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Chapter 2
As they sat awe-struck at the way Hermione was moving her body, they witnessed a hand coming to snake around her waist. A green eyed monster awoke in George in a towering rage. Only settling slightly when he saw the scene play out.
Hermione felt the hands snake around her waist, the body pressed up behind her. She turned slightly to see who had grabbed her. Not recognizing him she twisted out of his reach dodging behind Ginny.
"I'm going to take a break," she said fanning herself.
"Me too," she signaled the others. They headed off the floor together fighting through the crowd to join their friends.
"Hot, isn't it?" questioned Hermione gathering her hair up off her neck.
"I'll say," George agreed leaning over to blow on her exposed skin causing another shiver to course down her spine. Focusing on the sensation as another breath caressed her she didn't notice their friends heading back to the dance floor to take advantage of a slow song.
Relishing the feeling she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations overtaking her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, heat radiating from the point of skin touching skin. Another breath of air almost made her moan out loud. The shivers caused goose bumps to appear on her flesh. Taking a deep breath summoning her drunken courage she was about to voice a question when a cough brought her out of her stupor bringing dazed eyes up she found Oliver standing beside her.
"Would you like to dance?"
She opened then closed her mouth, licked her lips, and finally said a weak, "Ok." He took her hand pulling her up, away from George. She glanced back to see him frowning slightly his arm still resting behind where her shoulders had been.
"Enjoying your night?" She nodded allowing herself to be pulled up against him, but wishing it were someone else. By avoiding eye contact she avoided more conversation. And when the last notes of the song died away she meant to move out of his arms, but he held tight leading her straight into the next one, making her smile with a joke or funny comment. She slowly allowed herself to be comfortable with him, it was just dancing.
The music pounded in her ears, lost in the rhythm in her drunken haze she allowed her hands to roam over his body, turning abruptly so she had her back to his chest, she felt his hands beginning to discover her curves. Ignoring her common sense she permitted this behavior to continue relaxing against him just letting go.
Clinching his fist George rose up from the table trying to obscure his view of Hermione and that guy. What is wrong with me? He thought, it's Granger. But she's different, a voice persuaded. Doesn't matter she's my little brother's friend. Ha the voice laughed, painting her in that light isn't going to make her fall nicely back into the safe category. She's not a little girl anymore, the voice continued, and you have noticed that she is not the bushy haired book worm perfect prefect of Hogwarts.
So, George argued inside his own head, that doesn't mean I can do anything about it, she dated my brother. But he has moved on, they are not going to be together. There is nothing standing in your way but you. The voice went quiet as George tried to figure out what exactly he was trying to tell himself.
"Bloody hell," he muttered out loud before ordering a drink.
How did I even end up in this situation? Well the calm voice began once again, Harry and Ginny asked you to do them a favor. I should have said no, and went out with Lee, Katie, Alicia, or Oliver or someone else just anywhere but here.
He downed a shot, then ordered something else and made his way back to the table because as much as he disliked that guy's hands on Hermione, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Thoughts began to drift into Hermione's head as she moved in his arms. George looks nice tonight, yeah right he's wearing a T-shirt and jeans, you are not that desperate. But did you see how the material molded to his muscles. Sigh. His jeans hugging his...Stop right there Hermione Granger, the little voice in her head begged. With a giggle Hermione spun around to look into a stranger's eyes. A momentary surprise because it wasn't who she wanted it to be.
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With the sweat pouring, the alcohol wearing off, and her legs beginning to hurt she begged off another dance slumping down tiredly into the booth trying to arrange her scattered thoughts.
"Who was that?" Ginny rushed eyeing the man.
"Oliver, I met him at the bar," she said appreciatively gazing at his back side.
"Not bad," Luna contributed.
"Right well, who needs another one?" George butted in.
"Oh, I do," Hermione immediately spoke up, but before she could say what she wanted the DJ made the following announcement;
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat this evening, we have a birthday girl, so the next one is ladies choice, and let's have Miss Hermione Granger join us with her partner on the floor."
A shocked expression full with wide eyes and a complete look of mortification Hermione searched her friends' faces, willing someone to rescue her. It was one thing to dance anonymously, but now people would know who she was.
"Go on," Ginny urged.
Partner who was her partner, she didn't want to dance with Oliver again. Again she cast a look at her friends as Ginny tugged her up she hastily grabbed George's arm.
"This is all your fault," she answered his puzzled countenance. Once she'd stepped onto the floor a round of applause had her blushing clear down to her toes. The DJ started the song, and suddenly she was self-conscious.
Noticing the sudden difference George pulled her to him, his hands went down to her hips guiding them in a rhythm. One hand slipped back up her body to place one of hers on his shoulder then placed the other one on his opposite shoulder. His longer hair brushing against her fingertips causing a pleasurable sensation.
