One Extremely Normal Dream
A few days had passed since you'd been let out of the medical bay, or maybe more eventfully, since George had asked you to the ball. With less than twenty four hours until the Yule ball, every student in the castle could feel a buzz going around. Especially since the following morning, two weeks of Christmas holidays would begin. With the two visiting schools staying at Hogwarts for the break, far less of the Hogwarts students were going home this year. Though Molly Weasley had insisted upon seeing her darling children again, regardless of how much trouble they caused her. She was also extremely excited to see her twin sons, twin flames. Because yes, Ginny had reported not of one relationship, but two.
Dinner had just begun in the great hall, as you and your tight knit group of friends began digging into the feast before you. All sorts of delicious roasted meats and variously cooked vegetables lined the long dining tables throughout the hall. You had to fight Ron to get the last turkey leg, baring your teeth in order to win the last piece of the succulent bird. "Rude..." Ron muttered, sulking over his not nearly full enough plate. Though, every other person in the hall would disagree, as he was barely managing to balance another potato on top of the glutenous mountain which was his plate.
"Hey, where's Hermione?" You piped up, noticing the curly haired girl not at the table amongst you. "Didn't you hear? While you were in the loo during study hall, Ron thoroughly pissed 'er off." George whispered to you, trying not to let his little brother hear. "Yeah ya right git, Ron." Fred threw a piece of bread at the boy, who was currently slaving away at his pile of grub. "Who'd ya think her date is anyway?" Harry chimed in, earning a shrug from the twins. Yourself and Angelina made eye contact, both of you knowing about Hermione and the prestigious Viktor Krum.
"What was that." Ron, unfortunately, had noticed your shared look. "I don't know what you're talking about." You avoided his gaze, stuffing your mouth with that turkey leg from earlier. "You know who her date is don't you!" George bumped your shoulder, earning a glare and one extremely harsh stomp to his unsuspecting foot. "FU-" The ginger whined, almost banging his head on the table as he tried to clutch his sore toe. "You two both know! Tell us then!" Fred took over for his poor brother, looking at Ange for an answer.
"Oh no you don't mister. She's our friend, we're not telling." Angelina scolded him, barely holding up as he gave her his best puppy dog eyes. "I'll tell you later..." You heard her whisper to Fred, watching as he took her hand gratefully beneath the table and continue to eat his dinner. Unbeknownst to you, the same way you and George had come to bond recently, Angelina and Fred had become partners in crime. The pair of them sharing every little rumour, secret or piece of gossip they got their hands on. Which made for a pretty good picture of any and everything going on at Hogwarts. This also meant they had the full story when it came to you and George.
"Probably not even got a date, just too embarrassed to admit it." Ron moped, his plate now licked clean. "No, that would be you Ronnie-kins." Copying Fred, you threw another piece of bread at the boy, to which he actually caught in his mouth and ate. "How come Ron gets a cute nickname and I got stuck with carrot top? For five years?" George complained, having to look down to meet your eyes. "Luck of the draw Weasley, don't know what to tell you." Shrugging you leaned a head on his shoulder, the two of you just laughing amongst yourselves.
"Get a room, bloody sods." Ron bit back, not happy with how much 'mickey' had been taken out of him in a single dinner. George felt himself blush, his face heating up at the sexual innuendo from his brother. You got butterflies in your stomach thinking about it, George was definitely one attractive guy. To take the heat off yourself and George, you chose to get even with Ronald, "We will, right after you and Hermione." You gave him a suggestive look, raising and lowering your eyebrows rapidly. Harry nearly spat his punch out, earning another scolding from a beet red Ron.
"Shut up Tonks. Harry we're going." Very quickly Ron gripped his best mate's arm, pulling him up and rushing out of the hall. Not that you had noticed, but George was frozen perfectly still. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest, We will. That was all he could think about, he knew you were joking and that it was just to shut Ron up, but he still couldn't help the way it made him feel. Up until this very moment, George had never let himself think of you in that way. Occasionally, his boy brain would betray him and he'd have thoughts like that anyway, but he worked very hard not to.
Though, now? The flood gates had, very accidentally, been opened.
