Another Love, George Weasley

maybe this will cheer you up..

"Is she in there?" A muffled voice asked, making me flutter my eyes open. "Yeah, she is." Another voice responded. I sat up in my bed, looking around to see no Hermione nagging me to wake up.

Why isn't she-

Oh. The memories of last night filled my head quickly, now I remember.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked. I shook my head for about the tenth time tonight. "I didn't put my name in the bloody goblet, Hermione. I've told you this! Why is it you don't believe me?" I mentioned, holding in a scoff.

"You're a Malfoy. Godric knows what you could be doing when nobody's watching" She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Wow. I know my family is a shit show, but you didn't have to remind me!" I remarked, pulling off my champagne colored tank top.

"I didn't say that!" She said in disbelief. I threw a royal blue, fuzzy sweatshirt over my head and sighed, "You didn't have to, Granger" 

That's it, she's on last name basis now.

Hermione stayed in silence, burying her head in Dark Arts: Secret of The Darkest Art by Owle Bullock - as I tugged off my ripped jeans and put on a random pair of tight shorts instead.

I lay down on my bed, pulling the covers over my legs. I closed my eyes for about four minutes, trying to leave me and Hermione's awkward situation. But before I knew it, everything went black, meaning I had fallen asleep.

Hermione probably wants nothing to do with me now, that's why she didn't wake me up.

"Can I talk to her..? Please," the voice said, and I finally realized who it was.

George.

I bolted up from my bed and went to my mirror to fix up my hair. It was in a messy ponytail from last night, and was very loose and destroyed from me tossing and turning in my bed.

I yanked out the hair tie, (which hurt, like a lot) and picked up my hairbrush. 

Hear me out, if my ... whatever he is ... is going to see me this early in the morning, I want to look exceptional, at least.

I brushed out my hair to where there was no knots and tangles left, and continued to listen to the voices.

"Thank you, Hermione. I appreciate it," he said, before the door slowly opened. "Liliana..? Can I come in?" He asked, the door cracked open at least two inches.

"Yeah," I say, watching as he walked in my dorm with a big smile on his face. I quickly returned one back to him, and he sat down on my bed next to me.

"So, The Tri-Wizard Tournament, eh?" He asked, a nervous look now overwhelming his face. "Listen, I... I didn't choose for this to happen. Neither did Harry. We didn't out our names in the cup," I warned, getting a little anxious of how George was going to act.

"Oh, well either way I think its brilliant," he says, "I'm just really.. worried for you, and Harry of course," he says, and I nodded in acknowledgement. "I know.. I'm really sorry. This must be so stressful for you.." I said, slowly frowning.

"Hey! This isn't your fault," George said, "You didn't ask for this. Don't feel like you made it happen." He had a point. If anyone said this was my fault, they were just wrong. Completely, straight up wrong.

"But, this doesn't mean your completely.. safe. You see, someone over seventeen had to have put a sheet of parchment with your name on it in the first place, meaning that they wanted you to be in such a life-threatening situation. Same goes with Harry. You two aren't safe.. I'd keep an eye out," George explained, making me sink all his information in.

He was right, yet again. I wasn't safe. Someone, (over seventeen) was out for me. They want me to be in this tournament, they want me to have a chance of dying, they want me to get stressed out... and they're getting what they want. This isn't fair!

"You're right.." I said, looking over to him. "What am I gonna do? Hermione doesn't believe me, I bet bloody well that at least half of the girls in the Gryffindor common room-" George cut me off with by planting a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. I kissed back, (obviously 🙄) and moved my lips in sync with his.

The kiss started being filled with passion as George's hands found their way to my waist, pulling me onto his lap. "Hey, Liliana?" George asked, his lips still close to mine. "Yes?" I asked, feeling his hot breath fall on my face, making my breath quicken. "Do you want to go to a party with me on Friday night? Like, as a date?" He asked, in which I quickly nodded, "Yes, I'd love to."

His lips curled into a smile before it connecting back with mine. My hands found their place on his neck, and he pulled me closer to him.

He bit on my lip, making me tug his hair slightly. His grip on my small waist growing tighter.

His hands fell from my waist, grabbing my ass, making me gasp into the kiss. He took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

This sly motherfucker.

Our tongues fought against each other, trying to earn dominance. Only after five seconds, I gave up and let George take control.

His hands ran up my sweater, and he started grabbing and stroking my bare skin. My hands decided to find their way to George's shirt, fiddling with the buttons playfully.

He quickly noticed what I wanted and pulled his shirt off in one quick motion. His chest was toned, making me have to stop my eyes from widening.

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to take off my shirt or not, so I kept it on and let him keep touching my skin under it. After about ten seconds, his hands found the clasp of my bra, playing with it teasingly.

I groaned against his lips, but I quickly shut up after I noticed his member growing big under me.

And then it occurred to me, I've never had sex before.

Hopefully George stops. I mean, I don't want him to.. But I just want to go to class, and not be having sex. I mean, imagine what Professor Snape would do if I was late.. Or didn't show up to his class at all.

"Oh fuck, we have to go to class," George said, making me jump up. "Merlin's balls!" I said, before quickly taking off my clothes.

"Damn Liliana, I didn't know you wanted-" I cut George off quickly by saying, "No, no, no! I'm trying to get dressed." Which makes George chuckle.

"Meet you in the common room," he says, before sending me a wink and leaving.

Did I just.. almost have sex with George Fabian Weasley?