A George Weasely Romance

Hey! I appologise for the delay. Life just caught up with me, uni starting and kjob hunting etc. but here is chapter twelve. i don't know how many times i've tried to fix it, but i think this is the best it's going to get. This being my first fanfiction, it is also my first try at a lemon, so i would really really appreciate some feedback. i haven't recieved any on here which is not filling me with much hope.

well anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 12

Katara woke the next day with a raging headache. Her face was all sticky from her tears, and some stray snot. She grimaced as she thought about how she must look. She opened her eyes to see she was lying in bed, cuddled into George. Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and she almost started crying again.

What’s wrong with me?! This is crazy! Oh Merlin, I’m going to have to apologise to Fred.

She tried to quietly slip from George’s arms, but failed.

“Hey… You okay?” Katara smiled broadly and laughed sheepishly.

“Yup! Yup!” she chirped, hoping he had suddenly come down with amnesia. Unfortunately, it was not so.

“Don’t give me that.” His eyebrow twitched as he scowled at Katara. “What in Merlin’s name happened yesterday?” Katara laughed again as she tried to make her great escape, but failed as she felt Fred stop her from behind.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Aren’t I allowed to have a wee cry now and then?” she shimmied her body down the bed, but George had his arms around her, effectively trapping her between the twins.

“Yes they are. But that was no wee cry, and you know it.” Fred said as he got off the bed. “I’ll go down and check if breakfast’s ready.” Leaving George time to talk with Katara.

“Well” George insisted.

“I… don’t know. I just… Something sort of… and then… and whoa! And I was like… and… weeght! You know?” George looked down at Katara trying to hold in his laughter. She could be so cute sometimes.

“No I don’t know. I think you lost me between the ‘whoa’ and ‘weeght’.” He joked, trying to make the atmosphere lighter. Katara laughed and cuddled back into George.

“Fred said something, and I think he was right, but I didn’t want him to be. And I don’t know what happened! I just… Kerpow! Out of nowhere! All this… stuff. Wham! And I was, crying. And… screaming. It hurt so much, I… and then that’s where the ‘whoa’ came in. It just took over. I didn’t mean to scare the two of you. I hope Fred’s not blaming himself. It was entirely my fault. And then you brought me up here. That must have been the ‘weeght’!” Katara smiled as she felt George sigh. His breath travelled down her face, and it made her shiver slightly.

“So, about your parents, cursed to death? You never told us that?” Katara tensed up, feeling fresh tears fill her eyes. “That came out colder than was meant.” He added, feeling Katara stiffen.

“Voldemort.” Just one word seemed to explain a lot. George sat up abruptly and looked down at Katara, not even lecturing her on the use of the dark wizard’s name.

“What?! Why didn’t you say? Jeez.” George looked deeply into Katara’s eyes, as if expecting everything to suddenly appear before him, that he would just know everything about Katara. No wonder she had been so upset, with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back. George had found a new level of dislike for the dark wizard, and wished he could just kick his ass. “Come here.” He said as he came back from his thoughts, Katara flung her arms around him, holding on as if her life depended on it. George had a sudden notion to kiss her. That had been happening a lot recently, and he was really beginning to lose his self restraint. There was only so much closeness and touching the boy could take.

“Thanks.” She muttered as she let her grip slacken, and looked up into George’s eyes. That was it, the last straw. The way she looked at him, the way her eyes held so much pain and sadness, but still kept their spark, the way her hair was all messy, and sticking to the side of her face, the way her body was pressed so close to his, and how it seemed to fit so snugly. It was just too much. He bent his head lower, ever so slowly, and just as he was about to make his move, Fred came in announcing breakfast.

Katara let go and moved off of the bed, picking up new clothes and heading to the bathroom. George stayed where he was, and Fred realised what he had walked in on.

“Aw man… talk about bad timing huh?” he said timidly. “look, I… we need to talk.” Fred stuttered out. George remained on the bed as he looked at his brother. “We were talking about you yesterday.” George looked a bit taken a back.

“You didn’t- ” Fred put his hand up.

“No. It was about her… liking you.” George’s face lit up. “But she’s scared to be with you. She thinks… that if you were to be with her like that, you would be in danger. I… said she was being selfish, and that’s when she… well, you know.” Fred looked a bit sheepish as his brother stood up.

“You called selfish because of that?!”

