Draco grumbles as they walk through the courtyard, “Its fucking cold” He mumbles settling down into his cloak, pushing the scarf up to cover his nose.
“It’s only November.” Cyrus chuckles watching Draco shrink into himself. “How do you even survive the winters?”
Draco glares at her, his silvery eyes peaking out above the green scarf. “We need to set ground rules.”
Cyrus rolls her eyes, hating when he drastically changes the subject. “for what?”
“I will never forgive you if I walk in on you and Weazlby going at it. If I have to see any more of them than I already have I will vomit. Preferably on you.” Draco chuckles
Cyrus shoves him slightly, “Nothing is happening. We kissed, once. Its not like we are married now.”
“Ooo” Draco playfully teases, “Is Cyrus a virgin?” Cyrus clamps her hand over Draco’s mouth, shoving him against the stone wall. She quickly checks the empty courtyard as if anyone could hear Draco’s remark. Draco pulls down her hand. “You are!” he gasps.
“Everyone thinks I am a boy remember!” Cyrus whisper yells, stepping away from Draco.
He straightens out his coat, dusting his hands over himself. “You have done other things right?”
Cyrus throws her hands in the air walking away from him. “I am not talking to you about this.”
Draco quickly catches up to her side “ I am your best friend. I don’t need details just do you know what you are doing?”
“Draco! Merlin's beard! Yes, I know what I am doing. I haven't had any complaints.” Cyrus sighs seeing Draco open his mouth again. “And I know all the contraceptive charms so please. no more.”
“My little Sterling is growing up; talking about contraceptive.” Draco holds his hands over his heart, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
“I hate you.” Cyrus laughs as they re-enter the castle, the corridor full of voices as students talk.
A loud explosion from behind them forces Cyrus and Draco to turn, seeing the red smoke pouring out of Filch's closet. “Weasley!” they hear Filch's grating voice yell. Followed by a set of red hair running closer.
Cyrus shakes her head as she sees George laughing as he runs closer to her. Another explosion goes off and George seems to move faster. His laugh echoing in the hall. His arm snakes around her shoulders, using her to slow down momentarily as he kisses her softly. She pulls away kissing the tip of his nose, shoving him slightly. “Run!” She pushes him hearing Filch getting closer.
Once George was out of sight and Filch was following after him Draco scoffs. “Oh yeah, nothing is going to happen between you two. That was completely normal.”
After studying Cyrus walks by herself back to the common room. George runs up to her side turning her to look at him. “Lets go on a date.”
Cyrus scoffs shaking her head as she continues walking. “Not happening.”
George groans following after her, “Come on, just a little date?”
“George. Stop.” Cyrus states in a firm tone.
“Why? I know you like me, I like you. Why not explore it?” George asks getting ahead of her to look her in the eye.
“Because you will want to be physical. I can’t do that.” Cyrus shrugs crossing her arms over her chest.
“That’s fine, we don’t have to do anything. I’m fine with just snogging.” George smirks.
A wicked smile pulls on Cyrus’s face as she shoves George into a closet. Slamming him into the wall she leans against him her hands moving lower slowly. George tries to pull her into a kiss but she shoves him again. Slowly lowering herself into a squat till she is eye level with his crotch. Leaning closer to his hips she looks up at him, “So you have no desire to see me like this?”
George’s breath hitches as he looks down at Cyrus, his pupils blown, a deep red coating his face. He clears his throat, “None, does nothing for me.” He breathily mutters.
Cyrus chuckles as she strokes her hands over the twitching bulge. Biting her lip she unbuttons the jeans, achingly slowly undoing the zipper. Looking up again she opens her mouth, making sure to exhale out her mouth to leave a heat on the thinly covered bulge. “Absolutely nothing?” She asks.
George shakes his head no, a slight whisper of ‘none’ on his lips as his fingers fall into her hair. The light touches making her eyes close. ‘one time shouldn't hurt’ she thinks to herself. Freeing his erection from the thin boxers she looks up to him, his dick resting next to her face before she licks the underside from the base to the tip, kissing the tip when she reached it. Watching Georges eyes roll to the back of his head, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Taking the tip into her mouth she wets it thoroughly, her tongue exploring every ridge and vein. Once she has a mental map she takes more of him, stroking with her tongue in the opposite rotation of her head, bouncing up and down his shaft. Occasionally pushing further, his tip pressing against the back of her throat.
She could feel the erection stiffening, twitching wildly before warm liquid hit the roof of her mouth, waiting a moment she swallows before licking clean the tip. Before she has the time to do anything George leans down, capturing her face between his hands, kissing her deeply as he pulls her up to stand. “That pretty little mouth, you’re gonna be a very addictive problem.” He mutters against her lips, his voice raspy and airy.
Cyrus touches her lips as George fixes his clothes, “You kissed me?” she asks a bit hoarse.
George shrugs, “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”
A smile grows on Cyrus’s face before she hugs him tightly, “You are amazing.”
“Me? That right there? You made history.” George chuckles kissing the top of her head.
Cyrus leans back, looking up at him, feeling his hand against her back. Suddenly everything feels right, “We. We made history.”