(Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.)
Unexpected Attraction
By Aria Black
Chapter 6: Unexpected Moments
George moaned as he took another bite of his cherry cheesecake. "Wow, Draco, this is amazing. I've never had a cheesecake as good as this."
Tonight's dinner was a complete surprise for George. Draco had made his favorite dinner, lasagna and fresh french bread, and for dessert, his favorite, cherry cheesecake.
Draco smiled softly, even as his eyes seemed to become a little sad. "It was one of the few things my mother loved to do for herself. Baking was a passion, even though father looked down on her for it. When she got lonely, she'd teach me. I got to enjoy it so much, that once I was on my own, I began to learn cooking as well as baking."
Putting his fork down, George, who was sitting next to Draco this time, reached over and touched his cheek gently. "I know your mother would be proud at how far you've come," he said softly with a smile. "I know I am."
He nodded. "People change I suppose. Mother went crazy when father was killed. I lost all reason to even attempt at being such a git any more. It really all came down to what was providing the fuel for the fire, so to speak."
He toyed with his glasses for a moment before catching George's hand and kissing the palm gently. "In any case. The past is the past. There is a lot of changes. I think the only thing that stayed the same was your brother's and your love of a challenge."
"Oh, and what do you think is a challenge for me?" George murmured, smiling as he moved his chair closer until their knees touched. Bringing Draco's hand to his lips, he gently kissed the tip of his fingers before sliding one finger into his mouth slowly.
He felt his heart pick up it's pace, even as his breathing seemed to catch in his throat. For a moment he couldn't say anything, but then, he was a Malfoy, and they never stayed tongue tied for long.
"I think being with me in general. While you love me, you also are worried to be caught with me. As when Wood had told you he knew, you were worried. It's a challenge to see how long you can continue on with me, before something else finds out. Like one of your family members."
"Well, the more days pass, the more I'm beginning to believe that I don't care what they think," George said softly, sliding the middle finger in to his mouth and sucks softly. "I love my family dearly, but if they make me choose... I'll choose you."
Draco paused, his gray eyes very serious behind hid glasses. It was almost like looking at someone else. He slowly slid his hand from George's cleaver mouth and his soft hold. "That is the one thing I don't want you to do. Family is very important. Don't ever think a lover is ever worth breaking your mother's heart over. Losing Percy as she has, seeing as he still won't talk to her almost killed her, what would losing another child do?"
He looked away, feeling very foolish. "When I last visited my mother in St. Mungos, I told her about us. She smiled at me, George. She was actually happy for me. It was the first sight of life I've seen in her since she was taken there. It was as if she knew I wasn't alone anymore, that she didn't have to worry about me."
George was quiet for a moment before reaching over and turning his head to look at him, said softly, "They're not my only family anymore. YOU'RE my family now too, Draco, and family doesn't make loved ones chose over one another." He leaned over and kissed the other gently, before looking at him with serious eyes. "I love you Draco. I lost Lee and it hurt so much. If I lose you... it'll kill me."
He closed his eyes, the words he had been wanting to ask since they had first made love spilling from his lips before he could stop them or even think them over. "Then move in with me, George. I love all the time we have together. But when you leave... it hurts to know I have to be alone until you can next return."
George didn't even have to think about his reply. "Alright, I will."
Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that to fall from his lips. Perhaps an 'I'll think about it' or 'I can't' or even a 'what would people think?' but never 'Alright, I will'.
"Really?" he said, his voice almost sounding childish, pitched a bit high.
He smiled. "What will you tell Fred?" he asked, worry in his eyes even with the smile on his lips.
"The truth," George replied simply. "If he gets angry, he gets angry. I'll still be with you." He brushed hair out of Draco's eyes. "I'll still love you, no matter what happens along the way."
"I really don't want to come between your family and you, though. I'd feel... bad... if it happens." Yet he couldn't help reaching up and holding his hand, beginning to kiss the palm of his hand before placing small kisses to each one of his knuckles.
"We're together Draco, so it's bound to cause some rifts," George murmured, his eyes half-closed. "But as long as we stay strong together, we'll get through it."
He nodded. "At least you'll be able to quell all of their thoughts about if I had ever been a Death Eater or not," he commented, his tank top not revealing any sort of mark on his left arm at all.
George smirked. "Yes, I can tell them I'm absolutely sure there's no marks of any kind on you, unless I'm the one that made them."
Draco fairly purred. "Well, how about you make a few, just to have something to tell them?" he asked, tired of the seriousness their conversation had taken. His romantic moment at home had turned into a very serious moment in the blink of an eye.
