A/N: I'm really starting to like this story, so it'll probably get updated more often. We'll see.

Don't be afraid

I've taken my beating

I've shared what I've made

I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through

I've never been perfect, but neither have you

So, if you're asking me I want you to know

When my time comes

Forget the wrong that I've done

Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed

Don't resent me

And when you're feeling empty

Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest

-Leave Out All the Rest

They walked together to his room quietly, standing slightly apart, in case they ran into anyone they knew. They made it to the room without incident, where George rounded on Hermione the moment the door was closed and started kissing her madly. She responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Veranda?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Sure," George said, though at the moment he would have agreed to almost anything.

She led him out to the veranda, where she sat on the wicker chair which she transfigured into a wicker bench. He sat next to her and started to kiss her hungrily again. His hands held her waist to him, but he was almost fearful of doing anything that might drive Hermione away. Their tongues clashed in her mouth, and he couldn't help a low groan that escaped from his throat as he felt himself becoming excited.

Smiling Hermione broke away from him.

"Hermione?" he breathed, wondering what he had done.

She answered him by pulling her top over her head and letting it fall to the ground.

"Oh, Merlin, Hermione," he growled, studying the black push-up bra.

"Are you just going to look?" Hermione teased.

He responded to her by burying his face in the crook of her neck and kissing her furiously. His hand massaged her breast through her bra. His erection pushed painfully against his tight pants.

She moaned as he started to kiss her breasts, and his hands reached behind her to unhook her bra.

"Maybe we should move to the bedroom," he muttered as the voices of a few drunken partiers trickled up from below.

She stood and walked through the glass doors. As she did she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he rushed to her. Roughly he pushed he onto the bed and started attacking her breasts. He kissed and sucked her nipples with growing intensity as she moaned her pleasure at the feeling.

Next he pushed up her skirt and started running his hand over her black lace panties. She lifted her hips into his hand, encouraging him to rub her. He could feel her getting warm and her moaning grew louder.

A loud bang from next door jolted them both up. "What was that?" George asked.

"That would be Ginny, probably putting out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign."

"What does that mean?"

"That we have some time before I can return to the room," Hermione smiled coyly. She stood and motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed. She lifted his shirt over his head before unzipping his pants and pulling them off. She positioned herself between his legs and flicked her tongue over his erection.

"Gods, Hermione!" George moaned, entwining his fingers into her hair as her mouth worked up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and he felt his breathing become more rapid. Right before he was about to finish she abandoned her task and returned to the bed.

He pounced on her, removing her panties, and returned the favor by running his tongue over her. He flicked and licked with his tongue, tasting her and feeling her get more and more excited. She stopped him and pulled him up to give her a deep kiss. He positioned himself over her, and she moaned as he entered her. He moved his hips slowly, and she started to move hers hips in synch with him. He returned his mouth to her breast, and she moaned his name in delight.

As his thrusting became more urgent she stopped him. She kissed him passionately as he felt himself calming down a bit. Then she turned away from him and bent over in front of him. He entered her again, feeling himself pushing farther than he was able to before. He held onto her hips as he grinded into her, and she pushed herself against him in return. She started to gasp as she got close to climaxing, and after some encouragement she tightened around him as she finished. The feeling of her closed against him caused George to climax as well, and he felt his seed spilling into her.

He laid next to her and pulled her to him for some passionate kissing as they both caught their breath.

"I never knew how hot you were, 'Mione," he smirked at her.

"I always thought the Weasleys were sexy," Hermione smirked back.

"Well, you're certainly working through us."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She stood, pulled her panties on, and pulled the skirt down over it. She put the bra back on and Summoned her shirt from the veranda.

"Good night," she murmured, pulling the shirt on. She kissed George one final time and left the room.

The 'Do Not Disturb' sign wasn't hanging from the doorknob as she walked next door, so she opened the door and entered. At first she though Ginny must have gone elsewhere, the room was deserted, even though Ginny's bed was disheveled.

"You whore!" Ginny's voice came from behind her, and Hermione felt herself being tackled onto her bed. She struggled with the red head for a few moments, then they sat on the bed together. Ginny's hair was wet and she was already wearing her pajamas.

"You whore," Hermione raised an eyebrow at the clothes scattered haphazardly around the room.

"I'll admit it. He had a Southern American accent, and it turned me on like no one's business. Plus he was gorgeous. Good in bed, too. He gave me his number, somewhere," she looked around the room, but shrugged when it wasn't in view. "But the bigger news of the night is you walking in here, hair a mess, smelling like sex. Who was it?"

"None of your business."

"I looked for you as I left the bar, but I couldn't see you. You must have already been gone. Seriously, 'Mione. Who was he? One of those U of I guys?"

"Yuck," Hermione shook her head.

"Was it one of the locals?"

Hermione shook her head.

"This will be a lot easier if you just tell me who it was," Ginny said. "I'll annoy you until you tell me, you know I will."

Hermione sighed, knowing Ginny would keep her word. "George," she sighed.

"George?" Ginny squealed. "George as in my brother George?"

"Do you know any other George's running around?"

Ginny looked at her friend smugly. "So, is it just my family you like fucking, or is it redheads in general?"

Hermione hit her with a pillow.

"Are you two, like, a thing now?"

"No," Hermione said emphatically. "He bought me a drink, he asked me to dance, I decided to use you as my dancing model, he got turned on, asked me to come up, and things just happened from there."

"Was he good?"

"Why do you want to know the bedroom skills of your brother?"

"I want to know if it was worth the amount of shit I'm going to give you over it."

"Ginny, please don't..."

"Aw, come on, 'Mione!"

"Seriously, I'd like to keep this between George, you, and me. I would have preferred to keep you out of it, but since you're a persistent wench..."

Ginny pouted. "Okay," she sighed. "But you owe me one."

"Agreed. When you fuck one of my family members I won't tell anyone."

It was Ginny's turn to hit Hermione with a pillow. "I'm coming with you to your next family reunion, then."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go right ahead. You can go instead of me."

"No, you know them better, you have to come point out a good one to me."

"Do you seriously think I know how good any of my family is in bed? You're sick."

Ginny smiled. "I always wondered what it would be like to date a Muggle."

"Why not go out with Southern Boy?"

"I don't feel like moving to America. I don't want to explain how I can get from England to Atlanta in just a few minutes, either. I need a Muggle closer to home."

"I'll bring you to some of the local bars near my parents house, if that's really what you want."

"No, I want to date a Granger," Ginny said. "Since you don't have any brothers I can bed."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She looked at the wall separating their room with George's. The sex was amazing, she had to admit, but it wasn't going to leave Mexico. She didn't need that right now.

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George stared at the door after Hermione left for about five minutes. He couldn't believe the incredible sex kitten who had entered his hotel room that night. Hermione Granger. Thank Merlin Ron was gay or he never would have had the opportunity to experience what he just had.

Granger. The straight laced, rule enforcing, wound tighter than a guitar string Hermione Granger. Sure, he thought she was cute during their later years in Hogwarts. As soon as Ron had asked her out, however, he had resigned himself to the fact that she was out of bounds. And when Ron left her for Harry, well, brothers didn't date each others exes, and he didn't see Hermione all that often anyways.

He laid back on his bed and flipped through the TV channels, but he was unable to get Hermione out of his head. He wouldn't do anything for the rest of the trip, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his family, but once they get back he might have to ask Hermione on a proper date.

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