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It was a fitful night, most of it spent staring into the darkness or jerking awake from a bad dream that I couldn’t quite remember. By the time Fred woke, I had been up for three hours, reading to try and distract myself. 

“What Muggle story has got your attention this time?” Fred teased, trying to test the waters and see where my head was this morning.

“ Wuthering Heights.” I muttered. I’d read it before, and I had others right next to it on my bedside table, but I felt compelled to pick up this well-worn book and reread it for the umpteenth time. 

“Which one’s that again? The one with the fairies, and Satyrs, and all those people falling asleep all the time? Or the doomy gloomy ‘nobody wins in love’ one by that girl from Yorkshire?”

I sent him a quick glare, but couldn’t stay annoyed at him. “The second one.”

“You’re really not helping yourself, you know that, Georgie.” 

I knew it. He knew it. But yet I read on. Fred left me to stew while he went for a shower, and by the time he got back I had finished my chapter and was ready to head to the Entrance Hall. That’s where we said we would meet the two girls. We had all decided it would be best to fill Angelina in with the plot, as she could act as the shoulder to cry on after the fake-up. I waited with Fred by the large hourglasses in the corridor, waiting for them to arrive. My stomach was churning and I suddenly felt like this was all a huge mistake. 

“Maybe I should head back upstairs. You could just say I’m too ill to go?” I said to Fred, trying to convey that it wasn’t, in fact, a terrible idea. 

“George, you have to do this sooner or later. Just get out of your head, or your heart - or your fucking dick if that’s what’s running the show - and either tell her how you feel, or do the whole break up spiel and everything goes back to normal.” 

I was about to retort that nothing would be normal again, when Fred tapped me on the chest with the back of his hand to let me know the girls were approaching.

I turned around with a smile on my face, knowing full well that it didn't quite reach my eyes. I held out my hand, and was immensely glad that she took it straight away, so no one would see my trembling fingers. The four of us walked the route to Hogsmeade with light chatter and playful banter, just like the many times we had done it before. Except this time, I knew, my walk back would be much less jovial.

The Three Broomsticks was full of students from various years, relationships ranging from budding romances, to actual anniversaries were on show around the room. Fred took Angelina to a small table beside the bar, while I led her over to the booth we had occupied the weekend before. 

I tried hard not to look tense. Judging by her look of concern, I failed miserably. “This has been one weird week, hasn’t it?” 

“It has.” She replied. I knew I was putting a bit of a wall up, maybe she thought I was just trying to get the signal out to our classmates of our impending theatrics, but the glance she sent my way showed she picked up on my coldness.

“Thanks for going along with everything, George. I realise I haven’t thanked you yet.” 

With a wave of my hand, I brushed off her gratitude. “It’s nothing. Just helping a mate.” You fucking liar.

She cast an eye over me, frowning slightly. “Are you okay?” She asked, reaching over to take my hand. 

I pulled away, sighing. “Maybe we should just get this over with, now. No point dragging it out all day.” I glanced around the pub. “Besides, there’s plenty of people here to perform for.” 

“Oh, okay.” She seemed taken aback by my changing the plan. We had agreed to a short date, followed by some bickering, leading to a big argument in the Great Hall and breaking up as the finale. “Um, do you want to start?”

No . “I just think it’s best we go back to being friends.” I said it louder than my usual speaking voice, catching Fred’s attention immediately. “ This ,” I gestured between the two of us. “was a mistake. We should never have done it!” My voice rose, and the anger that I was feeling, that I knew was written on my face, was far too genuine for my liking. She saw it too, her face growing pale. Shit, I’ve completely fucked up our friendship.

“You seemed happy enough to say yes at the start!” She shouted back, losing all sense of what our original story was supposed to be. I vaguely registered Fred turning in his chair.

“Well, maybe I shouldn’t have!” I stood up, breathing heavily through my nose. “I can’t do this; I can’t fake my feelings anymore! It’s getting too intense!”

Her face crumpled slightly, her eyes burning at my words, and I knew they hurt her. They were hurting me , far more than I would care to admit. She grew more agitated. “Oh, you were faking ?! It certainly felt fucking real!” 

I blinked at her insinuation. Then words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. “Yeah, well, that’s ‘cause I was imagining someone else.” 

You fucking cunt, George Weasley. 

She stared at me, speechless. It felt like a knife twisted in my gut. “Fuck you.” She spat out. “Fuck you!” She stood up suddenly, and I stepped back, seeing the fury in her face. 

The anger in my eyes melted slightly, remorse taking its place. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word. Fred moved cautiously to stand next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

“Shall we get some air, Georgie?” He suggested gently. I nodded, and we left without saying another word. 

