𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

bad day *major smut*

warnings: major smut & unprotected/rough s*x!!
~chillleeee i hope no one I know sees this lmao; also sorry if this is really bad/cringy i'm literally a ✨virgin✨~ 🙊

You sit down at the table for dinner after having a very long and strenuous day. Before you could even greet anyone, you see the tongue of a crazy face flyer shoot at your face and smack your nose. You look up to see Fred holding his stomach with laughter and without hesitation, you reach over, grab the toy out of his hand and throw it on the ground to roughly stomp on it with your shoes, causing it to break into a million pieces. Looking up from your fit of rage, you see the whole section of the table you're sitting at, has grown almost completely quiet, with Fred in absolute shock at your behavior. In response, you simply roll your eyes and get up in a huff leaving the table, shaking with anger.

Okay that was probably a little uncalled for,
you think to yourself as you're storming off to your room.

In your defense, you had had a terrible day and weren't in the mood for Fred's stupid tricks. That's the difference between Fred and his brother George, Fred isn't very good at knowing when enough is enough. So he was unable to tell that you were obviously not in the best mood to begin with.
As you're making your way through the corridors to the common room, you hear brisk footsteps of someone running behind you. You turn around to see your boyfriend, George.

"Hey what in merlins beard was that? Are you ok?" He asks, catching his breath.

"Yeah, I know it wasn't like me, I just haven't had the best of days", you reply.

"Oh ok, well jeez you actually scared me a bit there, practically obliterated that crazy face", he says with a sigh of relief.

You stand there and think to yourself for a swift moment before getting an idea. You reach your hand over to his cheek and gently whisper in his ear, "that crazy face isn't gonna be the only thing getting obliterated tonight... meet me at our special spot at midnight",
you let your words linger for a moment and then turned around and continue walking, with a jittery smile, and blushed cheeks plastered across your face.

George lets out a dry gulp and an anxious head nod, then watches you walk away before turning the opposite way back to the dining hall.

You eventually enter your dorm room, still quite shocked at the words that just came out of your mouth. You're not usually like that, but for some reason, today you were feeling strangely different on many levels.
After waiting in your dorm room, trying to pass time by reading, drawing and simply nervously shuffling around the room, you see the clock read 11:55 pm. You put on your slippers, grab a jacket and make your way out of your room. You try your best to be quiet as you gently tiptoe down the hallways towards the meeting spot. You and George discovered this meeting spot accidentally snooping through the castle one night. It was an old classroom in the basement that had been so untouched there was dust on the windows and storage boxes stacked high in every corner.
Once you arrived to the abandoned classroom, you slowly open the door, since you know it's creaky, and walk into the room. You look around and see that George hasn't arrived yet, causing you to let out a breath of relief. You walk over to the window where there's a table, take off your jacket to wipe the dust off of it and then sit down on the table to wait for George.
A few moments later, you hear the door creak open and in walks George, with a devilish grin submerging across his face as he sees you sitting on the table. He walks over to where you're sitting and stands over you, placing his hands gently on each of your knees.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your wand to put a silencing spell around the room before saying, "take your clothes off".

"W-what?" George stutters, slightly taken aback.