A word of caution for those readers that are younger than 18, or are more conservative - this chapter is graphic. Not sex, still, but more graphic than the last time. If you don't want to read the graphic part, skip the section between the stars. I have it clearly labeled so you won't miss it.
"Ready, Fred?"
"Ready, George."
We strode into the phone booth, and dialed '62442.' The Welcome Witch greeted us, and after stating our business at the Ministry, we received our visitors' buttons. Fred laughed as he read his, and leaned over to read mine; it appears they've got the same clever title:
GEORGE WEASLEY
KNOWS HIS THREE D'S
We got into the lift and made our way up to level 6, to the Department of Magical Transportation. Walking into the Apparition Test Centre, we made our way to the desk and registered ourselves for testing. A few minutes later, there was a call for "Weasley, Fred." I clapped my brother on the shoulder and sent him off with a, "good luck, Freddo." He nodded at me, stood up, and walked into the office. No more than two minutes later, he strut out of the office, head held high, with a proud smile on his face.
"I did it, George!" He stopped walking, and then apparated next to me. I laughed, and gave him a big grin as I heard my name being called. "Go get 'em, Georgie," Fred said, as I walked into the office.
There was a desk, a filing cabinet, and a hoop on the floor. The test administrator, who had THE coolest moustache I'd ever seen, started to explain the process. "Hello, Mr. Weasley. Today is your first attempt at the Apparition test, correct?"
I nodded. "Yes sir."
"Alright. My name is Mr. Jorkins, and I'll be apparating with you today. First, I need you to recite the three d's."
"Destination, determination, and deliberation."
"Very good. Now can you please apparate into the center of that hoop over there?"
I looked over at the hoop, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for the sensation of being sucked through a tube. Then, I opened my eyes, and found myself dead-center in the hoop. Yes! I let out an internal cheer as I listened for the next instructions.
"Very good. Next, we'll be apparating separately into your father's office. You have been there before, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright, whenever you're ready, go ahead. I'll be right behind you. Oh, and do try to avoid landing on the desk."
I nodded, shut my eyes, and went for it.
"George! Testing going well, then?" My dad asked, smiling.
"Going great!" I replied.
"Excellent! Come see me again when you're done, and bring Fred."
"Will do, dad."
"Okay, Mr. Weasley, now I'd like you to side-along apparate me back into my office," Mr. Jorkins said, nodding politely at my dad. "Have a nice day, Arthur, thanks for letting us use your office."
The last thing I saw before wrapping my hand around the instructor's arm and apparating us was my dad smiling. I opened my eyes, and saw a desk. Yessss! I did it!
"Congratulations, Mr. Weasley, you've passed! I just need you to sign your name on this form here, and you're free to go."
I signed the paperwork, and put down the quill with a flourish. "Thank you very much, Mr. Jorkins. You have a great day!" And with a huge grin, I apparated back out into the waiting area, into the chair next to Fred. "I did it, Freddy!"
He smiled at me, and gave me a high-five. "Nice work, George. Mum's gonna flip; we're gonna drive her nutters!"
"That we are, brother, that we are. Now let's go visit dad – he asked us to stop by on our way out." We apparated up to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, and were greeted by our dad with a smile and a hug.
"Congratulations, boys! You're just in time for my break. Can I take you both out to lunch?"
"Sure!" we replied together, and we all three made our way down to the atrium to leave.
-oOo-
We apparated back into Grimmauld Place (we'd moved there for the summer), aiming for the kitchen. "Hello, Mum," we said together.
She let out a shriek, dropping her spatula, and then turned around and shook her finger at us. "You two...so I'm assuming you both passed?" We nodded, and she rushed over to hug us. "Now, don't you two go apparating everywhere, you understand? Just because you can use magic outside of school doesn't mean you need to whip your wands out for every little thing!"
"Yes, mum," we chimed.
"I wouldn't mind if you whipped your wand out every once in awhile," a soft, sultry voice whispered in my ear.
"Hermione!" I shouted, jumping around and throwing my arms around her. "What was that about me whipping out my wand for you?" I whispered back.
She laughed and smacked my chest. "You know I was kidding, George. Though someday, maybe..."
I grinned at her and hugged her tighter. "I'm so happy to see you, love. It's been terribly unexciting without you here these past few weeks."
"Oi!" Fred exclaimed. "What about me?"
"You know I love you, Freddy," I said, letting go of Hermione and throwing myself at him, placing a big, wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.
-oOo-
The next few weeks were spent cleaning, cleaning, and cleaning some more. Mum was hell-bent on making Number 12 spic-and-span, and livable, so we were constantly scrubbing, polishing, dusting; you name it, we cleaned it. All this work also meant that I rarely got to spend time with my best mates, outside of meals. I only saw Fred because I shared a room with him, and I only saw Hermione on the occasional night that I apparated into her room, or side-alonged her into mine, and Ginny or Fred was gracious enough to give us some alone time. Tonight, being one of those nights, found us in my room, cuddled under a fort made of sheets and sticking charms. My wand was standing up on the edge of the bed, with the tip lit up, as Hermione and I flipped through a photo album of her childhood. She was so adorable, with her big, bushy pigtails and her too-large front teeth. "Have I mentioned how cute you were, love?"
