One and Only 3 ; George Weasley

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"I see you decided to come." Luke said with a self-satisfied greet as he met me in a kiss. Then he snuck his arm around my waist and turned around to his house that was quite big. It looked like a fucking castle. "Welcome to the Parkinson palace. It's all ours for the next nine days."

I would lie if I said I wasn't the last worried about staying in a palace for nine days with him and no one but him. Luke's arm left my waist and instead he intertwined his hand with mine, leading me up through a big arched stone door and through the gate.

"You live in a castle?" I asked and he hummed in response as he held the door open for me, watching me walk in before following me.

"Of course I do. What did you expect? That I'd live in some flat above a shop in Diagon Alley?"

I frowned as I looked at him but he didn't notice at he just studied his home, feeling proud about how fancy he was living and that he could show it up to his girlfriend whom he knew wasn't rich. I bet he loved it. Showing me how the rich people lived. Showing me I'd never be as good as him.

"Come." he grabbed my broom and placed it against the wall before he reached for my hand again and I gave it to him so he could lead me up the stairs and down a hallway where he pushed open a door. "This is my room. Where we'll be staying."

Room? That was a bloody suite. He owned two rooms. The bedroom was the one you walked into. There stood a king sized four-poser bed cream coloured sheets and black and white throw cushions. The frame of the bed was black and above the bed was three identical art pieces. It looked like some kind of starts with a small circular mirror in the middle of them.

At the end of the bed stood an ottoman with zebra pattered fabric and by each side of the bed was a black nightstand with three drawers. A few photo frames and plants were on top along with a lamp on each of them. There was also a window behind each of the nightstands, showing the dark sky full of stars outside.

In the corner of the room, a desk stood. It was black as well and all it had was his schoolbooks and between the wall and the desk, stood a black leather chair. The wall opposite of where we were standing, weren't actually a wall. There was these big while double doors with windows on either sides and they led into some kind of a living room or sitting room. Whatever you want to call it. Everything was either black, white, grey or cream coloured.

"I sleep on the left side of the bed." Luke's chilling voice came from right behind me, his lips so close to my ear that chills went down my spine.

Sharing a bed with Luke. I had never actually done that before and it scared me. I had slept on a bed in the room of requirement while he was awake but I had never shared a bed with him like this and knowing the things he had done to me before, I was scared of what he might do when we're in a castle all alone for nine days.

Luke is not a nice guy. He's violent, he's manipulative, abusive and I didn't feel safe around him. Being with him was like walking on eggshells. You really had to watch your mouth 'cause anything could trigger him and suddenly you could be on the floor with a black eye or a cut lip.

He reached in front of me and undid my coat before pulling it off of me, throwing it on his bed. He hadn't given me the chance to take it off down in the foyer. Not my shoes either.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, running his fingers down my arms as he still stood behind me. Goosebumps rose on my skin and suddenly he grabbed onto my arms and forced me around before grabbing my arms again.

"No."

He smiled at my words before he forcefully kissed me. "That's the right answer. Have you kept to what I told you?"

"Yes."

"Good." He looked down at me. "I can see it's paying off."

He kissed me again and before I could react, he had picked me up by my thighs and forcefully wrapped them around his waist which meant I had to wrap my arms around his neck to not fall.

My heart sped up as he put me down on the bed on my back but it wasn't the good kind of speeding up. It's the kind of speeding up that happens if your body and mind thinks you're in danger, if you're scared of what's to come and I was scared of what was to come.

When he slowly reached a hand down to remove my shoes, when he fumbled with the buttons on my trousers, when he pushed his hand up under my jumper to cup my breasts.

My body and my mind knew I was in danger and while I knew the reason why my heart was speeding up, Luke simply thought I was turned on and that I wanted him.