A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, just making them do and say weird things.

Potatoes

Hermione had come to the Burrow to spend the rest of her summer vacation. The month had been unusually warm, and that day was no exception; even in the evening sweat trickled down her temple when she worked in the garden. Molly had asked her to uproot some potatoes before the gnomes would eat them all. Hermione didn't mind the hard work, it gave her a good excuse to escape Ron's rambling about Quidditch and to concentrate on her own thoughts. She hummed to herself, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before continuing.

George watched her work from a swing he had settled on, attempting to read a magazine. This had proved to be difficult, though, as his eyes rather followed her movements than the text on the page. Her chest was glistening with sweat, and George swallowed hard when he saw a trail of the liquid wandering south, disappearing in the middle of her breasts. He thanked Merlin for Muggle clothes. The top she was wearing might have caused her detention in Hogwarts, but was entirely appropriate for the weather, and for George's taste. She had grown up, and he had definitely taken notice of that. She was no longer just the tiny book-loving best friend of his younger brother, but a curvy book-loving woman.

Hermione lifted her eyes from the ground and they met George's. For once she was right about the curious feeling that told her someone was watching her, and there he was, magazine laying forgotten on his lap. She saw his jaw tighten, as he quickly averted his eyes and scratched the back of his neck. She smiled to herself, George was definitely looking good, with his faded cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. He had managed to avoid Molly's plans for his over-grown hair, and had tied it into a sloppy bun, not so different from Bill's. It was easy to notice the missing ear, but he didn't seem to mind, and neither did Hermione.

Hermione stood up, brushing dirt from her knees.

"Wanna help me carry the potatoes to the cellar?"

George's eyebrows shot up, but he rose up, left his magazine on the swing and walked to her and took the bigger bucket full of potatoes. "I forgot we even have one."

Hermione snorted. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise, actually, since Molly dominated the kitchen and all things related to food. "Well, let's freshen up your memory, then", she quipped, as she started walking towards the cellar door, carrying the smaller bucket.

"Lumos." Hermione lit up her wand, as almost no light reached the cellar under the Burrow. She set her bucket down, and turned around, only to stumble across George, who stood behind her.

"Whoa, easy!" He chuckled, and held up his arm to steady her. Hermione looked up at him, "Sorry, I didn't mean to.." But her voice trailed off when she noticed the look in his eyes.

George slowly placed his bucket on the floor, not breaking the eye-contact.

Hermione shivered. "The temperature is much lower here than outside", she mumbled, not taking her eyes away from his, either.

"Uh-huh." George lifted his hand to brush her cheek. "You've got some dirt on your face"

"Oh", was all Hermione had time to say, before George brought his lips to hers.

For a moment Hermione stood frozen, but as George made no attempt of breaking the kiss, her eyes fluttered shut and she began kissing him back. Her hands found their way to his waist and she loved the way he nibbled her lower lip. As Hermione pressed herself against him, George deepened the kiss, and backed Hermione against the wall, sending the bucket of potatoes rolling across the floor. That went unnoticed by the pair, as he grabbed her wrists, placing them over her head, and began trailing kisses on her neck. He lifted the hem of her top, running his free hand up her side, sending shivers down her spine. She squirmed under his touch and as soon as he released her wrists, she brought her hands to the back of his neck, and attacked his lips again.

After a few blissful seconds, George broke the kiss "You", he murmured against her neck, as they both breathed heavily, "Since when have you been so incredibly sexy?"

Hermione's lips curved into a smile as she heard his husky voice, running her hands over his forearms, and marveled how soft the hair felt under her palms. "I didn't realize I am."

"Oh yes, you definitely are." He looked at her dark eyes, slightly swollen lips, and the faint marks on her neck and thought he had hardly seen anything as beautiful in his life. If possible, her being clueless about the hotness that she oozed with, made him even more aroused. "Wanna come to my room tonight?"

"Maybe." She whispered, highly aware of his hand still tracing circles on the bare skin of her stomach.

"I'll see you then." George gave her a searing kiss, before slowly pushing back and leaving the cellar.