he had used. "I'll kiss whoever I want," I said, I was getting bothered by his demeanor. Don't kiss him. Who does he think he is. "No you won't," He grumbled. 

I looked at the group who were all bewildered at the argument, except Ron. "Bloody hell, just do something already!" he yelled. "Fine," I looked at George once more before pulling Fred by his loose tie. I crashed our lips together and he soon returned the kiss after sudden surprise and closed his eyes to diffuse the tension. A couple of ooh's were heard around the circle but next to Fred was silent. Of course, it was. Since George was sitting there.

"I'm leaving," George said. Fred and I broke apart. "Oh come on Georgie it's all in good fun!" Fred said, standing up and placing a hand on George's shoulder. George immediately swatted it away and walked towards the barrel door. I was starting to get fucking sick of his attitude. I saw him storm off into the dark kitchen corridors. 

"That's it," I stormed off as well and followed George outside into the kitchen corridors. "Hey! Dipshit!" George turned around and then once he got a glimpse of my face, he turned back around. "I'm talking to you!" I yelled. 

He finally turned around and looked at me. 

"I hear you, I just don't feel like doing this right now!" he yelled back, his arms were over his head as a sign of frustration. He turned back around. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "What is your deal," I asked, my voice a little lower this time but still stern. 

"What's my deal! What's my deal! I'll tell you what's my deal. I am so fucking frustrated Liliana! I can't think straight anymore and it's your fault!" he yelled, stepping closer. 

"How is it my fault!" 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "When I sit next to you in the courtyard, all I can think about is how your eyes glisten in the sun, when I sleep all I can think about is seeing you the next morning! When I am in the shower or when I am dreaming, all of it! I see you and think of you! That's what kind of power you have over me!" He yelled breathlessly and stepped closer once more. I was shocked. My mouth hung open, nothing was happening on the outside of my body but if someone were to see my mind they would think I was crazy. 

Nothing was coming out of my mouth. I stood there hoping something would eventually come out but nothing did. George was tired, I could tell, he began walking away. "No," I finally said. George turned around. "No?" 

"Don't leave," I walked up to him and cupped his face and pushed my body onto his, and leaned him up against the wall. He started kissing me back. He kisses better than Fred. I didn't come up for air once. Our mouths moved in sync. I felt George open his mouth slightly so I entered my tongue. He groaned a soft groan. I felt his tongue fighting with mine for dominance but I soon lost once I could feel his hands trailing up my hips. He pushed his hips and flipped me onto the other side. This time I was up against the wall. I'm not complaining. 

"Let's take this to the next level, yeah?" He said, his voice was filled with pure lust, I could feel it. 

A/N: So...that happened. Thoughts?