A/N- Well I'm just an updating fiend lately. I'm personally following 3 George/Hermione stories and they haven't been updated in a week. So I understand waiting for new chapters impatiently XD Anyway, here we have George's punishment and some interesting things about Fred.

To George's immense displeasure Hermione's punishment was to revert to 'how they should have been,' to quote her, when they first started dating. George had somehow expected that she'd just request frequent sleepovers and evenings spent with him pleasing her sexually. Instead he was bringing her lunch at St. Mungo's, sending her flowers and candy; he took her out to restaurants and she limited physical contact between them.

If George was asked he'd probably say it felt like Hermione was trying to keep him away a bit before she finally trusted him again. Their evenings in were spent at her apartment, but aside from a kiss on the cheek or a hug George never got much contact. He was feeling far more sexually frustrated than he could ever remember being. And to boot her wardrobe had become very conservative. Even knowing how she looked nude George was finding it hard to conjure up any images of what she looked like naked. It was driving him nuts. He sighed. This was the end of his third week of punishment. Stupid him had sworn he'd abstain from masturbation too and he felt like he was climbing the wall. Angelina had reminded him of Hermione's punishment to Marietta Edgecombe, who still bore scars of the word sneak on her forehead. He'd counted his blessings after that. Hermione could have hexed his genitalia. He probably should have requested a time table for the punishment. She'd never said when it would end. He didn't mind most of it, honestly. He'd do the candy and flowers and the lunches without question anyway. But the celibacy, the lack of any physical contact…that was hard.

Hermione opened her door and George felt himself get erect. She looked gorgeous in a very familiar red dress. "You're trying to kill me," he whispered.

She smiled and let him into the flat, "I'm actually not."

"Umm I was going to make dinner tonight. Do you have different plans?"

"No," she answered, letting him walk into the kitchen. "You've been great, George. So tonight our date is inside my flat. And I stopped by the shop at lunch. Fred knows you won't be in tomorrow morning." George felt his pulse quicken. Did she mean what he thought she meant? "Yes George, I'm kidnapping you." He turned to her and she smiled, "If you're thinking you will be in my bed tonight you'd be right about that."

The grin on George's face could have lit up the entire world. He turned back around and started dinner. It seemed things were going very well tonight. "Maybe I should have brought a change of clothes."

"Clothes won't be necessary," she said. George swallowed in anticipation.

After dinner he moved the plates away, cleaning them up. When he turned back around Hermione was leaning against the counter, watching him. "George Weasley. Have you adhered to my no masturbation policy?"

"Yes," he nodded, gazing at the generous cleavage that her dress offered him. He looked up at her eyes and smiled. She looked as tightly wound as he felt. "Umm, how is that birth control potion doing?"

"It ended earlier last week. I took the other bottle you gave me."

"It lasted a pretty good amount of time," he answered. "That's good. Umm, Hermione I haven't…in almost a month…I mean…"

"I expect you to be a bit quicker than usual. We have all night and all morning George."

He smiled and moved toward her, "Can I kiss you?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," she answered, pulling her against him, "We really need to break in that new bed George."

"Sounds good to me," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her.

That morning the sun shone in on George holding Hermione tightly against him as they slept easily, nude and with happy smiles on their faces. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled as he saw Hermione looking at him, her hand running through his hair slowly, "Hi," he said softly, feeling more content than he had in a very long time.

"Hi yourself," she smiled. "I love you George Weasley. You are an insufferable, annoying, frustrating prat of a man and I am hopelessly and completely in love with you."

"Lucky me," he said, leaning in to kiss her, "if I'm honest what I missed the most about you was the kissing."

"I missed the snuggling," she responded. "Although the sex is phenomenal."

"No arguments here," he kissed her again, "mind if I take a leak quickly?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but kissed him before pushing him toward the edge of the bed, "Hurry back I'll get lonely."

"Not on my watch," he slid out of the bed and entered the bathroom, swaying his hips side to side as he walked to receive a giggle from the witch in the bed.

They made love again before making breakfast together. George was quite enjoying this. After she easily did the dishes with her wand George pulled her to the bathroom to take a shower. Hermione stepped in and let George join her before turning and kissing him, "George?"

"Yeah?"

"You are forgiven."

That afternoon they went for a walk before George had to go into the shop. "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

George wrapped his arm around her, "I don't think I've ever loved anyone like I love you. Not ever. And ever since that fight I've been watching Fred and Angelina, to see how they interact. I guess I never realized that Fred and I are so different. I mean, Fred doesn't act particularly romantic with her. With them it's like they're still in Hogwarts. I love Fred but if I were Angelina I'd get mad at him. He never really wants to take her out on a date, and he never cooks for her. He doesn't get her presents and he plays pranks on her almost as much as he pranks me."

