Waldosia/// George Weasley

Chapter 23

SMUT WARNING: Proceed with caution...

His bed was on the right side of his room, directly next to the doorway Clover was standing in. But, his back was turned to her. And she was so grateful for that; he didn't get to see her crumble on sight.

She should have said something, anything to let him know she was in the room. That she was watching his hand brush over his tip before sinking down onto the rest of him, watching him groan in pleasure. That the cigarette she had just utterly craved so badly a few moments ago was now replaced with him, all of him. But she couldn't, the words physically died within her throat.

"Fuck," a moan slipped from his mouth and Clover breathed a sharp intake of air.

Suddenly, his movements slowed and his head tilted back even more, giving her a better view of the boy in front of her. Sweat beaded down his toned body and his hair was tousled about messily. Her hand itched to run through his reddened locks and then down his body, soaking in the feel of each and every movement he made. And then her gaze fell down to his hands, large and strong and making himself shake in the best way possible. One of them was palming himself and the other was tightly wrapped around his dick, stroking hard and slow and oh so memorable.

His lips parted as his hips bucked up to meet the stroke of his fingers, and a string of curses slipped through his mouth. Clover couldn't help but take in the intimacy of the moment, the beauty. And god, did he look beautiful. But that's exactly what snapped her back to the reality of it all. Quickly and in embarrassment, she quietly turned around and made to head out of the room. But just as she did, a voice startled her in place.

"If you're going to watch, at least sit down and enjoy the show, blondie," George grabbed his wand and accioed a chair directly in front of his bed, his parted lips now turning into a smirk.

His voice burned her body from the inside out, and her eyes widened in fear. Not because he caught her, but because she felt it. She felt the tiny little fire that had ignited deep in her chest. Clover shut her eyes and turned her back to the boy, not wanting to let him see her cower. Not wanting to let him take away what little power she has left.

"What in Salazar's name do you think you're doing?" She huffed out, trying to douse the heat that rose to her cheeks.

No response, but there didn't need to be. The sound of his hand running up and down his length answered for him. It drove Clover mad, the pounding of his hand, the sweet whispers off his lips, George Weasley coming apart in front of her. But most of all, it drove her mad that it affected her. An ache formed in her body, one that grew larger and larger each time another sound echoed through the room.

She needed everything to stop, it was sickening her in the one way she didn't want it to, "George!"

The sounds grew louder, her body pushing closer and closer to an edge she didn't want to fall off of. Her heart was now pounding in her chest and her mind was flashing with thoughts of George. It was him, it was him, it was him. And that's exactly how she wanted it to be. But Clover was never one to give into her wishes and desires.

"Will you just stop that?!" she snapped, her arms crossed against her chest and her back still turned from the very boy she was talking to, "I came here to apologize and all I get is an invitation to watch you wank. Merlin, you're repulsive."

The fear that filled her before was nothing compared to the sheer terror she faced when the silence came. No more skin against skin, no more whispered groans, no more sound at all. Everything had stopped.

Too scared to move, Clover stayed with her eyes shut and her back faced away in the same position as before. The only thing left to hear was her heart beating rampant in her chest. That was until the bed creaked, then footsteps, then a breath against her neck. Warm and smoky and addictive, a cigarette taunting her.