“I just wanted her to see that it wasn’t up to her, that you had a choice!” Fred pleaded his case to deaf ears. “She doesn’t see that we are already in danger, and- ” He finished as Katara walked back into the room, stopping in her tracks as she heard the last line.

“In danger from what?” Katara asked looking rather worried that the twins were in danger.

“Katara! I… George has to talk to you.” He said as he left the room in a hurry. Katara turned to George who looked horrified.

“Are you okay?” she walked over to him, and reached a hand out to his chin. “What are you in danger from?” George sat on the bed, and inwardly sighed at how naïve and innocently cute she could be sometimes, even though she was a genius.

“Katara I…” George seemed to be really flustered. He kept looking at the floor or the bed, anywhere but in Katara’s direction. She sat down next to him and placed her hand on his thigh.

“You can tell me. Maybe I could help?” George’s cheeks turned red and he ran his hand through his hair.

Just do it! Just tell her! He thought.

He turned to face Katara. She was so close he could feel her breath against his neck. It made him shiver, and goose bumps rippled through his skin. He desperately tried to think of the words, but he couldn’t concentrate.

“Tell you later.” With that said he got up off the bed and left the room, heading for breakfast.


“You did what?!” Fred half shouted when George later explained how he didn’t tell her how he felt. Fred was now pulling at his own hair. “You are more stress than it’s worth, do you know that?!” George laughed half heartedly as he thought about what he was going to do. He hadn’t missed the hurt that flashed in Katara’s eyes when he blew her off. He slumped in the couch. What a mess this had turned out to be. He was supposed to confess his undying love for her in the most romantic way possible, not when she was an emotional mess and his brother had forced the situation upon them both. He sighed.

The twins heard their mother talking to Katara. She had noticed her puffy eyes, and was just making sure everything was alright.

“Oh, I’m fine really. Just feeling a bit off that’s all. I should be fine by tomorrow!” she had argued, and entered the living room.

“Hey guys! What you up to… am I interrupting something?” she noticed the serious look on the twins’ faces.

“No. no. I was just leaving actually.” Fred elbowed George hard in the ribs and gave him a look before he left the room.

“Is he annoyed at me?” Katara asked sitting next to George. “Ever since last night, it’s like he’s been avoiding me. I didn’t mean to get upset…” George looked over to see her looking rather guilty, her eyes filling with fresh tears.

“Of course he’s not, he’s just… I’ll explain later.” Katara frowned. That was the second time today.

“When is later?” George flinched, hearing the hurt etched in her voice. She continued to smile sweetly though.

“After this.” He turned himself so he was facing Katara. “I uh… about this morning. Don’t be mad, but Fred told me, about how you’re worried to be with… anyone” he covered up that he knew about her liking him, protecting his brother “because they would be in danger. He also told me he called you selfish, which was out of order, but at the same time, I see where he is coming from.” Katara sat still, silently vowing to beat Fred until he was unrecognisable. “I don’t think you should not be with someone because there is a chance they could get hurt, I mean, you’re still friends with me and Fred, and we could get hurt, but we stick by you, ‘cause we care, and we’re not going to let you go.” He stopped, trying to word his thoughts carefully. “All I’m saying is that Fred was right in the sense that, it’s not just up to you.” Katara looked at George. “I wish you wouldn’t torture yourself so much. How are you meant to help people if you won’t go near anyone? Plus, you can’t save the whole world no matter how much you want to.” George tentatively reached his hand out and cupped Katara’s cheek. “I…” he stopped, waiting for Katara to give him something, anything. But she just sat looking at the floor. He was so close yet so far, and it was driving him insane. Katara then looked up a small smile on her face.

“I’m… scared. Everything hurts.” She said quietly. George’s restraint broke. Before he even knew what he was doing, his lips brushed against Katara’s. Her eyes shot open as she realised what happened, and George lingered for a second before he pulled away.

“Shit… I’m sorry… I dunno what- ” It was George’s turn to be caught off guard, as Katara placed a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Your right. I… hope you know what this means, the danger you will be putting yourself in?” Katara wished she could change his mind, but a small part of her wanted this to happen. It felt so right. She removed her finger so George could speak.

“Me and Fred already knew about all that stuff, about you probably being hunted down and such, and we already accepted that it was dangerous. It didn’t stop us though, and it’s not going to stop me. And everything doesn’t have to hurt, eventually things will be better, but you need to let people in to help you, otherwise your just going to destroy yourself.” He said smiling.

