Four Times They Nearly Got Caught And The One Time They Did
Third/Fifth Year:
Being with a Weasley twin had its perks. For one, it meant he didn’t have to worry about any actual threat of being pranked. The twins were known to be ruthless, occasionally even cruel when it came to pranks. Especially when Slytherins were involved. Another perk was the seemingly endless knowledge of secret passageways and hidden rooms. It was no wonder they got away with almost all of their jokes. But there was one perk Draco was particularly fond of that he was sure only he and a handful of other people knew about. It turns out that Weasleys had a very interesting and skilled use for their mouths when they weren’t being witty. George kissed like he’d been made to do it, and Draco couldn’t get enough of it. He could spend hours just kissing George, and they’d come close to doing so. But the problem was that other people didn’t seem to know when to leave them alone.
They’d been dating for little more than two months and they’d worked out a brilliant system. George had potions right before lunch, Draco had potions right after lunch. Both of them were more than willing to sneak into one of the unused rooms and forgo lunch in favor of snogging. They’d meet in the library during the weekends, in secret passageways between classes they could afford to be late to, in corridors if they ever wandered by each other with no one else in sight, and in whatever room they could find at night with no regard for curfew. But their favorite time was during lunch when they could take their time and forget about anything other than roaming hands and colliding tongues.
On this particular day George had hauled him onto a desk, legs hanging off the edge. George had forced his legs open to take up the space between them and kiss Draco fiercely. Draco put his hands in George’s thick red hair that he’d never admit to loving, gripping it lightly to keep George from breaking the kiss. Not that George was inclined to move farther away than strictly necessary for as long as he could. His own hands were a little more adventurous. One was roaming Draco's side, while the other gently rubbing up and down the underside of Draco's thigh.
George was just beginning to get those soft little whimpers which inevitably led to moans out of Draco when they heard a voice on the other side of the door.
“What do you mean you’re not sure where you dropped it?”
“It was with me when I left, but it was gone when I checked.”
“We’ve searched everywhere else so it has to be here.”
They both stayed completely still. Not sure if they should make a run for it out of the door which lead to an adjacent room or be as still and silent as possible.
“Look, maybe it rolled under the door?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“It could have.”
“Let’s look, just to be sure.”
Just then the door began to open and they immediately ran for cover behind the huge oak desk at the back of the room. Draco crawled under it while George crouched behind it. They both tried to calm their breathing as their hearts pounded in their chests.
“Why is this stupid thing so important anyone?” that voice belong to Dean. George was sure. He gave Draco a wide eyes look; they’d nearly been seen by people he knew. People that were friends with Ron. And they weren’t out of the woods yet. They could still walk around and see them.
“Really, Neville, do you have to loose everything?” Seamus added in annoyance.
“It’s my mother’s ring, we have to find it.” Neville pleaded. Draco smirked in amusement, managing to stop a snicker. Of course Longbottom had lost something. Stupid oaf. George gave him a stern look, only to have Draco stick his tongue out at him.
Five, long, agonizing minutes later they heard Dean just on the other side of the desk proclaim “Found it!” they both silently let out a breath they’d been holding when his footsteps went in the opposite directions. The three Gryffindors celebrated a little before finally leaving the room. George stood, heaving a sigh of relief and helped Draco to his feet. The mood had officially been killed, but they stayed in the room until it came time for them to go off to class.
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Fourth/Sixth Year:
One thing George found that he liked about Draco was that he was just as willing to take risks as George was. When George had dragged him up to the Astronomy Tower for a snog under the stars Draco had let him lead the way. He didn’t complain about being pushed up against corridor walls, into closets, or dragged into random rooms neither of them knew existed until that moment. He loved how, when people could be heard turning a corner in a corridor, he just grabbed George’s hand and began running. He was so much more fun than anyone would ever give him credit for. And George didn’t mind being the only person who knew about this side of Draco. He preferred it that way
Tonight they were in a corridor not far from The Fat Lady’s portrait. George had been busy the last week and it seemed that Draco missed him. He’d grabbed George’s hand as he and Fred made their way to the Common Room and dragged him here. He backed himself against a wall, offering George the pale expanse of his neck in the sexiest, neediest way possible. George was not a man of strong wills and had immediately latched his mouth onto the offering.
