Harry Potter Imagines

Tease G.W

He ducked his head to press open mouthed kisses across your neck, talking between each one, "Do you have any idea how difficult it's been not being as close to you as I want to be? I've been going insane."

"You think you're the only one?"

His hands ran down your body and round to your bum, giving it a squeeze as he pushed you against the wall. As he trailed up towards your mouth to kiss you properly, he tugged gently at the hem of your sweater.

Just as you had pulled it over your head - George mesmerized by the way your lace bra accentuated your breasts; you heard Molly call up the stairs that food was ready, and for everyone to come down.

George shook his head, grabbing your waist, "I can't wait any longer, just look what you've done to me, love." He pressed himself against you, and you could feel him hard against where you wanted him, making your breath hitch.

"Let's just not go," he mumbled, tracing kisses across your collarbone and down to the tops of your breasts. You let out a breathy sigh as you ran your hand through his messy hair, "We have to, your mum has made food and honestly I'd love to eat it - I'm hungry and she's an amazing cook."

George buried his head into your shoulder,

"I'd rather eat something else to be honest."

"George!" You playfully swatted at his arm, before pulling away and moving around him to grab the sweater you'd dropped, putting it back on.

As you passed him again, he reached out to grab your hip, "Are you sure we have to go?" You nodded, "Yes! Everyone will be waiting for us."

"Fine..." He agreed, albeit reluctantly, running a hand through his hair to tidy it a little as he sat on his bed. You stood near the doorway for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to stand up, however he continued to sit there, making you raise an eyebrow and turn to walk out, hoping it would prompt him to follow, "Right, come on then."

"Give me a minute," he replied, staring at the floor.

You turned back to him with a frown. "Why- oh!" You realized, "Want me to wait or go?" George licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down, "Should probably go darlin', knowing you're right next to me looking like you do is enough to keep me hard all night."

Scoffing out a laugh, you looked at him sympathetically, "We'll finish this later, I promise."

You left him in his room, heading down the stairs to where the family usually ate meals, finding most of them already there, bar Ron and Harry, who arrived a few minutes after you, pushing and shoving each other as they laughed at something one of them had said.

You were sat at the end of the table, Fred across from you, an empty seat to your left for George. Molly rushed into the room, placing plates of food down with a wave of her wand, fussing over Harry before heading over to you, "Do you know where George is, dear?"

"I think he's in his room, Molly. Said he'd be down soon," you replied with a smile. She placed a plate in front of you and nodded as you thanked her, "That boy is never on time for anything I swear - he'll be late to even your wedding, just you watch dear!"

Her comment made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head to hide your smile just as she wandered off to grab a plate for Percy, who was sat at the other end of the table beside Arthur, deep in conversation. "So, where is my dear younger twin?" Fred asked, shooting you a knowing smirk as he began eating the food on his plate.

"Well-"

"I'm right here," George announced as he entered the room, finally making his appearance as he took the seat beside you.