Katara blushed slightly as she felt George slide his arm around her waist. He had done it a million times, but this time seemed different. She gasped as he pulled her flush against his body, suddenly full of confidence. He hesitated for a second before he pressed his lips against hers. She tensed up, even though she knew it was coming, but soon melted into the kiss. George ran his tongue along her bottom lip, softly asking for access. She complied, and his tongue dove in, tasting her. The kiss grew more and more passionate as it went on, both wishing it would never stop. Katara pulled back for a second, making George whine at the loss of contact. She laughed and shifted, trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but the couch and the angles they were sitting at made it hard.

“Come ‘ere.” George said as he took Katara’s hand and pulled her over so she was sitting on top of him, her legs on either side of his hips, facing each other. His hands snaked up her back and pulled her towards him, starting another tongue war.

“Jeez. Man! That’s disgusting!” Ron had entered the room, giving the pair quite a fright. Katara had jumped up, trying to pretend nothing was happening, but lost her footing, promptly falling on her backside.

So much for the shinobi training huh?

“I knew it would work out! I told you, didn’t I? But you wouldn’t listen!” Hermione went on and on about how she was right, and George looked at Katara with mock hurt on his face.

“Hermione knew?! And I didn’t?” Katara looked shocked. Wasn’t he even slightly embarrassed that they had been caught?

“It’s bloody gross if you ask me.” Ron muttered.

“Well luckily, no one did ask you did they?” Hermione snapped, rather annoyed at his lack of support. They both left the room again in heated discussion. Katara still sat on the floor, as George got off the couch and crawled over to her. He kissed her again, pushing her shoulders down so she was lying on the floor.

“George! Someone will find us!” Katara gasped out as he left butterfly kisses down her neck. “Ah… please.” George stopped and sat up.

“To the room?” he had a cheeky grin on his face and his cheeks still held a pinkish tinge to them. Katara rolled her eyes at how forward he was being.

“Fine! But only if Fred’s not there.” George’s smile broadened as he took Katara’s hand and pulled her to her feet, and dragged her up to their room. When they entered Fred was lying in his bed. George sighed looking defeated, but smiled cheekily.

“Oi! Fred! Mum’s looking for you.” Fred looked over at the two holding hands.

“You could have just told me to get lost.” He laughed as he left the room. Katara folded her arms across her chest disapprovingly.

“George Weasley! You are despicable.” George pouted playfully, tugging her over to the bed.

“But that’s why you love me right?!” he chimed looking quite satisfied with himself. Before they had even reached the bed, George had instigated another lip locking session. Katara felt the back of her knees bump into the bed, and felt herself being pushed back. She plopped down on the bed with George still attached. She laughed into his mouth at his all of a sudden burst of energy. He lay on top of her, careful not to put all his weight on Katara’s smaller frame. He ran his fingers through her hair as he explored her mouth, memorising every inch.

“Mum says… man I’m never going to get used to this… that dinner’s ready. You think you can part for a while?” Fred had entered the room again, and George reluctantly pulled away. There was definitely a down side to having so many siblings and sharing a room with your twin. “You know mum’s going to move her out once she finds out you’s are… whatever this is.” He pointed to the pair still lying in the bed. George hadn’t thought about that.

“We just won’t say anything then.” He said happily.

“Ron and Hermione know. And you know what Ron’s like. He’ll be gutted he didn’t get her.” Fred countered. George looked rather crestfallen. “Maybe if we catch him quick, we can threaten him a bit.” Fred added, not wanting to lose Katara’s company either.

So the twins cornered poor Ron after dinner, and many spider comments later, Ron had sworn to secrecy. Hermione had been insulted that they thought she would tell Molly, obviously realising the consequences. The twins were relieved. George and Katara were safe for now. Who knows what Molly would gush. The twins shuddered, thinking of the way she had handled the other brother’s and their girlfriends.

“Will you two quit it? I can hear you, you know!” Fred said when George had captured Katara’s lips again. Fred shoved his brother. “Look. It’s all good that you’re together now, but come on! George, she going to suffocate!” George groaned as he glared at his brother in the darkness.

Katara laughed timidly, not really sure what to say. She liked the attention from George, but didn’t like how poor Fred had to whiteness it.