Her eyes rose to slowly meet his and she was trapped. Brown clashed with brown as their bodies moved together of their own accord in a natural rhythm. Shock waves were sweeping through her body beginning at the points of contact between his body and hers.
Of their own volition her hands skimmed his shoulders brushing the back of his neck his hair leaving her fingers tingling, a need rose in her and her hands slithered down past his sleeves onto his bare skin.
His hand tightened at her hip, the other one ghosting over her bare back, her shoulders only his fingertips touching in feather light caresses, running over her cheek before grazing down her own bare arms.
This had to be one of the most erotic experiences of her life; her breathing became shallow pants as she allowed her mind to indulge in certain fantasies.
Wrenching her gaze from his she turned around before the mix of emotions he was eliciting exhibited themselves. Pressing her body into his they continued their sensual encounter.
"Hermione," he muttered into her ear, his breath stirring desires within her. His hands roaming freely leaving more goose bumps in their wake. Her arms snaked up to tangle in his hair clasping his neck briefly before dropping only to find his waist.
George used his hands to urge her to turn back around as his own thoughts took him into a new realm where Hermione was concerned. His eyes sought some form of permission from her, her tongue darted out anticipating his next move.
All of a sudden his gaze was riveted to her mouth, her lips enticing him, her tongue inviting and then the music stopped, the DJ announcing a round of Happy Birthday in her honor.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat as she lowered her head to his shoulder waiting out the last words of the song, embarrassed for more than one reason, however a smile played with her lips because George Weasley was going to kiss her, she'd seen his intentions clearly, his body language shouting at her as her's was shouting at him. Then the blasted music ended and now she was being ridiculed with a chorus of the birthday song. Bloody hell she wanted to scream past the point of frustration.
One more she thought, one more dance, maybe we could get back to what almost happened, a longing erupted bringing a desperate hunger to her senses.
The words formed on her lips but never left them, because after a shuddering breath to calm his hormones George led her back to their own party.
She sat quickly lowering her head so her hair would hide her pink tinted cheeks, even though it was dark she suspected something was written all over her face.
"Want another drink, George?" Harry asked as he was about to make a trip to the bar with Ron.
"Merlin yes," he replied too quick earning a few startled looks.
Harry and Ron were edging away from the table when Hermione raised her head, "No one asked if I wanted anything," she said pouting.
"Oh, and what do you want?" George spoke before he could stop himself knowing he meant more than a drink as his leg casually brushed against hers under the table.
Her eyes met his desires playing out. A boldness emerging from deep within made her say, "A screaming orgasm." Oh goodness, had she really said that, and from George's shocked expression to the gasps around the table she knew she had.
"I'll go with you guys," announced George taking a deep breath to relieve some of the fog swirling in his brain.
The rest of the group gaped open-mouthed at Hermione appraising her intentions.
"It's a drink, you can ask the bartender," she said off-handedly shrugging away their scrutiny. "Supposedly a strong one, and my buzz is fading," she was rambling, she knew it, they knew but all chose to ignore it.
"I would have had to have a good stupor going to not die of embarrassment having a whole club sing to me." Ginny said distractingly while keeping her own speculations to herself.
"It was rather funny," Neville chuckled.
"Glad you all found it entertaining," teased Hermione throwing off her own sensual stupor waiting for her alcohol.
"More dancing," Luna demanded snorting. Most cleared off bobbing to the dance floor, "Hermione?"
"Need more alcohol before I even attempt it."
Laughter followed her friends, echoing in her head. The silence left behind opened a haze for Hermione as naughty thoughts of a certain Weasley entered into her conscious.
What are you doing? George Weasley? Ron's older brother George, prankster extraordinaire. You cannot, I repeat cannot be having these kinds of feelings for him of all people. Again are you that desperate? The voice chastised her. Oh shut up, she told it rudely.
"One screaming orgasm," Harry flourished the drink in front of her. "I felt like a complete prat ordering that by the way."
"Thank you kind sir," Hermione flashed a smile sipping the drink. "Delicious."
Ron snickered at her odd behavior putting it down to the alcohol.
"Here we also got some more tube shots to get everyone back into the spirit of celebrating, but where have they gone?" he gestured to the half empty booth.
"Oh well, the others just get to miss out," Ginny commented. She'd been observing Hermione, noticing the concentration.
"Boo on them," Hermione said taking a shot in her hand, she decided she didn't want her brain to be able to function anymore. "It's a repeat, but to friends," she raised her tube it was joined by Ginny's, Harry's, Ron's and George's. This one meant more as Ron was included.
One round down, three to go, two to go, and then just one more, "Here is to getting what you want," George toasted brushing his leg against Hermione's once more meeting her stare, she downed it, followed a second later by him. Feeling the stirrings within her body she began working on her other drink wanting to reach that state beyond conscious thought.
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