occurremus iterum

*Back at Hogwarts*

They arrived at the castle and she kissed George before heading to her usual spot at the Slytherin table. Draco was annoyingly too close to her, watching her intently. She stared back with hate in her eyes. Holding her stare until he gave up and looked away. Prick.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts was a bitch, Zinnia could see her negative and evil aura through all the pretty pink outfits she wore.

Her and George met in their spot, and talked about Umbridge and how horrible she was just off of first impression.

“Whatever, it’s our last year, nothing can ruin that.” He told her.

“You’re right, I just have a really bad feeling about her.” Zinnia replied. “And I have to talk to you, I know you have Quidditch in the morning, do you have time?”

“If you need me, I will stay up with you until morning. I will skip Quidditch just to make you happy.” He was serious.

“Alright lover boy, it’s not that deep.” She made him smile and eased the tension. “It’s just, my mom, this summer, she told me some stuff. I don’t think I can keep it in anymore. Can I trust you?”

“With anything Zinnia, you know that.”

She told him everything she learned and was so relieved when it opened the door for him to share what was really going on with him that summer too. He told her about The Order of The Phoenix and Sirius Black’s true history and backstory.

“I knew it, I knew there was more going on. Thank you George. I am so relieved, I was so worried. I don’t ever want to lie or hide anything from you.”

“I won’t if you won’t. Promise?”

“Promise.”

The idea that her uncle was alive and not an evil Death Eater trying to strengthen the Dark Lord was a relief. All she saw in her mom’s memory was that he was alive and offering to protect her, not exactly much detail. Things were finally making more sense. They were laying there, in the grass together.

“Also, I don’t understand this place. I swear I walked in this corridor a few times last year and that window was not there. Then when we plan to meet up it appears. Have you noticed that?”

“It’s the wizarding world, an ancient magical castle, I guess I never questioned it.”

“In the spirit of sharing, I have more. I never thought to tell you but if it can help The Order,” She started and reached into her bag and handed him the journal she kept with all the details about the memories Dumbledore showed her. “Dumbledore probably told you all this, but I have more research and theories. I don’t know, it's probably stupid.” She was feeling embarrassed watching him flip through the pages of her thoughts and recollections.

“No, this is, this is definitely something. Thank you. I, I’m so sorry I kept it all from you.”

“It’s fine, all is forgiven. Can we please just try to have as much fun as possible this year? I’m stressed enough just thinking about N.E.W.Ts. I want to make this the best year ever.”

“Ok that sounds like a deal to me.”

***
They spent the next weeks in the Gryffindor common room most nights. Zinnia was studying and Fred and George were fulfilling orders. Sometimes she would spend time in the library with Lyla and share notes and gossip. Fred and George’s joke boxes were some of the best pranks she had ever seen, students skipping class with boils and uncontrollable vomiting, then just taking the antidote so they could go enjoy their free afternoons. Zinnia and George both used the tricks on several occasions so they could avoid Umbridge and sneak off to his empty dorm while everyone else was in class.

“Fuck that bitch!” Zinnia exclaimed as she started to unbutton George’s shirt quickly. He was kissing her neck and rubbing his hand up and down her thighs.

“I know she is evil, I love how hot you are when you’re angry though, fuck.” He pulled his arms out of his sleeves and threw Zinnia on his bed.

“I mean, I get wanting to crack down on the curriculum, we haven't had a consistent DADA teacher since first year but, fuck! I learned more this summer with my mom than I have with that cunt.” She complained, George was kissing down her body, and pulling her panties off.

“Doll, don’t let her get to you.” He slipped two fingers into her, “This is the only cunt I want to think about right now.” And his fingers thrust in and out, causing her walls to tighten around them.

“You’re right," she breathed out, "just fuck her, you know?”

“Zinnia, am I going to have to shove my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours to get you to shut up?”

“Sorry G, I’m done. I swear. Is that what you want?” She asked, grabbing his waistband and pulling it down. His dick slapped up to his stomach, dripping in precum.

“No, I want you, face down, arms behind your back.” She obeyed and he tied his tie around her wrists. Fuck, she thought this is new. “Good girl,” he met her entrance, rubbing his tip up and down her slit.

“UGh fuck me already!” She begged him. He pulled back and spanked her on her ass cheek hard. “Ouch!”

“Stop talking.” He growled and thrust into her hard. She groaned at his roughness and his grip on her tied up wrists tightened as he fucked her from behind. Most times when they hooked up, he made sure that she came first and would take his time to please her fully. Sometimes, only on rare occasions, like if they lost a quidditch game, or he got an unfair detention, he would turn full dom, and fuck her like she was an object. She loved it. She loved that she was his. She would do anything to please him, and if he wanted her to shut up and take it while tied up, she was more than happy to oblige. She could feel her cum dripping down her legs and he pulled her face up with his hands in her hair.

“Don’t cum yet. Wait.” She moaned and tightened around him, her legs were shaking hard. “Zinnia, do not cum. Do you hear me?” She could feel tears down her cheeks, holding in the knot in her stomach she so badly wanted to let snap. His thrusts speed up, she could feel him finishing in her. “Now, now, fuck!” he commanded. She screamed, he covered her mouth with his hand and she bit down on it, her body convulsing, he pulled out of her and she was squirting all over his floor. He laid next to her and pulled her in close, his hand moved to rest on her throat, the other was keeping slight pressure on her cunt. She kept shivering in his arms and her stomach was tightening and releasing. “Fuck I can feel your heart beating in your pussy. Fuck I love you.”

She regained her breath and her shuddering stopped after about a minute or two as he untied her restraints.

“Fuck George Weasley, how am I supposed to walk to class after that?”

“Sorry love, did I take it too far?”

“No, that was, fucking incredible. I love you.” She gave him a soft kiss on his lips. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, sorry it’s been a stressful year so far, I don’t mean to take my frustrations out on you like that.”

“That’s what I’m here for. You can use me as your whore whenever you like.”

“No, stop it, you are not my whore. You are my everything.”

“Everything includes whore.” She shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.”

They laughed as he cleaned up the mess they made and she took a shower before redressing to go down to dinner.

“Library after dinner? Lyla is ditching me for Theo tonight.” She asked him as they walked hand in hand to the great hall.

“Sure, that will work. Happy that those two are finally together. Fred and I finished our Christmas orders late last night. I’ll be there.” He winked at her.

She waited for two hours in the library for him before packing it in. He wasn’t at their spot or at breakfast the next morning, none of the family was at breakfast. Her stomach turned. Something happened. She scanned the room and found Harry and approached him.

“He’s ok. He is just - his dad. His dad was attacked last night at the ministry. They all are at the hospital with him.” Harry said before she could ask.

“Is he going to be ok? Who attacked him?”

“They don’t know. But please keep this to yourself, Zinnia. No one can know.” He lowered his voice. “We think it was linked to Voldemort.”