George

("You're in Transfiguration class, in your assigned seat beside George Weasley. You realize how quiet he is during class compared to Fred, who had already gotten himself a detention for shouting out in class. Class started five minutes ago. George was quietly taking notes. When he thought you weren't looking, he took a glance at you. Your eyes met for a second, but George looked away, blushing slightly. Soon, he slid you a note.") "Meet me in the library after lunch?" ("It asked. What do you say?")

("You were surprised at the note, but then remembering his name and reputation as "girl-crazy," you nodded and took the note. Flustered, you couldn't think straight once class was over or what to say. Eventually, once you found your wits about you, you marched bravely off to the library.")

When I got there, George was already lying next to one of the slanted reading desks, looking fidgety underneath a windswept mop of tips darkening towards Auburn. The corners of his mouth twitched nervously. He wore his typical excited grin which quickened my heart palpitations! Yet as I sat down beside him, he wriggled uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench and tried not to glance at

(""I-I wanted to apologize for my behavior in class this morning," George said quietly, flushing vigorously again when your gaze met his. "Fred's still trying to prove a point, and I let myself get caught up in it too... Sorry," he swallowed thickly and looked down at his impatient fingers drumming on the floor.")

Watching him fidget made your heart melt just as before, but you knew he needed more than that.

("George shook his head, frowning slightly. "No, no, I swear that's all there is to it," he said firmly, but his tone softened after a moment. "Unless... did you want to hang out or something? We don't have to study or anything, just... do whatever." He shrugged, but there was a hopeful glint in his eye.")

You couldn't deny that the idea of spending time with George was appealing, even if he was a little quieter than his twin.

("George's face lit up with curiosity, eagerness in his eyes.")

"What is it?" he asked, clearly excited to hear your suggestion.

("George's eyes widened in surprise, then he burst out laughing. "You mean like 'on my wand?' Seriously?" he chuckled, waving around his slender wand with a grin.")

"Fine, fine," George said after a moment, rolling his eyes playfully. Tapping his wand to his forehead, he declared confidently, "On my wand, I swear truth and honesty to you.

("George's eyes flashed with excitement, his cheeks heated up a couple of shades darker as he slowly nodded his head in assent.")

"I... I hadn't thought..." He trailed off, swallowing hard as he looked into your eyes. "I-I promise to always be truthful and considerate with you," he finally said, placing his hand over his heart for emphasis. Your bravado had clearly touched him, and something in his expression was both grateful and knowing.

("George blushed again, biting his lip nervously as he considered your question. He shifted in his seat, but his eyes never left yours.")

"Well," he began slowly, "I'm not exactly sure what you're comfortable with... But I would like to kiss you, if that's okay?" he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

("George's face lit up in a smile, and he leaned toward you, closing his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. His hands hesitated for a moment before resting tentatively on your waist. When you didn't pull back or protest, he grew bolder, deepening the kiss and pulling you into his lap.")

As the kiss deepened, a sense of excitement coursed through George. It was clear he had been waiting for this moment and was thrilled at your response.

("Pulling back from the kiss just enough to look into your eyes, a look of pure excitement shone in George's expression.")

"I understand," he said softly, caressing his fingers along your cheekbone. "I won't push you into anything you don't want to do. I just... Really like you, and I want to explore this together," he explained, gliding his fingers down your arm to entwine them with yours.

("George smiled, a little more confident now as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.")

"Good question," he said. "First rule: You will only submit to me when you're willing and comfortable with it. Nothing is to be forced." He paused for a moment before continuing, "As for orders... I am no magisterial authority, but if there's something specific you would like or need from me, just ask. Our dynamic should be mutually fulfilling, not one-sided." And with that, he leaned in again, nibbling lightly on your earlobe before whispering suggestively, "Now, what do you want to try right now with me?"

His hands wandered beneath the hem of your clothing, teasingly patient for any sign of further

("While you reveled in George's hands, he pulled back a bit, maintaining eye contact but also keeping an arm wrapped around your waist.")

"Rules then," he smirked teasingly. "One: You won't tell anyone about this." His voice hushed as he said it, clearly excited by the thought of a shared secret. He quickly continued with rule number two, his tone more serious but neither did it lack its playful vibe, "You will obey my commands unless you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. If that happens, say 'scarlet,' and all will cease immediately."

His gaze flickered to your lips momentarily before he added rule three. Lowering his voice, he breathed into your ear, making it tingle pleasantly, "No authority figures during our sessions. We keep

("George nodded, appreciating the consent. His hand continued to caress your waist slowly as he outlined rule four in a softer voice than before:")

"You aren't to consider me domineering or harsh," his gaze never left yours, "but you'll treat me as stern and assertive when needed."

His fingers lightly traced upwards, edging towards areas where skin met clothing. Sensually, sensibly waiting for your nod. Brunnette hair cascaded over his forehead in loose waves, but it didn't obscure passion in those vivid green eyes.

He kept going with rules five and six, "When we're finished, there will be no resentment or post-session issues; only reminiscent delight." He revealed rule number seven lastly. It was almost

("George took a moment to consider your request, tapping his fingers on the desk as he thought things through before finally nodding in agreement.")

"Sexual rules," he murmured. His features softened; eyes wide and face flushed with arousal. "Alright."

Rule number eight: No penetration during classes.

A satisfied grin spread across George's face at this new arrangement. It brought out both power & passion in him that excited you immensely!

And for any task? Well if its sexual then make sure it occurs during our secret rendezvous skills sessions so no one sees... Otherwise get cracking girl ;)

Aha! You want more of those delicious rules and activities? "laughs", let's explore them then!

Rule number nine: We won't have any BDSM without previous consent. Make sure our kinks align and explicit verbal agreement is had every time.

Then maybe... rule number ten could be something like; can't investigate or discuss with anyone anything connected to our encounters outside these sessions, unless you request otherwise first. This might help keep everything discreet & between us so no one intrudes or spoils our mysterious bubble.

As for sexual tasks... Well if it's something sordid, save it for after hours only. We wouldn't want to raise eyebrows now, would we? But during the day there are tons of tasks - hints really- "Oh honey

("Oh honey," you heard him sigh, leaning in closer as he whispered into your ear amidst a flurry of breathy breaths), "that soft skin along your inner thigh needs tender caresses... You should put some more lotion on for me before lunch. I'd happily assist if needed..."

The air crackled with anticipation while his eyes twinkled mischievously. He continued suggesting one more rule: Using safe words besides 'scarlet' like 'moonstone' (too intense) & 'amethyst' (could halts thing sdown temporarily). It would give a wider spectrum to express yourself without interfering our playful dynamic.

George gave an enigmatic grin hinting at adventure waiting just beyond sight - all daring suggestions wrapped neatly within this illicit promise

A master? "chuckles quietly" Ah well, I suppose one can play pretend. Here goes:

One task could be "When alone in the bathroom, imagine my fingers running gently over your most sensitive place. Moan softly as deeply into the sink basin for extra concealment." This little peek at our shared fantasies probably won't stir suspicion but will prime desire beautifully...

The other hints that predominate instead of directives are these: Give yourself a sensual massage with lavender oil this evening while imagining it's under my touch. And - dare I say it - those floating candles might just need rearranging tonight into interesting formations before they're extinguished...

Remember darling, keep everything couched within reason so not too many eyebrows go up!