He had Draco keening in minutes, his hands were firmly grasping Draco's arse. He hoisted him up, slender legs winding around his waist and arms wrapping around his neck. He pressed Draco into the wall and kissed him open mouthed, wet, and desperately. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his Malfoy in only a few days. Draco was nibbling on his ear as George sucked on his pulse point when they heard them.
Neither of them had time to think before they saw the shadows of the approaching cock-blocks. Draco was on his feet and looking desperately around for a place to hide when George saw the door. He grabbed Draco, pulled him the short distance to the door. The voices were getting closer and George just knew that whoever it was was seconds from turning the corner. He pulled the door open, shoved Draco inside, and tried to compose himself as Lee and Angelina turned the corner.
“Hey, George.” Lee said cheerfully.
George put on his best grin and tried for light and happy when he said “What’re you to doing walking around this late at night?”
“Looking for you.” Angelina said giving him a once over. “You alright?”
“Yeah, never better.” George said, he knew Draco was going to kill him when he opened that door. He could hear him grumbling angrily through the door. He tried to not let it faze him.
“You sure?” Angelina asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah, you look a little flushed, mate.” Lee piped in.
“No, I’m fine. Really. You two just run along, I’ve left some supplies I was hiding in here.”
They looked at each other skeptically, but seemed to decide not to push it because they both muttered acquiesce before turning back. George let out the breath he’d been holding and opened the door. Draco was fuming as he stepped out, pant leg wet from where he’d stepped into a bucket of water. Before Draco could snap at him George pecked his cheek and said “Have I ever told you that you look lovely when you’re angry?”
“I’m trying to remember why I date you.” Draco snarled.
George laughed “Oh, come off it. I’m sorry, Draco. How was I supposed to know you’d step in a bucket?”
“It’s a supply closet, George, what did you think was going to be in there?”
George opted not to answer. He knew Draco was unreasonable when he got upset. Instead he leaned forward and kissed him. Draco did kiss back but when George pulled away he pushed past him with a muttered “I’m still angry.” George knew he wouldn’t be for long. He never was.
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Fifth/Seventh Year:
No one knew it but there were only two reasons Fred and George stayed in Hogwarts as long as they did. Firstly, they needed test subjects. But the bigger reason, the main reason was Angelina and Draco. They knew the twins weren’t interested in school, knew they’d never cared about their marks, and knew that they’d leave as soon as they perfected their Skiving Snackboxes. So they’d taken it upon themselves to convince -force - the twins into staying to finish out the rest of their education. It wasn’t hard when they threatened them with their own weaknesses. Angelina had threatened to take away Fred’s broom and promised to never so much as kiss Fred until she finished school. Draco, on the other hand was a little crueler. “I won’t let you finish until I get out of this place.” That meant two years of Draco getting off and George getting teased. The twins reluctantly agreed to stay. Draco wasn’t sure about Angelina, but he was doing his damnedest to show George that staying there with him for as long as possible was definitely the wiser choice.
He’d found Fred and George wandering about corridors aimlessly, talking about their future shop. He didn’t hesitate to walk up to George, taking the front of his robes in a tight grip and kissing him hungrily. Fred just made a noise of disgust that all three knew was just for show, he’d seen them snog enough times to be used to it by now. He walked away as George quickly began leading Draco's back to the wall.
They kissed and roamed their hands over clothes until it wasn’t enough anymore. George wanted more; he needed to be sure this wasn’t a dream. He was still getting used to having Draco under him again, still reacquainting himself with the familiarity of soft skin and pink lips. Draco seemed to know this because his hands began tugging at his belt. It wasn’t long before his pants were open and Draco was stroking him roughly.
He was mouthing lazily at Draco's neck, hips gently rocking into Draco's hand when Draco's hand just stopped. “What the hell?” George panted, Draco was the worst tease George had ever met but he didn’t start things he didn’t plan to finish. He removed himself from Draco's neck and looked down at him. Draco looked like he was fighting down panic. “What’s wrong?”
