The next morning at breakfast Ron wouldn't look at anything but his food. He still seemed a little shocked, firstly because George was going out with Hermione.. no that couldn't be right, what an odd pair! And secondly, he walked in on them making it last night. As if the fact that they were a couple wasn't already awkward, that just put awkward to the extreme.
Hermione sat across from George so she could look at him, and they smiled and blushed at each other the whole meal. If Ginny and Fred weren't so happy for the two, this would have made them roll their eyes and sigh at the fact that they were being so lovey so early in the morning, and in front of the whole family. Molly didn't seem to mind one bit because she thought it was adorable.
Hermione got up from the table to go take a shower, a well-needed one after the sweat she worked up with George last night. She peeled off her clothes and set them on her bed, covering herself with only a towel when she scampered across the hall to he bathroom. She set the towel down on the counter top an got in after she adjusted the water. The water felt so good, warm, silky, it flowed from her hair down to her feet. She heard the door click and thought, No, why do I always get interrupted in the shower? But once she looked up to see who it was she was completely un-annoyed to see George standing in his boxers. "George! I'm taking a shower, gosh." Hermione warned as she pulled the curtain close to her to cover herself.
"Oh come on nothing I haven't already seen you know" George stated as he smirked, eyeing her up and down.
"Doesn't mean we've got to take showers together. What if someone sees us come out? Or what if someone walks in, like you just did?"
"Oh 'Mione don't fucking worry about all that, just move over" George said this confidently and casually as he dropped his boxers down to he floor and stepped in the shower with Hermione.
Once the water from the shower slid down every part of his body, making him just as wet as Hermione, he took her face in his hands and gave her a kiss that tasted slightly like bacon, but she liked it because she liked bacon. His mouth began to wander across the neck that he had got so familiar with only last night. That seemed ages ago, but it couldn't have been more than twelve hours prior.
He moved his mouth down to her breast and licked it as he caressed the other one in his hand. He sucked her nipple and she grabbed the wall next to her as she moaned loudly. He trailed his licks and kisses down her stomach and had to lower himself on his knees when he licked her entrance.
"Not here, can't we get out and do this?" Hermione pleaded, because she was afraid she would lose control of he knees and fall in the shower. That would not be a good situation. George turned of the water and stepped backwards out of the shower, leading Hermione by her hands like a princess not daring to remove his mouth from hers, when out of nowhere the door burst open as they heard Ron shout behind him, "Alright Harry you can have it after me" Hermione tried to hurry herself back into the shower but she was too late, Ron turned to face her and George and caught a glimpse of her jumping back in.
"RON DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING KNOCK?" George was pretty mad, for this was the second time Ron had interrupted them and killed the mood. Would they ever be left alone, for goodness sakes?
Ron retorted, " Sor-ry I thought you wouldn't mind if I just brushed my teeth but apparently you had company in here." Ron's face was a mixture of anger and jealousy. Why was he jealous, he had had plenty of chances with Hermione and it was his own fault for never attempting to take their friendship further.
After Ron slammed the door to indicate his leave, Hermione stepped out of the shower. One would expect her to be worried or embarrassed, but she looked George in the eyes and started to laugh. To laugh. She was laughing. Why is she laughing? George didn't get it.
She explained, "That boy is such a git. Pure idiot. How you are related to him I will never know, you seemed to take all the good genes from him." George laughed at her words; maybe he was indeed having an influence on Hermione. Letting her loosen up a bit, this was a good thing of course. Now that Ron once again, killed the mood, the couple dried off and put on clothes.
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The day was a dreary rainy one, there wasn't much to do. Hermione passed it by reading books, and George paired up with Fred to invent some crazy gadgets and gizmos together. After an uneventful lunch dinner and hours after dinner, Hermione still sat reading a book in the sitting room. It was empty; most had gone upstairs to sleep or retreated to their rooms to entertain themselves somehow. Hermione was the only one downstairs, and the hours slid past her, as she was absorbed in the book on her lap. She only lifts her head once she heard someone come down the stairs.
To both her surprise and pleasure, it was George. He had apparently known she would be downstairs reading. She stood up to hug him, and he smelt of ash; he must have been exploding something with Fred. He sat down on the couch, pulling her next to him. She curled up with her knees pressing against his thigh, and snuggled her head on his chest.
They fell asleep like this, only to be woken up before dawn by a hungry Ron tramping down the stairs. He really, really did ruin everything… Hermione attempted to sit up but George pulled her back down and just pretended to be asleep so Ron wouldn't talk to them. She did the same, and once they heard Ron enter the room, they also heard him mutter, "God damn love birds. Gross. Yeah and he never asked me if I liked her or not" At this he left, going upstairs back to bed.
George looked at Hermione who looked back at him, both thinking the same thing, 'What?.. He couldn't mean..' But yes he did. Ron had liked Hermione but never did anything about it. They both laughed, though it was mean, it was too funny not to laugh at. Now fully awake, Hermione traced her finger against George's waistline. He was so sexy. Skinny, but he had muscles. How did he get to be so perfect?
Noticing a bulge in his flannel pants, she realized that her tracing his waistline was something he definitely liked. Her daring eyes looked up at him, flashing him a provocative look. she pushed his legs open by his knees and knelt in the space on the floor between his legs. She tugged his flannel pants down, and tugged the boxers down with it. She started to stroke him with one hand, and she used her mouth to lick his testicles. After taking one in her mouth and sucking, he let out a soft, "oh god, I fuckin love you" that made her take her into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around his head, and then pushed him as far as he would go deep into the back of her mouth.
She choked a little, but after she got used to it she didn't have a problem at all. She bobbed her head back and forth as George stroked her hair. After repeating his and playing with his balls, he tensed up a little and told her, "I'm almost here"
She nodded and merely said, "mmhmm" but didn't pull him out of her mouth. She went faster and faster, using her hand as help as his base. He released in her mouth, and it spilled out before she could swallow it all. Though she could have used a cleaning charm to clean the rest up, she used her mouth to lick it up.
George was surprised at Hermione but loved everything she did. He never wanted to leave her.
