She had to wear the blue dress; the one with little back, thin straps and curved around her. The woman was deliberately trying to hake him embarrassed by causing him to be aroused whenever he caught sight of her. Oh that woman would be the death of him, and that dress; the thing seemed to draw people's eyes to her, and men certainly seemed to like it, he'd found it nearly impossible to get a word in edgeways to her. She was his girlfriend after all; he should get to talk to her at an office party.
"You look lonely Mr. Weasley." He smiled; not looking over his should as he felt her come up behind him.
"Oh, I have a little friend that's keeping me company. You've got a number of admirers." Hermione smiled, moving round so she was facing him.
"Yes, but none of them are as nice as my boyfriend." He smirked, glancing down at his glass. She was playing with him, knowing that he was trying very hard to hide his desire. Hermione would be a very cruel woman sometimes.
"Does he have my charms, good-looks, intelligence or my major sex appeal?" Her lips rose in a slight smile.
"I wouldn't get too cocky George. Diggory pretty much wants to drag me away to his office and he defiantly has good looks, intelligence," she smiled, leaning closer so she could whisper in his ear "and he has a lot of sex appeal." Light brown eyes sparkled at him, eyebrows rising up and down in a suggestive way.
George thought for a moment, looking down into her bright brown eyes flashing at him with delight and mischief.
"Hmm, that may be so, but I have something he doesn't." His Weasley smile spread across his lips, his white teeth flashing at her. "I have you, and I think its high time I took you away from this party so Diggory can't lay his hands on you." His mouth was close to her ear now she could feel his lips softly moving, his breath rushing around her ear, a hand sliding into the back of her dress, resting inside the material, rubbing her skin in sensual circles.
"I can't say no to that, can I." He grinned, gently kissing the area below her ear, moving closer to her mouth as her hand moved inside his jacket, lifting up the edge of his shirt.
"So what, you, me, at home, fancy evening dress across the floor?"
"That is the plan Miss. Granger." Her smile turned into a grin as he tugged on her hand, drawing her away from the party. No one would notice them; they were all merry on Mulled wine and fire whiskey.
George stopped halfway down the stairs out of the building.
"Does Diggory really have more sex appeal than me?" Hermione just shook her head at him as they walked out in to the Christmas night.