~Tutoring~

George could still feel the faint stinging of when her nails were raking down his back, leaving cat-like scratches.

He was pretty sure that was the best hookup he had ever had in his life and he'd had a lot.

Her tiny moans had sent ecstasy coursing through him and her body hand fit perfectly in his hands.

He wasn't sure if it was a momentary lapse of judgment or if she would let it happen again but merlin, he was hoping it was the second option.

"You ok mate?" Fred asked, buttoning up his shirt as he got ready for his morning classes, "Yeah, I'm fine," George said, burying his face in his hands, memories of the previous night flooding him once again.

"Good night?" Fred smirked, knowing exactly what happened or along the lines of what happened.

"Yeah," George said truthfully, not wanting Fred to pester him with any more questions, alas that was exactly what he did.

"So," Fred asked, shuffling towards him, "Who was it?"

George went slightly pink but played it off, "Just some Ravenclaw chick," he lied, feeling insanely guilty the moment the lie escaped his lips.

"Cool, well I've got class, see you around," Fred said, unbothered by his brother's weird attitude as they usually told each other everything.

Not before shooting him a sceptical look, Fred walked out into the stairwell.

"Fuck," George mumbled.

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Bella was sitting under the large Beech tree by the Black Lake, indulging in a trashy, heated romance novel, her guilty pleasure.

Her head was tilted as she took in the words, her stomach giving a flip at the clear sexual tension between the characters.

The main character was on her way to her office when she got grabbed and pulled into a cupboard, a broom cupboard.

Fuck.

No no no no.

She slammed the book closed and shoved it in her satchel, unwanted memories streaming back into her mind.

It was just a rebound, it means nothing.

Assuring herself she was just being silly, she reached into her bag and resumed reading but instead of picturing the guy in the book, she pictured George, his deep chocolatey eyes fierce with lust and his toned body against hers.

"Well that book is ruined for me," she grumbled, stuffing it back into her bag and heading up towards the castle, feeling hot and bothered, getting mental images she did not need to see.

And what made it even better was that it was a Tuesday so she had to sit through two hours of insufferable awkwardness, this was going to be great.

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Bella set her textbooks across the table at exactly four o'clock, placing two quills in front of her, hoping to just give him a quiz and be done with it.

At approximately four fifteen George arrived, breathing heavily having jogged all the way from Charms.

"Hey," he said, grinning sheepishly and running a hand through his hair.

Despite trying so hard not to a fierce blush burned on Bella's face, "Hi," she said, hating how high and squeaky her voice sounded.

"Um, I've put together a quiz for you to do so, here," she said, breaking the awkward tension as she slid a roll of parchment towards him, making sure not to touch his hand.

"Was that before or after we hooked up, love," George smirked, regaining his confidence after seeing how insanely flustered she was getting.

Bella knew this was going to happen, she knew he was going to rub her face in her momentary lapse of judgement.

"That was just a rebound for me Weasley so don't go wanting a do-over," she said, determined not to show any signs that she might have enjoyed it.

George smirked, his tongue swirling around in his cheek, "Sure darling, but I know for sure that you didn't see that as a rebound."

Something about the way he said darling made her grip onto her seat, feeling butterflies swarm in her lower stomach.

"Well I did, so," she choked out, hating what his stare was currently doing to her, undressing her with his eyes and she wasn't mad about it.

George rolled his eyes, seeing right through her, "Wanna get out of here?" he asked but she shook her head.

"I'm your tutor, I need to actually tutor you not, well, y'know," she said, not making eye contact as she knew what that would do to her.

"Tomorrow we can resume this tutoring session but as for now, I'm assuming you know the password to the Prefects bathroom?"

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