“Sh!” Draco hissed, ushering him behind a statue. George was just about to ask Draco what the hell was wrong when he heard them. Crabbe and Goyle. They were walking down the corridor they’d just been in.
The statue they were behind was small, and if they just turned their heads a little they’d see them. Or at least one of them. George’s cock was still out, but he wasn’t about risk moving and drawing their attention to put it away. They both stood as still and silent as they could. But it seemed that luck was not on their side today because just as the two were passing by Crabbe’s eye caught something in their small hiding place and he said “There he is.” It seemed they had been searching for Draco.
Draco smoothed his hair, fixing his robes and stepped out from behind the statue. “What were you doing behind there?” Crabbe asked.
“None of your business.” Draco said lazily, like he hadn’t just been caught giving his boyfriend a hand-job in the middle of a previously deserted corridor.
“We were gonna go find a couple of Hufflepuffs.” Goyle said.
“Rough ‘em up a bit.” Crabbe chimed in.
Draco rolled his eyes, “No. Go have fun. Just don’t get caught. I don’t think I’ll be able to get you out of detention again.” They both chuckled at that, Goyle clapping Draco on the soldier as they walked by.
When they turned the corner George came out from behind the statue, coming behind Draco and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rested his chin on his shoulder, nuzzled his nose behind his ear and breathed him in. “That was a close one.” He whispered.
“Yeah…good thing they’re both idiots.” Draco said in a fond sort of way. George knew that despite how poorly Draco seemed to treat Crabbe and Goyle he did actually care.
“Let’s finish this somewhere a little more private.” George said in a low husky way that usually drove Draco wild. But this time Draco simply snorted and began walking away.
“I’ve got homework. Go finish it yourself.” He said over his shoulder. As George watched him walk away he almost questioned why he dated such a little prat, and then he saw the way Draco was swinging his hips without his cloak to obscure the vision of his arse swaying perfectly.
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Sixth Year:
Although everyone thought Draco never went to Hogsmeade he was always there. Every other week he snuck down the secret passage, out of Honeydukes and into his and George’s usual room at the Three Broomsticks. He spends the entire day there every other Saturday. It was well worth the risk and time away from his task and school work. He was slowly crumbling under pressure with only George’s visits keeping him sane. He never actually told George what his task was, wasn’t willing to risk it and he didn’t want George making a huge deal out of it. Because it was a huge deal and he knew George, he’d want Draco to let him help him. He’d beg Draco to come to their side, to let them take care of his mother and keep him safe. Draco knew that if he did beg he wouldn’t be able to deny him. So George just let him cry in his arms whenever he needed to, he didn’t question the way he kissed him like he would never again have the chance, and he gave Draco everything he demanded. Somehow George seemed to know without ever being told that Draco needed his space and time for this.
Draco had been waiting in the room for two minutes, which felt like an hour, when he finally heard it. His voice floating up the stairs as it always did because Madam Rosmerta just adored him. Draco jumped up to fling the door open, damned if Rosmerta saw him. But as soon as he reached the door he heard George say (loudly enough for Draco to hear) “Ronald!” cheerfully. Draco had his ear pressed against the door trying to listen to their conversation.
“George!” Ron said running up the stairs to greet his brother. “What’re you doing here?” he asked curiously.
“Uh, business trip. Talking with Zonko’s and Honeydukes about a few things.” George said calmly belying his nervousness.
“Oh…Where’s Fred?”
“He’s back at the shop.” George said.
“Can we come up?”
“Up?” George asked his normal cheerful mask slipping a bit.
“To your room, for a chat?”
“Oh…Uh, actually I’m ah…” George searched desperately for something to say to let his brother down easily. “I’m sort of…meeting…someone.” He eventually managed to choke out awkwardly.
“Oh. Oh.” Ron smirked. “Got a boyfriend or something?”
“Or something.” George chuckled nervously.
“Alright well…see you at Christmas then.” Ron said cheerfully.
Draco stepped back and waited, the moment George was through the door he pounced. He wrapped his legs around George’s waist and his arms around his neck, holding on tightly. George wasted no time in putting his hands under slender thighs to help hold him up. He let out a shaky breath, softly saying “I love you.” It had become their normal greeting. But today it was so much more than their normal greeting after being separated for so long. George had been scared; he thought they were going to be caught. Draco kissed him soundly to calm his nerves.
