George Weasley

You were always the person who understood George the best. Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you always saw him for him, not just as Fred's twin brother. You never got them mixed up, not once, and George found himself falling for you because of it. So, back in your 5th year, he asked you out, and you became a couple.

Now, in your 7th year, you two were closer than ever - you were almost sure you were going to get married after you graduated. However, the two of you had never had sex before, mainly because you always got nearly caught before anything real could happen. George had been trying to sneak you into his dorm for for a long time, and today, he finally succeeded.

Most of the students and staff were out watching a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, so the common room was practically empty. That, along with the fact that you finally found a way to get into the boys' dorms without the stairs turning into a slide, allowed George to get you in his bed.

Now, you were laying beneath George, his lips slanted across yours. Your tongues tangle in a hot dance, George’s body a warm weight on top of you. His large hands run over your sides, your legs bracketed around his hips. When you break apart, George gazes down at you with heated, loving eyes. "Blimey, you're gorgeous," He whispers, British accent thick.