Hi! This is my 4th Fanfiction... how I'm writing so much I don't know but I read a few fanfics of George/Hermione and I fell in love with the pairing and so I decided to do my own. Hope you like it! Please review etc and I might carry on the story... not sure yet. Enjoy! :)
The New Years party in the Weasley's Joke shop was under way, and the selves were moved to the edge of the room to make way for the dance floor where every friend of George was standing, chatting, dancing or drinking with one another. There were lights hanging all around the room and streamers. The decoration was helped by Hermione who had spent the afternoon making sure that the party venue would look fantastic; which it did.
"Hermione!" shouted George from across the room and Hermione waved, making her way through the ocean of people who danced around the dance floor. She held her alcohol high in the air to make sure no one would spill it and she made her way towards George near the door outside of the shop.
"Yeah?" she whispered and she wobbled, holding onto George's arms to steady herself. "How much have you had?" he asked, chuckling to himself.
"Not much, but you know, I had to drink away my sorrows," she said, waving her arms around and George laughed again, steadying her slowly.
"Oh, yeah... with Krum and all?" he asked, fury running through his body.
"Yeah, him. Can't believe he left me on New Years Eve!" she shouted and George placed his hand over her mouth and she giggled, realising that she was being quite loud. As he took his hand away from her mouth, she smiled beautifully up at him. "Things going well with you and Poppy?" she asked, sipping her drink. "Hermione, we broke up last week!" he said, astonished that she didn't remember. She choked on her drink, her eyes wide. "Really? Wow... so. Two single people, the only single people at a party," she whispered, a devilish grin spreading across her face.
"It's nearly midnight, got anyone to kiss?" he asked and she giggled, smirking up at his face. She shook her head and looked at the giant firework clock which stood in the centre of the dance floor.
"10! 9! 8! 7! - " shouted everyone. "Well... maybe one person," she whispered, staring into Georges eyes and they widened in shock. Did she mean him?! No... surely not...
"3! 2! 1!" and with that, Hermione grabbed the lapel of Georges jacket and pushed his body into hers and her lips met his, kissing him passionately as his arms wrapped around her waist and one hand onto her behind. As they pulled away, Hermione gasped for air and kissed his neck romantically. George looked around to see if anyone had noticed but luckily all the other couples were doing the same. They didn't look like the odd one's out for a change. "Come on. Your room," she whispered into Georges ear and his eyes lit with excitement. He had had a bit to drink, but so had Hermione, and they had had the same amount. She grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd of people, making her way up the stairs and into his apartment. She went through the living room and into his bedroom, slamming the door and looking at him with wonder and lust. They stood for a few seconds opposite one another, staring at each other and saying nothing. Suddenly, Hermione bolted at George and flung him onto the bed, ripping off his shirt and the buttons flew everywhere. Slowly, he unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. She reached down and slipped of his trousers, agonisingly slowly and he groaned at her touch. She knelt up and realised that they were both in their underwear, nothing more.
"Hang on, before we do this I want to make something clear," she whispered, holding her finger against his mouth. He nodded slowly. "We're both single, both really good friends and I don't want to jeopardise this friendship I have with you because of a relationship. If we do this, we do this as friends. Like, one friend helping out another. No emotional relationship whatsoever. Agreed?" she asked.
"Yeah. Agreed," he whispered and they shook hands.
"Hang on, you've got protection, right?" she asked, an eyebrow rising and he laughed. He leant over to open a drawer from his bedside table and took out a condom. She smiled and kissed his nose. Suddenly, George grabbed Hermione and flung her beneath him and she giggled, kissing him softly as he kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts. She lifted her chest up to his mouth and unclipped her bra, throwing it aside and he smiled down at her and continued to kiss her. He slowly hooked his fingers into her knickers and rolled them down her legs and she moaned at his torture. He quickly stepped out of his boxers and Hermione smiled up at him as he leant over her.
"You sure about this? Just friends?" he asked and Hermione nodded. "You see, keeping my sexual allure in mine..." he whispered jokingly and Hermione slapped his arm. With this, he slowly placed the condom on and he chuckled at her gesture only moments before. "
Spoiling the mood, George!" she whispered against his mouth and her lips captured his and he slowly entered her, and she gasped against his mouth, relishing and taking in every thrust. She met him thrust for thrust, and soon it quickened, and a strange sensation flew across her body and her legs stiffened.
"Come on," he whispered harshly into her ear and she gasped and found her release as he did too, shouting out her name and closing his eyes. He collapsed onto her chest, his head resting between her breast and she sighed heavily, her hands massaging his scalp. They were both hot, sweaty and sleepy and fell into a deep sleep in each others arms.
