Authors note: I know I haven't been on here in a long time, but I didn't forget you

Also warning lemonade may be ahead... ;) first time I ever tried to write it so please be nice.

Disclaimer. Checks mirror, nope still not her. :) :)

George didn't think she would drink the wine. He really didn't. She never drank anything stronger than butterbeer around him. Just as the toast finished he realized he would have to get her away from everyone, better him than the alternative. The little witch was gonna kill him for this. Such a shame for him to die, right after he decided that didn't want to, the redhead chuckled morbidly.

But it would be worse if he didn't get her out of there now. She wasn't related to anyone there, and George had seated her directly beside his eldest brother and his wife. That would make for one nasty situation. Fluer's veela heritage could make her down right dangerous in this situation.

Thinking quickly he did the only thing that came to mind, grabbing the little witch his arms, with a slight squeak from her he disapparated. They popped into the twins' bedroom, and fell into an ungraceful heap on Fred's bed.

Hermione turned to George looking put out, with slightly dilated pupils. "Just what in the bloody hell do you think your doing?" She screeched. A slight flush just visible across her cheekbones, spreading past her collar bone and quickly heading south. The second generation marauder had always thought she was quite sexy, when she was angry. That's why he and Fred had always been so keen on riling her up.

" You almost gave me a heart attack. You don't just grab a woman and disapparate. Why would you do that?!" As the woman before him ranted he realized just what he had gotten himself into.

"Hermione, I swear I didn't mean to, please don't be too mad."

The most brilliant witch of her age was confused. She knew she fancied him, but why did she want to ... no there was something wrong.

" What is matter with me? Why do I ?" She just looked at him to embarrassed to finish her thought. For someone usually so verbose, she was at a distinct lack of words for the moment. George just looked at her through guilty eyes, he could see her fighting the potion. There was maybe two minutes at the most before she would be unable to fight the effects any longer.

" Well you see, um... I may have put a fast acting lust potion into the wine. I didn't think would drink it. Harry she'd for a distraction sho that Gin and him could sneak out, with the way mum has been they didn't want her to have them miss their flight." The guilty prankster mumbled out quickly, unable to look his little brothers best friend in the eye.

"You what! You know what , we'll talk about this in a minute. Just give me antidote." She demanded, adjusting the top her dress. Was it her or was it getting awfully warm in there? Her skin felt like it was on fire. At eighteen, the young witch was still innocent, the most she had done previously was snog Ron at The Final Battle, and a little bit of light petting with Viktor before he left back for Durmstrang fourth year. She had never felt quite this way before.

At George's downturned face and almost silent reply, it sunk in. The boy didn't have the antidote. "How long does it take wear off?" She asked quietly.

He looked her in the eyes blushing "That's the brilliant part, see? It won't wear off without... um... well..."

Getting impatient Hermione yelled him. "Will you just spit it out already?" What was he blushing like a first year for? Then it donned her, and embarrassment racked her features. But more that she was looking at the man in front of her, thinking to herself, 'Has he always looked that good?' She knew she should be furious but at the moment she was hard pressed to feel anything but the throbbing of her blood, and the heat of her skin.

Hermione looked the redhead in his ice blue eyes, "George, I'm a virgin." She wasn't embarrassed about it, but this was not how she had pictured this scenario going. She had thought about it before, of course. What teenaged girl didn't? But to lose her innocence to a lust potion, with one of her best friends older brother, while her other best friend was getting married didn't sound the most romantic, did it?

At this the red head looked up, in shock but not really. She hasn't shown a lot of interest in boys, with the exception of Ron. And Bulgaria's keeper, Krum.

"We don't have to, have sex exactly. I just have to make you come. See I didn't have any, so I don't have to, I mean you don't have to... I mean, shite." As he tried to explain, he just turned more and more scarlet, so the young woman decided to take on him. It wasn't such a horrible situation. At least she didn't have to do anything.

"Just shut up, and fix this already." The no longer bushy haired witch ordered then kissed him.

As far as kisses go this was probably the hottest kiss George had ever experienced in his life, the swot was bossy, Merlin how he loved a bossy bird. The twin then took control of the kiss moving them onto his bed while winding his hand her hair. God he loved her hair, it was would just like he knew she could be. She melded into his body and let out a light moan, grinding herself against him, more forcefully then she would have thought to do under normal circumstances.

"God, Mione, you feel so good" George's groaned as he pulled his lips from hers. It was taking everything in him not to grind down into her wet heat. Her lavender dress had ridden mid thigh, and he was seeing the most gorgeous stretch of toned skin. It was milky smooth, and he could feel the heat radiating from her center. He knew the prob had her ready but he didn't want to scare her.

Nimble fingers lightly ghosted down her arms, then drifted to her stomach. "Please," she moaned. Not quite sure what she was begging for. George took this as consent to trail his mouth lightly across her throat, down her collar bone, and over her dress leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. The sensation sent fire through her veins, so much so that she wasn't even embarrassed when he slid down the bed and drug her dress up her hips. Exposing her to the cool night air.

He could have just used his hands he knew, but he wanted to make sure t that he got her to the point the potion would wear off. At least, that what he was telling himself. God, this was torture. She looked fucking sexy writhing on his bed, his name came out those perfect lips. Begging and playing for him. He hooked his thumbs under his knickers and pulled them off.

George looked into her eyes trying to read her expression, but He seen was Lust. Merlin she's gonna kill him for this, but what a way to die. She smelled like blackberries and honey, and he just had to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. Just at he went to drag his tongue across her slit she looked at " what are you... Merlin don't stop!" She demanded. She was so wet, and his tongue proved her entrance gathering her essence. As she writhed, and moaned he moved higher and ran his tongue across her clit. Dragging two fingers down to her entrance, he lapped at her juices, and just as slid his fingers into her wet heat, she clamped down thighs locking and convulsing around his head, and screamed out her orgasm. . It took a minute or so for her to enough for to extract himself.

As they lay side by side, catching their breath, she expected the embarrassment to come. When it didn't she rolled towards him "we'll talk about it in the morning. And drifted off to sleep.

George looked at her dumbstruck. God she was passionate, thinking guiltily, he should have drank the wine. He readjusted himself and drifted off to sleep.