"I think that a smashing idea." Standing up, he held his hand out to his lover. "We'll clean the dishes later."
With a wave his his hand, the dishes not only were clean, but back where they were supposed to be. "Why is it you always think like a muggle, love?" he asked, even as he placed his hand into George's outstretched one.
"Try living with my Pop for a week. You'll understand why." Holding his hand, George led Draco up to the bedroom. "Besides, sometimes doing things yourself instead of using magic is fulfilling in itself."
He couldn't help but pout. "Excuse me? I seem to recall cooking and baking for you, the muggle way."
"Yes love, and I loved dinner, it was the best I ever had, but you don't like to clean up the muggle way. I know it sucks, but try it just once, and then you'll understand muggles a little more." Opening the door, they walked in and George closed it again before pulling his lover close.
"Enough of all the other stuff tonight. Right now, I just want to be with you," he said softly before kissing the other.
He groaned, leaning into him, kissing him deeply. He didn't even have it in him to tell him that he cleaned the muggle way a lot more than he realized. It was why the house stayed so clean and why he didn't go nuts from being alone when they were apart and all he had was the home itself to keep him company.
Cupping the side of his face, George flicked his tongue over the soft lips before parting them and tongue met tongue halfway. He let his thumbs gently massaged the sides of Draco's face, slowly moving down his neck.
He moaned into his lips, his tongue trying to tease George's, even though it was obvious that George was the one in control this time around. He didn't mind. He wanted George to be able to take the lead as much as he did. And this was about as fair as it came. Breaking the kiss only when his lungs began to need air, he tipped his head, back, bearing his neck in a show of submission. Letting the older boy know he was the one in control, the one dominating this time around.
Lowering his head, George's lips brushed against smooth skin, gently licking it, slowly exploring, trying to find places to tease and arouse his lover, and he did, on a spot just behind his left ear.
"Nnnaaahhh!" Draco cried out, his body instinctively arching toward him. "Merlin, careful there... it's... extremely sensitive there." To prove his point, he took George's hand and placed it over his arousal, which was already full and aching. A slight dampness at the front of his sweats alerted to the fact he was very turned on.
"Oh really?" With a small smirk, he licked that spot again before nipping it.
"AAAHHHH!" he cried out, almost feeling the urge to cum right then and there. "Merlin's beard! George... not again... I don't want this over like that," he moaned.
Fusing his mouth with Draco's again with a groan, George began to undress him, only breaking the kiss to remove the shirt.
He groaned, even as cool air seemed to cover his body. His length was free, tinted red, and showing just how aroused it was by how badly it was leaking. He had never found such a spot on George and he roughly wondered if it was just him that there was such a unique place. Yet he didn't care. The crush of George's lips on his, their tongues seeming to mate, was all that mattered to him at this current moment in time.
"Mmm... On the bed love," George murmured, nipping his lower lip as he slowly backed Draco towards the large beg.
Draco laid back on the bed, eagerly wondering what his lover had planned, and wanting more of whatever it was. "Mmm, do your best George," he murmured, kissing him softly for a second.
George kissed him back before moving away for a moment to undress. "Do my best? You worried that I won't?" he teased softly as he threw his shirt off.
Draco shook his head. "No. I'm afraid you've got me so wound up that I won't last to see it," he admitted with a soft pink tinting his cheeks.
Laughing, George started on his pants. "Is that right? And to think I thought a Malfoy could withstand such torture," he teased.
Draco nodded, his glasses still on. "That was before you found a place on me that seemed to break any such ideas of withstanding the torture."
"And I hope I'm the only one that will know about that place." Removing the last piece of clothes, George now stood in front of Draco completely naked.
He groaned at the sight of George naked and standing before him, bared to his gaze. It was like looking at something that had been perfectly crafted with love. There was not an ouch of fat on George, nor was there anything by way of a blemish. "So far," he murmured, holding his arms open to him.
Joining him on the bed, George moved on top of his lover and lowered his head, kissing him again. "So far... I'm going to be the ONLY ONE that knows about all your sensitive places..."
Draco's eyes turned serious. "You are the ONLY ONE I will ever allow to know me like this," he replied, trying not to arch against him so that he didn't arch up to rub his throbbing cock against him.
"You don't know how happy you just made me by saying that," he murmured as he started to kiss down his lover's neck again.
He groaned, even as he gave into temptation and pressed against him, rubbing his erection against his lover. "Gee, I should state the truth more often," he commented.
"Nnnh..." George nipped the other's neck. He continued kissing and nipping down Draco's body, leaving soft marks all over the otherwise perfectly smooth white skin.
