Changes: {George Weasley}

First night

We watched Howl's Moving Castle, George was more impressed with how the television worked and said that the portrayal of a wizard was way off, he was alluded by it. Afterwards, I bathed and laid down on the bed waiting for George to finish showering. The thought of sharing a bed with him felt weird. A few minutes after that, George came out with a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, thankfully.

"I put clothes on just for you." He said.

"Thank God." I said. I know what you're thinking. Gianna, what were you wearing? For certain, it must've been some sexy lingerie thing. Nope. I only brought a huge Rolling Stones shirt with
short-short pyjama trousers.

"Now what?" George asked.

"We sleep." I said.

"You're so boring."

"Thanks." I said. "You take this side." We both laid down facing the opposite way.

"Is cuddling an option?" George asked. I turned around to face him.

"No." I said and turned back around.

"C'mon." He said. "Just a little." I sighed and he pulled himself closer to me and placed an arm across my chest. The fact that I was so close to him got me all hot and bothered. He fell asleep quickly whereas I couldn't fall asleep. Feeling his breath on my neck. Just a few hours earlier he kissed me and now we were in the same bed. He shifted and his fingers grazed my body when he did, sending shivers up my spine. Eventually, I just had to get out of there and clear my mind. I went to the bar and had a few drinks but later returned to my room. I tried my best to not wake him up but the door closing did it for me.

"Where were you?" He asked groggily.

"I couldn't sleep so I went to the bar." I said and yawned.

"Get back here." He said. I did and he, once again, closed the gap between us. I fell asleep after a while. I woke up to two very strange scenarios. George, still asleep, was cupping my breast for once. Someone sure is a little handsy. And even worse, I felt something poking my back. I shifted but that only made it worse, he was becoming aware. He squeezed my boob as if he were trying to figure out what it was that he was holding and his eyes shot open.

"Oh my word, Gianna. I'm so sorry." George said. I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the bed.

"I'm going to shower. Please take care of that." I said, pointing at the tent in his pants.

"Sorry. Morning wood.." He said with a guilty expression.

"I don't mind, just as long as when I'm finished showering you're decent." I said. Honestly, it turned me on but I couldn't just give into that so easily. I quickly entered the bathroom and turned the water on. I washed my teeth and used the bathroom and later stripped down. I felt the warm water fall on me and tried to get my mind off of what was happening in the other room. I stayed in the bath for a bit longer, giving George a little more time. As I finished, I wrapped a towel around my body with only knickers under it as I had forgotten my clothes.

"George, can I come out?" I asked from the bathroom.

"Yeah." He said. I went out of the bathroom and George's eyes travelled to my body. I didn't have the best body, I knew that but how George was looking at it made me feel way more confident. "Honestly, are you trying to tease me now, Lucifer Sam?" Pink Floyd reference, that boy sure knows.

"No, that was entirely unintentional." I said. "Didn't I give you time to jerk off while I showered?"

"It didn't really feel right to wank with you next to me." He said. I chuckled and went over to the wardrobe, which was out of George's view, and let my towel fall. I could hear him getting up, maybe at the curiosity of what was I doing. I quickly grabbed a dress and put it over my body before he could approach me.

"I'm going to eat then." I said. "You know, so I can give you your privacy." He nodded.

"Sorry." He muttered before leaving to the bathroom. I was sort of turned on at the fact that I turned him on. I took the lift to the floor where the breakfast was being served and sat down to eat. I couldn't help but cringe at everything that happened yesterday. I felt myself blushing. I zoned out and when I came to be, Ron was sitting next to me attempting to get a reaction out of me while Hermione ate.

"Took you long enough." Ron said.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "My mind's elsewhere today."

"Yeah, no. I could see that." He said.

"So, Gianna. I haven't seen George once since we got here." Hermione said. "Where'd you leave him?"

"He's up in our room." I said. "I was starving so I decided to come down while he showered but he should be here in no time."

"But George's always 'fashionably' late so..." Ron said. Just a few minutes later George came in through the door and greeted Ron and Hermione before turning his attention towards me. He almost kissed me but stopped himself right before and instead kissed my cheek. He sat to eat next to me exchanged conversations with Ron and Hermione but still seeming extremely flustered and embarrassed with me. To the point where our legs brushed and he jerked his away faster than Wally West could.

"The weirdest thing happened to us." Hermione said. "They gave us a room with two beds."

"Really?" I said. "They gave us one with a single bed. That makes sense, they messed up the Weasleys."

"Would you like to change rooms?" Ron asked.

"No." George said. "I mean, we've already unpacked and everything. Tonight's our last night. It'll be sort of pointless."

"Yeah.. that's true." Ron said.