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“George,” Draco gasped against his neck as George began unbuttoning his pants. He looked at Draco questioningly, trying not to be agitated that he was putting of the wonderful sex they were about to have “Blanket.”
“Seriously?” George gaped at him. Draco just nodded, pouting - damn him and his pouts.
“’M cold.” He said apologetically.
“You’re always bloody cold.” George grumbled as he pulled the blanket off the top of the couch. It was there simply because Draco was cold all the time. He draped the blanket on his back so it covered them both. “Can we continue?” he asked impatiently, not waiting for a response before latching his mouth to Draco's neck. He sucked on his pulse point reveling in the quiet moans and hitched breaths coming from Draco. He finally managed to get his own pants halfway down his thighs, far enough to be out of the way. Draco had been pantless for hours, walking around in nothing but one of George’s ragged old shirts. Which was precisely how they ended up in their current position on their couch. George slotted their mouths together, pulled at Draco's hair to make his head tilt back and he let out the delicious little whimper into his mouth. George’s cock was brushing against Draco's hole, teasing. He was getting back at him for walking around asking for a proper shagging in that stupid shirt.
Just when he was going to thrust in he heard a loud cough and someone clearing their throat. Both snapped their heads to look at the two people standing in their living room. George’s mouth dropped open in horror and Draco turned red with embarrassment and turned his face away to bury his face as best he could in the couch. “Was today the day you two were coming over for dinner?” George said practically squeaked. If Draco hadn’t been mortally embarrassed he would’ve teased him for it. Mr. Weasley nodded while Mrs. Weasley seemed to be completely and utterly amused by the whole affair. She took her husband’s arm and began leading him out of the room into the kitchen as she said “Why don’t you two go clean up, I’ll start dinner.”
“Yeah.” George’s voice was dazed like he was trying to detach himself from reality. He had enough presence of mind to pull his pants up and fasten them before getting up, being careful to keep Draco covered by the blanket. Draco wrapped the blanket around his waist and they went to their bedroom as quickly as they could without running.
Dinner was awkward to say the least. Draco could barely muster up the nerve to look up from his plate; George couldn’t look his parents in the eye; Mr. Weasley still seemed to be in shock; while Mrs. Weasley seemed perfectly normal, as cheerful as usual. When she’d placed dessert in front of them and still no one seemed willing to speak she broke the tension. “Oh, stop it now. All of you. Arthur, you were young once too. Really. You can’t be all that surprised. And George, we’re your parents. We’ve seen you naked before.”
“Mum.” George whined, making Draco smirk. George didn’t whine often but it was always entertaining when he did.
“We were that young once before you know. I’m sure there’s nothing you kids have done that”
Draco nearly choked on the water he’d been drinking. He could think of quite a few things he thought they’d never even thought about.
“We haven’t heard of before. George, do you think after Percy you could surprise us?” She said making George shake his head “Exactly.” She turned to Draco “We caught him all the time with his girlfriend. No shame, that one.”
Draco smiled at her and looked at George who looked a little more relaxed; his shoulders were no longer tense and hunched.
“Still. You two should probably start writing down when you’re expecting guests.”
“Well, usually people don’t apparate in.” George said nervously.
“Oh?”
“It’s…when the Manor was Voldemort’s base people came and went constantly. It wasn’t…I sort of developed a phobia of people randomly popping into my home.” Draco admitted quietly.
“Why didn’t you just” Mr. Weasley began.
“I don’t mind it when people disapparate, just when they come in.” Draco quickly explained.
“Sorry, dear. We didn’t know.” Mrs. Weasley said in a motherly way Draco had never had directed at him before.
“It’s fine.” Draco said, glancing at George who was eyeing him carefully. He knew talking about what happened when Voldemort was at the Manor was hard to him. Brought back memories he’d rather forget.
“Not that you seemed to notice, as occupied as you were.” Mr. Weasley joked making both Draco and George both turn red in the cheeks and look down at their plates again.
“Arthur.” Molly scolded with no heat behind the words. “Stop embarrassing the poor boys.”
