A/N Aren't I posting a lot! DO NOT WORRY! IT IS STILL DRACO AND HERMIONE ROMANCE! I REPEAT IT IS STILL A DRACO AND HERMIONE ROMANCE! I JUST HAVE PLOT ROCKERS IN MY HEAD! I HAVE DREAMS NOW WHERE BENJI SAYS YOU HAVE TO..................... AND THEN I HAVE SOME WHERE HE JUST SINGS! LOL HAHAHAHAHHA! IM NOT CRAZY, BUT I HAVE A WONDERFUL PLOT! I DECIDED JUST FOR THE HELL OF FUCK'S SAKE TO PUT A DISCLAIMER ON THIS CHAPTER
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT! I ALSO OWN A FEW PIECES OF CLOTHING FROM MADE AND LEVEL 27! I DID NOT MAKE THEM I JUST BOUGHT THEM! ALL OF THE CHARACTERS WHO FUCK REPEATEDLY AND THOSE WHO DONT, I DON'T OWN THEM! THANK YOU!
She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held on to her waist, and pressed her very closely against him. He moved down to her neck, and started to devour it.
She moaned his name quietly. He moved down to her shirt, and slowly began to remove it. She moaned his name again as he began to caress her breasts.
She removed his button up shirt quickly. She bit on his lip, and took off his belt. He conjured up some blankets and pillows. He lay her down on them.
His own pants were soon removed as well as hers. He took off her panties, and swirled his tongue inside of her. She moaned his name again.
She pushed him up, and started kissing his chest downwards. She bit slightly on his nipples. He moaned, again. She got to the edge of his boxers, and fiddled with it.
"Come on. Please." He told her. She smiled to herself, and moved them off. Her eyes widened at the sight. He was big. Very big. She stroked his length, and kissed his tip. She put kisses up and down then got to the tip again.
She put him in her mouth and sucked on him. She then blew a bit. She heard him moan. She felt his strong arms bring her face up to him.
He flipped her around so he was on top. He looked at her, and she nodded. He went inside of her. It still hurt a bit, but was soon overcome with extreme pleasure. She shouted his name.
Hermione looked at her watch. It was half past six. She looked at George who was sleeping besides her. She hadn't regretted it at all. Maybe she would fall for him. Hopefully hard. He was acceptable. He was nice, funny, charming, cute, and quite smart to invent all of those things.
She laid back down on his chest, and looked up at the trees. The wind blew, and she covered herself more.
He stirred slightly, and awoke. She looked over to him, and smiled.
"Hermione I'm sorry. I slept with you and took advantage of you. I was completely out of…" He was cut off by her kissing him. "What was I saying?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." She said leaning back on his chest. He covered her protectively, and smiled.
Hermione and George returned to the Burrow hand in hand, smiling. Hermione felt very comfortable with him. More then she had with anyone in fact. Maybe the fact was that she could completely trust him. Was she falling for him? Maybe.
"So where were you… You're holding hands? Oh I'm so happy for you!" Mrs. Weasley said smiling, hugging them both.
"Thanks, mum." George said sheepishly blushing a color to match his hair.
"Now, as soon as you get out of school Hermione dear, you can get married. First get a job, of course. But you'll get married. Have lots of children. Have a nice happy life." Mrs. Weasley said smiling.
"Mum please." George said blushing incredibly much. Hermione's cheeks also tinged velvet.
"Oh wait till I tell everyone about this!" She said excitedly.
"How about a trip to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade?" He asked her as his mother went out.
"Accio purse. Let's go. I'll meet you in front of the Leaky Cauldron." She said and with a crackle she was gone.
Hermione appeared on the destination, and a second later George was there, too. They walked to the ice cream shop, and ordered some regular stuff.
After they were done, Hermione dragged him to Flourish and Blotts.
"See, look. How about some potions books? That's always good. I'm taking N.E.W.T potions. Professor Snape really is a very good teacher. My favorite to be honest besides Professor McGonagall." She admitted.
"Snape is a slimy git who shouldn't be trusted." George told her.
"No, he's a wonderful teacher. If he wasn't like he was, most people wouldn't pay attention. He may not take away points from his own house, but he punishes the roughly." Hermione told him picking out a book.
"Thank you for that Ms. Slytherin. Now have you by any chance seen a book called 'Extending the life of Biased Potions with the Influence Of Basilisk Venom?'" She turned around to see none other then Professor Snape.
"Oh, Professor. Hello, then. Here is the book. I was just looking." She said handing him the book in her hand.
"Thank you Ms. Slytherin. I recommend you first getting a beginner book such as 'Crucio influenced Curse Potions' it is a very good book. If you are interested in potions as much as you say, you can subscribe to Potions Weekly. You are after all studying to be a Potions Mistress are you not?" He finished looking coldly at George.
"Yes, of course. I already have a subscription. I was hoping to get into maybe Halltrix Potions University. It is where you went after all. Or maybe getting an apprenticeship?" She said calmly.
"Yes, they only accept fifty new potions students a year. I think you have a good chance with your grades and intellect. All you have to do is do good on your potions N.E.W.T. Good day Ms. Slytherin, Weasley." He said disgustedly to George.
"He seems to like you, at least." George said disgustedly at his former teacher.
