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Blood Traitors

Her gaze lingered on his freckled face from across the great hall, her eyes tracing across every feature of his face, from the upturned corners of his devious grin to the small silvery scar that ran through his eyebrow. Sighing and aimlessly stirring her porridge, the metal clinking on the ceramic bowl as she allowed her mind to get engulfed by the prior night when those callused hands had been exploring every inch of her body...

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~Regrets~

Maybe she could eliminate this memory from her mind and then forget about it.

Oh but she couldn't do that, it was engulfing her mind, his massive warm hands running down her body filling her with all sorts of things she shouldn't be thinking about George Weasley but Merlin it was good.

What she couldn't change though was that she was in his bed and he was curled into her side like a lost puppy, snoring softly.

All it took was for Bella to creep out of bed for George to stir, blearily opening his eyes, "Where are you going?" he asked groggily, sitting up, and pushing the covers off so she saw his bare chest again.

"I need to get back to my dorm, we've got school tomorrow," she said, quickly, looking down at her feet a

nd fiddling with the ring on her finger.

"Yeah, ok," he said, letting her walk a few steps before asking, "You and Pucey broke up, right?"Bella gulped, "Yeah um, he cheated on me so that's over," she said awkwardly.

George tried to hide his smirk, "Ok, cool, I just didn't want to be the reason you guys broke up," he said nonchalantly.

Bella nodded, gathered her things and scurried out of there, regret and guilt filling her up like a balloon.

"Fuck," Bella murmured, running her hands through her hair, the severity of what she had just done hitting her at the speed of light.

At least she didn't go all the way right, she should probably save that for someone she didn't loathe.

Now she was a mess, pacing around her dorm room in her pyjamas, her hair in curlers and pimple cream dotted across her hair.

"I don't know what to do Cho!" she exclaimed, climbing onto her roommate's bed and tugging on her sleeve.

"Was it good?" Cho asked, shuffling around to face her.

Bella's eyes closed and she remembered the feeling of ecstasy that she had felt before, pleasure tingling through her veins.

"Yeah, really good," she murmured, her cheeks heating up.

Shrugging, Cho said frankly, "Then keep doing it."

That couldn't be a possibility? Could it?

George was George and Bella was Bella, two different and completely opposed people who just so happened to be slightly attracted to each other.

Their families also happened to be sworn enemies, but what could possibly go wrong?