Iridescence - G.W

5 - Goosebumps

Mr Weasley woke them after only a few hours' of sleep. He used magic to pack up the tents, and they left the campsite as quickly as possible. They walked back through Ottery st Catchpole towards The Burrow in the dawn light, talking very little as they were so exhausted and thinking longingly of their breakfast. As they rounded the corner along the damp lane.

'Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!'

Mrs Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running towards them, still wearing her bedroom slippers. 'Arthur – I've been so worried – so worried-'

She flung her arms around Mr Weasley's neck, 'you're alright' she muttered distractedly, releasing Mr Weasley and staring around at them all with red eyes, 'you're alive ... oh, boys. And to everyone's surprise, she launched herself at Flick and the twins and seized them into a tight hug her head banging off of Fred's.

'Ouch! Mum- you're strangling us-'

'I shouted at you before you left!' she began to sob holding onto Felicitiys hand, 'it's all I've been thinking about! What id You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.Ls? oh, Fred ... George ... Felicity.

'Come on, now, Molly, we're all perfectly OK,' said Mr Weasley soothingly.

The group collapsed into the kitchen chairs, George quickly switching places with Fred so that he was next to Felicity.

The entire breakfast Felicity couldn't focus on anything except George, his hand gripped her thigh gently, never moving. Each time he adjusted his weight or changed his grip butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She glanced up at George yet he seemed fully invested in his conversation with Bill, seeing her looking at them the elder Weasley sent her a wink. George squeezed her thigh making her laugh, which, luckily looked like a response to Bills wink. Hoping that it looked discreet she leant into George, moving her chair closer as if to reassure him. There was no one else he needed to worry about.

Despite wanting to stay and talk to George she found herself not able to spend a single moment with him for the rest of the day. It had been three days since the world cup and she hadn't managed to have a single private conversation with him that hadn't, however, stopped the very intense eye contact the pair had been having across every room they found themselves in.

'Feel like I haven't seen you in ages,' a gruff voice whispered into her ear, as she felt her back make contact with the kitchen door.

'George' she breathed out caught off guard goosebumps covering her entire body.

'Not been avoiding me have you?' he winked,

'As if I ever would,' she replied flirtatiously looking him up and down.

'You look amazing today,' he told her in a hungry whisper he went to say more but was shut up but the sensation of Felicities lips against his, this kiss was different to the first one they had shared. It was more passionate, more sensual. They pulled away briefly and Felicity looking up into his eyes.

'Anyone would think you've got the hots for me Weasley' she said with a dangerous smirk pushing him over to the kitchen table.

'I don't know where you've gotten that idea from,' he smirked kissing her once again his hands roaming all over her body taking in her shape, squeezing her curves. She became putty in his hands melting into his touch soft gasps escaping her lips. His strong hands wrapped around her waist hoisting her onto the kitchen table. The pace changed, no longer so desperate, instead slow and sensual, he pulled away and placed a kiss on her forehead holding Felicity's head in his hands. Searching her eyes for any sense of hesitation he nuzzled into her shoulder and started to kiss her neck leaving bruises of passion dotted from her neck to her collar bones. His hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and reaching underneath, his hands devoured everything they touched leaving trails of goosebumps wherever their skin met.

Felicity couldn't help herself she'd never felt so alive, there was a hunger in everything she did. She wanted George and she wanted him now. She pulled away giggling intoxicated by his rich aroma of smoke and cinnamon and his dark eyes. She reached for his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head discarding it into the sink with a small laugh.

'I like where this is going,' she chuckled reaching to take her shirt off as well. The blush that painted his cheeks was absolutely adorable as his eyes scanned the body in front of him.

However, thoughts of how cute he was didn't last long as he cupped her face and pulled Flick in once more. She could feel the muscles working in his back and the ab lines on his stomach, thank god for quidditch she thought nibbling on his lip with a smirk.

His lips explored her body pulling on her chest and pushing her flat against the kitchen table, her second heartbeat was almost as strong as the one in her chest. His hand fumbled with the waistband of her jeans unbuttoning them and slipping his hand underneath.

A gasp erupted from Felicity's mouth at the touch.

'Don't mind me,' Fred said from the doorway his face cracked into a wide grin, 'just getting a glass of water,' he smirked.

The pair on the table flew apart from each other, Felicity covering her chest her eyes wide in disbelief.

The expression on George's face couldn't quite be described. 'Here you go,' Fred said with a suggestive smile fishing Felicity's top out of the sink and handing it to her.

She grabbed it from his hand and hurriedly pulled it over her head, swivelling on her heels and swiftly walking out of the room. Her ears burning.

'Oh my god,' she said to herself before walking into the lounge and propping herself in between Harry and Ron.