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AN – I've tried to keep this not too graphic. It's bad when you start to disturb your friends with what you write. I don't want that. Here we are:
2 –Take No More
George was certain that he had gotten the better of Pansy. The very next day, he couldn't help but smirk as he passed her in the hallway. He was sure to give her a big wink, which solicited the most hateful glare from its recipient. As soon as she was out of his sight, she was there in George's path, chatting with her friends. George took in the sight of her and smiled. It was just as he thought of how beautiful she was that he began to think about his dreams and how he couldn't have her beyond that realm of dreams. As he turned the corner to head for his classroom and avoid any contact with her, she caught his eye and smiled.
"Hey watch it!" yelled a small pixie-like third year as he stumbled into her.
"Sorry! Sorry…" he mumbled as he tried to regain his composure. He didn't dare look at her, knowing he'd just made himself out to be a buffoon in front of her. He hurried himself to Transfiguration class, his mind racing to process what had just happened.
After Transfiguration, George had Ancient Runes. The one class he never thought he'd take, let alone pass in the top twenty of the class. But Percy had told him it was interesting, and for once, George agreed. As Professor Vector began the day's lecture, a foggy sleep took over him, and his mind drifted away to a beach with hot white sand and clear blue water, the sun shining hot on his back.
"Hey, get the drinks?" she asked, squinting up at him from her spot on the beach towel.
"Yea," he replied, holding up two ice cold butterbeers. As he lay next to her, he whispered in her ear, "I love you." She smiled.
"I love you, too." She kissed him gently on the lips before sipping from her butterbeer.
"We should take a dip in the water. Looks warm to me," he told her.
"I'd rather stay here, for now. In your arms."
"I'd like that." And so they lay on the beach, resting in each others' arms as the sun shone down on the bright sand of the beach.
George slowly lifted his head to find Professor Vector staring at him. "I'm sorry Professor. I've been having sleep problems lately."
"Ten points from Gryffindor. You should see Madame Pomfrey for some sleeping potion if you can't sleep. See a classmate for the notes, and the homework. It shouldn't be too hard, Mr. Weasley. You're doing exceedingly well in this class."
"Thank you, Professor," he said, gathering his books. "Have a lovely day." He left the classroom in a hurry, unaware that another Gryffindor was leaving her History of Magic class with the same memory of the same dream.
George had gone to dinner and left as soon as he had finished his meal. He didn't care that had Fred wanted to work on their business plans after dinner. He was growing tired of this confusion. Most of his dreams had been quite erotic. The dream in Ancient Runes had been completely different. The sound of the portrait opening alerted him to the presence of someone else. There she was. George sighed and lay down on the couch he was been pacing by, decidedly taking a nap. If she was awake, the dreams couldn't keep him awake.
When he woke up thirty minutes later, it was to the sound of crunching chess pieces. He groggily lifted his head and murmured some incomprehensible nonsense.
"What's that, George?" Ron asked.
"What's going on?"
"Just beating Harry miserably at Wizard's chess, s'all," he replied with a smug grin on his face, to which Harry responded with a scowl. "What? Don't be sorry just 'cause you're losing."
George's eyes lifted with a small smile. He watched them play, enjoying watching Harry's knight destroy a pawn of Ron's when he began to sense he was being watched. There were eyes on him. Watching him. He slowly lifted his eyes up to catch hers returning to the game. He shook his head in confusion and resumed watching the game. Seconds later, the eyes were back. He snapped his head upward and caught her gaze.
For what seemed like an eternity, their eyes were locked on to each other, staring into each other. She finally returned her gaze to the chess game and sighed. "I'm off to shower, boys," she said while hoisting herself up from the floor. "Good night," she said as she left. George stood up as soon as she was out of his sight.
"Well, I think I'll go with the flow and go take a shower myself. Good luck, Harry," he said as he headed up the stairs.
George stepped into the stream of hot water, letting it run over his body and relax his tensed-up muscles for a moment. After shampooing and conditioning his hair, he continued to let the water run down his body and allowed his mind to carry him away. The walls of the shower became a deep red, and sheer black drapes materialized on the bathroom window. The shower walls disappeared, taking the water with them. A king-sized bed, covered in purple silk sheets and adorned with down pillows, materialized where the bathroom had been. And she was there.
She sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy lingerie outfit. It was a black silken slip, with spaghetti straps that allowed the material to linger just above her breasts. It clung to her small body, its hem just two inches below her behind. She was sitting in an enticing position, leaning back on the pile of pillow as one leg bent upwards slightly and the other stretched itself in front of her.. She sat up, welcoming him with a slight spread of her legs a little more, inviting him to the bed.
He drew upon what little strength of will he possessed to keep himself from simply diving onto the bed. He grinned as he joined her, drawing her body close in an embrace. They inched downward on the bed to its center, away from the pillows. George quickly lost the towel he had been holding around his waist and made a play at removing her knickers. She teased him with her tongue all over his body, drawing him close to the point of climax several times and then relenting. Finally he made love to her, unable to bear her foreplay any longer. George knew that this was not just sex. He knew he was in love.. The only thing that could draw them from this passion, this ecstasy was…
A knock on the door shook George out of his reverie. Shaking his head, he turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom, plans to win her attention forming as he dressed. He grabbed a pouch of money from his chest and headed quickly for the one-eyed witch. I can't this anymore, he thought, unaware that a girl was sitting in her dormitory, still reeling from being snapped out of a curiously similar dream involving one George Weasley.
