~Broom Cupboards~

"You fucking bitch," George spat, blood trickling out of his mouth and pouring out of his nose, tears pricking his eyes.

"Not so tough now Weasley, huh?" Bella snapped, turning to stride away but stopped by a strong hand gripping her wrist.

"I despise you, Bella, with every fibre of my being," he said in a low voice, his callused thumb tracing over her wrist.

Bella rolled her stormy eyes and sarcastically retorted, "Oh really, I had no idea."

George stroked her jawline, leaving a streak of crimson blood that was all over his bloodied hands.

"I think you know exactly what you do to me Malfoy," he whispered, dropping his hands down to the small of her back.

"Every little thing you do drives me insane," he said, his breath hot on her ear.

Bella's legs unwantedly trembled, not giving the impression she would like so gulping she opened her mouth to speak.

"George," she said, her breath hitching as his hands travelled slightly lower, "Yes love?" George whispered, a smirk evident on his face, glad to see her so flustered in his presence.

"Stop," she said breathily and he immediately obliged but as soon as he did so a shiver ran down her spine, missing, even craving the contact.

"I'm sorry about your nose," she murmured causing him to snort with laughter, "What?"

"That's the first time I've ever heard you apologise," he grinned, running a hand through his flaming hair.

"And," she gulped, "I'm sorry for telling you to stop," she said softly, wanting his body against hers again.

"Oh?"

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Just as they were about to resume their position they heard the door handle turn and in walked Professor Mcgonagall who let out a loud gasp.

"Mr Weasley, your nose!" she exclaimed ushering him over to her and repairing it with a flick of her wand, looking sternly over at Bella who tried to look innocent.

"I fell, Professor," George lied, touching his newly-fixed nose gingerly, "Alright, well, dinner is almost starting, you two have served your time, go eat."

Bella walked out after George and was taken by surprise when he was right outside the doorway waiting, an expectant look on his freckled face.

"There's a broom cupboard down the hall with our name on it," he smirked and against her better judgement and with all the hormones pulsing through her she agreed, she needed a rebound anyway.

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Struggling to slip off her shirt over her head with all the cleaning utensils crammed in there she gave up and ripped the buttons so they popped open, exposing her ivory bra and the rest of her pale upper body.

His eyes not straying from her chest, George followed, taking off his shirt and not wasting another moment, crashing his lips to hers, one of his hands tangled in her hair and the other on the small of her back, pressing their hips together.

Letting out a soft whimper against his lips, Bella hooked her leg over his hip, giving her extra leverage to grind against him.

George's lips travelled down to her neck and he pressed wet kisses, sucking on her collarbone causing her to throw her head back, tugging slightly on his hair.

"Oh for the love of Merlin, George," she moaned as he placed her on an upturned crate, their lips still connected.

He nipped playfully on her bottom lip and knelt, "I'm gonna have the sorest neck tomorrow," he groaned, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"Why?" Bella asked, "Cause you're so fucking short Malfoy, I have to lean down like a foot to reach you," he grinned.

"Stop talking," she said, going in for another kiss.

Talking was too awkward, especially when you were in the middle of hooking up with someone you claimed to hate.

God, what had she done.

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