Together through it all

Chapter four: Midnight meeting

Excitement dulled down.

Patience… okay, patience…

Hermione tapped her fingers on the book in her hands. She had read the whole book now, but she still didn't know what it was about. Her eyes skimmed the last page once again. Through dinner she'd talked and smiled and pretended to know what was going on, even though her mind only focused on one thought. She was meeting George down by the lake at midnight, and she was very excited! Molly had kept shooting her concerned glances, afraid that she'd taken a cold or something, as she was quieter than usual.

It was starting to get dark, and as she sat in the living room with the others she couldn't help but smile to herself. Fred and George got up from the couch, yawned and told everyone they were going to bed. George winked at her before heading after Fred up the stairs, making her smile even more. Ron and Harry followed after the twins, and very soon Hermione and Ginny were the only one left.

Ginny smirked at her. "Looking forward tonight?" she asked.

With a pretend look of confusion Hermione stared at her, "I don't know what you're talking about, Ginny." She shook her head.

"Oh, I think you do… you know, some of us actually have eyes," she smiled, before retreating to bed.

Hermione pretended to sleep, even though it was no use, seeing as Ginny was determined to be awake when she left. The time she spent waiting felt like ages. Her mind kept turning its attention over to boring stuff like the spider who was trying to spin a net in the window, or the owl that hooted. "It's midnight!" Ginny suddenly whispered, making Hermione jump up from bed. With a far too knowingly grin, Ginny showed her the time. Hermione frowned when she found it was a whole half an hour, but oh well. She sighed, but figured it couldn't be too bad, he'd never know whether if she'd been an hour or just one minute early.

"Good luck," Ginny whispered loudly after her, earning a frown.

When Hermione stepped out into the nice summer air she immediately got rid of the frown and replaced it with a big grin. She strolled down to the lake and was surprised to find George already sitting there. Hermione kept on walking towards him but he didn't seem to notice.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, but it still made him jump.

A brilliant smile covered his face and he got up and grabbed her into a hug. He didn't release her for a long time, but she didn't mind. It was nice, and it felt safe. "Hermione," he whispered, and pulled her a bit back to look at her properly. She smiled and snaked her arms around his neck, and studied his face before her eyes landed on his lips. "So you're ready to know my snogging abilities to their fullest, are you?" he smirked. Hermione blushed, and looked up to meet his eyes again. "I don't mind," he said before leaning in to catch her lips in a kiss.

He was so gentle, but at the same time he made her forget how to breathe. His hands tangled in her hair, and he walked her backwards until she met a tree. Hermione felt her heart flutter and she felt his tongue meet her lips, asking for entry, which she more than gladly gave him. He pinned her against the tree, before reluctantly pulling away, gasping for air.

George dragged a hand through his hair, before cupping her face in his hands while leaning his head on hers. "You didn't want me here just to snog, did you?" Hermione said quietly.

She heard him sigh. He mentioned for her to sit down with him. "You're leaving after the wedding…" he said, and looked at her, waiting for her to confirm it. She nodded. "And you're off to do who knows what, leaving me, us others behind here. You don't know when you'll come back?" he asked.

Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder, "no."

"Who knows when the last time we'll ever be alone again is?" he asked, and with a grin he added "I know you'll be missing my handsome self when you're gone, so I thought we needed some time alone, just us, here, now."

"I like that idea," Hermione agreed with a smile, "and of course I'll miss you. You won't know what to do without me here, so I really don't see any point of teasing me for it."

He grinned, before looking at her seriously, "I once stuck a pea inside my nose."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise at that random piece of fact, but then she let out a loud laugh. "Oh really?" she chuckled.

"Yes, really," George continued, still with the same expression, but his eyes were twinkling with mirth. "Mum tried to get it out, but sadly it didn't work… I think it had something to do with the fact that Charlie put a permanent sticking charm on it," he said, sounding as he was talking more to himself than her. Hermione snorted, and he moved his focus to her again "I had to go to St. Mungo's! It was very serious."

While laying back on her back Hermione asked "and what did you do to make Charlie put a sticking charm on it?" George grinned mischievously at her.

"I'm not going to get into it in detail… but let's just say it had something to do with his boxers and Tonks."

"I feel sorry for him," Hermione laughed.

George laid down beside her on the grass and propped his head up with his hand to look at her. "You feel sorry for him, but not for me?"

Like that they were positioned for a long time, laughing, and talking about old memories until Hermione yawned. "What time is it?" she asked, and noticed first now that the sky had already become much lighter. George glanced at his watch before grinning innocently at her. "It's five."

"What? Really?" she asked and grabbed his wrist to check for herself. "Oh…"

George smiled at her, and lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. He rolled over so he was half covering her, and then he kissed her sweetly on her lips. "Do we have to get up? I mean, we won't get any sleep before next night anyways… and no one is up yet…"

Hermione grinned. "I certainly won't mind to find out how your kisses are at their fullest…" she trailed off. That was all she had to say before he wiggled his eyebrows suggesting before kissing her again.

A/N: Okay, sorry, maybe not the best chapter I've written… oh well. Review? It'll make me happy:)