"AAWWW!" he cried, arching his body even closer to him. "George... please... I can't... hold out..."
George finally got to where he wanted, Draco's cock standing proudly in front of him. "Then don't," was all was said before George took him into his mouth.
"Nnnaaaahhh!" he cried, pushing his member up into George's mouth, trying to get him to take more of him. "Can't... hold... back..." he grumbled, trying not to cum that second from the feel of the tight, moist heat that surrounded his length.
Letting his throat, George allowed more of the smooth, hot organ to enter his mouth, letting out a soft groan before starting to suck, pulling it out only to lick the tip before taking it back in again.
"GEOR...GE!" He cried out, his body letting go suddenly. He felt his cock convulse inside his lover's mouth. He gasped and panted deeply, even while he slid his fingers into his George's hair to hold him still as his hot seed spilled from him.
Swallowing the warm semi-sweet liquid in his mouth, George didn't move away when Draco had calmed down. Instead, he licked and sucked as he slowly brought him back to hardness.
Draco whimpered softly, feeling himself buck into George's mouth was he was back to his senses, his body already beginning to respond and re-awaken to his touch. He had never felt anything so amazingly sweet in all his life.
Reaching into the drawer, George pulled out the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers, warming it up before lowering his hand and gently teasing Draco's opening for a bit before slowly pushing one finger inside.
He groaned, but his body was really ready for him. The second his finger slipped inside, Draco's body seemed to greedily suck it in. He wanted more, and he wasn't certain he wanted to wait for it. "M... more... "he panted out.
Lifting his head, George watched his lover's face as he pushed a second, then a third finger in. "Merlin, do you know how beautiful you look right now?" he said hoarsely
His head was tossing back and forth on the bed, his body arching up into the fingers he pushed into him. His eyes were closed while he whimpered softly. "George," he whispered.
He then opened his eyes and looked up at his red haired lover. "About as beautiful as you look.".
Smiling softly, he removed his fingers and got himself ready before pressing against the tight opening. "Are you ready love," he asked softly.
He nodded, swallowing deeply. "Y... yes..."
Taking a hold of his hips gently, George slowly pushed inside the other, stopping about halfway so Draco could get use to him, but in reality, he wanted to thrust him, he was so tight... "Draco..." he gasped softly.
Draco took all sense of being nice and slow and threw it out the window. With a shift of his hips, he pushed George's length fully into him. His head was tipped back as a low groan of pleasure passed his lips. He would never admit why he could take this without pain... at least... not this early in their relationship... but for the moment, he was glad of it.
"Oh... Merlin's beard! George! Don't... just stay there... move!"
A soft growl of pleasure escaped before George's hands tightened on his love's hips before he started to thrust. "God, Draco..." he gasped out. "You're so tight..."
He gasped softly, arching up to meet his every thrust. "All... the better... to torment... you with..." he panted out, even as his body seemed to pull George inside deeply with each inward thrust and slowly release him for the slow glide out.
Draco moaned and gave a low, deep keening cry from his lips as George began to pound into him over and over again. His hand on his cock was sheer pleasure, but he knew he'd never get off at the same time as his lover without a little added help.
"The spot... go for the spot..." he groaned out.
Lifting his legs and putting them over his shoulder, George change the angle of his thrusts, and after a couple, found the spot he was looking for.
He felt stars flash through his eyes and he cried out. The pleasure shooting through him made him shout out his pleasure. His orgasm ripped through his body and spilled over George's hand and his own stomach. All the while, his inner muscles clenched tightly on his lover. "GEORGE!"
"AAH!" George cried out as his cock was squeezed hard, forcing him into his own orgasm. He thrust once more, emptying himself deep inside his lover. "Draco!"
Draco shuddered, his body covered in sweat as he pulled George down on top of himself and sighed in contentment. At the moment, this was all he wanted. George and him together.
George let his hand tangle into Draco's soft hair, just laying there breathing softly into his ear. "I love you Draco..." he whispered softly, kissing his ear softly.
He shivered, cuddling closer. "I love you too, George."
Gently slipping out and laying next to him, George played with Draco's hair. After awhile of blissful silence, he broke it was softly saying. "I'm going to tell them."
He blinked, turning his head to look at his lover. "Hm?"
"I'm going to tell my family about us."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, I'm sure." George looked at the other with a smile. "I love you Draco, I know that without question. I just hope my family and friends will at least accept you because of that fact."
"Well your father has had me working beside him for about a year now, so he should be able to accept it. Your mother's usually happy with whomever makes her kids happy. The rest of your family... and mainly Ginny, Fred, and Ron, are the one's I'm worried about."
