Her Her Hermione

George entered his shop and looked around, trying to find her. Verity appeared behind the counter and he approached it full speed, determined to kiss Hermione senseless once he could locate her. "Where is she?" he asked, not bothering to answer the blonde's greeting.

She was slightly taken aback that her happy-go-lucky boss was being so short, and simply pointed him in the direction of the back row of products near the other end of the shop. When he took off in that direction she 'eeped' at his quickness, not brave enough to ask questions when he was so determined to find Hermione.

George scanned the aisles, desperate to find her. He needed her and he would have her company come hell or high water. A mass of brunette hair alerted him to her location as he made it near the love potion section of the shop. She was bending over to stock the lower shelves and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Being without her for the past twenty-four hours had been more than he cared to do again.

He scooped her up without preamble, causing her to spill a French inspired perfume down the front of his robes, but he ignored that, reveling in being once again in contact with her. "George! What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed at being lifted into the air so quickly.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," he replied, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. When they finally broke apart, panting, he looked deep into her dark chocolate colored eyes. "You are the most brilliant witch I've ever met," he told her. "Thank you so much for bringing him back…"

Hermione brushed away the few tears that had escaped his eyes and looked up at him with what he couldn't deem concern or confusion. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here," she said, her voice breaking on the last word. "You really hurt me, George. I wanted to help you, though…I couldn't stand to see you in pain."

He blushed deeply. "I know I was wrong. I hope you can somehow forgive me, although you've given me so much already that you'd be called a saint if you couldn't forget my stupidity."

"I love you. Not because of some dream…I thought maybe you felt the same…"

"I do, Hermione! It just takes a good kick in the arse every now and then to get me to see things properly." His eyes held so much desperation and fear that her heart nearly broke.

"If we do this, you'll have to promise me that we'll talk about things up front and that you'll get your head out of your arse and be a gentleman," she conditioned.

"I'll do anything to make you happy," he replied.

"Ok." Her response was simple and the most beautiful thing he had ever heard at the same time. He kissed her passionately once more and then swept her up the stairs, ignoring Verity's comments on closing the shop until someone could help her out. George locked the door to his flat and lowered Hermione to the floor as he began stripping off his shirt. By the time they made it to the bed, they were both completely nude.

George ran his hands over Hermione's curvy body, worshipping her with his eyes. He cupped her generous breasts and massaged the nipples as she nibbled his bottom lip. They fell onto the bed, which thankfully was sturdier than the one he had slept on the night before, and he broke their kiss to nuzzle her throat. Hermione gasped at his ministrations, thrusting her chest up more firmly into his hands as he began to tease her hardened peaks with the pads of his thumbs.

George suckled hard on the tender spot just under her ear, knowing he would leave a mark and more than a little pleased with himself for having marked her as his lover. He moved his kisses lower as his hands explored the contours of her slides and flat plane that was her belly. He took one nipple into his mouth and elicited sighs and mewls of pleasure as he tasted her flesh. He gave the other breast the same treatment as his fingers caressed her hips. Hermione's hands were tracing the lean muscle of his back and shoulders as he moved steadily lower on her delicious body.

He positioned himself between her parted thighs and kissed the inner parts of her legs tenderly. George was teasingly slow at making his way to her center where she desperately wanted to feel him. He chuckled to himself when she could take it no more and pressed his face into her heat. He languorously laved at her petals, enjoying the sensations of her shivering running along his tongue. He opened her further after a few moments and ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal.

Hermione moaned out loud as George's tongue traced her opening. He was talented, there was no doubt about that. He moved up to nibble at the bundle of nerves as his fingers gently perused her folds. He slipped one finger inside her as he flicked her clit with his tongue. "Merlin's ears!" she called out, reveling in the sensations. He began assaulting her clit furiously, determined to push her over the edge with his mouth as he pumped two fingers into her wet pussy. "George, OH!" she yelled out as her orgasm hit. She clenched her thighs around his head, holding him there as her muscles clenched around her fingers. He continued to lick her until she could once again relax.

"That was brilliant," she said as he moved up her body, pressing his skin against hers continually until he was at eye level with her. "You're amazing."

"I try," George replied with a smirk.

"Should I try and return the favor?" she asked, making his already rock hard dick throb in anticipation.

"Not unless you want this to be over rather quickly," he breathed against her lips. "I want you so bad that I'd likely explode the second your lips touched me." She shivered at his words as he flicked his tongue out over her lips. She parted them, willing to give herself to him totally and completely. He kissed her soundly once more, letting her taste herself on him.

"I love you," she whispered when they parted to breathe.

"I love you too," he replied. He kissed her once again as he positioned himself at her entrance. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he pressed forward, entering her wet heat. He buried himself inside her to the hilt and paused as she panted.

"Oh! You feel so good," she said more brazenly than he would have imagined from her. "More!"

George pulled out until he was almost completely free of her then thrust home hard, complying with her wishes. He liked the demanding side of her. He drank up her gasp and began a steady rhythm of hard thrusts. Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved deeper into her, picking up his pace slightly. Kissing her fiercely, he pushed into her again and again, needing to feel more of her.

Hermione broke their kiss to cry out his name as her second orgasm washed over her. George continued to thrust as her body squeezed him, urging him to release, but he continued to move. He changed the angle, holding her hips as he pounded into her, denying himself pleasure until he was sure she was completely satisfied. He entered her harder and deeper upon her command, giving her everything inside him as he stretched her. George's cock was brushing the spot within her with every stroke and it wasn't long before she tumbled into the abyss once more, yet he continued to thrust.

The pair kept moving together, each desperate to give the other all the pleasure they could conjure as they fought against the rising tide inside themselves. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over them as they created the delicious friction their bodies demanded of them. When Hermione came again, George was milked for all he was worth and could no longer hold on. His hips jerked frantically as he pounded into her, seeking his own release. He emptied himself inside her, riding out his orgasm as she continued to grind against his hips, his balls moving against her ass.

Finally they ceased movement and George collapsed beside her, carefully extracting himself from her folds. They lay for a while, sated and worn out in the aftermath of their sex. "George?" Hermione asked finally.

"Hmm?"

"Did you tell Fred where we are?" she asked him.

"No. Why?"

"Because he seems to have gotten quite a show," she replied, inclining her head toward the doorway. Fred stood smirking at his brother, his eyes happier than George could ever remember them being.

"Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind giving us a bit of privacy?" he asked, blushing as dark as his hair. Fred let out a bark of a laugh that would have impressed Sirius and left the two to get properly dressed. When George looked over at Hermione she was blushing as much as he was. "Sorry 'bout that," he said sheepishly.

"It's ok…just glad he's back. But if he tells anyone about this, I'll kill him," she said with a grin. George kissed her once more, then pulled his trousers on.

"I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, George."

END