As soon as we stepped outside into Hogsmeade, I began striding back to the castle. I could hear Fred calling me, but kept walking. Seconds later, I felt his hand grab my arm, and he swung me around to face him. 

“What, Fred?!” I bellowed. “Wasn’t that a good enough job?! Can’t we just all go back to being pals now?” I cursed the tears that started to form in my eyes. 

“Come here.” Fred went to pull me in for a hug, but I pushed him off. “Oi! Don’t get at me!” He snapped. “I’m just trying to help! If you can’t work things out for yourself you have to speak to me. I can’t help you if you won’t talk , Georgie!” 

It was at that moment that I spotted her running down the main street, no doubt heading back to school. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see the tears streaming down her face. 

“You can’t help me.” I said to my twin, my shoulders slumping. “I’m fucked.”

This time, when Fred reached out to drag me into a hug, I didn’t resist. I let him hold me as the tears I had so badly wanted to keep inside began to fall. 

“I’m here, Georgie. I’ll always find a way to help you.” Fred said to the side of my head, patting my back. 

We stood there for a few minutes, until the bite of the wind began to sink into our bones, and we headed back to school. The walk was mostly in silence, Fred punctuating it every now and then with a quip or comment to ascertain where my mood was at. By the time we walked through the doors into the warm Entrance Hall, I didn’t feel better, but at least I’d stopped crying. The last thing I needed was for Ron or Ginny to see me in that state, and ask questions, make jokes - or worse - try and comfort me. Fred deposited me in our dorm, and said something about going to speak with Angelina. I nodded, sitting on my bed. Resting back against the headboard, I pulled my knees up and hugged onto them, comforting myself as the tears started to fall again. By the time Fred returned half an hour later, I had already begun to drift off to sleep. I vaguely registered my brother pulling the blanket off his bed, as I was curled up on top of mine, and throwing it over me as I succumbed to the emotional exhaustion.

***


“Are you sure this is a good idea, Freddie?” I asked for the fifteenth time, as I watched him light the last of the candles.

“If she has any feelings for you, isn’t it worth telling her?” Fred said, straightening one of the blankets before standing up to admire his handiwork.

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then you’ll know. You’ll have that closure, and be able to move on.” He reasoned, smiling sadly at me. 

I hear a door close somewhere far below us, and the sound of voices echoing up through the Bell Tower. 

Panic began to crush my chest. “I can’t do this, Freddie. Not after earlier.”

“You can,” Fred put a hand on both my arms, and leant his forehead against mine. He’d calmed me down like that for seventeen years, and yet this time my heart continued to race. “Just take a breath, Georgie.”

I did, and let it out slowly. The voices below us were getting louder. 

“Go on, up.” I heard Angelina say, presumably prompting a less than willing participant to start climbing the stairs.

“I’m not a fucking broom.”

I smirked, a slight exhale of laughter leaving my nose. Fred kept his hands where they were, holding me in place to stop me passing out or jumping down and hoping one of the bells broke my fall. I could see the light shining from Angelina’s wand vanish, and knew they must be just below us. My entire body began to tremble. 

“Easy, Georgie-boy.” Fred whispered calmly. “Just relax, if this is meant to be, it’ll be.

She came into sight behind Fred’s girlfriend, and halted as soon as she saw me. 

“Angelina, why-”

“Just hear him out.” The taller girl said firmly, pushing her up onto the wooden platform. 

“Let’s leave these two to it, Ange. Besides, we have a room at the Broomsticks waiting for us.” Fred took Angelina’s now available hand and they ran quickly down the stairs. 

She crossed her arms, looking at the floor by my feet. I didn’t feel any more comfortable than she seemed to be, and shifted my weight between one foot and the other. 

“So?” She prompted me. 

“Uh,” I started. My voice sounded hoarse. Almost like I’ve spent the afternoon crying. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Do you want to sit or-”

“Standing’s fine.” 

I nodded, swallowing. “Okay, then.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry about the things I said.” I waited to see if she would throw my apology back in my face. When she raised her eyebrows impatiently, I took it that I should continue. “I said what I did because I thought it was best. I thought it was what you wanted.” 

“I didn’t realise you were going to be so cutthroat.” She muttered. 

“I shouldn’t have been.” I admitted, my shoulders slumping, and I found I was completely unable to meet her eyes. “I broke your rules, and I blamed you for it.”

“You only fulfilled your side of the bargain; you didn’t break any rules.” She took a step forward, looking like she wanted to comfort me. 

Let her, you idiot. But I took a step back. I had to finish what I needed to say.