The days went by, and George had been sneaking surprise kisses as much as possible. Katara was surprised they hadn’t been caught already, but apparently he was good at picking his timing. His mood had definitely brightened, smiling 24/7. Fred too seemed to be relieved that things had progressed and that he didn’t have to ‘listen to Georgie boy whining all the time!’

George couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of Katara. Even at the dinner table where they were in plain sight to Mrs. Weasley, he would draw patterns on her leg with his finger under the table. Sometimes he would hold her hand and play with her fingers, whispering naughty things in her ear, making her blush. Fred would say silly things in her other ear, making her laugh, and stop any suspicion. Luckily Molly seemed none the wiser and they were free to sleep in the same bed.

One night at the table, Katara had gotten a bit flustered as George successfully embarrassed her again with his dirty thoughts. She had wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, but she was too shy to put such things into words. He seemed to have a sexy way of doing it that she didn’t feel she possessed. So she did the next best thing.

George had started to say something else when he felt a hand touch his leg. He stopped abruptly, as it began to travel lightly towards his… Oh Merlin! Her finger had slipped in between his legs, and was caressing the inside of his thigh earning a panicked look to flash on his face. She leaned over to him and whispered.

“My, my! Haven’t the tables turned!” he just stared down at his dinner as her finger started swirling further up his leg, stopping just before his manhood. His breath had hitched and he chanced a look at Katara. She looked completely normal. Talking to Fred and Ron about some idea they had come up with. No one new that she was… holy shit! She gently touched his hardening member, and began to run her fingers up and down his length. He whimpered quietly as he tried to look interested in his food. Katara didn’t seem to notice his torture, and gave no indications to stopping. He would have enjoyed this a whole load more if it was in a locked room that only the two of them occupied.

Katara became surer in her strokes as she looked over to him.

“What do you think George?” she asked with a cheeky grin on her face. George looked pleadingly at her, face turning scarlet.

“Uh yeah. Just whatever!” he managed to get out, having no idea what they were talking about. It seemed to work as Ron and Fred continued to discuss another idea. George started eating fast, the sooner he finished, the quicker he could leave. Luckily he had a long jumper on.

“What’s the rush” Katara whispered, giggling slightly, sending shivers through his body. Oh Merlin! She was hot. He felt a moan make its way to his mouth, but held back for all he was worth. He was almost finished his dinner when he felt her hand shift to his zip. Oh fuck!

“This is definitely more fun on the giving end, rather than on the receiving, wouldn’t you agree!” she asked softly, while unzipping his trousers. He choked somewhat on whatever he was eating, and his hands shot under the table. Unfortunately, he was no match for her skilled shinobi hands. She had managed to avoid him from removing her hand, and was currently rubbing his erection through his boxers. He whimpered again as he looked at her, eyes pleading. She smiled sweetly, as if she didn’t know what was going on.

“George? Honey? You look a bit flushed, are you okay?” Mrs. Weasley looked worriedly at her son. His eyes shot open as he panicked. Katara removed her hand from his lower regions, and placed it on his forehead, feeling for a temperature.

“You’re burning up! How about I take you upstairs and you get some rest?” Katara said, and Mrs Weasley seemed to agree.

“That’s sounds like a good idea. And make sure he doesn’t leave his bed. Don’t want you getting too ill now do we? There’s still lots of chores and housework to be done!” she said sweetly as Katara stood from her chair. George tried to zip his trousers inconspicuously and followed Katara out of the kitchen. “Poor boy.” Molly said as he left the room.

He chased after Katara, running up the stairs, and diving after her into the bedroom. He cast a couple of charms on the room, locking the door and sound proofing it.

“You are so getting it!” George growled as he caught Katara around the middle and dropped her on the bed. He landed beside her, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. She laughed a little at how horny she had gotten George. His hands had started to roam about her body, a little unsurely at first. He had been trying to take it slow so as not to scare Katara, it had only been just over a year since she had been raped, and he didn’t want to bring those memories back.

