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content warning:
SMUT!!
This one-shot contains sexual content.
If you are below the age of 18 or aren't
comfortable reading smut, go ahead
and skip this one.
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author's note:
This takes place during the chapter
"Afterglow" this is what happened between
George and Eloise after they left Ron and Hermione's wedding reception early.

I just wanted to do a fun little spicy one-shot
since I literally never write smut, but what
better occasion to try than Valentine's Day?

(also please be kind hahaha, writing smut is
so difficult , why did no one tell me???)
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June 2000

"Prove it"

Her words came out as a whisper as his calloused fingertips grazed over the small of her back. The deep sea of blue velvet hung precariously from her shoulders, her bare back fully exposed. One gentle move of George's fingers teasing at the fabric would reveal everything that, up to now, had been left only to his imagination.

Her own fingers gripped to his shirt, using the liquid courage coursing through her veins to undo the one final button that he had neglected. She knew he wouldn't utter the words she so desperately craved. The one confession she needed to hear. But maybe he'd be willing to show her without having to say anything at all.

His hold on her waist faltered for a moment as she saw doubt flicker in his eyes. Honestly, she couldn't blame him – there had been tension mounting between them all night. A passing admittance that she and George had much different views on their future. The wedding that would never happen, the children they would never have. They were all things Eloise hadn't even truly considered until he had all but shut down any hope of it happening. All she needed was reassurance of some kind, any kind.

All she wanted was to feel like George loved her, even if he wouldn't ever say it.

"Eloise, what are you – I mean, are you sure? We can–" he stammered.

She didn't want to be dissuaded from this, she didn't want George to talk any sense into her. Up to now, they had taken things relatively slow but right this second all she wanted was to feel how much George adored her. Whether it was right or not, whether or not she would come to regret it in the morning. That would be her problem then.

For now, all she wanted was him.

"Show me how much you care, George." she said quietly as her gaze flicked to his lips that were parted slightly but before he could even speak, she pleaded once more as she locked eyes with him, "Please."

He hesitated for a moment, looking slightly conflicted. But whatever was going through his mind quickly dissolved when his lips met hers.

This kiss was more passionate than usual, hungrier. Their tongues intertwined, battling for dominance as George's grip tightened on her waist. She wondered if he could taste the wine on her tongue, if he'd use it as evidence that they shouldn't go through with this. But when she felt his hands run up her bare back, pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders, all of those worries faded away.

Her own fingers ran up his toned abs, causing him to shiver beneath her touch. He always complained about how cold her hands were but at this moment she felt like part of him enjoyed it.

As their kiss deepened, Eloise reached up and laced her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. A quiet groan radiated through his throat, the sound muffled by their kiss. The feeling of her pulling the hair at the nape of his neck seemed to switch something within him, as if all the doubt had suddenly melted away from his mind. As he pulled away from her, the look in his eyes had darkened. No longer was there any hesitation, whatever was going through his mind before had now been replaced with confidence.

"Bed." he said firmly.

At his sudden dominance, a shaky breath fell through Eloise's lips followed by a smirk. Excitement radiated through her veins as she took a step back, maintaining her eye contact with him. She let her knees give in as she backed into the foot of her bed, coming to a seat at the edge as she leaned back on her hands.

His hungry gaze was roaming her. The way the straps of her dress were loosely hanging from her shoulders. The loose curls that framed her face. The way her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth in anticipation.

The corner of his lip curled up as he reached for his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Wordlessly, he locked and silenced the room at the off chance Verity would come back home to the flat rather than spending the night with Charlie. After tossing his wand aside once he was done, he took a step closer to the bed.

"Lay back, darling. Let me take care of you."

His voice was softer now, and she didn't hesitate to follow his instructions. Her golden curls splayed out around her head like a halo, an angel on pristine sheets – innocent and sweet.

A smile grew on George's face as she looked at him with those big blue eyes, and he whispered a soft, "Good girl."

Once his shirt was shrugged off his shoulder, discarded elsewhere in the dimly lit room, George crawled on top of her. A barely there kiss was pressed to her neck before he moved his lips close to her ear.

"This is going to be fun."

His whisper caused a flurry of butterflies to form in her stomach. She was certain she'd never felt more anticipation in her life.

When his lips reattached to her neck, he began a slow burning trail down her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. Every move he made was slow and deliberate. He took his time pulling the fabric of her dark navy gown away from her shoulders to reveal her bare chest. The most delicate touch of his fingertips ghosted over the sensitive peak of her nipple and Eloise couldn't prevent the desperate whimper that fell from her throat.

The smirk on George's lips clearly never left because it was still prominent as ever when he pulled away from her, "What is it, love?"

Her eyes locked with his and all she could manage was a needy sigh. Everything she wanted from him was so clear in her mind but the words got caught in her throat. All of her desires were locked behind the innocent facade she maintained so well – much too shy to confess to the growing ache between her legs that only he could fix.