"Don't forget about Hermione and Harry," George said softly. "They're married to Ron and Ginny, so they'll be there too…"
"Hermione and I have been pen-pals since the beginning of seventh year. I doubt she'll care. The other... well... Harry's never liked me. So there is no help for it."
"And Ron's never really liked you much either..." George sighed. "And I still have Fred to worry about too..."
"Fred might accept it because he's the closest to you. So he'll know how you feel."
"We'll see..." George yawned softly, eyes closing sleepily. "All I know is that in the end, I'll still love you no matter what happens."
Draco nodded, even though inside he really wasn't so sure. Even if they did manage to survive his families possible hatred, there was still his past to deal with. If their relationship withstood that, then he knew that this was a love that not even the mention of Voldermort's name could sever.
The door opened and slammed shut as Oliver pushed Fred against the door and kissed him hungrily. Thrusting his tongue into willing mouth, his hands moved down and cupped the ass that was surrounded in tight denim.
Fred moaned deeply into Oliver's mouth, his own hands sliding down to cup Oliver's own tight ass.
"God… you don't… know how much I've wanted you like this..." Oliver murmured as he started to do undo the other's shirt, before finally giving up and ripping it open, buttons flying all over the floor.
Fred smiled and began undoing his shirt as well. He had much more patience that he did it seemed, for he got it undo correctly without popping a button. He then lapped at the inner shell of his ear. He then whispered to him. "Since about when I was a first year and you were the third year I so worshiped?"
Oliver smiled slightly. "Really good guess."
Fred smiled back. "No guess. That's just how long I've wanted you."
"We're twits then, you know that?"
He nodded. "Anyone could have told you that."
Shrugging off his shirt and letting it fall, Oliver reached down and began working on Fred's pants. "Well, then, we have a LOT to make up for."
Fred smirked, then remembered his little bet, and what Oliver was certain to find, and his eyes lit up with mirth. "Oh, that we do. I even seemed to have inadvertently made things even easier for you."
Oliver looked confused, but decided to let it pass. Pulling down Fred's pants, Oliver dropped to his knees and smiled. "Well well, what do we have here..." He gripped the already very hard cock in his hand.
He groaned, arching into his hand, trying to press closer to that touch. All the while, he whimpered softly, feeling something pressing into his ass at the movement.
Bringing his head forward, Oliver let his tongue slowly roll over the head, moaning softly at the taste. It was salty, but the taste was uniquely Fred. Without even a second thought, he slowly took him into his mouth.
Fred gasped aloud before feeling his knees weaken. He moaned at the long awaited feeling of having Oliver's mouth around him and he shuddered. "Oh... Merlin... why did we... wait... so long?"
Oliver moaned softly in agreement before sucking on the hard flesh, his hand now at the base, squeezing gently with each suck.
"Oli... ver..." he gasped out, pushing further into his love's mouth. All the while, he threaded his fingers into his brown hair and began to move his head up and down his length in time to what he wanted.
Relaxing his throat, Oliver let the other take reign, but only for a bit, for each time Fred thrust into his throat, he tightened it around the head, sucking at the same time.
Fred growled before eventually pulling Oliver off his leaking cock with a swift pull. "Oliver... stop," he panted, looking down at him even as he tried not to lose it so soon.
Standing up so quickly it startled the redhead before he was pulled into a bruising kiss, Oliver finished yanking off his closed before pulling Fred close. "Where?" he groaned softly as he nipped his lover's lower lip.
Fred, gaining his mind back once he had got Oliver's clever mouth off his cock, smiled. "Where ever you want me. I don't care as long as I get to be with you."
With surprising strength, Oliver gripped Fred's ass and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a cave man would his mate, and carried him over to the bed. "You'll get to be with me, no question about it, Red."
He laughed, liking the nickname. "Oh, then by all means... have at it then. I am yours, Oli. Enjoy me as you will."
Putting Fred on the bed, Oliver climbed over him, smirking. "Believe me, I will. I've been wanting this for 10 years. I'm not waiting anymore." Grabbing his knees, he slowly spread open Fred's legs.
Fred groaned as the spreading of his legs made his inner muscles clench. He pulled his lover down and kissed him softly. "Who told you to wait anymore?" he asked sweetly.
Leaning down to kiss his lower, he moved to thrust into him, but was stopped by something hard. "What the bloody hell?" Reaching down, he felt for a moment before slowly pulling out a 7 inch dildo. He blinked in surprise. "Fred, do I even want to know?"
Fred didn't even flush as Oliver looked from the dildo to him. In fact, he smirked. "A bet. I was supposed to take it out after practice, seeing as that was my deadline for how long I had to have it in... but obviously, we got side tracked."