"Dissendium," he whispered to the statue. He ran through the passageway, wanting to return in time for dinner. He slipped through Honeydukes unnoticed, noting some candies he should buy for her before he left. It took George only thirty minutes to gather a few odds and ends. As he passed back through Honeydukes, he purchased a variety pack of colored sugar quills and some gummy wands, which he knew she enjoyed. He slipped into the cellar, taking advantage of the shopkeeper's current occupation with retrieving a top-shelf item for a particularly short customer.
He returned to the dorm room without delay, for which he was very thankful. If anyone were to ask him about his bulky pocket, which he had stuffed the shopping bags into, he wouldn't be able to think of an excuse. He was too excited, too nervous, to think straight.
Glancing at his watch as he entered the dorm, he began to rush, seeing as he only had ten minutes until dinner. George dropped his bags on his bed and spilled out the contents. A necklace of silver with a sapphire heart pendant on it; a package of fancy parchment tied with a purple ribbon; the sugar quills and gummy wands; and to top it off, a simple bracelet consisting of a braided gold chain and little charms of objects in her life. They were a cat, a wand, a book, a witch's hat, a castle, and a cauldron; the charms were all gold as well.
She would indeed love these. And if she didn't return his affections…then she would still have a reminder that she was loved. George set about to wrapping his gifts, placing the jewelry in small boxes and using his wand to wrap them magically. He transfigured a sheet of parchment into a bag and set the gifts in it, tying the top with a ribbon. Then he headed for the Owlery. He would have a school owl deliver them. George grinned the whole way there, surprised that his trip had not taken long at all, and not caring that he would be a few minutes late to dinner.
George barely took three bites before he resigned to pushing his food around his plate and staring at the doors. She was fifteen minutes late for dinner. His owl would fly in any moment, and she wasn't going to be here! Just as he was giving up hope and bowing his head in resignation, the creaking sound of an opening door lifted his head again. She flopped into a seat between her two best friends and he smiled. Things were turning out alright after all.
"I got caught up with our potions homework. Professor Snape has become quite the slave driver these days. I wish he would –" she was cut off as a small, tawny owl dropped a bag next to her plate. The people around her immediately began prodding her with questions, but she ignored them. She slowly looked into the bag, taking in its contents. She pulled out the small black box that held the charm bracelet, opening it so that only she could she what was inside. Her eyes widened, and she grabbed her bag and left the Hall immediately. George wanted desperately to follow her, but he knew it would draw unwanted attention if he ran out of the room two seconds after her.
He waited until dinner was almost over before making a slow departure, claiming he had unfinished homework piling up on him that he had to attend to at once. This allowed him the chance to head straight for the first place on his search for her. He entered the library to find it empty—most students were still at dinner or in their common rooms. He ignored the watchful glare of Madam Pince and headed for the stacks. He called out her name several times, but not once did she answer. His search among the shelves was not fruitless, as he finally received an answer to his call as he reached the far back of the library.
"Where are you?" he whispered, not wanting to draw the attention of the librarian.
"In the corner, in the fiction section."
He made several turns through the maze of books as he tried to find his way to the corner in which she was hiding. He turned the corner only to find that she was not there.
"I'm sorry if it seemed like I didn't like your gifts." Turning on his heel, he smiled at her. "It's just that I… I was surprised. I wasn't really sure what to think. I'm…I'm sorry about running out like that."
"Does that mean you did like them?" he asked eagerly. She couldn't help but chuckle at his eagerness.
"Yes, I liked them. I loved them. Especially this," she said, lifting up her left arm to reveal the charm bracelet, snug on her wrist with its charms dangling. George lifted his eyes from her bracelet and gave a gentle smile. Still smiling, he bowed his head to gaze at his hand once more as he took it in his. Immediately she drew her hand back and looked up into his brown eyes. "George… I loved your gifts, and to be honest I think I've fallen in love with you, but—but I don't know if I am ready for this. I've never done anything like this." For a moment, he looked like he would turn and walk away. Then George did that last thing she expected. He took Hermione's hand in his own, kissed her, and began leading her out of the library.
He paused at the library door and took both of her hands in his. Looking right into her eyes, he said to her, "Hermione Granger, I love you. I have been in love with you for months now. I can't stop thinking about you. You love me too, right?" She nodded in response, speechless. "Then we have nothing to worry about. What is scarier? Being in love and being together with me, or loving me from a distance and never realizing the full potential of our love for each other? You will never have to be afraid with me. I promise you, that as the smartest, bravest, most beautiful witch in Hogwarts…. You're certainly witch enough to handle little old me."
Hermione had never smiled more in her life.
End of Ch. 2Please review, hope you enjoyed it.
