Embers of the Heart ; George Weasley

Thirteen

Mature Content

I marched right up to George as he sat alone in his dorm. I'd snuck in when some first-year left, then located the boys dormitory, and finding his dorm was actually really difficult. I was just glad that he was alone.

"Alright, sex. me. up." I said, removing my jumper, revealing the cropped tank top I wore underneath. George looked up from his book, his body frozen as he took me in. He slowly closed the book and put it away.

"I'm gonna lock your door." I said, pulling my wand from my trousers. I pointed it at the door, and I heard it click.

"Did you just use non-verbal magic to lock it?" George asked in surprise while I pushed my trousers down, exposing my underwear.

"Yup. Mrs O'Malley taught me last summer."

"Impressive."

"You know what else is impressive?" I asked. "Me, so let's get going."

"Are you sure you want to do it like this?" he asked, but I was already walking towards him, tugging at his own jumper.

"Do you not want to?" I asked, pausing.

"No, of course I want to." he assured me, gently holding my wrist. He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

"Good, because I brought a condom." I said, pulling it out of my bra. I threw it on the bed before moving to straddle his lap. His hands found my hips, his lips seeking mine, and I met him with eager thrusts of my tongue.

I kissed down his neck, rocking against his growing erection which only made me that more confident in this. My fingers found the small hairs at the back of his neck, and I tugged on them, eliciting a moan that went straight between my thighs.

George wrapped his fingers around my thighs, and a moment later, I was on my back with him hovering above me. He gave my thighs a gentle squeeze before lifting a hand to cup my face, and then we kissed some more.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and it seemed that he liked that, as he moaned against. He ran his lips down to my jaw, nudging me with his nose to tilt my head back so he could get better access, and then he sucked on my skin.

"Fuck." I whispered, digging my nails into his scalp. He groaned, thrusting against me, so I did it again.

I felt his hand at the waistband of my knickers, his pinky slipping just beyond it. I rocked my hips, trying to get him to move faster.

"Needy." he whispered against me as he slid his hand down my knickers. I gasped at the feeling of his cold fingers playing with my clit. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he used a hand to open me up more.

"You have no idea." I said around an exhale, biting my lip when he slipped his fingers down my slit, probing against my entrance. "George— Georgie..."

"Call me that again."

"George? Or Georgie?" I teased. He groaned and leaned back down, planting kisses all over my throat as he slid two fingers into me. I let out a heavy breath, rocking my hips against his hand, but he took it slow, teasing me.

"You're so fucking wet." he whispered against my neck. I tugged on his hair, pulling his head back so I could kiss him.

"I wonder why." I joked, pushing him back so that he landed on the floor, but neither of us seemed to care. I followed him, straddling his hips and reaching for the condom. I ripped it open with my teeth before reaching into his trousers and pulling him free.

The sight of him had me almost come undone. He was perfect in every way. Lock, thick, not too veiny and just the right colour. He was beautiful.

"Damn it." he hissed in pleasure when I rolled the condom on, and then I took him in my hand and guided him past my underwear and into my wet heat.