It was becoming apparent to Eloise that this was probably exactly how George liked it – his favorite game. He wanted to take it slow, to watch her expression as he teased her, knowing that she was much too reserved to ask for what she wanted. That is, until she really wanted it.

He'd wait for all the signs like a well organized checklist; her parted lips, her quiet whimpers, the furrow in her brow.

But he wanted to hear her say it. Then and only then would he finally give in.

The thought of Eloise begging, it was like music to his ears. The desperation in her voice as her cheeks flushed in that beautiful shade of ruby red was nearly enough to drive him crazy.

"I want you." her voice came out as a whisper, needy for his touch – for his love.

George said nothing more. His hands were roaming her once more, warm on her skin, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. The velvet sea of her gown was pooled around her waist but he was wasting no more time in shedding that layer that stood between them.

Instinctively, Eloise lifted her hips to allow him to pull her dress off her body before discarding it on the floor beside her bed. The gown wasn't cheap, and if they were in any other situation she might be upset by the fact that it now laid in a crumpled heap on the floor. But her mind was elsewhere as she locked eyes with George.

She was lying there with only a thin white layer of lace covering the most intimate part of her. There was a certain sense of need behind his eyes as he gazed down at her, but it wasn't what she expected. He was looking over her like she was an ethereal being, something almost unreal that needed to be cherished.

"You're perfect." he said quietly.

His words sounded so genuine, it almost made her forget for a moment everything he said to her at his brother's wedding reception. Eloise let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. George did cherish her, she could sense it all without him even touching her. But she still wanted him, needed him.

So, she sat up and grabbed his hand before laying back down and pulled him with her. He let out a chuckle as she did so, clearly amused by her suddenly taking charge. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a deep kiss as his elbows planted firmly into the mattress on either side of her. The feeling of their bare chests against each other and George biting on her bottom lip made her moan.

"George..."

As she pulled a way to catch her breath, his name fell through her lips like a prayer, a pleading cry for him even though she couldn't even think clearly enough to know exactly what she wanted him to do. She just wanted him. All of him.

"I love it when you say my name, darling." he whispered in her ear before biting lightly on her earlobe.

That was enough to send Eloise's head spinning but then, his hips pressed into hers and every nerve in her body was set alight. Out of pure instinct and need, Eloise bucked her hips again, desperate to feel his own desire against hers once more.

At the contact, George let out a deep groan against her neck before she heard him chuckle. His laughter radiated through his chest, vibrating into her own.

"Eager, are we?" he whispered before pressing a kiss to her temple and pulling back to look down at her.

Her bottom lip was tucked tightly between her teeth as she glanced down between her legs where George was. In the back of her mind she could imagine what was beneath those grey slacks that were annoyingly still on his body, although she began to think he'd likely be much more comfortable if they were off as it was clear to her they were growing much tighter.

"Take them off."

The words came out of Eloise's mouth before she even realized she had actually said them rather than simply thinking them. When her eyes met George's once more his brows were raised and a devilish smirk adorned his face, clearly quite amused by her forwardness.

A furious blush grew over Eloise's cheeks at the realization of what she'd said, but to her delight he was more than willing to obey her command. George sat up on his knees, between her legs, and began undoing his belt all while looking deep into her eyes, as if challenging her to maintain eye contact with him rather than give into the temptation of taking a peek at what would soon be revealed to her.

It was a difficult challenge, she could admit that much. But she stood strong and didn't break her gaze away from those dark honey eyes for a single second. Not until he stood from the end of the bed and finally let the fabric drop from his hips. When her eyes fell, George tutted as his thumbs teased at the waistband of his boxers, only giving her the smallest glimpse of where that trail of red hair below his belly button led to.

"Eyes up, darling. Be good for me."

Only when their eyes met once more, did George continue the task, although she did sneak a quick peek as he kicked his boxers off to the side and what her eyes were met with took all the breath away from her lungs. Eloise had never felt such want, no, need before and when George joined her on the bed once more and didn't immediately move to take away the thin layer of lace that remained on her hips, she decided she'd take care of it herself.

But as if he knew exactly what she was doing, George quickly grasped her wrists and pinned them beside her head, "Patience, Ellie."

A needy whimper fell through her lips, "Please George."

"Please what?" he asked as his lips attached to her neck.

She bucked her hips, desperate to feel him where she needed him most, "I want you."

As the words left her tongue, George groaned against her skin and indulged in her ever so slightly as he pressed his hips into hers. The friction made her moan, the lace still adorned on her hips increasing the sensation even more. But as quick as George was to give in, he pulled away just as fast and Eloise was growing more frustrated.

With her wrists still restrained beside her head, she was completely at George's mercy.

"No more teasing." she pleaded.

George pulled away from her slightly with a raised brow, "You think I'm teasing?"

"Yes." she said with a stern frown that only caused George to widen his smile.

She felt him release her left hand and before she could even react to her new found freedom, she felt his hand dip between her thighs. Her lips parted as a teasing finger grazed over the lace, rubbing slow circles over her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I haven't even gotten started yet, darling." he whispered as he watched her carefully.