"Were?" she asked, with a cheeky grin.
I chuckled. "Fishing for compliments, are we? Yes, were. There are much better words I could use for you now. How do 'beautiful,' 'hot,' and 'captivating' sound?" I replied, stroking her cheek with the backs of my fingers.
She blushed, and waved off the compliments. "George..."
"Stop it, Hermione. I'm not just being nice – I'm being honest. You're going to have to learn how to accept compliments, because I don't intend to stop giving them."
She leaned over, closing the photo album, and placed it on the floor next to the bed. Then she turned to me, and grabbed my face with both hands. "I love you, George Weasley," she stated, grinning, and kissed me.
My heart stopped. I knew, in that moment, that I felt the same way. I felt it spread through my entire body like a wildfire, and my chest felt as if it would burst from all the love contained within me.
She must have realized I wasn't responding, because she pulled back, and a look of hurt crossed her features as she started removing her hands from my face. I reacted quickly, grabbing the backs of her hands and bringing them back up to rest on my cheeks. "Hermione..." I started, then paused to gather my courage. "I love you, too."
She grinned wider than I'd ever seen, and swooped back in to kiss me again.
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The next thing I knew, we were both down to our skivvies, breathing hard, and she was laying down on my bed with me hovering over her. I reached down under her back to unclasp her bra, and helped her out of it.
"You're so gorgeous, love," I murmured, drinking in the sight of her. Positioning myself to lay between her legs, I lightly gripped her hips, then slowly ran my hands up over her stomach, sides, chest, and neck, and then back down again. As my hands returned to their place on her hips, she grabbed one of mine with her own, and breathed loudly through her nose as she guided it down to rest over her knickers, barely brushing her most sacred of places. My eyes widened at this and I gasped, looking bewilderingly into her eyes. "H-Hermione," I breathed. "Are you sure about this? We don't have to go this far yet, you know."
She shook her head, leading my hand lower to come to rest fully over her clothed core. "No, George, I want this. I love you, and I want to show it by trying something new tonight."
I leaned up to rest my forehead against hers, smiling apprehensively. "I love you, too," I whispered, and slowly rubbed my hand back and forth against her sex a few times. She gasped, then purred quietly as she leaned her head back further into the pillow. My fingers found her clit, and began rubbing it in circles through the thin cotton. She arched her back up into me as she lightly dug her nails into my back, and let out a soft moan.
I had an idea, and decided to make a quick decision – I was going to go for it, and make the next move. I slid my hands back up to her waist, earning me a whimper at the loss of contact. I hesitantly slid the tips of my fingers into the top of her knickers, and pulled them down a little bit. Looking up at her face, I saw her give a barely noticeable nod, and continued pushing them down until she was exposed and I could remove them.
Leaning back a bit to take in my girlfriend's naked form for the first time, I groaned. "Gods, Hermione," I spoke quietly, "I've never seen a sight more beautiful than you are right now. How did I get so lucky as to deserve this?"
She blushed and started to squirm under my intense stare, but I quickly put an end to that when I leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. We snogged furiously for a few minutes, our hands trailing all over each others bodies, and then I started my journey down towards her uncharted territory. My fingers brushed through her curls first, then ghosted over her nub, and finally reached her moist folds. I ran one finger upwards between her lower lips, and felt her shudder. It was an empowering feeling, having this much of an effect on someone, and I relished the discovery of it.
I continued drawing my fingers back and forth over her slit and nub, earning me soft gasps and breathy moans. In a move that surprised both myself and Hermione, I paused mid-swipe and gently pushed one of my fingers into her wet heat. She let out a low, shuddering moan. "Mmmm," she breathed, "George..." She arched her back, causing my finger to slip further into her, and I let out a quiet groan at the amazing feeling of her tight, warm passage around my finger, feeling myself getting harder. I slowly slid my finger out, and then back in, earning me another soft moan. I repeated this movement at a moderate pace, and raised my other hand up her body to gently caress her breast at the same time. I slowly started increasing my speed as her moans got louder. I could feel her starting to tense up, so I reached my thumb up to her clit to rub it while my other finger continued its ministrations. Less than a minute later, her body shook with the force of her orgasm. "George!" she cried out, and then groaned. "Unhhhh..." I could feel her body undulating beneath me and continued to pump my finger in and out of her and rub her clit as she rode out her high, hoping to make it that much better.
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"George," she spoke, once she had finally come down from her high and her breathing had slowed down. "That was amazing, thank you. I owe you one."
I shook my head. "Any time, love, but you don't owe me anything. It pleases me to please you; that's all I need."
She smiled fondly at me. "Have I mentioned that I'm the luckiest girl in the world? Because I'm pretty sure I am. You're the greatest boyfriend I could have possibly ever asked for."
I grinned cheekily at her. "You may have mentioned it, but it's always nice to hear again."
We cuddled together for awhile, and ended up falling asleep until Fred came in and woke us up. Luckily, Hermione had thought to slip some clothes on before we got too comfortable, because I would have been angry that my brother would have seen too much of my girl's body otherwise. I apparated her back into her and Ginny's room, kissed her goodnight, and returned to my bed. I fell asleep thinking of Hermione, and had sweet dreams as a result. Life had never been better.
Posted: 19 October 2011
Word Count: 2,263