"A bet? Just what WAS the bet, and who made it with you," Oliver asked curiously, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He smirked. "Katie Bell bet me that I couldn't keep that inside me for a week straight. Only when I needed to go to the bathroom was I allowed to take it out. If I succeeded, she was going to sponsor our new joke bra that George and I had come up with."
"Katie Bell?" Oliver couldn't help but laugh. "Never though I hear that SHE made that. Ah, I'm going to tease her when I see the ad for that. As for this..." He pushed the dildo back into his lover. "This helps me a lot. Means I don't have to get you ready..."
He gasped before arching into it and whimpering softly. "Oli... not fair! I thought... I was getting... you..."
"Oh, you're going to get me Red, but right now… I think teasing you seem a bit more fun."
He smiled, once more enjoying that nickname. He then kissed him softly, pressing the dildo into himself as he shifted his hips. Oliver's hold on it allowed Fred to almost ride it. All the while his passion filled eyes watched Oliver.
"Okay, Oli... but I want you... and soon."
Oliver's eyes darkened as he watched the other slowly impale himself over and over on the plastic. "You know… we're going to have to do kinkier stuff than this some other time…" he murmured, twisting the dildo around slowly.
He growled low in his throat at those words before pushing himself so far onto it that he felt Oliver's hands at his ass. "Of course. I can tell you plenty of things I'd go for..."
"Oh?" Oliver said with a small thrust. "Like what? I'm curious to know."
He leaned in close and whispered softly into his ear. "That's easy... whatever your little mind can come up with... and then some."
Pulling out the dildo and throwing it to the side, Oliver put his cock against Fred's opening and a moment later thrust into him with a groan. "You, you just set yourself up for a world of kinky sex Red..." he panted as he began to thrust hard and fast into him, unable to hold himself back.
Fred cried out, his hips lifting to meet each and every thrust Oliver made into him. "Oh... good... and whatever... you... do... don't... stop..." he panted, wrapping his arms around Oliver's back and holding him close.
All the while, soft pants, murmurs, and passion filled cries came from his lips. He had wanted this for so long. Now that he got it, he didn't want it to end anytime soon. Leaning his upper body up, which helped Oliver hit a spot inside him that had Fred see stars, he bit lightly at his lover's neck, before begging passionately into his ear.
"More... Oli... please... harder... faster!"
Fred's keening cries turned almost into shouts. The second Oliver asked him to come a second time, using that nickname that was driving him nuts, he cried out Oliver's name, his body tightening around his length over and over. All the while, his hot seed spilled from his slightly red erection and onto both of their stomachs. "OLI!"
"RED!" Oliver's cry filled the room as he thrust into Fred three more times, hard enough to rock the bed and hit the wall, before coming hard into him. With a soft groan, he laid his head on his love's shoulder, breathing heavily.
Fred, spent and content, and once more able to think, stroked Oliver's back. All the while a soft laugh crossed his lips as he caressed the soft curve of his lover's ass. His cock, which should be spent and resting between them, was hard once more, and twitching in anticipation.
"Mmm..." Oliver moaned softly into Fred's ear. He moved his hips slightly, revealing that he was hard once again as well, still deep inside his lover. "Horny, aren't we Red?"
"Only for you, of course, Oli... and in fact... I've kind of been staving off... and well... with a dildo bouncing around in me for a week... well... one is bound to become horny."
Oliver laughed as he started to thrust in his redheaded lover once again. "Well who am I to deny my Red what he wants?"
He groaned, low and deep. "Keep calling me Red and I'll go around with a constant hard-on."
Smirking, Oliver grabbed the back of Fred's hair and tilted his neck back, nipping it before murmuring in his ear. "Red, my sexy little Red. You're mine, and I'm never going to let you go."
A pleasured shudder raced through his body and his inners muscles tightened around Oliver for a moment. "Oh lord, I don't ever want this to end," he murmured, before tilting his head to kiss him. "And I would never want you to let go."
As Oliver kissed the other, he knew he made the right decision in telling him. Hell, he should have told him a long time ago, but what mattered was now, and Oliver planned to make up all the time they could have had, no matter how long it took.
(Okay, I'm sorry I took so long bringing this one out, I didn't mean to make you wait, but I've been busy writing other fics, and haven't had time to clean this up. It's finally done thought, and will be the last chapter for quite awhile until I finish writing Prince of Tennis fics. Once I get that quenched, I'll be back to this, so please let me know what you think my emailing me or leaving a review. See you next chapter!)
Chapter completed December 1, 2005