Mischief Managed

Chapter 7: Great Hall

(Hints of smut)

The halls fill with people as I walk to the Great Hall, people pushing around me as we all head the same direction. My shoulders lowering as I try to navigate through my classmates, being at least a head shorter than over half of them, my eyes instantly dart to the Gryffindor table after everyone's sat and George's eyes meet mine, I can't help but look back down as I feel my cheeks grow red, the heat rising as I still feel his eyes on me.
I sit in silence as I eat and write back and forth to George in our enchanted book, I instantly read his latest words and slam the book shut, picking my head up to see if crabbe or Draco had noticed but they hadn't. I hear his snicker and I swallow, opening the book again to read what he wrote

"I need your legs over my shoulders baby. Please let me just crawl under that table and please you, you look so unamused, let me fix that."

I eyeball him and he raises his eyebrow with a small smirk, the rest of the lunch was filled with him writing down things to make me squirm in my seat, which earned me a few looks from Draco who had seemingly been reading over my shoulder a little. Eventually Dumbledore came up to give his announcements and I listened to every word he said, listening especially intently about the quidditch match in 2 days, looking over at George who was giving Fred a high five on the seat. Those two were some of the best beaters in Hogwart's recent quidditch history, and everyone knew it. After about 30 minutes of everyone talking and people start filing out I feel a hand snake around the back of my throat, as his voice grows soft as he bites my earlobe "let's get outta here, I need you." George says as he gives my ponytail a soft tug, making me squeak as I get up and grab his hand, following him out of the great hall and to the gryffindor common room.

"Right here."