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Why George Weasley Sees a Psychiatrist ... Regularly
Why George Weasley Sees a Psychiatrist ... Regularly.
“There’s room in the bed, Bill,” Sirius grumbled from his face down position on the edge of the bed.
Bill swallowed hard, entered the room, and softly closed the door behind himself.
“Clothes not optional, Weasley,” Snape growled before burrowing further into his pillow.
Bill stripped his clothes faster than he had ever done before, his dark blue eyes wide in wonder and fixed on the naked backside of one Sirius Black.
“Shove over, Padfoot, make room for your guest!” Lupin added as he attempted to steal blankets from the prone Potions master.
Quickly, Bill padded over to the large bed, and helped Lupin straighten the coverings. Sirius pressed up against Snape, covering him with his arm. Bill slipped into the bed next to Sirius and pressed against his back.
“Mmmmm, I’m thinking you don’t really want to learn how to play cards, Bill,” Sirius observed as he felt Bill’s burgeoning erection nestle into the crack of his buttocks. Sirius pressed back a bit, earning a groan from the newcomer.
“I’d really like to try this Poke Her game, or Poke Him?” Bill answered with a sly grin.
“Easy there, cursebreaker,” Lupin cautioned.
“Later!” Snape snapped irritably. “Sleep now.”
“Mmmm, yes, sleep,” agreed Sirius. “Snape had a bad night with moldy-mort.”
Bill’s eyes widened in surprise at Black’s statement and candor. The men all shifted, searching for comfortable spots amongst them. They settled with Lupin curled on his side, facing outwards, with Snape spooned around him. Sirius pressed against Snape, back to back, and pulled Bill into himself, cradling him, erection to erection. Bill snuggled his face into Sirius’ neck and whimpered ever so quietly.
Sirius raised his hand to pull gently on Bill’s ponytail. He whispered into the younger man’s ear, “Wait until the old-timers fall asleep.”
“If I have to …” Bill whispered back.
Sirius answered him with another tug on the ponytail.
“Sleep, now!” Lupin barked. Snape snored.
Bill arched his head back, revealing his long throat in a submissive manner to the dog Animagus, who gritted his teeth and glowered at the younger man. “Sleep first, Bill,” he ordered softly.
**
“Oi! Hey! Anyone know where Bill’s gone off to?” George peered around the room.
“No,” grumbled Hermione. “Why?”
“Dunno, just figured we weren’t finished yet.”
“We were sleeping,” Fred added.
“Yeah, so, we aren’t now …” George added with a playful leer.
“Go find Bill,” Hermione mumbled, burying her head under a pillow.
“Party poopers!” George exclaimed, rolling out of the bed, and starting to dress.
“Ummm hmmm,” Fred agreed lazily.
George skittered out of the room, to stand in the hallway, trying to decide where to look first.
“Kitchen!” he thought triumphantly as he headed for the stairs.
**
In the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, Molly Weasley sat on Arthur’s lap, spoon feeding him from the dish of chocolate ice cream on the large, wooden table. After each bite, he paused to lick some of the whipped cream from her ample, nearly bare breasts.
George galloped into the kitchen only to skid to a stunned halt.
“GEORGE!” Arthur hollered.
Molly rolled her eyes and muttered, “Kids …”
“Great Merlin on ice skates in Hell, Mum! Again! My eyes!” George hid his face, turned tail and ran for cover.
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“There’s room in the bed, Bill,” Sirius grumbled from his face down position on the edge of the bed.
Bill swallowed hard, entered the room, and softly closed the door behind himself.
“Clothes not optional, Weasley,” Snape growled before burrowing further into his pillow.
Bill stripped his clothes faster than he had ever done before, his dark blue eyes wide in wonder and fixed on the naked backside of one Sirius Black.
“Shove over, Padfoot, make room for your guest!” Lupin added as he attempted to steal blankets from the prone Potions master.
Quickly, Bill padded over to the large bed, and helped Lupin straighten the coverings. Sirius pressed up against Snape, covering him with his arm. Bill slipped into the bed next to Sirius and pressed against his back.
“Mmmmm, I’m thinking you don’t really want to learn how to play cards, Bill,” Sirius observed as he felt Bill’s burgeoning erection nestle into the crack of his buttocks. Sirius pressed back a bit, earning a groan from the newcomer.
“I’d really like to try this Poke Her game, or Poke Him?” Bill answered with a sly grin.
“Easy there, cursebreaker,” Lupin cautioned.
“Later!” Snape snapped irritably. “Sleep now.”
“Mmmm, yes, sleep,” agreed Sirius. “Snape had a bad night with moldy-mort.”
Bill’s eyes widened in surprise at Black’s statement and candor. The men all shifted, searching for comfortable spots amongst them. They settled with Lupin curled on his side, facing outwards, with Snape spooned around him. Sirius pressed against Snape, back to back, and pulled Bill into himself, cradling him, erection to erection. Bill snuggled his face into Sirius’ neck and whimpered ever so quietly.
Sirius raised his hand to pull gently on Bill’s ponytail. He whispered into the younger man’s ear, “Wait until the old-timers fall asleep.”
“If I have to …” Bill whispered back.
Sirius answered him with another tug on the ponytail.
“Sleep, now!” Lupin barked. Snape snored.
Bill arched his head back, revealing his long throat in a submissive manner to the dog Animagus, who gritted his teeth and glowered at the younger man. “Sleep first, Bill,” he ordered softly.
**
“Oi! Hey! Anyone know where Bill’s gone off to?” George peered around the room.
“No,” grumbled Hermione. “Why?”
“Dunno, just figured we weren’t finished yet.”
“We were sleeping,” Fred added.
“Yeah, so, we aren’t now …” George added with a playful leer.
“Go find Bill,” Hermione mumbled, burying her head under a pillow.
“Party poopers!” George exclaimed, rolling out of the bed, and starting to dress.
“Ummm hmmm,” Fred agreed lazily.
George skittered out of the room, to stand in the hallway, trying to decide where to look first.
“Kitchen!” he thought triumphantly as he headed for the stairs.
**
In the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, Molly Weasley sat on Arthur’s lap, spoon feeding him from the dish of chocolate ice cream on the large, wooden table. After each bite, he paused to lick some of the whipped cream from her ample, nearly bare breasts.
George galloped into the kitchen only to skid to a stunned halt.
“GEORGE!” Arthur hollered.
Molly rolled her eyes and muttered, “Kids …”
“Great Merlin on ice skates in Hell, Mum! Again! My eyes!” George hid his face, turned tail and ran for cover.
**Just another word doodle. Happy Friday, y'all. For more information:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=16732