He only chuckled and ate a forkful of pie.
Being with a Weasley twin had its perks. For one, it meant he didn’t have to worry about any actual threat of being pranked. The twins were known to be ruthless, occasionally even cruel when it came to pranks. Especially when Slytherins were involved. Another perk was the seemingly endless knowledge of secret passageways and hidden rooms. It was no wonder they got away with almost all of their jokes. But there was one perk Draco was particularly fond of that he was sure only he and a handful of other people knew about. It turns out that Weasleys had a very interesting and skilled use for their mouths when they weren’t being witty. George kissed like he’d been made to do it, and Draco couldn’t get enough of it. He could spend hours just kissing George, and they’d come close to doing so. But the problem was that other people didn’t seem to know when to leave them alone.
They’d been dating for little more than two months and they’d worked out a brilliant system. George had potions right before lunch, Draco had potions right after lunch. Both of them were more than willing to sneak into one of the unused rooms and forgo lunch in favor of snogging. They’d meet in the library during the weekends, in secret passageways between classes they could afford to be late to, in corridors if they ever wandered by each other with no one else in sight, and in whatever room they could find at night with no regard for curfew. But their favorite time was during lunch when they could take their time and forget about anything other than roaming hands and colliding tongues.
On this particular day George had hauled him onto a desk, legs hanging off the edge. George had forced his legs open to take up the space between them and kiss Draco fiercely. Draco put his hands in George’s thick red hair that he’d never admit to loving, gripping it lightly to keep George from breaking the kiss. Not that George was inclined to move farther away than strictly necessary for as long as he could. His own hands were a little more adventurous. One was roaming Draco's side, while the other gently rubbing up and down the underside of Draco's thigh.
George was just beginning to get those soft little whimpers which inevitably led to moans out of Draco when they heard a voice on the other side of the door.
“What do you mean you’re not sure where you dropped it?”
“It was with me when I left, but it was gone when I checked.”
“We’ve searched everywhere else so it has to be here.”
They both stayed completely still. Not sure if they should make a run for it out of the door which lead to an adjacent room or be as still and silent as possible.
“Look, maybe it rolled under the door?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“It could have.”
“Let’s look, just to be sure.”
Just then the door began to open and they immediately ran for cover behind the huge oak desk at the back of the room. Draco crawled under it while George crouched behind it. They both tried to calm their breathing as their hearts pounded in their chests.
“Why is this stupid thing so important anyone?” that voice belong to Dean. George was sure. He gave Draco a wide eyes look; they’d nearly been seen by people he knew. People that were friends with Ron. And they weren’t out of the woods yet. They could still walk around and see them.
“Really, Neville, do you have to loose everything?” Seamus added in annoyance.
“It’s my mother’s ring, we have to find it.” Neville pleaded. Draco smirked in amusement, managing to stop a snicker. Of course Longbottom had lost something. Stupid oaf. George gave him a stern look, only to have Draco stick his tongue out at him.
Five, long, agonizing minutes later they heard Dean just on the other side of the desk proclaim “Found it!” they both silently let out a breath they’d been holding when his footsteps went in the opposite directions. The three Gryffindors celebrated a little before finally leaving the room. George stood, heaving a sigh of relief and helped Draco to his feet. The mood had officially been killed, but they stayed in the room until it came time for them to go off to class.
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Fourth/Sixth Year:
One thing George found that he liked about Draco was that he was just as willing to take risks as George was. When George had dragged him up to the Astronomy Tower for a snog under the stars Draco had let him lead the way. He didn’t complain about being pushed up against corridor walls, into closets, or dragged into random rooms neither of them knew existed until that moment. He loved how, when people could be heard turning a corner in a corridor, he just grabbed George’s hand and began running. He was so much more fun than anyone would ever give him credit for. And George didn’t mind being the only person who knew about this side of Draco. He preferred it that way
Tonight they were in a corridor not far from The Fat Lady’s portrait. George had been busy the last week and it seemed that Draco missed him. He’d grabbed George’s hand as he and Fred made their way to the Common Room and dragged him here. He backed himself against a wall, offering George the pale expanse of his neck in the sexiest, neediest way possible. George was not a man of strong wills and had immediately latched his mouth onto the offering.