“I did.” I looked at her then, and she seemed unable to tear her gaze away from mine. 

“Which one?” She asked, sounding genuinely clueless. 

“You said we had to keep it purely theatrical. No complications. No feelings.” I watched her, waiting for it to dawn on her. There were all kinds of thoughts that I could practically see flying through her head. Then came doubt. She doubted what I was saying could be true. I nodded. “I’ve got some pretty complicated feelings.”

She looked at the ground again, her cheeks pinking up. “You said you were thinking of someone else when…when we were…” 

I sighed at my idiocy, and closed the gap between us, holding her upper arms and trying to get her to face me. “I was so fucking stupid to have said that. Last night, with you, I’ve never felt that with anyone else. All I could think about was you. I replay it in my mind because it’s the only thing that’s felt real to me all week. The only time I thought you might possibly feel the same.”

Well, there we go. I’ve said it now. When she finally raised her eyes to meet mine, I felt a sickening mix of hope and sheer terror. I swallowed, the silence seeming to drag on for hours, but in reality could only have been a split second. 

“Of course I do, George.” It came out as a sob, as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me down to meet her lips. 

I felt so much relief flooding through me I almost didn’t register that she was pulling away, uncertainty on her face from my lack of a response. Quickly rectifying the situation, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and picked her up. She let out a squeal, followed by a fit of giggles that had me laughing along with her. As soon as I placed her feet back on the ground she hooked her arms around my neck, keeping me close. I broke away from her briefly, kneeling down and prompting her to join me on the blanket and cushion covered floor. Cupping her head with one hand, my other arm around her back, I gently lowered her to the floor. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her waiting mouth. She ran her tongue over my lip, and it took every ounce of self-restraint I had not to throw caution to the wind and fuck her senseless. I reminded myself she had only done this once, and it was yesterday. She would probably be sore, even if she didn’t tell me. I kissed her again, flicking my tongue into her mouth, relishing the sweet taste of her. The slight whimpers she was making had my heart skipping a beat. No girl I had been with before had been so responsive to me. It had always felt almost like a mutual transaction, a brief rush for release and then carrying on with our days. The way she was reacting to the simplest of touches made me realise how much I had been missing. It almost made me feel desirable. I mentally shook my head at this notion, instead focussing back on her. I pulled back slightly, looking down at her face, her blissed out eyes seeking my own. 

“George,” She whispered, clutching her fingers in my hair and tugging me back down to her. “Please.”

Well, fuck if I could deny her now. I dove back in, kissing her already swollen lips, trying hard not to grind into her. Her fingers were reaching for my jumper, and I steadied her hands, kissing the back of one in what I hoped was a gentlemanly way.

“No need to rush, we’ve got as long as we want now.” I spoke quietly, so as not to break the spell I felt I must be under. “We don’t have to do it tonight; it might be too soon for you.” 

“But I want you,” She protested, rolling her hips into mine. “I don’t care if it hurts.”

I shook my head. “I do.” Hesitated a moment, before a grin spread across my face. “There’s plenty of other things I could show you though.” 

Her eyes glinted at me in the candlelight, curiosity and desire burning inside her. She nodded, and tugged my hair until I kissed her again. She was moving her lips against me like we had been doing this for months, not days, her mouth slotting with mine like the most natural thing on Earth. I felt my dick twitch in my trousers. It had been solid since she had flung her arms around me, but I pushed my own needs to the back of my mind. There would be a time in the near future where we would be able to fuck each other sensless, but tonight was not that day. Pulling away from her lips, I trailed my kisses to her ear, sucking her earlobe and grazing it between my teeth. Her sighs grew louder, and she clung to me, her fingers tangling further into my hair. And Mum said it was getting too long again. I’ll have to grow it even longer, just for this purpose. I began to undo her shirt buttons, and sat back to lift the hem of her top over her body. She took it off quickly, and began reaching around to unclasp her bra. I took her hands away from the material, and pinched the hook-and-eye fastening, watching with satisfaction as the article pinged open and slid from her body. 

“I wasn’t lying last night,” I said, awestruck by her perfect body. “These are the best tits I’ve ever seen.” 

“Even better than Alicia’s?” She asked. She sounded jovial, but there was a slight sense of insecurity in her eyes. 

“Godric, yeah.” I breathed out. “There’s no competition against these.” I seized one of her breasts in each hand, rubbing over her nipples gently until she relaxed back onto the floor. I replaced my hand with my mouth, kissing over the firm, soft flesh, gradually getting closer to the centre. Her breath hitched as I licked her nipple. I watched her face as I sucked it into my mouth; how her eyes were shut, her brows knitting together as she processed the sensation. Her nipple was hardening under my tongue; the taste of her skin burning into my mind forever. I released the bud from my lips, blowing on it slightly and watching with a mix of fascination and satisfaction as it puckered further. She gasped lightly, opening her eyes to watch me with a glazed expression. 

