Accio ~ Fred & George Weasley

It was another chilly Sunday morning in October, Sophie watched the trees bore their last of leaves for winter. She changed into her casual robes and put on her favourite beanie hat as she took her leave towards the Hogsmeade. She wanted to have a butterbeer but she passed threebroomsticks and walked towards the book stall next to Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, Hogsmeade shop. She took few books out of shelves, her one eye on the neighbouring shop. No sign of familiar tall figure. She took a heavy breath and walked to the joke shop.

"Good morning, miss!" A thin wizard greeted her at the door. She nodded to the wizard and walked towards a cauldron of fake wands and took one out. Pretending to check it, she slowly raised her head and took a quick look around the store.

"May I help you, miss? Are you looking for something particular?" The wizard from earlier came close to her and asked.

"No, thank you!" Sophie hastily dropped the fake wand back to cauldron and turned away from the wizard. 'This is insane' She thought.

Biting her lip, she walked back to the wizard, "Excuse me, Is George Weasley here today?" she asked.

The wizard looked surprised but replied. "Actually, Mr. Weasley didn't come here for about month or so. If there's anything I can help with, I am happy to do that."

"Um.. It is fine. Thank you very much" Sophie smiled and left the shop.

'What happened to him? Hope he is alright. But if isn't something wrong, he would have come here.' Sophie thought. She didn't feel like spending another week anxiously like last few weeks. 'Should I go?' She hesitated for few more minutes.

Sophie apparated at corner of the crowded alley. She took small steps, buying much time it allows to get to her destination. And there she stood, infront of the tall bright building she once stood more than decade ago.

'What would George think? Would he get angry? Is it right to come here in the first place?' weighing all the probabilities that could happen she stood there, not having courage to step inside. The day suddenly turned cooler than it was before. Sophie shivered a little. She gritted her teeth and walked into the shop.

"Good mor.... Oh my...Ms.Dixon" Marietta clapped her mouth. She looked so surprised to see Sophie after many years.

"Marietta!" Sophie almost throw herself to Marietta.

"Sophie?" From Marietta's behind George called.

Sophie froze on the spot she stood. "George" she gulped.

He came close to her looking top to bottom, surprised. "Bloody hell, what are you doing here in London?" he asked.

'Damn, I should have seen this coming. Why didn't I think about anything to say' she thought desperately and tried to come up with something. "I-I came to... I came to..." she stammered. Her mind has totally gone blank.

He looked straight into her eyes, "You came for what Sophie? Tell me. For what?" he asked, looked determined to get an answer from her.

Looking at these eyes was the hardest thing ever for Sophie right now. But she couldn't take her eyes off from him, and the worse than that her lips have dried of words. She bit her lip. George stared at her for a while.

"Come" said George and grabbed her hand, but stopped on his heels and looked at her hand. He then lift his other hand and touched Sophie's cheek. "You are cold as ice. Did you stay outside long?" his eyes furrowed. Sophie didn't reply but gaped.

George sighed and led her not to staff rest room, but upstairs. Once they reached his room, George waved his wand at the hearth and lit it. Then drew a couch closer to it and made Sophie sat there. Keeping kettle on stove for a tea, George knelt before her and helped take away her cold robes. Then he took her palms and rubbed them against his to give warmth.

"When do you grow up, Sophie? When do you learnt to wear enough for the weather? And why did you stand outside long? You might have caught cold." George kept talking while he rubbed Sophie's cold fingers.

"Why didn't you come?" she asked silently. George stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"Why did you come?" he asked.

"Because you didn't. And I have to see you"

He watched her for a while. "What do you want me to do Sophie? What should I do with you?"

"I don't know."

"I am burning, Sophie. Don't you see what you are doing to me?  I can't stop myself when I see you. But I can't stay away"

"George, please" she said pleadingly.

George got closer, took her face from one hand and kissed her jaw line first then planted more hot kisses on her neck. Sophie felt an electric current running through her body.

"I want you, right now" he said, his lips still on her neck, his voice hoarse. "George" she moaned.

George stood up, lifted her on his arms and took her to the bed. As he laid her down, he kissed fully on her lips, his tongue exploring the paradise within her mouth. Sophie felt her body burnt with pleasure from the heat of his touch. George stopped kissing and looked into her eyes. Her eyes, those black eyes! They got the deepest black he never saw before. Sophie bought her hands around his neck to drew him back and kissed him. 'No, he cannot stop now. He cannot stop when she needs him this much'. She bit his lip. Then he knew. It was like talking in a language that only the body understands. A language without any words. He kissed her hard. Lips, throat, neck, collar bones, anywhere his lips can reach, like tasting every inch of her skin, while his one hand worked on her blouse to unbutton the front. Then he went further down. Her hands on his hair, her body arced from the shocks of thrills he gave to her. They both were breathless, but it was no time for breathing.

Sophie opened her eyes to stare at George's naked chest, her head was resting. She could feel his heart beat and breathing. She shifted her head back and saw his protruding throat and neck, few reddened spots she bit earlier. His smell was still intoxicating and delicious. The warmth of his arms, telling her she could live there forever. 'Is he sleeping? What time is it?' she thought. She shifted herself slowly, not to disturb George's sleep and sat on the bed. Covering herself from the bedsheet, she looked at him again. 'He is beautiful' she thought, 'But isn't this all wrong?' She ran one hand through her hair nervously.

"Fi?" she felt his hand brushing through the delicateness of her bare skin down the spine. She didn't answer.

He sat close to her and kissed her bare shoulder softly. His wet lips making a trail of soft kisses from the shoulder to her neck. She didn't move. He lifted her chin to face him. "Hey, what is it Dixon?" he asked.

"George, you will never love me " her voice broke, as she spoke.

"That's not possible. After all that" George kissed her lips softly.

Sophie shook her head. Her eyes were empty. "You won't! You will never ever" she said.

"Sophie, that's insane. For Merlin's sake, please don't start it again." He said warily.

She looked at him like she truly meant it.

"What? Sophie, I love you! I always loved you. Even when you didn't want me to"

"George, stop, No! stop it! You can't love me, okay? "

"Wha...? Sophie, what kind of rubbish you are talking?"

"This is not rubbish, George! You just can't love me! Because... because I can't love you back!"