Hp smuts

George Weasley- Quidditch

I flew over to the field with a few of my friends on our brooms. Tonight was a huge Gryffindor vs Slytherin game. We all have been talking about this game for weeks. As I neared the field, I saw stands which were already packed with people. Cheers could be heard from all around. It was lightly raining outside, but that didn't bother anyone.

I stood next to Hermione in the stands and made small chat with her, but all that was on my mind was one of the beaters up there on his broom. Most people would describe him as the quieter twin, or the lesser known twin. To me, George is his own person, and my favorite person. We have almost every class together because we're in the same year. We make sure to sit together and I always end up laughing when I'm with him. If it's either a stupid prank or a dumb little joke, even on my worst days, George makes me smile.

For the past few years, George had flirted with me a ton and we've kissed before for truth or dare in the common room during parties. But this year, there's just something else between us that makes me feel things. Things I haven't felt before with anyone else.

I looked up again and realized George was looking right back at me with that bloody smile plastered across his face. Soon, the announcer finished announcing names and the game started. Slytherin was in the lead and a bludger was going straight towards Ron. George hit it away. Harry's head flashed towards the shiny gold of the snitch, and him and Draco chased after it together. Another bludger was headed towards Harry, but Fred blocked it.

I looked around to see where George went when I realized a rogue bludger was headed straight towards me. I couldn't get away, I was surrounded by people. I closed my eyes and braced for it to hit me, covering my head with my arms. I fell backwards but never felt the impact of the bludger.

"Hey y/n?" I heard the familiar voice. "My darling, are you okay?" George was calling from above. He had hit the bludger away from me. I nodded at his question and he reached out for my hand. I took his and he stuffed a piece of paper into my fist and smiled at me. George then turned around and continued hitting bludgers away from his teammates.

I felt the note and then opened it, revealing his handwriting.

Meet me in the locker rooms 10 minutes after the game. Don't be early, don't be late. -G

I blushed and stuffed it back into my pocket, continuing to watch the rest of the game.

Soon enough, Harry caught the snitch and Gryffindor won. George and Fred did a cute little handshake and they all headed back to the locker rooms. I started making my way down with my broom.

As soon as I knew it, it was 10 minutes past the end. My nerves grew as I made my way towards the Gryffindor locker room. I opened the door and all the nerves went away. All that was left was blush on my cheeks.

There, standing next to the lockers, was George Weasley, shirtless, staring right at me with his stupid little smirk. He was toned, well toned. I walked closer to him and gave him a huge hug.

"George, congrats on the victory," I said while looking up at him, our height differences making him look down at me at the same time. Not going to lie, I thought that he'd smell, but he just smelled like cinnamon like he always does.

"Thanks y/n." He practically whispered to me. Blush swept through my cheeks realizing how close we were.

George held me even closer, making our bodies touch. He then leaned down and I felt his soft lips on mine. This was pure bliss, no alcohol, no dares, just us.

Soon enough our single kiss turned into a make out sesh. Thank god no one else was in the locker rooms. I never wanted it to stop when I then heard George say...