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The bet. Will it get to much for Damon and the twins. Will their families approve of this newfound friendship.
Damon Malfoy 19 years old, home was hell, and school was his safe haven, until it wasn't. With the Dark Lord looming, will Damon come...
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Spin the bottle.
Nobodies POV
Damon watch's Fred and George from afar, the twins were laughing and having a good time.
"Your staring." Caroline says
Damon scoffs and he looks away from the twins. "Shut up, your not allowed to talk about me and the twins. You messed me up, you screwed with my head, talking about feelings I don't have." Damon says
"Why are you so defensive." Caroline ask amused, drinking her beer.
Damon glares. "Whatever Barbie." Damon says
Caroline sighs. "Damon....I know I tease but don't hurt them." Caroline says, serious.
Damon nods and he drinks the rest of his drinks the rest of his drink. "I'm going to get some more beer." Damon says
....
George walks up behind Damon. He had a smirk on his lips. "Hey Malfoy." George says
Damon turns and with an unimpressed look he leans up against the table, drinking from his red solo cup.
Damon eyes the Weasley, he was wearing tight fitted jeans with a loose floral button up shirt. He looked gorgeous, it pissed Damon off.
"What do you want Weasley." Damon ask "I just wanted to know how the rest of the shower was." George ask with a teasing smirk.
Damon's eyes darken but an idea sparks in his head, Damon smirks. He tilts his head, moving closer to George. George backs up, only to bump into a table.
"Oh it was great, princess, especially after you left me hot and bothered, it was almost unbearable so I took my cock in my hand and I just fucked myself, thinking of your gorgeous ass. Wondering if you would squeeze me so perfectly like I pictured you would." Damon breaths, his fingers curling on George's hip.
George was red, his lips parted, heat flaring, his eyes hooded with desire, he almost felt dizzy with how fast his blood rushed downwards, his hand now resting on Damon's wrist.
Their faces were close, lips almost touching.
"Wondering if you would whine so prettily, as I thrust into your perfect little virgin hole. Merlin Princess, I really wanted to fuck you like you asked me too earlier. I wanted to watch you as your eyes rolled back as you fall over the edge, I wanted to feel your orgasm." Damon whispers, his lips almost touching George's.
George looked like he was in pain, he was red from head to toe, his jeans had a knife obvious problem. Damon's words both embarrassed him and turned him on.
George goes to lean forward and press his lips against Damon's but Damon smirks and he pulls away, sending the flustered teen a smirk.