Katara was grateful for George’s decision, but felt she was ready to take the next step. George ran his finger along the small amount skin on her waist that was exposed between her clothing. Katara giggled as it was rather tickly, but didn’t make any move to stop him. She then snaked one arm round the back of his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss, causing a moan to escape from his lips. Butterflies turned into man eating dragons in her stomach, and she didn’t know how much more she could take of this. Her other hand moved down his chest, and played with the hem of his t-shirt, before pulling it up, and placing her had on his stomach. He smiled into the kiss, and followed her in suite, sliding his own hand under her top, and placing it on her hip. She was so warm. George then broke the kiss and panted slightly. Katara giggled softly as she kissed his cheek, then his jaw line, and then his neck, causing goose bumps to erupt. He shivered lightly, and placed a hand on her shoulder, rolling her round so her back was now flat on the bed. He bent down and captured her lips again, while timidly moving his hand up her body. He stopped just before her bra, pulling his lips away from hers.

“Is it okay?” he asked, turning a deep shade of crimson. Katara nodded, smiling sweetly, before pulling his head back down to kiss him again. His hand then cupped lightly around her right breast, and he kneaded it softly through the fabric of her bra. Heat began to pool at the pit of her stomach as he continued his ministrations. A moan escaped from her as her back arched, pressing herself up against George’s chest. He then took this opportunity to slide his arms round her back to the clasp of her bra. He fiddled about a bit before he seemed to get lucky, and it came undone.

“Not as hard as everyone says it is!” he said triumphantly, dipping his head back down, but this time to her neck, nipping and sucking where he felt appropriate. He travelled down to her collar bone where he stayed for a while, nibbling and sucking, leaving red marks behind. He went back to massaging her breasts as he continued to kiss further down. When he reached the fabric of her top, he tugged at it, silently asking her to dispose of it. She sat up, and pulled it over her head, removing her bra at the same time. Her cheeks held a pinkish tinge as George stared hungrily at her chest. She covered herself, feeling a bit shy, and George laughed.

“I dunno why you don’t just walk around naked. You definitely have nothing to be shy or ashamed of!” Katara’s blush doubled and she flopped backwards on the bed again, arms still folded. She looked like a kid in a sulk.

“Wouldn’t you be a little jealous if everyone looked?” she asked trying to forget she was half naked. George looked in thought for a moment.

“Well, not really. It would be everyone else who would be jealous of me silly.” He said while shaking his head and laughing. Katara rolled her eyes and George got back to work before she put her clothing back on. His hands had travelled down to her hips, and he kissed the remainder of the way down to her breasts. She gasped as his mouth clamped around one of her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure to dart though her body. He then started flicking his tongue slowly, which had her head thrown back, and small moans and whines to escape from her mouth. He then brought one of his hands up to her other breast, rolling her nipple in between his thumb and index finger, and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure. Feeling spurred on, he let his other hand travel down between her legs, and he gently brushed her womanhood through the fabric of her three quarter lengths. Her back lifted off the bed again, and she screwed her eyes shut, holding in her noises.

“Oh Kami-sama!” she moaned and she ran her fingers through George’s hair. His hand then moved back up to the button and zipper of her three quarter lengths. He looked up at Katara questioningly, and she nodded her head, eyes filled with lust and passion… He almost came right there and then.

She shivered as he started suckling her breast again, and undid the button and zipper. Katara lifted her hips so it was easier for him to take them off. As she lay back down, and George was distracted as he tried to memorise every curve and line her body had, she tugged at his t-shirt and began to lift it. Coming back to reality, he removed it and then felt her running her hands all over his chest. She flicked his nipple with her finger, and then licked it tentatively. Seeing her tongue lick him like that, it almost had him pushed over the edge of reason. He sighed happily as he played with her hair. She left a trail of butterfly kisses down his body, and her hands slipped into the band of his trousers. She smiled seductively as she pushed him on his back, and undid his trousers, with the speed of a pro. His eyes opened wide as he felt himself lying in his boxers, with no idea when his trousers had left him.

“How did…” he was cut off as her hand rubbed up the length of his hardened member through his boxers. He choked back a moan as he laid his head on the pillow. Katara’s finger rubbed the tip, and George felt himself getting closer to his climax. He felt cold air surround his erection, and look down to see his boxers go. He felt a little embarrassed as he lay completely naked with the object of his desires looking at him. She looked a bit worried.

“How the hell is that going to…” she turned a deep crimson “fit…” George laughed, feeling rather proud at the unintended compliment. He sat up and pulled Katara up to him so he could kiss her. How she managed to be so innocent when doing not so innocent things, he’ll never know. Katara moved her hand to his erection and lightly stroked it. George’s breath hitched, and he moaned into her mouth. Her pace quickened, and she wrapped her hand right around. He pulled away from the kiss and started to pant, closing his eyes and concentrating on making this last longer. She stopped abruptly, and he felt her weight shift. When he opened his eyes, he was pushed back, and… Oh Merlin was that her-? He looked down to see Katara’s tongue run over the head of his member for the second time. Her hands were resting on his hips, preventing him from thrusting into her mouth, and her body was between his legs.

