Chapter 8: Can I, Slytherin

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Gryffinclawlife and th10thdoctor !

Thanks, guys for the "line" in the story.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and "Slytherin" ( ;) ) to the story.

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- EL ;)


Previously:

My captor tugs me back, spinning me around so that I'm face to face with them.

My breath hitches for a moment as I notice the lack of space between George and me.

My torso is being firmly held against his bare one with his left arm, and his face is only inches away.

I try to calm my ragged breaths with deeper ones, but that doesn't seem to help much.

I look up into George's warm brown eyes and search for some explanation for this unexpected reaction.

Nothing. No emotion, his face is completely blank as well.

So what is he doing? I'm saying I don't like it, but, it is making me a bit nervous.

A good nervous though. I think.

I can feel George's arm that's wrapped around my torso tug me a little closer as the inches between us become shorter.

Is he going to kiss me? What the bloody hell kind of question is that? Of course, I want him to...

Damn it, Ruby, pull it together!

I take a quiet deep breath so that George doesn't notice and try not think too much about it.

Bloody hell, is this really happening?


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George lifts his right hand and sets it on the back of my neck pulling my face closer to his.

We're so close now that our lips our barley touching.

I can feel him hesitate and pull back a little, but just as it happened he seemed to have changed his mind and pushes his lips against mine.

At first, it's like my body forgot how to move, but soon after I respond and one of my hands tangle themselves in George's hair, and the other rests on his bicep.

My lips move against his in a soft, smooth rhythm. It's not fast, but it's not slow. It's somewhere in between.

This goes on for a few more seconds until someone rudely interrupted us by clearing their throat.

George and I pull away, each of us looking a little flustered and embarrassed by the sudden new presence in the room.

I detach myself from George and turn to face a very smug looking Fred Weasley.

"Can I, Slytherin?" He asks with a huge smirk on his face.

By now I can feel the heat rushing to my face, and boy is it hot in here.

I look down to the floor embarrassed.

George, on the other hand, picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be an alarm clock, and chucked it at Fred's face.

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