Quick A/N- I totally missed that I screwed up my own story. I can't have Fred come home Monday only to show up Sunday afternoon. I've quickly fixed it. Sorry for me totally missing it. I think I read the chapter too many times and wasn't seeing it.


In the days that followed Hermione found it difficult to concentrate on anything. She knew it would take a while for her NEWTS to be tallied and sent to her but she wanted to know immediately. Saturday afternoon as she helped George get some more WonderWitch products from the back he spoke, "Hermione, I've decided tonight we're going drinking."

"Why?"

George smiled, "Because your pacing every night is driving me nuts and I think you need to unwind. So we'll eat dinner, get dressed up, and go to the club."

"Club, not a pub?"

"I like to dance," he shrugged, "I remember you enjoyed it too your fourth year. And I won't step on your feet."

Hermione smiled, "That does sound like fun George. I accept."

George watched her walk away before he frowned, "I never implied you had a choice…"


Hermione made them dinner that night, the two eating in companionable silence. "Fred's coming home late Sunday."

"Is that intentional?"

"Well he could be released today," George winked, "use your imagination to figure out why."

Hermione chuckled. She understood why. The Weasley family was a little overzealous sometimes. She let George pick up the dishes from the table and asked, "Where are we going for this night of drinking and dancing?"

"Opaleye," he said, "Lee told me about it. It's a great new club. You can shower first. Girls always take longer."

"Not always," she argued, though she did stand up, "I'm using our bathroom."

"I'll use Fred's," he smiled at her, watching her leave the room.

When George saw her in her dress he was impressed. She looked incredible like that. "You look stunning," he smiled.

"I like how you clean up too," she nodded, accepting his arm as he opened the door and they went downstairs, "So what are we drinking tonight?"

"Anything you want," he answered, "this is all about you."


Hermione had had wine before, certainly, but nothing as strong as the shots they had to kick off their night. She looked at George, "I don't like drinking, generally, because it messes with your brain."

"Maybe your brain could use some time off, Hermione. You do tend to overwork it," he pointed out.

Hermione nodded, "I've always had to prove myself. I came into the wizarding world and I didn't know anything about anything. Everything was strange and mysterious. I had to prove myself, that I wasn't some dumb Muggleborn who didn't know anything."

"Now you don't have to prove anything, least of all to me Hermione," George handed her the shot glass, "I think we both need this. To losing our minds!"

Hermione grinned and clinked her glass to his before throwing back the shot. "Come on George let's dance," he nodded and she dragged him out onto the dance floor.

George Weasley wasn't exactly unused to drinking, but the frequency of the shots of vodka and then firewhiskey began to hit home. He pulled her flush against him as they danced and his mind went black.


The next morning George woke in his bed, his head throbbing in pain as his actions last night caught up with him. He held his hands over his eyes and tried to think about what happened. He remembered dancing with Hermione for a few songs, and he remembered going to get some more shots. The last thing George remembered from the night before was Hermione grinding against him and George not at all displeased with that turn of events.

Eyes wide he sat up in bed only to hear a grumble of discontent. He looked next to him to see Hermione lying on the pillow not far from him. He could see from the way that the sheet fell that she was nude. And he realized he was too. "Bollocks," he cursed.

Hermione's eyes opened and then widened when they landed on George. She sat up and brought the sheet over her chest, "Oh Merlin! Did we…I don't…what happened last night?"

"The last thing I remember is the two of us grinding on the dance floor," he answered, wincing as he spoke. "We need hangover potions," he found his boxers on the floor and slid them on, exiting to the bathroom to grab the potions. When he returned he removed both corks and handed her a bottle, "Cheers."

She drank the potion and felt her mind clear, "Oh Merlin I feel better now." George handed her his old Quidditch jersey so that she'd be covered up. She turned her back toward him and slid it on. "Might be inappropriate to say this right now but you are so sexy Hermione."

Hermione's cheeks flushed and she looked back at him, "Th-thank you George. I remember us grinding too…do you think that we…" George was now looking around his room. When he held up her torn panties she knew the answer to her own question. They undoubtedly had. But that wasn't the only evidence. Now eager to know if they had actually gone all the way, they began to look for other clues. Her dress from the night before was hanging by a strap on the top of his closet door, "Drunk George has decent aim," Hermione teased, trying to lighten up the mood, "you almost made it to your hamper."

"Drunk Hermione is incredibly strong," he nodded to his pants with the button ripped off. She flushed in embarrassment but was pleased he was playing along. That would make this less awkward. "Do you remember anything beyond us grinding?"

"No," Hermione suddenly looked at George, wide-eyed, "When do Fred and Angelina return?"

"Not until this evening. We're fine. But if you're that worried I'll go make sure before we get some breakfast. You have to eat after taking a hangover potion or you'll get sick."


George went out to be sure that they were alone in the apartment. Once it was all clear he and Hermione made some tea and breakfast. She hadn't removed his jersey yet, only sliding on some underwear. He'd never noticed her legs before but Hermione had really nice legs. His jersey hit her around mid-thigh, giving him a rather decent view of her very attractive body. They'd never cooked together, but they moved through the kitchen with ease. Hermione handed him his plate, "Come on let's eat."

"I like you in my jersey," he said.

She blushed and looked at him, "I like what I see too George." He grinned and sat down to eat his breakfast. Hermione ate, chewing her eggs thoughtfully. "I guess it is a good thing that I'm on that birth control potion."

"No kidding," he nodded. "I'm not ready to be a dad."

The tension in the air was thick and Hermione looked at him, "George…what do we do now?"

"I don't know," he said. "I guess…what do you want to do?"

"I think turning my brain off led to something very complicated happening," George just nodded, "George…I don't suppose we can ignore what happened last night."

He looked down. Always the less attractive twin. She had been in Fred's room, reading to him. She hadn't exactly come to find George. "W-we can, I guess. I mean, if that's what you want."

"Is it what you want, George?"

He looked up at her, "No, not really. I…I care for you."

"Not like you care for your family," she whispered, gazing at him, "Please tell me not like you care for your family George."

George stood up and pulled her upright, gazing at her for a long moment before he suddenly kissed her. Hermione moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, George picking her up and carrying her into his bedroom, "No Hermione. Not like I care for my family."

"Oh thank Merlin," she kissed him, hard, and he smiled into it. She suddenly pulled away, "Do you know exactly when they're coming home?"

"Not exactly," he answered. "Do you not want to now?"

"I just want us to have privacy," she pulled him onto the bed with her, "Because I don't know what we had last night but I expect we didn't exactly take our time."

"Probably not," he shifted so that he was on top of her, "I intend to this time."

She smiled and ran a hand over his cheek, "Me too."


A/N- I had the latter part of this chapter already written, with a bit of a twist, before I even began this story. In the original draft Hermione told George that they could just be friends and he went along with it begrudgingly, thinking she didn't want him and wanted Fred instead. I think some of the loudest people I've known have been the most insecure so I wanted to acknowledge that

I'm enjoying fleshing out George and Hermione's characters bit by bit. Some of my most honest conversations with people has been when we're slightly intoxicated so I decided to add some of that for Hermione. She's one of those people who never shows weakness and I wanted her to admit her fears and insecurities. Maybe we'll see more of that in the coming chapters! Thanks for reading, favoriting, following, and reviewing! I really appreciate it :-)