“Oh… Fuck…” he ground out between clenched teeth when her mouth closed around the head. She sucked lightly, and pulled his erection out her mouth with a pop. She giggled embarrassedly, and put it back in her mouth. She took as much as she could in, getting just over halfway. She used her hand to compensate for the rest. She started in a slow motion, moving all the way up to the tip, and plunging back down to where she could reach without choking. George began to breathe heavily as he desperately held on to his release. His hands balled into fists as he held onto the blankets of the bed. Her speed increased and she was beginning to get more adventuress. She pulled him out completely, and blew cold air onto the head of his erection, earning a low growl to vibrate in his throat. His head was thrown back as she took him in again, the warmth of her mouth more apparent. A couple more times of this, and he was teetering on the edge.

“Katara I… I’m gonna…” he felt her mouth clamp down on him again, and her teeth scrape lightly up the underneath of his length, making him release into her mouth. He almost screamed her name out, and continued to moan and whimper as she applied pressure to his member as his climax slowed down. He squirmed as it began to get tickly. She swallowed all he had to offer, and sat up with a dopey grin on her face. George lay in a mushy mess on the bed. His eyes were half open, and he was panting heavily. “Good merciful Merlin!” he said through shaky breaths. Katara giggled softly and lay next George, kissing him so he could taste himself. “So it is quite salty.” He joked.

“Yup!” she chimed, tilting her head to the side, pleased with her work. George’s lips met hers in another heated kiss, and his hand travelled slowly down her front, and under her hot pants. Katara gasped as his fingers played with her curls. He shifted so that she could lie down on her back, and he kissed his way down to her breasts again. His fingers travelled further down until they reached her clitoris. He brushed past a sensitive spot that made her hips thrust forwards. He ran his finger by the spot again, and again her hips thrust. His tongue danced on her nipple as he ventured further along her womanhood. When he came to what he was looking for, he slid a finger inside of her. She gasped as pressure began to build in her stomach, and he added a second finger, pushing in and out in a slow rhythm. Katara’s breath began to come out in rough pants, and soft moans were escaping. She felt herself near her finish when he pulled out. He looked up at her to see disappointment etched on her face.

He kissed his way down her stomach, stopping at her hot pants to nibble at her hips. She whimpered as she felt him scrape his teeth gently along the bone, tickly yet arousing. He then removed her last item of clothing, kissing the insides of her thighs. He placed hands on her hips like she had done him, and tentatively licked the sensitive spot he had found earlier. Katara’s hips bucked, but he held her down, smirking. He licked again and again, his strokes becoming surer. He then pushed a finger inside of her as he quickened the pace with his tongue, making Katara thrash her head about, lost in pleasure. He looked up to see her back arch, and he felt himself hardening again. He added a second finger, and started scissoring them. He reached his other hand up to her breast, placing his elbow on her hip to keep her still.

“Sssshit…” she hissed and her breaths became quicker, her body tensing up. George upped the pace, realising she was almost there.

She growled his name out as she came, body convulsing, toes curling, and insides screaming. Pleasure shot through her like fire. George didn’t stop what he was doing, riding out her orgasm. She let out one last cry as she fell back against the bed exhausted. He removed his fingers and licked them clean as he crawled up the bed to lie next to her. He kissed her as she had done him, to let her taste herself. “Kami-sama… that was bloody good. We should really do that more.” She stated with a big grin on her face. George laughed and snuggled into her.

“You’re amazing, you know that? But, we really should get ready. Mum said she was coming up later.” Katara’s eyes shot open as she remembered and she dived off the bed searching for her clothes. George had his boxers thrown at his face, followed by his jeans and t-shirt. Katara threw her clothes on with incredible speed that only she could, and sat down on the bed to pull George’s t-shirt over his head.

“Quick under the covers. You’re not well!” she ran over to the window and opened it, trying to disperse any sex scent they had left lingering in the room.

Poor Fred she thought as she started bending air out of the room. George watched, amazed at her skill. He had seen her do it a couple of times before, and he always remained in awe. She really was amazing.