Author's Note/ Disclaimer
So this has been hanging around in my unfinished stories since before Deathly Hallows was released. The beginning here is not exactly compatible because, as mentioned, I started it before the seventh book came out. And, as you'll see, it's not exactly compatible with the epilogue either. It was originally just going to be porn, and there's definitely some in the next part, but it turned into a much bigger project. And, like always, the characters are not mine, they're Rowlings. So without further ado, enjoy the first part!

Hermione checked her watch, 8:30. The dark was settling in around her as she approached the shop. The lights were still on, and she was hoping they would still be open, but it looked like she wasn't going to get that lucky. She quickened her pace as she walked past a particularly dark alleyway, hurried to the doorstep, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"We're closed!" came a voice from the other side of the door.
She'd been expecting this reply. "It's me!" she yelled back.
"Who's me?" the disembodied voice asked cautiously.
"It's Hermione."

The door swung open, and standing in its' place was George Weasley.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice serious.
"No, it's nothing. Nothing's happened yet." She answered, checking over her shoulder out of habit.
"Well come in then." he told her, pulling her in by one arm "I can't go around just leaving the door wide open."
"You sound like Mad Eye." She scoffed, but waited while he put the locking and security spells back on the door.

"So," George asked, once he'd turned to face her. "What brings you to our little corner of the world then?"

Hermione shifted uneasily. "I have a sort of favor to ask…" she said, avoiding his eyes. This could either go very well, or become extremely awkward. George looked at her expectantly.

She cleared her throat.
"I want you to have sex with me."

George's mouth fell open, and he laughed nervously. "You're serious?"

She looked up at him, her mouth dry. "Please, George, I don't know if I'm going to live through tomorrow. I came to you two because I- I knew you'd probably agree and, umm…handle the situation the best."

George's eyes widened as he absorbed what she was saying. There was a moments' pause.

"Right, I think you'd better come upstairs."