He had Draco keening in minutes, his hands were firmly grasping Draco's arse. He hoisted him up, slender legs winding around his waist and arms wrapping around his neck. He pressed Draco into the wall and kissed him open mouthed, wet, and desperately. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his Malfoy in only a few days. Draco was nibbling on his ear as George sucked on his pulse point when they heard them.
Neither of them had time to think before they saw the shadows of the approaching cock-blocks. Draco was on his feet and looking desperately around for a place to hide when George saw the door. He grabbed Draco, pulled him the short distance to the door. The voices were getting closer and George just knew that whoever it was was seconds from turning the corner. He pulled the door open, shoved Draco inside, and tried to compose himself as Lee and Angelina turned the corner.
“Hey, George.” Lee said cheerfully.
George put on his best grin and tried for light and happy when he said “What’re you to doing walking around this late at night?”
“Looking for you.” Angelina said giving him a once over. “You alright?”
“Yeah, never better.” George said, he knew Draco was going to kill him when he opened that door. He could hear him grumbling angrily through the door. He tried to not let it faze him.
“You sure?” Angelina asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah, you look a little flushed, mate.” Lee piped in.
“No, I’m fine. Really. You two just run along, I’ve left some supplies I was hiding in here.”
They looked at each other skeptically, but seemed to decide not to push it because they both muttered acquiesce before turning back. George let out the breath he’d been holding and opened the door. Draco was fuming as he stepped out, pant leg wet from where he’d stepped into a bucket of water. Before Draco could snap at him George pecked his cheek and said “Have I ever told you that you look lovely when you’re angry?”
“I’m trying to remember why I date you.” Draco snarled.
George laughed “Oh, come off it. I’m sorry, Draco. How was I supposed to know you’d step in a bucket?”
“It’s a supply closet, George, what did you think was going to be in there?”
George opted not to answer. He knew Draco was unreasonable when he got upset. Instead he leaned forward and kissed him. Draco did kiss back but when George pulled away he pushed past him with a muttered “I’m still angry.” George knew he wouldn’t be for long. He never was.
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Fifth/Seventh Year:
No one knew it but there were only two reasons Fred and George stayed in Hogwarts as long as they did. Firstly, they needed test subjects. But the bigger reason, the main reason was Angelina and Draco. They knew the twins weren’t interested in school, knew they’d never cared about their marks, and knew that they’d leave as soon as they perfected their Skiving Snackboxes. So they’d taken it upon themselves to convince -force - the twins into staying to finish out the rest of their education. It wasn’t hard when they threatened them with their own weaknesses. Angelina had threatened to take away Fred’s broom and promised to never so much as kiss Fred until she finished school. Draco, on the other hand was a little crueler. “I won’t let you finish until I get out of this place.” That meant two years of Draco getting off and George getting teased. The twins reluctantly agreed to stay. Draco wasn’t sure about Angelina, but he was doing his damnedest to show George that staying there with him for as long as possible was definitely the wiser choice.
He’d found Fred and George wandering about corridors aimlessly, talking about their future shop. He didn’t hesitate to walk up to George, taking the front of his robes in a tight grip and kissing him hungrily. Fred just made a noise of disgust that all three knew was just for show, he’d seen them snog enough times to be used to it by now. He walked away as George quickly began leading Draco's back to the wall.
They kissed and roamed their hands over clothes until it wasn’t enough anymore. George wanted more; he needed to be sure this wasn’t a dream. He was still getting used to having Draco under him again, still reacquainting himself with the familiarity of soft skin and pink lips. Draco seemed to know this because his hands began tugging at his belt. It wasn’t long before his pants were open and Draco was stroking him roughly.
He was mouthing lazily at Draco's neck, hips gently rocking into Draco's hand when Draco's hand just stopped. “What the hell?” George panted, Draco was the worst tease George had ever met but he didn’t start things he didn’t plan to finish. He removed himself from Draco's neck and looked down at him. Draco looked like he was fighting down panic. “What’s wrong?”
“Sh!” Draco hissed, ushering him behind a statue. George was just about to ask Draco what the hell was wrong when he heard them. Crabbe and Goyle. They were walking down the corridor they’d just been in.
