My first attempt at an HP fic
Title: Second Chances (1/not quite sure yet how long this will be)
Pairing: George Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count: 625
Summary : After five years away, Luna comes back to give George back his freedom...but not if he has anything to say about it
Prologue:
It was the night before she was set to go back to Hogwarts with both Ginny and Hermione that Luna snuck out of the Burrow. Having lived with the Weasleys for months after the final battle that killed Voldemort, she knew the family's schedule by heart. She knew that Mr and Mrs Weasley would be deeply asleep by then, along with Ron and Harry and Ginny and Hermione. Of course, she had that added assurance that their sleep was aided by the sleeping draught she had slipped in the pumpkin juice they had all partaken during dinner. At the edge of the clearing, where she knew the sound of her apparition wouldn't be heard, she waved her wand to do so, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would be too busy with the rebuilding efforts to be monitoring underage use of magic to notice her stunt.
Minutes later, she had apparated outside the door to the loft above the WWW. Taking a deep breath, she undid her robes just before she opened the door, as quiet as possible, so as not to awaken the sole occupant of the bed on the right. Heart thumping, she slowly walked towards the bed, momentarily assailed by nervousness as she spied his sleeping form. Although he had lost a lot of weight in the wake of his twin's death, his torso remained muscular which was bared to her gaze, and she knew the same could be said for his legs despite being hidden by the blanket lying across his waist. Trembling a bit, she completed disrobing, before she slowly crept underneath the blanket.
George drifted to consciousness slowly and quite pleasurably … with the feel of soft lips grazing his neck. Having lived quite 'freely' following his twin's death, he figured that it was the girl he had just bedded earlier in the day coming back for an encore, and so without opening his eyes, he turned to capture said lips with his own. If he had been more awake, he would have realized faster that the lips under his own were fuller, and that the body under his own was slimmer and the hair splayed on his pillow was longer. As it was, it took several minutes of intense kissing that his brain processed the fact that the lips clinging to his own, while warm and willing, was in fact doing so tentatively, quite in contrast with the enthusiasm displayed earlier by the girl he had taken to bed while the shop was closed for lunch. But just as this thought crossed his mind, her slight movement under him served to further awaken him so that he had to deepen the kiss, his right hand tangling in her hair to better angle her lips to his. It was this move that woke him completely, for the girl he had earlier had short hair. In fact, all the girls he had bedded in the last couple of months had short dark hair. Opening his eyes he realized he was not only holding on to someone's long tresses - rather he was holding on to someone's long, blonde tresses as revealed by the light of the full moon. He knew of only one girl who had similar tresses…
"Bloody hell!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly, the movement throwing the long-haired girl her out of the bed, taking the blanket with her and revealing him in all his aroused glory.
Before either could react further, the door to his loft slammed open to reveal the angry glare of a bespectacled, red-haired man whose wand was pointing directly at his dazed brother on the bed.
Pairing: George Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count: 625
Summary : After five years away, Luna comes back to give George back his freedom...but not if he has anything to say about it
Prologue:
It was the night before she was set to go back to Hogwarts with both Ginny and Hermione that Luna snuck out of the Burrow. Having lived with the Weasleys for months after the final battle that killed Voldemort, she knew the family's schedule by heart. She knew that Mr and Mrs Weasley would be deeply asleep by then, along with Ron and Harry and Ginny and Hermione. Of course, she had that added assurance that their sleep was aided by the sleeping draught she had slipped in the pumpkin juice they had all partaken during dinner. At the edge of the clearing, where she knew the sound of her apparition wouldn't be heard, she waved her wand to do so, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would be too busy with the rebuilding efforts to be monitoring underage use of magic to notice her stunt.
Minutes later, she had apparated outside the door to the loft above the WWW. Taking a deep breath, she undid her robes just before she opened the door, as quiet as possible, so as not to awaken the sole occupant of the bed on the right. Heart thumping, she slowly walked towards the bed, momentarily assailed by nervousness as she spied his sleeping form. Although he had lost a lot of weight in the wake of his twin's death, his torso remained muscular which was bared to her gaze, and she knew the same could be said for his legs despite being hidden by the blanket lying across his waist. Trembling a bit, she completed disrobing, before she slowly crept underneath the blanket.
George drifted to consciousness slowly and quite pleasurably … with the feel of soft lips grazing his neck. Having lived quite 'freely' following his twin's death, he figured that it was the girl he had just bedded earlier in the day coming back for an encore, and so without opening his eyes, he turned to capture said lips with his own. If he had been more awake, he would have realized faster that the lips under his own were fuller, and that the body under his own was slimmer and the hair splayed on his pillow was longer. As it was, it took several minutes of intense kissing that his brain processed the fact that the lips clinging to his own, while warm and willing, was in fact doing so tentatively, quite in contrast with the enthusiasm displayed earlier by the girl he had taken to bed while the shop was closed for lunch. But just as this thought crossed his mind, her slight movement under him served to further awaken him so that he had to deepen the kiss, his right hand tangling in her hair to better angle her lips to his. It was this move that woke him completely, for the girl he had earlier had short hair. In fact, all the girls he had bedded in the last couple of months had short dark hair. Opening his eyes he realized he was not only holding on to someone's long tresses - rather he was holding on to someone's long, blonde tresses as revealed by the light of the full moon. He knew of only one girl who had similar tresses…
"Bloody hell!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly, the movement throwing the long-haired girl her out of the bed, taking the blanket with her and revealing him in all his aroused glory.
Before either could react further, the door to his loft slammed open to reveal the angry glare of a bespectacled, red-haired man whose wand was pointing directly at his dazed brother on the bed.