"Well, I put up with his torment for six years while holding my tongue and not causing trouble. I also made almost perfect grades, too. Only a 99.8 though." She told him.
"Only?" He mocked her. "I could barely pass that class. I do admit it came in handy with our shop."
"Of course it does. Potions are handy for a lot of things. From healing to shrinking." She told him as she picked out the book the Professor had suggested.
They apperated back to the Burrow, George getting stuck with all the bags. He went with her to her own room.
"Hermione, Dumbledore gave us permission to come to Hogwarts for our shop on Hogsmeade days. Means I can see you, and anyways there is always Hogsmeade itself." George said kissing her cheek. She smiled at him.
"I never really asked you, how is your shop going?" She asked him.
"It's wonderful! We have enough money to buy a mansion, two mansions, and enough to furnish them. The thing is, we really wouldn't want it to be empty. We like being by our families. It's nice." He told her smiling.
She swallowed at the mention of 'families.' "Yes. I myself really can't wait to pursue my career. The University, the best potion ones in the world, is right here. It's just off of here actually. It's bewitched like the stadium for the cup was in my fourth year.
"You could just apperate right over! Or I could always do an apprenticeship which is just as good as the college. I was even considering asking Professor Snape." She confessed.
"The greasy git or a fine college? Tough choice." He told her laughing slightly.
"I suppose, and I could even take some other courses. Or maybe I could always be an auror. No, I don't want to. I really want to study Potions. It's a good paying job to be a potions scientist at lab." She said dreamily.
"If it's what you want. I'll stand behind you one way or another." He told her grinning like a total fool.
Hermione jogged downstairs for dinner that night. She ate talking about Quidditch with Harry and Ron. Another letter swooped down on Hermione.
"This really is becoming a habit." She said laughing a bit as she opened the letter.
Hermione,
Remember the prophecy. Remember Mr. Malfoy. He may come to be useful. You need to figure the last part before Sirius arrives.
Sincerely
Albus D.
Hermione felt herself being tugged somewhere. With out warning she disapperated.
Hermione looked around. This was the beach house. A door opened and Draco walked in. He was only wearing a towel.
"Slytherin, what the fuck do you want?" He asked her venomously.
"I really don't know." She said honestly. He looked at her worriedly before his emotions vanished off his face.
"I think you better go." He told her trying to sound as rude as he could.
When she looked at him her heart broke. She had wanted it to be like it was, but she still loved him.
"I hope you can forgive me at least. I have a feeling in my gut that tells me not to live the life my parents planned out. I'm really sorry, because I hurt you. I'm even more sorry that you can't see that Voldemort isn't the answer." She told him, accidentally dropping the note from Dumbledore and the attached prophecy.
She apperated back to the Burrow, "That old man is going to die. He can't just make me apperate where he wants me to!" She said angrily.
"Where'd you go?" Fred asked excitedly. George looked at her worriedly.
"Merlin help me if I don't kill him. To Malfoy of all places!" She said angrily, sitting back down.
"To Draco Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley said, a look of disgust evident. Everyone else face looked sour.
"Yes! Stupid prophecy! Harry, you want another one to figure out?" She asked calming down and lightening up the mood.
"One is enough, thanks." He said laughing slightly. Soon the conversation was back to various other things.
She laughed at George kept moving her closer and closer to him. Soon he was sitting with an arm around her.
"George. What to do with you?" She said laughing at him. He smiled at her trying to look innocent.
"George, you were never innocent so there is no need to try and pull that look off." She said smiling even more. He pouted slightly.
"That's not true. Now the marauders were never innocent." He said, "We owe them so much at the years at Hogwarts.
"Have you ever found out who they are?" He shook his head no. "Would you like me to tell you?" she asked him.
"You know?" He asked, his eyes widening in delight.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Moony is Professor Remus Lupin. Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew because his Animagus form is a rat. Padfoot is Sirius because of obvious reasons. Prongs is James Potter because he turns into a Stag like Harry's Patronus…" She said as she started on the story of why it happened.
"I had no idea. You're serious?" He asked her in awe.
"Of course. We always pester Remus about it. It's quite fun! Now he's teaching. So two of the Marauders will be back! That's wonderful I have to say." She said getting up to take the plates to the kitchen.
She came back and sat down leaning on George. He spread his legs, and moved her between them. He then wrapped his hands around her stomach.
"George, people are still eating." She said blushing a bit.
"What's your point, love?" He asked her smiling.
Hermione sat down with George in the living room by the fire. Everyone else was out playing Quidditch.
He brought her head up to his, and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, exploring her every crevice.
"We need another Key- Eww, that is wrong!" They broke apart, and saw Ron standing in the doorway.
"You are going to die." George said calmly, which made it all the more dangerously. Ron turned red with fear.
"I'll be Keeper!" Hermione said breaking the awkward silence. She sprang up from her position on George, and went to the bedroom to get her broom.
"You see that, you GO AWAY!" George said slapping his younger brother on the head before going to retrieve his own broom.
"Come on dad, pass it!" Ron shouted at his father. His father ignored him and shot for Hermione. She caught it with lightning fast reflexes.
She decided to have a little fun for herself. She flew past them all, and shot for Bill's post. He was shocked to see her come on.
"Score!" She yelled when it penetrated a hoop. She smiled at them, and flew back to her post.
"CHEATER!" