“Ugh I over did it” Cyrus groans to herself, digging her fingers into the tight muscles at the base of her neck as she enters the great hall. Looking over to the Slytherin table she sees no one she can sit with, opting to sit by herself she drags her feet towards the table.
“Oi! Sterling!” George calls from the Gryffindor table, causing his friends to throw him strange looks.
Cyrus smiles, walking over to the table. “Weasley, other Weasleys, soon to be Weasleys.” Cyrus greets the table, biting her lip with a smile. George laughs covering it up with a cough. Something in Cyrus stomach flipped at the thought she made George laugh.
“You are welcome to join us Cyrus.” George shoves over his twin, creating a space for Cyrus between them.
“I am?” Cyrus questions, turning towards the other Gryffindors. Some of which nod fervently. Sighing she steps into freed spot on the bench. The conversation continuing as if she didn't just interrupt it. A new plate appears on the table and she smiles down at the table before piling a few sandwiches onto her plate. Catching bits and pieces of the conversation.
“Yeah! Where were you Georgie?” Fred teases pointing at the other twin with his sandwich.
George stutters before regaining control over his speech. “Oh I was practicing with Sterling.”
“You? Practice? You hardly show up to actual practice.” Harry scolds.
Ron shoves harry, “forget that he is training with the enemy.”
“I’m not the enemy most of the time, it was just batting practice.” Cyrus butts in
“Its the principle.” Ron mutters.
“If it makes you feel better my shoulders are so sore it hurts to bring the food up to my face.” Cyrus offers.
“It does actually.” Ron softly smiles to himself returning to his plate of food.
Chuckling Cyrus takes another bite of her sandwich as Hermione starts talking to Ron about being on top of his studies this year. Looking over to George she notices his concerned look. “What is up with you?” Cyrus asks lowly leaning closer to George.
Familiar voices reaches Cyrus’s ears, looking up at the entrance she watches Draco, Blaise and Theo enter, sitting down at the Slytherin table. Theo throws Cyrus a glare before she turns her attention to Draco. Her cheeks suddenly warm she looks down at her plate then back up to the Slytherin table to Draco.
“Here, let me fix that.” George murmurs placing his hands on Cyrus’s shoulders. His thumbs lightly digging into the muscles around her neck. Moving his hands down her shoulders he continues the upward motion. Cyrus, getting anxious the longer George rubbed close to her bra strap she pulls out of his touch.
“Your turn, Weasley” Cyrus smirks, holding up her hands in a grabbing motion. George chuckles facing away from her, she grasps the muscles around his neck the same way he had to her. Her thumbs pressing down into the muscles. Feeling a particular knot she rubs harder and a soft groan escapes his lips. “Easy there Weasley, we haven't even had a first date.” the table erupting with laughter. Cyrus chuckles giving George a pat on the back letting him know she was done.
A guilty glance to the Slytherin table told her everything she needed to know. Draco’s gaze was directly on her, not even a gaze he was glaring. Cyrus takes an uneasy swallow as she begins picking at her nail, pulling at the skin, anything to get herself out of her head. Draco was an ass to everyone, including Cyrus, but he has never glared at her the way he glares at everyone else.
A warm breath on her neck pulls her out of her thoughts, “You okay?” George’s voice is so close. His breath tickling the hairs on her neck. Goose bumps instantly bubble the skin sending a shiver down her spine.
“I’m good.” Cyrus lies picking up the last of their sandwich, biting into it.
“I’m only asking because you are bleeding.” George keeps his voice low as to not be heard. He reaches for Cyrus’s lap, pulling out her left hand. Her thumb was in fact bleeding from her pulling at the skin.
Cursing, Cyrus pops the side of her thumb into her mouth. Sucking and licking away the blood. “Its fine, I’m fine.” Cyrus mutters before stepping away from the table. She can hear the questions happening at the Gryffindor table which makes her feet move faster. Her long strides quickly carrying her out of the great hall.
Ducking into an empty classroom she begins muttering a healing charm, wiping away the last of the blood she sighs.
*** George’s Pov ***
Looking up from his plate he sees Cyrus enter the great hall. “What are you doing?” the group mutters.
“Shut up guys, he’s not so bad.” George mutters, before Cyrus reaches the table.
“Weasley, other Weasleys, soon to be Weasleys” He greets the table, causing George to laugh uncontrollably. Cyrus’s smile brightening as he turns to George. Offering for Cyrus to join the group he shoves his twin creating a space between them. His normally confident demeanor falls away as he looks at the rest of the table. “I am?”
George glares at the table, forcing them to agree. A slight smile as the group returns to their conversation. He watches Cyrus as a new plate appears in front of them, a small smile playing at their features before he starts adding food to his plate.
“Yeah! Where were you Georgie?” Fred teases. George glares at Fred for pointing it out. Trying to come up with a way to explain, “I was practicing with Sterling.”
“You? Practice? You hardly show up to actual practice.” Harry scolds. George sends him a scowl.
“Training with the enemy!” George gets ready to jump in when Cyrus speaks up. George smiles to himself, of course he can handle himself. He is a Slytherin. George backs down until Cyrus mentions that his shoulders hurt.
An inward battle happens, George wants to help but that means touching him. Cyrus leans over to George “What’s up with you?”. George leans in closer about to reply when Cyrus quickly turns his head to the entrance. Following his gaze George sees the Malfoy group walking in. Looking back at Cyrus he notices a blush crossing his cheeks. His gaze flicking between his plate and the Slytherin table.
Deciding to ease some of the pain, “Here, let me fix that.” he mumbles. Resting his hands softly on Cyrus’s shoulders. Not wanting to make anything worse he lightly rubs the muscles, digging around the neck then down his shoulders. Feeling an undershirt he stays close to the neck area not wanting to stretch out the undershirt. Cyrus pulls away quickly, feeling dejected until he spots the smirk on Cyrus’s face.
Chuckling he turns around offering his shoulders for him. Similar to how he handled his shoulders Cyrus starts at his neck. the feeling of his hands on him bringing him a level of peace. His face flushing as Cyrus’s hands start moving. His thumbs dig deeper and a groan escapes Georges lips. Cursing George instantly tenses, until Cyrus makes nothing of it, making a joke about a first date.
Inside George is ecstatic, so maybe he can ask him on a date. Smiling he looks over at Cyrus, and his smile falls. Cyrus’s face is grim, and his thumb is bleeding onto his pants. Leaning to not alert the rest of the table he asks Cyrus if he is okay. Cyrus shivers in repulsion as he grabs his food with his uninjured hand. Maybe he cant ask him on a date.
Pulling out Cyrus’s hand, George tries not to focus on Cyrus’s hot skin pointing out the trail of blood. Cyrus curses sticking the side of his thumb into his mouth. George watches, only out of concern of course, as Cyrus’s tongue darts out licking away the blood. His lips pursing as he sucks away the blood. Next thing George knows Cyrus is running out of the great hall.
George stands ready to follow after Cyrus when he sees Draco leave the room, following Cyrus. A hand yanking him to sit down he follows. “What happened?” Hermione asks lowly leaning over the table.
No one seems to accept his answer of nothing. George’s eyes keep flicking back to the doorway, hoping to see Cyrus again when Fred waves his hand in front of Georges face. Fred leans in muttering lowly, “It went well, stop freaking out.”
*** Draco’s Pov ***
Draco enters the great hall, expecting to see Cyrus at the Slytherin table. However Cyrus is leaned into George Weasleys shoulder. “When did they become friends?” Draco growls sitting down at the Slytherin table. “At least he has the decency to be embarrassed being seen with the Weasleys”
Draco however was not expecting George to begin giving Cyrus a back rub. The look on Cyrus face makes Draco lose his appetite. He looks like he is enjoying it a bit too much. A slight victory when it looks like Cyrus shrinks out of Georges touch, only to be lost when he turns to give George a massage. Even from over here they heard George’s groan, Draco’s knuckles turn whiter from how tight he had his fist. The Gryffindor table erupting with laughter grating to Draco’s ears.
Glaring at George’s blushing face, his stupid smile, the way George keeps looking at Cyrus. All Draco wants to do is punch him across the face, slapping off all those freckles. The way Georges gaze never leaves Cyrus enraging him further. Draco watches as George’s hand goes under the table, it looks to hold Cyrus’s hand. Cyrus quickly stands leaving the table. Draco bangs his hands on the table as he stands following after the traitor.
Keeping a distance behind him as to not get caught he watches as Cyrus ducks into a classroom. Waiting a moment at the door Draco hears Cyrus muttering a spell. Puffing up his chest Draco walks in.