"Hermione, that's not going to work."

She quickly spins around on her heel, turning to glare down at where George was sitting on a couch against the wall. He had been watching as she pounded her fist against the thick oak door, sitting in silence. They had been locked in the room together, going on a half hour now. There were no windows and only one door, which was lacking a handle on the inside.

"And what do you suggest?"

He shrugs and runs his hands through his hair. "There's nothing we can do until someone opens the door. Sirius told me that his parents used this room for punishment. It's sound-proofed."

"Why don't you have your wand on you?" She asks in frustration, pacing back and forth.

He raises an eyebrow at her. "Why don't you?"

She stops pacing to glare at him. "This is all your fault."

"So you've said," George replies with an aggravated sigh. "What more do you want from me other than an apology? I am sorry that I tripped over the rug and made the door shut, but I wouldn't have tried to rush out of here had you not yelled at me."

"Well I told you to leave me alone."

George stands up and walks over to her. "You looked upset…I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

Hermione laughs. "And what do you care?"

George looks hurt for a moment, and Hermione notices, looking at him in confusion. "Hermione- I've known you five years now. I do care about you."

She doesn't reply and walks around him to sit on the couch, finally giving herself a chance to take in her surroundings. The room was pretty bare. There was a couch against one wall and a bed against the opposite wall. The other two walls had a variety of different books that Hermione had been pretending to look through when George had walked into the room, noticing the fact that she had been crying.

George hadn't moved from where she had left him, running his hands through his hair in a subconscious nervous habit, attempting to come up with something…anything…to say to Hermione as it would be a good while before anyone in the Order came to look for them.

It had been almost a year since George realized that he saw his little brother's best friend as more than just 'his little brother's best friend,' but the only people to be aware of this were Fred and, embarrassingly enough, Ginny. She had walked into the common room when Fred was making fun of him for it. Needless to say, she was sworn to secrecy. He had enough problems just trying to get Hermione to like him as a person, let alone as anything more.

"I'm sorry."

George jumps at her voice, turning around to face her. Much to his displeasure, she was crying again. This time, however, he didn't waste time with talking and quickly walked over to her, sitting down beside her on the couch and pulling her into a hug.

"What's wrong, 'Mione?"

She sniffles into his chest and begins to tell George how afraid she is about Voldemort coming back into power and having to watch how it affects Harry and the other people that she is close to.

George pulls her away from him when she begins to calm down and places a kiss on her forehead before wiping the tears away from her face.

"We're all scared, Hermione," George says softly, looking her in the eyes intently. "My parents and Bill and Charlie are all in the Order…I almost lost Ginny in her second year; Ron in his first…this is hard on everyone."

"I don't want to be serious all the time anymore."

George smiles. "Well maybe I can help you with that."

She uses her sleeve to dry her eyes and looks down at her lap in embarrassment at having been crying in George's arms. "Why would you do that?"

He shrugs at her and looks up at the ceiling, breathing in deeply. "I already told you," he replies. "I've grown to care about you."

"I want a boyfriend," Hermione states suddenly, causing George to wrench his neck in turning to face her. To his surprise, she's looking intently at him rather than hiding her face.

"What are you saying?" George asks slowly.

Hermione leans forward, placing a kiss on George's lips, her face growing red when he jumps up from the couch beginning to pace in front of her.

Hermione watches as George paces back and forth, throwing quick glances at her muttering to himself.

"Am I that repulsive?"

George stops walking. "No," he exclaims.

"Then why won't you kiss me?" Hermione quickly asks. "I mean…I'm a girl and you're a guy and we're both single, so what's the problem? I'm not even asking for something serious…I'd just like some fun."

"You don't like me," George states softly.

"I like you fine as a friend," she replies. "Couldn't we just pretend then?"

He stares at her in shock. "You want to pretend to be dating?"

Hermione shrugs at him. "I don't see why not. Until something else comes along we can at least have the fun of being in a relationship without having to resort to being 'shag-buddies'."

George couldn't believe what he was hearing from her.

