Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 6: Having & "The Talk"

Juni's POV:

"So, Love," George sighed, draping an arm over my shoulders as we walked down the halls, "What are you thinking about the plan I proposed to you?"

"Plan?"

"Yes, the plan Fred and I came up with the put our names in the goblet!" He whisper-shouted at me.

I sighed, shaking my head, "You know how I feel about it."

"No, I know you don't want us to put our names in there, but I don't know how you feel about the plan itself. You're one of the smartest people we know, besides ourselves, so, we value your input on such matters."

"If you want to know if I think the aging potion will work, then the answer is no," I huffed, "I'm sorry George but, Dumbledore set the age line, plus, if you aren't seventeen, Crouch isn't going to let you compete anyways. Either way, it's futile."

"Come on Love, are you telling me that you aren't even the slightest bit curious to see if it actually works?"

"Of course I am, but at the same time, we know next to nothing about this stupid tournament other than the fact that you could die and I'd be left without you as soon as I was finally able to get with you."

"You haven't quite gotten with me yet, if you know what I mean," He said, wiggling his eyebrows, "Not that I could ever tell you no."

"Merlin's beard George, we've been dating what, a few days, and you're already trying to get up my skirt?"

"Love, you know I was only taking the piss," He laughed, pulling me closer to his side as I tried to pull away, "We'll take that part at your pace. I've gotten this far with just my hand, I think I can go a little longer."

"That's literally disgusting George," I said, but I couldn't help but laugh, "I don't need to know what you get up to when you're alone in that dorm of yours."

"So you're saying I haven't completely won you over with my sex appeal yet?"

"George!"

"What? Do girls not handle their urges or something? Have I been lied to?"

"Of course we do, but we don't go shouting it about the halls of Hogwarts," I said giggling, but also feeling slightly embarrassed to be discussing the subject in such a public area.

"So you've had urges?" He asked, grinning so hard I thought his face was going to split in half.

"Can we talk about something else please?" I asked, rolling my eyes, "This is not a proper conversation for where we are walking."

"You're right, this is definitely something we need to talk about out on the pitch while the whole school watches."

"I would rather not discuss it at all," I whisper-shouted at him.

"I think you just don't want to admit that you've had urges about me," He said winking, "But I hear you loud and clear, I guess as your boyfriend, I am not important enough to hear about such things."

"Just because I don't wish to discuss my solo sexual exploits with you does not mean you're not important."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you about mine?"

"Merlin's bollocks George-"

"No, I think we're talking about mine actually."

"You're foul, you know that?"

"Oh come on, we're practically wizarding adults, why can't we talk about this?"

"Because..." I started, but stopped, too embarrassed of the words that were going to follow.