Rated to be safe, not a whole lot of naughty but I don't wanna corrupt the youngins. ;]
"Oi, Granger, what's the matter with you?" Hermione looked up and huffed angrily, glaring at none other than George Weasley.
"Whoa, did I step on your toes or something?" George raised his hands, asking the rather irritable girl. She sighed and mumbled an apology, absent-mindedly wiping at the tears streaming down her face. George raised an eyebrow and sat down on the steps next to Hermione. He laid back so that he was lounging next to her, head propped on his hand.
"You're brother is insufferable," Hermione scoffed. George considered this, and nodded.
"Well, he's a bit of a dunderhead, bordering on being a git," George said, a teasing tone in his voice. Hermione nodded. "Come on, then. What's he done this round?" He asked the girl, who's crying had calmed down a bit.
Hermione scoffed again. "He's just an idiot. He ruined the entire evening," she said, her voice breaking on her last word. Hermione crying started again. She buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
"Aw, come on Granger. Tears won't do, alright?" George pushed himself up and put an arm about her shoulders, pulling her into him. He patted her arm as he tried to figure out how to make the girl calm down. Crying girls always made him nervous, but seeing such a bright witch in a mess like this nearly broke his heart. Tragic, he thought to himself. Such a pretty little witch, crying over some idiot like Ronald.
"I do say, Miss Granger, I find myself offended." Hermione looked at him, her nose scrunching in confusion. George smirked. "That was incredibly charming," he informed her and she went pink, but before she could speak he continued.
"Anyhow, back to me being offended, I think you have ended your evening much too soon," George informed her, taking her hand and pulling her up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She protested feebly but allowed herself to be pulled along behind the redhead.
They had made it out the doors and halfway across the quad when he pulled her into a little alcove, decorated for the Yule Ball with icy vines and a floating glass ball, glowing a soft white and slowly spinning in place. Hermione looked around in confusion for only a second before George had seated himself on the stone bench carved out of the wall, bringing her down onto his lap. Hermione flushed and attempted to right herself at least, if she couldn't set herself off of George's lap.
Speaking of which, George's arms were currently holding her from the waist, keeping her in place. He chuckled at her half-assed attempts at removing herself. After a moment she stopped, sighed, and started laughing.
"What are you up to, George?" Hermione turned to face her friend. George smiled and wiped away a stray tear.
"Cheering you up, of course. Couldn't leave a gorgeous witch like yourself in tears, I'm not a right git," he replied. Hermione turned scarlet but couldn't help at smiling at his carefree attitude. "So tell me, Mione. Ever been kissed?"
Hermione gasped and wriggled in his arms, mumbling protests and pulling at his arms. George silenced her with his mouth, pressing his lips against hers. Not soon after kissing her did he feel her melt into his arms. He sighed softly into her mouth, bringing a hand up and tangling it in her hair. Hermione slid her hands from his wrists, up his chest coming to rest at the back of his neck.
George pulled away slightly, grinning wickedly at Hermione, who was still flushed and now breathless. "Definitely. Not. Been kissed," he said, pulling her lips back to his before she had time to protest, leaning back onto the stone wall of the alcove. The kiss was getting more heated, Hermione pressing into him, moving to straddle his lap as best she could in her gown.
George growled low when she pushed her hips into his, dropping his free hand from between her shoulder blades to her hipbone and pulled her down again, pressing her further into his lap. He broke away groaning, and began an assault on the sensitive skin of her neck. She gasped as he licked and kissed and sucked, whimpering when George bit down on her neck softly and kissed the tender spot.
He had long forgotten about moving her hips into him for her, as she had taken to doing it herself. As he worked on her neck, she worked on ridding him of his awkward dress robes. George had and intense internal battle before finally reaching up to grasp Hermione's hands, stopping her from her task.
"Mione, don't you think that as far as we're going right now, we'd end up shagging in the bloody courtyard?" He asked, still a bit breathless from time spent with the delicious creature straddling his lap. He gently removed his hand from her hair and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, slowly guiding her face closer to his.
"I think that would be a possibility," Hermione murmured, eyes fluttering shut as George brushed his lips over hers. He smirked, making eye contact with her.
"Doesn't sound as if you're opposed," he drawled, raising an eyebrow at her. She giggled and kissed him again and they started the cycle over, kissing and exploring. It was George who pulled away again, leaning his head back on the cool stone. Hermione watched his bright eyes close and gazed over his pink face. She had managed to get the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest, which was also flushed.
Hermione smiled faintly and leaned forward, relaxing into him. She snuggled against his chest, her face falling at his neck. She kissed his neck and, on a whim, licked the same spot. When he sighed in content, she pulled the skin with her teeth, nibbling and sucking. He groaned and pulled her by her hair away slightly and kissed her roughly.
"It's getting harder and harder to control myself, Mione," he growled, nipping at her bottom lip. Hermione gave a breathy moan, nails scraping the flesh of his chest, eliciting a pleased hum from George. Their lips slid across each other, tongues brushing, caressing and exploring. George picked up his favorite habit, pulling her deeper onto his lap by her hipbone, making her gasp as she felt the hard bulge in his trousers slide against her bare thigh. When had her dress been arranged over the two of them? Hermione flushed when she thought of how close her knickers were to him and quickly told herself she was being absurd.
She nearly lost control when the same bulge grazed the bottom of her knickers, causing a jolt of heat to spread through her abdomen. Moaning, she sought the contact again. George caught on to what she was doing and grinned into her neck, nipping and sucking. He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "Oh, love, I don't think it would do if both of us were to lose control."
"I don't want to stop," she gasped, pulling his lips to hers. He moaned, almost turning in his resignation to the pleasure to come, but the wriggling thought at the back of his mind stopped him. He pulled away again, kissed Hermione tenderly twice.
"I don't want to either," he said quietly, pushing her hair back from her glowing face. "But I don't want to do this in a courtyard, during a dance, at a school." He grinned when she blushed, straightening as if she would look more proper with a perfect posture, perched on top of a trouble-maker's lap.
"You're right," she amended, laughing with him at her attempt to save face. George leaned up and captured her lips in a sweet kiss.
Just as soon as the contact between them broke, a series of catcalls and whistles came from the door leading into the castle. Hermione gasped and George looked over to the source of the noise—a group of his friends, headed by his smirking brother, stood just outside the doors, teasing and cheering.
Hermione turned scarlet, dropping her head onto George's shoulder, and started laughing along with George, who found the situation quite amusing. She groaned as she thought of the friendly mocking to come, but thought that maybe it'd all be okay when she felt George's warm hand resting on the small of her back, tracing small circles as he told his friends to sod off.
There may be another part. ;)
xoxo, Ele!