I glanced around the room, taking in the cosy armchairs, the fur rug and the crackling fire. I smiled to myself, and looked towards George.

He beamed at me, his eyes twinkling and my heart melted. Butterflies erupted deep within and it felt as though I was back to our very first date. He made his way across the room; eye contact did not cease and for this, I was glad.

"Hermione, I swear you get more beautiful every day," he said, staring lovingly into my eyes. I gazed back, completely transfixed. As his face became closer to mine, his lips parted slowly – as did mine.

He murmured soft, sweet words into my ears, causing me to giggle slightly for the tickling sensation. He then leaned down, brushing my hair from my eyes and fixing his lips onto mine.

Butterflies fluttered, fireworks exploded, a rush of excitement hit me... all of this happened, yet it was more than that. I felt so emotionally connected to him that my whole body froze.

His arms wrapped themselves around my waist and I slowly managed to lift mine around his neck. Our embrace became much stronger now – our bodies becoming closer by the second, his chest against mine.

His hands lowered slightly, resting on my hips and he pulled me closer still. Our kiss had by now, become even more powerful. His tongue slithered into my mouth, gently parting my lips and exploring my mouth.

Our bodies entwined in each others, our arms searching for a new place to touch.

"Hello? Excuse me?" came a voice from behind me, I jumped and my heart skipped a beat.

"Ginny!" George replied, his cheeks nearly the same colour as his hair.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything..." she giggled. I coughed, my face reddening. "Anyway, mum says that it's your turn to rid the garden on those godforsaken gnomes!"

"Great. Just great," George responded, his face dropping.

He hugged me once more, and then left. I shivered with excitement and pleasure when he touched me, causing Ginny to give me a very odd look.

Merely five hours later, I was yet again in George's arms. Distant moans could be heard and as I looked towards him, with a very confused look on my face he laughed.

At exactly the same time we both muttered the same name. "Harry" – Ginny's room was directly beneath us and the distinctive noise of a creaking bed was to be heard.

George tapped on the floor, causing the creaking to cease almost instantly. We laughed together, imagining both of their faces.

Above us was Bill's and Charlie's room... no noise was ever heard from their room's no matter how many girls were seen going in. I assume they had mastered the spell they needed to overcome that obstacle.

Sadly, George's room was also occupied by Fred – this caused many disturbances between mine and George's 'alone' time.

George wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in to him. His body against mine caused an unusual feeling which I had recently become accustomed to. Mine and George's relationship was never 'sexual'.

We had only kissed one another, yet recently I had been yearning for more. Recently, every time he so much as brushed past me I grew a feeling of need. Tonight, we had decided was time for us to figure out why.

He gently lay me on the bed, cupping my face. He then lay beside me, gently kissing my neck and working his way to my lips.

As our lips met, both of our bodies turned towards each other, pushing our bodies into one another's. His arms went around me, and he pulled me closer. I could feel something against me, spurring me on even more and before I even knew what I was doing I had unbuttoned his jeans.

He looked at me in shock, and I slowly went bright red. I covered my face, apologising profusely – telling him that I didn't know what came over. "Well I like what came over you," he said with a wink, pulling me closer.

I pulled his jeans down, and felt a throbbing feeling on my genital area. I stroked it, through his underwear and he groaned.

There was a tap on the ceiling; it seemed that we were getting a taste of our medicine.

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