The moment passed and the rest of the hall finished up dinner a little while later, signaling the countdown to curfew. Most of the girls were chittering amongst themselves, too excited to rest yet yearning for their beauty sleep. Entering the common room, you realised how silent George had been since Ron left the table. "George, are you okay? You're really spaced out..." You gave his arm a small nudge, tugging at the soft wool of his sweater. George shoved his hands in his pockets, lowering his sweater as well. "Y-Yeah." Was all he said, not making eye contact. "If you're worried about what we said to Ron, don't be. He'll get over it, he's a big boy." Softly you smiled at him, hoping he wasn't dwelling on Ron getting teased, not that he usually cared.
"Sure, I won't." George muttered, eyes glued to the floor. "I'm going to bed, night Y/N." And like a flash of lightning he was gone, all that was left of him was the sound of his footsteps echoing down from the boys staircase. Weird...
!!! SMUT INCOMING !!!
Upstairs in the boys dormitory, George had sprinted into the bathroom and started up an ice cold shower. Despite the front on the windows and the heavy blankets of snow covering the pavers outside, George couldn't stop sweating. After undressing George stepped into the icy waters, feeling a cold burn against his back. "Why the fuck won't it go away..." George groaned, staring down to beneath his legs. Since that moment at dinner, George's boner had refused to go down. Even in the freezing cold waters of the shower it was only barely letting up.
After an hour finally George's hard on had been suppressed, allowing him to get out of the shower and go to bed. As George attempted to sleep, he couldn't suppress the image of you in the bath from your week in the infirmary, or stop picturing himself removing your ball dress, or black out the idea of you in nothing but his underwear. Though, finally, finally. He was able to fall asleep, just happy to leave today behind.
As daybreak came, George awoke to the sound of boys getting ready for the day. Ready to begrudgingly start his day George went to get up. What is that... George thought to himself, feeling a warm sticky substance between his legs and pants. The red head's eyes flashed open, a horrific wave of realisation crashing down onto him. Nonononono, this is not happening right now... Not at fucking school... George closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep, waiting as he heard the last footsteps leaving the dorm room. After opening his eyes once more and checking to ensure none of the other boys were in the room, George bolted out of bed and looked down to see a miniature pool of cum staining his pants. "I have to fucking burn these." George whispered to himself, dragging his palms over his face.
!!! SMUT OVER !!!
Racing to remove his underwear and pants and drag his blanket off his bed, George ran to the bathroom and threw all the evidence beneath one of the shower heads. Muttering an incantation George burned all three items, sighing in relief. Once the cloth was all sufficiently blackened, George stomped out any remaining embers and picked up the singed items, preparing to stuff them into his trunk to dispose of properly later.
Hearing the chime of the school clock tower George realised he had missed breakfast and was definitely going to be late to his first class. "Shit, I have that class with Y/N too, what do I even say to her?" George's mind couldn't stop racing as he hurriedly tried to get ready for class.
Pushing open the heavy door to transfiguration, George attempted to be as silent as possible. Sadly for him, it seems this door was committed to giving him away, letting out an ear-splitting squeak as he slid his body through the narrow gap. Fuuuuuuuuck... George grimaced, giving up as he walked to his seat beside you.
Whipping your head around, you saw the ginger striding towards the empty desk next to you. "Mr Weasley, so glad you could join us. Miss Tonks, if you would be so kind as to fill our friend in on the thirty minutes of class he has missed. Oh, and an unfortunate five points from Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall berated, not even turning around to look at him. "Why are you so late? You weren't at breakfast either?" You asked, looking worriedly at your ball date. "I'm fine, just woke up really late." George replied, feeling the sweat on the back of his neck form. "And you're all red, don't tell me you have a fever! The ball is tonight!" You whined, pulling on the ginger's slender and freckled arm. George let out a small grunt, exhaling into his hand.
"I'm okay Y/N, you still have a ball date." He smiled back cheekily, attempting to just move on from the last twelve hours of shame. "Alright, if you say so..." You replied, looking back to your classwork.
The hours continued to drag by painfully, delaying the sweet sweet moment where school would end and you could begin getting ready for the night of your life. Only four more hours to go.