George smiled down at her, bringing her close to his body so there was no space between them.
"You are without a doubt, the hotess witch I've every met," he confessed, staring deep into her eyes.
Hermione blushed underneath his gaze, she wanted to turn away but he held her gaze. His face told her he was telling the truth and that's what made her heart speed up and beat so hard that she was sure he could hear it.
"You're not so bad yourself," she managed to say.
They met each other's lips in a frenzy. Hands roaming trying to memorize every part of the other's body, when George's hand made it's way down her backside and over her bum Hermione's legs turn to jelly, finding it hard to support herself. George slowly pushed her backwards into wall. Then wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs, he hoisted her up off the floor, letting her legs wrap around his waist, resting her body against the wall. George broke away from her lips and trailed kisses down her jaw to her shoulder. Hermione gripped his shoulders throwing her head back as he nibbled at her throat; silently moaning and in return making George shiver against her.
"Beautiful," he mumbled against her neck. "So bloody beautiful."
She was unable to answer for her nerves were on fire, he trailed a hand down her side and then under the hem of her shirt letting a thumb trailing semi circles against her hot skin.
"Oh Merlin," she groaned, gripping his hair and pulling him up to her.
She attacked his lips and he returned with just as much vigor. His tongue glided warmly into her mouth, caressing it in a way that she whimpered unconsciously. George continued to trace her skin. Breaking away, she kissed down to his neck and slowly, almost painfully, kissed up his neck. She grinned as she felt him tremble beneath her touch, as she bit lightly against his throbbing pulse point she let her fingers lightly trace the contours of his defined muscles through her shirt.
"Bloody hell Mi," he groaned, bracing a closed hand against the wall.
That stopped her ministrations, making her stop what she was doing. George glanced up at her confused at seeing her scared face.
"Did I…" she started. "Do something wrong?"
George raised his eyebrow in shock. "What? No! No, it was good, you were good. It was…"
He cupped her face and gave her a lustful kiss that took her breath away. It only lasted seconds and when he stopped, her body craving for more. He looked at her with truth behind his eyes while she could feel him trembling underneath.
"I'm hanging by a thread Mi," he grinned at her. "You're bloody fantastic."
Her entire body blushed at his compliment and she could barely look straight into his eye. He held her gaze and ran his hands along legs, then he unwrapped her legs and slowly brought her down to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her softly while she placed her hands flat between them, feeling his still rabid heartbeat.
"Mi, you're perfect and so damn sexy. You can't do anything wrong."
She looked down embarrassed. "I'm not perfect."
He cupped her chin and nudged it up. "You are to me."
He brought her forward to kiss her sweetly when footsteps and voices came down the hall.
"Look that way Mrs. Norris, see if any students are out of bed in those nooks and crannies."
Filch!
George grabbed her hand as he looked around the corner seeing the dust colored cat go through an empty classroom. He glanced at her and grinned.
"Ready to run?" he asked.
Before she could get a word in edge wise, George whisked her down the hallway in a mad dash. Their laughter echoed down the halls as they made the last stride to the Prefect's room hearing Filch's rushed footsteps echo behind them. They burst through the room clutching their sides, laughing and breathing heavily. Hermione walked towards the couch catching her breath. George leaned against the wall watching her as she laid herself across the couch with a hand against her hot face. Her hair was wind blown from running but her face glowed beautifully with her smile radiating. He slowly walked over and sat on the arm of the couch above her. Once she got her breathing under control she smiled happily at George.
"That was amazing,"
"Which part? The first part or the running part?" he asked nonchalantly.
She sat up on her elbows. "What ever part involved us not running for our lives."
"Oh," he exclaimed in realization. "That part wasn't that bad, if I do say so myself."
"Hmm, must be all those Quidditch games."
"You would know," he smirked. "You were feeling them up."
Hermione blushed bashfully, pushing herself up to sit cross-legged and resting her back on the other arm. "It was hard not to."
George grinned at her, "Ditto."
Her smile disappeared from her face and she began to bit her lip in nervousness. George frowned and sat down on the couch in front of her, taking a hand in his.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, I know you're a year above me," she started, slipping her hands away from his. "And have been…around and it's just that—"
"Whoa what?" he interrupted. "Who says I get around?"
"Uh… every female here,"
George shook his head, "Well…not that I'm angry about that rumor, but I don't sleep around."
"Are you a virgin?" she asked bluntly.
He sighed. "No, I'm not. Long story short, me and this girl just wanted to lose it together."
She nodded understanding. "Who was she?"
"A girl that use to live by the Burrow," he started, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it was really awkward and not really satisfying for either of us."
"Are you just saying that?"
"No," he said honestly. "And I won't lie when I say I haven't since, but none of them really…meant anything," He took her hand back. "Until now."
She nodded, thinking it over slowly. "I haven't done…anything, really. I'm not ready for anything that…intimate."
He smiled at her, "You say when, I follow, remember?"
She nodded, her smile returning to her face, "You're a sap, you know that?"
"Right back at ya love," he said, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly.
Breaking apart they moved to lie across the couch wrapped in each other's arms. With a flick of his wand George turned on the wizard radio, filling the room with slow relaxing music. They relaxed in silence against one another, talking about the game and tomorrow when the news of them spread throughout the whole school. They laughed at Becca's pursuits and Hermione's impression of the girls of Gryffindor with their fantasies about him and the twins. Resting against each other, George ran the tips of his fingers up and down her bare arm, making her shiver and causing her Goosebumps to form. Snuggling in closer to him, his body heat quickly warmed her but made her a little sleepy. She rested her arm over his chest, placing her hand over his heart. A slow steady beat pulse under her hand, and his slow breathing moved her hand in time with his pace. George moved his free hand to clasp the one resting on his chest, brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckle then placing it back on his chest.
"You're making me fall asleep," she mumbled, closing her eyes.
"That's kinda that point," he whispered, closing his eyes tiredly.
"Okay, good night," she said, moving in closer to him.
"Good night," he smiled.
"Love you,"
That woke George straight up. Looking down, she was already fast asleep, probably didn't even realize that she said it.
'She loved him?'
The statement made him smile happily at her; honestly, he wanted to say it but seeing as it was a little too soon—well, maybe not. That's really the only word he can describe his feelings for her, love. He smiled at his personal confession. He, George Romulus Weasley, genius prankster and overall good-looking red head, was in love with the beautiful, sexy bookworm, Hermione Jean Granger. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but smile at the quick turn of events. She actually loved a troublemaker like him, which surprised the hell outta him. He couldn't wait to tell her—he grinned— and to be the first one to say it between the two of them.