“Show me everything.” She whispered. 

“I mean, everything might be a bit much in one night, sunshine.” I winked at her, relishing in the flush that spread across her cheeks and down onto her chest. “But I certainly have a few tricks up my sleeve.” 

Seemingly content with my proposition, she arched her back, trying to press her breasts back into my mouth, which I was more than happy to comply with. I kissed between them, squeezing them together as I did so. Breathing was a little difficult, but I would be more than happy to suffocate in her bosom. There were definitely worse ways to go. I pressed my lips against her other breast and paid attention to the nipple I found there, still pinching and rolling the first one between my fingers. She began to make breathy moaning sounds, her body moving on its own accord. 

“More.” She whined.

It struck me that she could demand anything, and I would have moved heaven and earth to see her given it. I leant back slightly, kneeling so that I could see what I was doing. I began unbuttoning her jeans slowly, in case she changed her mind. But she wriggled her hips instead, pushing the denim fabric further away from her. I pulled them off and dropped them nearby, before grinning at the newest lace underwear she had picked. These were purple, my favourite colour. There was no way that it was a coincidence that two days in a row she had worn something that so represented me. A gloating presence in the back of my mind felt possessive of the fact that she was not so subtly telling me she was mine. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hooked my fingers into the soft lacy fabric, and pulled the knickers down over her hips, her thighs, her delicate ankles and chucked them next to her jeans. I stared for a moment at the sight in front of me. She seemed to grow aware of this, and looked up at me, a smirk on her face. She propped herself on her elbows and raised an eyebrow at me. 

“You seem to be overdressed, George Weasley.” She spoke with a sultry edge to her voice that had me shedding my clothes in seconds. 

Fuck, I’m so whipped. I grinned at the thought, completely uncaring that she was this in control of me. Stripped down to my boxers, I ran a large, warm hand up each of her thighs, which she spread for me without hesitation. I could see how wet she was even in the dim light of the candles around us, but decided I would need a closer look anyway. I lowered myself down, settling in between her legs, glancing at her to check she was alright with this. She bit her lip, looking shy for a change, but nodded. I could feel my heart in my throat as I took in her glorious cunt. The darkness of the passageway yesterday, despite her ball of light hovering over us, had restricted my view. I decided the next time I saw this sight would need to be in the light of day. But still, the flames around us illuminated her in an almost ethereal way. Her pussy was glistening, the lips either side of her most intimate of places were a darker pink than the surrounding area. I lightly trailed one finger over her labia, watching with amusement as the flesh beneath my finger tip twitched with anticipation. Running up the other side, I moved my gaze to her face. She was looking at me with a dazed expression, her eyes blown, lips parted. I kissed the inside of her thigh, stroking it with my free hand. 

“I think you’ll like this.” I said quietly. “But if you don’t, please just tell me, or kick me, whatever you want.” She let out a small snort of laughter, and I grinned. “That’s this week’s snort quota, at least.” 

Before she could chastise me, I pressed my finger gently against her soaking folds. She hissed, her head dropping back slightly before she snapped her attention back to me. Using the wetness from her entrance, I dragged slow circles over her clit, listening to the sounds of her breathing speeding up. Moving my finger back down, I pushed it into her, careful to check she wasn’t in pain. She took me in so well, the wet heat of her core squeezing against my digit. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned closer to her, licking up from where my finger was moving in and out of her cunt, up to the hood at the top of her slit. She squealed, one of her hands quickly covering her mouth, the other coming to clench tightly in my hair. I grinned against the swollen flesh beneath my lips, and licked another stripe up her. She tasted sweet, with a tanginess that made my mouth water for more. She was like my own personal flavour of sherbet. Lapping against her core, I bent my finger upwards inside her, and her hips began rolling up to meet my face. My spare hand, which had been on her thigh, stroked up her body until I found one of her breasts and began to gently squeeze it. She groaned, letting the hand she had been using to mute herself fall to the floor by her head. Her now unhindered moans filled my ears, the noise directly impacting me. My cock began to strain harder at the confines of my boxers, and I ground my hips down into the blanket covered wooden planks to try and find some relief. I found she responded best when I flicked my tongue around her clit, rather than over it directly, her moans and sighs turning into whimpers and pleas for more. 

“I want…” She panted, pushing up to her elbow again. “Can I taste you?”