"And?"

"If I treated you like that I think I'd expect you to dump me. It's not that I'm a perfect boyfriend, I know I'm not. But Fred doesn't really do anything to woo her or show her how much he loves her. I never even hear him say it to her." He looked at her worriedly, "Am I ever like that?"

"No," she squeezed his hand and leaned up to kiss him. "You have never treated me like that George. I told you, I got the better twin."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her back before speaking, "I've decided I want to change my haircut. Do you think you could cut it for me?"

"Sure. Just come by after work and I'll do it for you," she leaned against him and he rubbed her back, "George do you think you're completely identical to Fred?"

"I used to but ever since I started dating you I've realized I'm not," he sighed. "I just…I guess I'm more…"

"Gentle? Calm? Affectionate? Handsome? Caring? Thoughtful?" Hermione offered.

"Yes," he nodded, "to all of them. I almost feel bad for Angelina."

"I'm just glad I scooped you up first," she smiled, "would hate for other girls to know that I have the best Weasley by my side."

"I thought I was just the best Weasley twin."

Hermione's hand moved over his chest, "I have upgraded your status to best Weasley period." George smiled. Hermione was great. She was so good at building him up and overcoming his insecurities. Hermione rubbed his back, "George you should get to work. And you should bring over some extra clothes tonight. That way you have things to change into when you stay the night."

"I'll pack a bag later," he promised, leaning in to kiss her, "I'll talk to you tonight." Hermione smiled and said goodbye to him, George heading off to the store while she went grocery shopping.

To Hermione's mind, that fight had made their relationship stronger. It was like George was finally aware of himself. And not as the other half of Fred and George, but as George alone. Hermione made room in her closet for him that evening. She hoped one day George would want to move in with her. But she could wait. George had come a long way in just a month. Hermione sat down to go over her coursework for her Healer classes. George might be supportive of her career choice but he was very distracting when he was there.

That night he arrived with a bag and she smiled, kissing him, "How was your day at the store?"

"Pretty busy. My new products I designed seem to be selling well but I'm worried about Fred. He hasn't had any invention ideas since he's been back." George looked at her as he sat down on her couch, "I don't understand why he hasn't. I mean I've had tons of ideas and been working on them almost every day. But Fred doesn't ever go into the workshop and if I talk to him about it he just plays it off saying I have better ideas." George frowned, "I don't think he has any ideas."

Hermione sat down next to him, her head resting on his shoulder, "I'm sorry George. Maybe he just has to get over the hump."

"I think it's more than that," George whispered, "I think his coma changed him. I told him about those Levitation Lollies I want to make and he wasn't excited at all. Think about it, floating around a room for as long as you suck on the candy!"

She smiled, as he stood up, his excitement growing as he talked about the invention. "It sounds great George. I think it'd be fun."

He grinned and moved to her, kissing her, "You really do get me Hermione."

"Tomorrow is another Sunday dinner at the Burrow," she smiled. "I can't believe so far no one has said anything to us."

"Maybe we should up the stakes," George said.

"How so?"

"I could start giving you lovesick puppy dog eyes," he offered.

She smiled and pulled him onto the couch, "I could start dropping not-so-subtle hints about wanting to date you."

"We're so sneaky," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her, "I think you're perfect for me."

"Funny I was thinking the same," she let George push her down onto her back on the sofa, "George?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you," he brushed a stray hair out of her face, "let's cut my hair before we get too distracted. And then I was thinking we could test some products?"

"Sex-related?"

"Actually I have a new product for Crooks that I brought, and I also have some new quills for you to try out," he smiled. "Although if you want to have sex with me I won't refuse you."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she pushed him off of her and onto the floor, "You have an ego the size of Jupiter George." He grinned up at her in response.

Hermione used some clippers she'd bought that afternoon to cut George's hair. He wanted a short Mohawk, which she provided him with. She used her wand to deposit all of his hair into the trash can, "Take a shower George. I bought you some shampoo and shower gel today."

"You could join me," he offered.

"Tempting though that is, oh handsome one, I think you should shower alone. I want to order some dinner."

"What are you going to get?"

"Pizza," she answered, getting a towel out of the linen closet for him, "do you care what toppings?"

"No," he answered, taking the rest of his clothes off and kissing her, "thank you for doing this."

"Anytime," she winked, exiting the bathroom so he could shower in peace.

A/N- Hmmm so Fred isn't the same since the coma. Whatever could be the reason? Fear? Death Eater in disguise? Hit too hard on the head? Not hit hard enough on the head? No good ideas? Feeling showed up by George? Impotence? Stupidity? Thanks for reading and have a pleasant day :-)