Her movement caught him off guard, her hands around his wrists, her body weight against his. George let her push him until he felt the bed against his legs, then chuckled.
"No way. I'm not wasting this on the bed..." He twisted his hands, slipping from her grasp, catching her wrists this time as he took the steps that pressed her back to the cool plaster. His mouth found her throat and one hand slid down her side while the other pinned a wrist above her head. His body pressed hers to the wall.
Her mouth twisted in that Slytherin faintest-of-smirks and George's body responded with Gryffindor heat.
"God, you're gorgeous..."
An arm around her waist lifted her the barest inch and his cock nudged its way between her thighs, nestling in the dampness there. George guided her hand behind his neck before lifting her farther, arms tight around her body now, and his lips grazed her ear. "Just for me..."
He wondered for the barest second, as he slid inside her, if she'd ever been fucked like this before...