What is he still doing here? It's past two in the morning and George Weasley is still in the common room, reading a book, as I try and finish my potions essay.

George never reads. But there he is. Eyes narrowed, sitting in an armchair in front of the fire, making it nearly impossible for me to finish my homework. He will not be the cause for my fist late or missing assignment. But I can help watching him. The way the fire flickers over his curled up, cozy form. Or how he slowly brings his finger to his tongue when he's ready to turn the page.

I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks and I look down quickly to my parchment, which is now ink smeared. I sigh rather loudly and George turns to me.

"Everything all right, Hermione?"

I jump a bit at his voice, and find myself stuttering. "I- Yes. I'm fine."

He smirks. He fucking smirks at me. Bastard. "Whatever you say," he replies. I watch as he turns the corner down in his book and stands up, placing the book where he was just sitting. I hold my breath as he walks over to me, and stands behind me, reading my paper over my shoulder.

"Potions?" He asks.

I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. He inches closer and his front is pushed against the back of my chair. His stomach touching my back where there are gaps in the chair.

"Mm hmm," I reply, not being able to form words.

He brings his hand to my cheek and brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear and trails his hand down my neck making me shudder.

I feel his breath on my ear, and before I know it he is sucking on my earlobe. I can't help but moan, tingles being sent through my body. He releases my ear and trails kisses down my neck, stopping at the base, where he sucks hard and then gently bites. I gasp and I can hear him laugh.

He pulls away and takes my hand, leading me up from the chair. As he pulls me towards the boys staircase reality hits me. "George, wha-"

"Shh," he states, and leads me up the stairs to the second floor, where the 7th year boys live.

He quietly opens the door and looks around the room to make sure that no one is awake and then gestures me in. He leads me to the bed on the far right, and deciding that I have gone completely insane, I follow him onto it. He does a quick silencing spell and closes the drapes around the bed. I watch as he places his wand on the end table and realize just how fast I am breathing.

George smiles and moves closer to me on the bed. He lifts his right hand up and moves my hair aside, not moving his hand from behind my head. He tilts his face downward and I feel his warm lips come in contact with my own.

I kiss him back hungrily, moving my hand to behind his head, grasping his hair. I feel his tongue against my upper lip, and open my mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue immediately finds my own and pushes hard against it; me pushing back with equal ferocity. He moans in my mouth and breaks contact, slowly moving me so I am on my back, my head on his pillow.

He leans down by my side and finds my lips once more, his hand on my waist now. As we continue kissing, I feel his hand slowly move upwards, under my shirt. I draw a short intake of breath as he places his hand under my bra and firmly grasps my right boob. He moves his hand so that my nipple is in between his thumb and next finger, and he pinches making me gasp.

George once again pulls away from me, sitting up. He gestures for me to sit up as well, and when I do he pulls my shirt over my head. We make eye contact and I am astounded by the lust I see in his eyes. He reaches around me and unclasps my bra, fully exposing my top.

He lays me back down, but this time he lies in between my legs, where his hardness is clearly noticeable against my thigh. I throw my head back as his mouth is suddenly sucking at my breast. He twirls his tongue around each of my nipples and brings himself back up to meet my lips, his hardness pressed firmly between my legs. As we begin to deepen our kisses, he begins to grind himself against me. Wanting to feel his flesh against my own, I bring my hands to his back and tug his shirt up over his head, barely losing contact between our lips. I feel his hand against my leg and he slowly trails it up my inner thigh, up my skirt. He moves aside so he is straddling my left leg, a leg of his own on either side, and his hardness firm against my thigh.

I gasp as he trails his hand further up, pausing for a moment when he reaches my underwear. I moan as he runs his hand against my moist front and pushes forward into my leg. He brings his hand to my waistband and slips it inside. As he rubs his finger against my swollen clit I bring my hand to his waist, and slowly undo his belt. I can feel him stop breathing as I unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. When I place my hand over his boxers and make contact with his hardness he moans my name, causing me to moan in return. George begins to rub my clit quicker so I place my hand inside his boxers and grab his hard dick.

I begin breathing faster and I can tell it is only a matter of time before I climax. Suddenly, he inserts a finger inside of me and for a moment I forget to breathe. As he begins to thrust his finger in and out of me, I begin to moan. He removes my hand from inside of his pants and moves further down my body, inserting another finger inside of me, moving it much quicker and harder. The pleasure is almost unbearable and as I reach my peak I can't help grabbing a handful of blanket and arching my back, crying out George's name in ecstasy.

As my breathing slows down, George slowly takes my Shoes, socks, skirt and underwear off and then stands beside the bed ridding himself of all his clothing. When I catch a glimpse of his erection I gasp and he smiles at me.

He crawls back on the bed and kisses me gently, positioning himself in between my legs. "You ready?" he asks me in a low whisper.

I can only nod at him as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside of me. I bite my lip in pain as he fully enters me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I reply. "Just start slow.

He does start slow and after a few careful exits and re entering the pain fades and I begin to feel pleasure. George slowly picks up pace and I can feel his breathing quicken as well. As his thrusts become quicker and harder I begin to moan at each individual thrust. Within slight moments, I feel myself reaching a climax once more. As George makes one final thrust, I find my self crying out his name at the same time that he cries out my own.

Exhausted and completely satisfied, George collapses, still in side of me. When he is able to slow his breathing down to a reasonable pace, he rolls off of me and lies on his back to my left.

"Wow," he states.

"Yeah."

We lay in bed together until the sun begins to rise. I dress quickly as George watches. He pulls me back on the bed for one last kiss and I run for the door and back to my room to shower, skipping breakfast.

Remembering to grab my potions book and stuff it into my bag, I run all the way to potions, just getting there before class starts.

In his usual demeanor, Snape enters the classroom quickly, his black robes billowing behind him. He makes his way up the rows, holding his hand out to collect papers. When he gets to me I breathe in deep.

"I don't have a paper, sir."

He gives me a strange look, but moves on to the next person.

Harry leans in from the cauldron behind me.

"Where were you this morning? And why don't you have your paper?"

I sigh. "What can I say? I got distracted.."