Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

Two of Two

Just a few days after your date with Fred, George found you nervously with the same proposal. You laughed a bit, asking if they planned this out, and not to your surprise, they had. They both talked about taking you out and doing something special to them.

You didn't know what George had in store either, but you trusted him to just go with it.

George came all the way down to the Hufflepuff common room to meet you. When you stepped outside, you were hit with a wave of deja vu. 

He was dressed pretty similarly to Fred that one night, and if you hadn't seen the two moles on his neck, you might have thought that it was Fred.

He held his elbow out for you to take it, and when you slid your hand through his arm, you easily fell in place with your head against his shoulder. 

"Going to tell me where we're going yet?" you asked.

"Nope." His smile was sly and mysterious. You never knew what you were going to get with these two.

George led you to an unfamiliar part of the castle.

He stopped when you reached an entryway that was blocked by a statue. It was of a gangly, old man with thin, grayish-brown hair and a long, thick mustache. He leapt to life when you got closer and asked for a password, which George supplied.

"Spunky mustard," he said confidently.

The statue bowed his head slightly and moved aside to show the entrance. You felt that you were breaking dozens of school rules, but you rushed inside anyways.

"Spunky mustard?!" you cried out in laughter.

"Dumbledore always has the taste for the oddest passwords."

Upon entering, your breath stilled for just a moment while taking in the wondrous beauty of the place. Near floor to ceiling stained glass windows with mermaid art, a bathtub probably the size of a small pool, at least 50 faucets, white and brown marble flooring, towels and plush robes all around, and a stunning dome ceiling. You had never seen anything like it.

You made your way over to a small shelving unit by the towels and robes. There were oils, salts, bubbles, you name it. 

"Is this the Prefect's bathroom?" you asked. "How did you even get access?"

"I know a guy," he winked.

You walked over to the dozens of water taps and, unsure if any did anything special, you started to turn random ones on. Finding that they were all just water, you let them be and walked back to the robes. 

George was already halfway undressed, and you felt the air in your lungs still as you took in his body once again. It was perfectly chiseled and toned in all the right places. You followed suit in undressing, and for some reason, you felt nervous. 

He had seen you naked before, but this was so much more intimate. You tried to shake the insecurities out of your head and just finish stripping.

Slowly you climbed into the hot water which felt akin to being in a jacuzzi. You felt immediately relaxed. The water filled at a ridiculous speed, but you suppose that's magic. Happy with the water level, George made his way around the enormous tub and turned off the taps one by one. Finally, you sat down, water reaching just above your breasts, and you laid your head back onto the edge and closed your eyes.

George sunk into the water as well and came to sit next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you relaxed into his embrace. He kissed the top of your head and whispered into it. 

"Would you like a massage?"

"Oooh, yes please," you mumbled.

George pushed on your waist to stir you from your position, and you moved to sit in front of him between his legs. You immediately felt his dick twitch a little against you.