I almost - almost - came in my underwear from those words alone. I didn’t want to abandon my own feast, but the look in her eyes had me thinking outside the box. I had heard of people doing this at the same time, I just hadn’t done it that way before. But then again, it would be nice to experience something with her that neither of us had done. I nodded, and moved onto my back. She pulled my boxers down, her eyes drinking in what I had to offer. It’s not like I was unhappy with what was between my legs; certainly there were other boys in the Gryffindor dormitories who had more than me, but there were plenty with far less too. Her hand wrapped around me, her fingers not quite meeting, and before I could prepare myself she was licking my tip into her mouth. I swore louder than I had meant to, my head knocking back into the wooden floor with a thud. She looked as though she was about to stop, but seemed to realise she was doing a really fucking good job, and sucked me further into her mouth. Had I had more skilled blowjobs - obviously. But her enthusiasm was second to none. I missed the taste of her though, and so I grabbed her by the hips. She pulled back off my cock, a look of confusion on her face. 

“Come here,” My voice was rougher than usual. “Put…put one knee either side of my head.” 

“Uh, really?” She seemed uncertain, so I nodded my head, pulling on her leg. “I won’t hurt you?”

I could have laughed if it weren’t for the sincerity of her tone. I kissed the thigh nearest me. “You won’t hurt me, but you are starving me.” I grinned at her. She relaxed a bit, and lifted one of her legs over my head, before settling her body atop mine and licking up my cock again. 

“Is this okay?” She asked. Talk about role-reversal. 

I spent a few seconds trying to hold off from cumming all over her lips from the mixture of her hand and mouth on me, and her inviting cunt in my face. Rather than formulate an answer, I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, burying my face between her wet folds and eating her out like I wouldn’t get the chance again. I felt her moan reverberate up my cock, and my balls tightened almost painfully. This was going to be over far sooner than I would like, but I couldn’t find it in my heart or mind to care. I devoured her messily, her juices dripping down my chin mixed with my own saliva, my tongue delving deep into her folds, down to her swollen clit, and back up again. I could feel her quivering, her keens becoming more frequent, and redoubled my efforts in a bid to ignore the tensing coil in my stomach. She ground her hips down onto my face, and that time when my tongue slid over her clit she cried out not from sensitivity but sheer debaucherous pleasure. I picked up the pace, flicking my tongue across the hard bud as fast as I could, right at the moment that she moved me as deep into her mouth as she could. She screamed around my cock, her body spasming as her release flooded my mouth. I couldn’t hold off any more, and felt the tension snapping inside me. Gripping her arse tightly, I groaned as I came into her mouth. 

We both panted heavily as we gathered ourselves. She was laying on top of me still, so I patted her buttocks playfully, alternating between them and watching the muscle jiggle with each light slap. It drew a tired giggle from me, and I felt a mock-irritated smack on the side of my knee from the exhausted girl draped over me. She steadily slid off of my body, until she was laying next to me, her head using my thigh as a pillow. I grinned down at her, raising my head up with my forearm behind it to see her better. 

“You want to go on a not not-date with me?” I asked. 

She smiled back, her lips pink from her recent activities. “I don’t not want to.”

“Okay we have to stop doing that, or it’s going to get confusing really quickly.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes, though, shall I?”

She nodded, her own laugh joining mine. I rested my head back against my arm, looking at the rafters above us, the bells hanging there. 

“You showed me quite a few ropes over the last couple of days.” She said softly, sleepiness in her voice. 

“Oh, I have so many more ropes to introduce you to.” I chuckled. “Although we’d better head for the night or risk Peeves starting his latest rumour.” 

“At least we’re more Benedick and Beatrice than Romeo and Juliet.” She quipped. 

I smiled, stroking the soft skin of her thigh. I was so happy my heart could burst. I usually tried to pick fault with Fred’s plans, if I hadn’t helped come up with them, but this one was his best yet. We lay there in silence, until the imminent threat of Peeves became too real to ignore, and we quickly dressed and headed back to the common room. Before the portrait opened, I tugged on her hand and held her back from walking into the passageway. 

“We didn’t arrange a time or day for our date.” I whispered, pulling her close. 

“I’m free right now.” She winked, tugging me through the hole in the wall, ignoring the stares of our classmates as she led me upstairs into the room I shared with Fred and Lee. 

“It’s fine. I’ll sleep out here again.” I heard Lee shout sarcastically. 

“Thanks mate.” I grinned at his sour face, before following her through my door, casting a locking charm, and going through some more of those ropes we had spoken about. 

This was easily the best Valentine’s Day either of us had ever had.