The statue they were behind was small, and if they just turned their heads a little they’d see them. Or at least one of them. George’s cock was still out, but he wasn’t about risk moving and drawing their attention to put it away. They both stood as still and silent as they could. But it seemed that luck was not on their side today because just as the two were passing by Crabbe’s eye caught something in their small hiding place and he said “There he is.” It seemed they had been searching for Draco.
Draco smoothed his hair, fixing his robes and stepped out from behind the statue. “What were you doing behind there?” Crabbe asked.
“None of your business.” Draco said lazily, like he hadn’t just been caught giving his boyfriend a hand-job in the middle of a previously deserted corridor.
“We were gonna go find a couple of Hufflepuffs.” Goyle said.
“Rough ‘em up a bit.” Crabbe chimed in.
Draco rolled his eyes, “No. Go have fun. Just don’t get caught. I don’t think I’ll be able to get you out of detention again.” They both chuckled at that, Goyle clapping Draco on the soldier as they walked by.
When they turned the corner George came out from behind the statue, coming behind Draco and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rested his chin on his shoulder, nuzzled his nose behind his ear and breathed him in. “That was a close one.” He whispered.
“Yeah…good thing they’re both idiots.” Draco said in a fond sort of way. George knew that despite how poorly Draco seemed to treat Crabbe and Goyle he did actually care.
“Let’s finish this somewhere a little more private.” George said in a low husky way that usually drove Draco wild. But this time Draco simply snorted and began walking away.
“I’ve got homework. Go finish it yourself.” He said over his shoulder. As George watched him walk away he almost questioned why he dated such a little prat, and then he saw the way Draco was swinging his hips without his cloak to obscure the vision of his arse swaying perfectly.
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Sixth Year:
Although everyone thought Draco never went to Hogsmeade he was always there. Every other week he snuck down the secret passage, out of Honeydukes and into his and George’s usual room at the Three Broomsticks. He spends the entire day there every other Saturday. It was well worth the risk and time away from his task and school work. He was slowly crumbling under pressure with only George’s visits keeping him sane. He never actually told George what his task was, wasn’t willing to risk it and he didn’t want George making a huge deal out of it. Because it was a huge deal and he knew George, he’d want Draco to let him help him. He’d beg Draco to come to their side, to let them take care of his mother and keep him safe. Draco knew that if he did beg he wouldn’t be able to deny him. So George just let him cry in his arms whenever he needed to, he didn’t question the way he kissed him like he would never again have the chance, and he gave Draco everything he demanded. Somehow George seemed to know without ever being told that Draco needed his space and time for this.
Draco had been waiting in the room for two minutes, which felt like an hour, when he finally heard it. His voice floating up the stairs as it always did because Madam Rosmerta just adored him. Draco jumped up to fling the door open, damned if Rosmerta saw him. But as soon as he reached the door he heard George say (loudly enough for Draco to hear) “Ronald!” cheerfully. Draco had his ear pressed against the door trying to listen to their conversation.
“George!” Ron said running up the stairs to greet his brother. “What’re you doing here?” he asked curiously.
“Uh, business trip. Talking with Zonko’s and Honeydukes about a few things.” George said calmly belying his nervousness.
“Oh…Where’s Fred?”
“He’s back at the shop.” George said.
“Can we come up?”
“Up?” George asked his normal cheerful mask slipping a bit.
“To your room, for a chat?”
“Oh…Uh, actually I’m ah…” George searched desperately for something to say to let his brother down easily. “I’m sort of…meeting…someone.” He eventually managed to choke out awkwardly.
“Oh. Oh.” Ron smirked. “Got a boyfriend or something?”
“Or something.” George chuckled nervously.
“Alright well…see you at Christmas then.” Ron said cheerfully.
Draco stepped back and waited, the moment George was through the door he pounced. He wrapped his legs around George’s waist and his arms around his neck, holding on tightly. George wasted no time in putting his hands under slender thighs to help hold him up. He let out a shaky breath, softly saying “I love you.” It had become their normal greeting. But today it was so much more than their normal greeting after being separated for so long. George had been scared; he thought they were going to be caught. Draco kissed him soundly to calm his nerves.