It was just as he wanted. That mental checklist he'd imagined. Her parted lips, her furrowed brows, the desperate whimpers. Music to his ears, a true work of art. Her back arched when she felt his fingers dip beneath the fabric, the warm touch of his fingers on her bare skin made her see stars.

"Please George, I can't take it anymore." she whined.

Without a word, he sunk one finger deep inside her and Eloise let out a moan as if all of the frustration she was feeling had finally been cured. Already she was convinced that George's fingers were like magic, there was no doubt about it. If he could make her feel this good with his hands, she couldn't wait to feel all of him.

When he added another, Eloise arched her back and she heard George chuckle.

"Feel good?" he asked and she nodded desperately, as if she thought he'd stop if she didn't answer fast enough.

"Words, darling." he said as he continued his steady pace, "Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Eloise shut her eyes tightly, focusing on her pleasure. Realizing she was close to the presicipe, she'd do just about anything he told her to, "So good, George – fuck – so, so, good."

Despite following his command, as soon as the words left her lips, she felt George pull his fingers away and she let out a frustrated whine. But she couldn't stay mad at him, because when she felt him tugging at the waistband of her lace underwear she knew what was coming next.

"That may have been good, but now I'm going to make you feel incredible." he whispered against her lips as he dipped down to kiss her.

As she fell into the kiss, she felt George's hands on her waist and then she felt him. The second his hardness teased at her entrance, she let out a gasp. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers for a moment.

"Are you ready?"

After all the teasing, it seemed that George had suddenly become more serious. Almost as if he was trying to give Eloise an out.

"Yes, George."

"Are you sure?"

Eloise reached up to cup the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her. Her thumbs ran over his cheekbones as she studied the furrow in his brow for a moment before locking eyes with him.

"I'm sure. Please, George. I want this, I want you – all of you." she whispered.

Without breaking his eyes away from her, he pressed into her slowly – taking his time to let her adjust. He watched as her eyes closed and she let out a silent gasp. With each inch, he studied her expression, pausing to press kisses to her forehead until he was fully inside her.

"You're doing so good for me, Ellie. So good." he praised as he kissed her cheek.

Eloise had never felt so full, physically and emotionally. Her hands had remained at the sides of his face, caressing the stubbled skin as he took gentle care of her. When her eyes opened, she smiled at George who returned it with a kiss.

Even if it was all just her delusion, she knew that George loved her in this moment because she could feel it. And she wanted more.

"Make me feel incredible, George," she whispered, "just like you promised."

His head dipped down to the crook of her neck and she found herself stroking his hair as he slowly thrust in and out of her. With each gentle thrust, Eloise felt herself growing emotional and she was almost thankful that George wasn't looking at her. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but it wasn't from sadness. She was simply overwhelmed with how deeply she felt for him.

She loved him. There was nothing she was more certain about. And as they became closer than ever before, she found it hard to fight the urge to confess it to him in this moment.

"Oh, George..." she sighed when he reached a particularly deep spot within her.

She felt him moan against her neck and quicken his pace, hitting the spot within her that made her see stars over and over. Her moans were growing louder, spurring George on even more. When he felt her legs wrap around his hips, beckoning him deeper, he finally pulled away from the crook of her neck to look at her. As he kept up his pace, her eyes fell closed as his name fell from her lips over and over like a mantra.

"Look at me, Ellie." he said in a ragged breath, nearing his high.

When her eyes opened, she nearly came undone as the look on his face said everything his lips refused to. He was watching her, studying her as she neared the precipice. Maybe he'd never say what she so desperately wanted to hear, but what he did say next was just enough.

"Beautiful," he whispered, "My beautiful girl."

The coil snapped within Eloise and she reached euphoria with George's praise repeating over and over in her mind. As she cried out his name, digging her nails into his biceps, leaving behind half-moon shaped tattoos, George soon followed suit. Reaching the precipice to the sound of her voice calling out his name like a prayer.

They laid there for a moment, catching their breath before George slowly pulled out of her and collapsed on his back beside her. Silence fell in the room for a moment before Eloise rolled to her side to look at George. His eyes were closed, as if he were well and truly spent and was about three seconds away from falling asleep. She laced her fingers through his hair and a sleepy grin formed on his lips.

"Thank you." she whispered.

George lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at her, "For what?"

Eloise didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. That she felt loved and adored, even if he wasn't brave enough to say it. But she simply smiled and shrugged, "For being you and for being here."

A chuckle radiated in his chest as he laid back and closed his eyes once more. He opened his arm to her, an invitation to curl into his chest and she happily obliged as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close. Soon, she closed her eyes and allowed the steady beating of George's heart to lull her to sleep.

Maybe in the morning she'd remember everything that happened at the wedding and realize sleeping together hadn't actually fixed anything. Maybe she'd realize it only made everything more complicated.

But for right now, she felt loved and even if it wasn't true, it still felt real.