"You said that you could help me not be serious all of the time," she reasons.

"I meant…" George pauses. "Well I'm not sure what exactly I meant, but why use me as a fake boyfriend? Why not get a real one?"

She shrugs. "It would be more fun if I didn't have to worry about anything getting serious."

"So you want to use me?"

Hermione smirks. "It's not like you wouldn't be getting anything out of it in return…couldn't you at least try it out for a little while. If it isn't working we could even stage some fight for a break up."

George glares at her and continues with his pacing; not believing that the girl he has a crush on is asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend. Arguing with himself over the fact that he has true feelings for her and she just wants someone to fool around with.

"Why me?" He finally asks her, walking over to the end of the bed, sitting down to face her.

"You know how to have fun," she says standing up and walking towards him slowly. "You've had experience with girls, you're attractive, and I can trust you to not mess up our friendship."

George looks at Hermione nervously as she approaches him, pushing him onto his back.

"What are you doing?" George asks quickly as Hermione slowly climbs onto the bed, a knee on either side of his body.

"Persuading you," she says with a smile as she sits herself down on his waist where his hardness is already apparent.

George gasps as she grinds herself against his erection. "I don't feel right about this," he states, closing his eyes as she continues to grind against him.

"Shh," she replies, leaning down to place a finger over his lips. "Just pretend that I'm your girlfriend."

He nods, not trusting himself to speak as she brings her lips down to meet his own. At first, he doesn't react, but as she brings her tongue to his bottom lip he can no longer help himself, and gladly opens his mouth to allow her entrance.

After a few moments pf very deep kissing, George feels her hand slowly making its way down his chest and to the front of is pants. He quickly intakes his breath when she rests her hand on top of his growing erection, beginning to massage it through his pants. He can't help the moan that escapes his lips and quickly flips her over so he's now the one in control.

"I knew you'd come around," Hermione states with a flushed grin.

George's only response is clashing his mouth back against her's. He maneuvers himself so that he's in between her legs and Hermione gasps as he presses his hardness against her inner thigh. He pulls his lips away from hers and moves to her neck, loving the moans she makes when he begins to suck against her pale skin.

She pulls his mouth back to his own and he moves his hand to her waist, slowly trailing it under her shirt and pausing at her bra. With only slight deliberation, he pushes her bra up to expose her breast and firmly grasps her left breast running his thumb over her nipple.

At her moans, he can hardly help himself when he begins to grind his harness into her. Moving to straddle her right leg, he removes his hand from her breast and trials it downwards past her stomach. He can feel her hold her breath as he brings his hand to the front of her pants, pushing down against her clit.

"Oh George," she moans in almost a whisper and he continues to rub his fingers against her through her pants. George smiles as she closes her eyes, her breathing speeding up. He moves his hand faster and within seconds, Hermione arches her back, calling out George's name in ecstasy as she grips his shirt tightly.

George watches as her breathing slows down and makes to get off her.

"No you don't," she states, pulling him back down on the bed and straddling him once more. "Now it's your turn."

"You really don't hav-" Hermione cuts George off from protesting anymore by grasping his erection through his pants, sitting on his thighs just beneath it. Any other complaints he had were cut off by his moan. She slowly begins to rub her hand against his hard shaft, speeding up slightly as his breathing begins to quicken. As he begins moaning, Hermione presses down harder and faster and he comes within moments, biting down on his lower lip as to not cry out.

Pleased with her work, Hermione bends down once more, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before moving to his earlobe. Just as she reaches his neck, George quickly sits up.

Hermione looks at him in confusion before looking towards the now opened door where Remus, Fred and Ginny were standing, looking at George and Hermione in amazement.

"I take it you two got locked in?" Remus asks with a raised eyebrow.

George can only nod as Hermione states, "yes sir," in a hardly embarrassed manner as she gets off the bed and walks towards the door. "Thank you."

George watches as she walks out of the room in utter confusion before jumping up and rushing after her, ignoring the three people standing in his way.

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