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“George,” Draco gasped against his neck as George began unbuttoning his pants. He looked at Draco questioningly, trying not to be agitated that he was putting of the wonderful sex they were about to have “Blanket.”
“Seriously?” George gaped at him. Draco just nodded, pouting - damn him and his pouts.
“’M cold.” He said apologetically.
“You’re always bloody cold.” George grumbled as he pulled the blanket off the top of the couch. It was there simply because Draco was cold all the time. He draped the blanket on his back so it covered them both. “Can we continue?” he asked impatiently, not waiting for a response before latching his mouth to Draco's neck. He sucked on his pulse point reveling in the quiet moans and hitched breaths coming from Draco. He finally managed to get his own pants halfway down his thighs, far enough to be out of the way. Draco had been pantless for hours, walking around in nothing but one of George’s ragged old shirts. Which was precisely how they ended up in their current position on their couch. George slotted their mouths together, pulled at Draco's hair to make his head tilt back and he let out the delicious little whimper into his mouth. George’s cock was brushing against Draco's hole, teasing. He was getting back at him for walking around asking for a proper shagging in that stupid shirt.
Just when he was going to thrust in he heard a loud cough and someone clearing their throat. Both snapped their heads to look at the two people standing in their living room. George’s mouth dropped open in horror and Draco turned red with embarrassment and turned his face away to bury his face as best he could in the couch. “Was today the day you two were coming over for dinner?” George said practically squeaked. If Draco hadn’t been mortally embarrassed he would’ve teased him for it. Mr. Weasley nodded while Mrs. Weasley seemed to be completely and utterly amused by the whole affair. She took her husband’s arm and began leading him out of the room into the kitchen as she said “Why don’t you two go clean up, I’ll start dinner.”
“Yeah.” George’s voice was dazed like he was trying to detach himself from reality. He had enough presence of mind to pull his pants up and fasten them before getting up, being careful to keep Draco covered by the blanket. Draco wrapped the blanket around his waist and they went to their bedroom as quickly as they could without running.
Dinner was awkward to say the least. Draco could barely muster up the nerve to look up from his plate; George couldn’t look his parents in the eye; Mr. Weasley still seemed to be in shock; while Mrs. Weasley seemed perfectly normal, as cheerful as usual. When she’d placed dessert in front of them and still no one seemed willing to speak she broke the tension. “Oh, stop it now. All of you. Arthur, you were young once too. Really. You can’t be all that surprised. And George, we’re your parents. We’ve seen you naked before.”
“Mum.” George whined, making Draco smirk. George didn’t whine often but it was always entertaining when he did.
“We were that young once before you know. I’m sure there’s nothing you kids have done that”
Draco nearly choked on the water he’d been drinking. He could think of quite a few things he thought they’d never even thought about.
“We haven’t heard of before. George, do you think after Percy you could surprise us?” She said making George shake his head “Exactly.” She turned to Draco “We caught him all the time with his girlfriend. No shame, that one.”
Draco smiled at her and looked at George who looked a little more relaxed; his shoulders were no longer tense and hunched.
“Still. You two should probably start writing down when you’re expecting guests.”
“Well, usually people don’t apparate in.” George said nervously.
“Oh?”
“It’s…when the Manor was Voldemort’s base people came and went constantly. It wasn’t…I sort of developed a phobia of people randomly popping into my home.” Draco admitted quietly.
“Why didn’t you just” Mr. Weasley began.
“I don’t mind it when people disapparate, just when they come in.” Draco quickly explained.
“Sorry, dear. We didn’t know.” Mrs. Weasley said in a motherly way Draco had never had directed at him before.
“It’s fine.” Draco said, glancing at George who was eyeing him carefully. He knew talking about what happened when Voldemort was at the Manor was hard to him. Brought back memories he’d rather forget.
“Not that you seemed to notice, as occupied as you were.” Mr. Weasley joked making both Draco and George both turn red in the cheeks and look down at their plates again.
“Arthur.” Molly scolded with no heat behind the words. “Stop embarrassing the poor boys.”
He only chuckled and ate a forkful of pie.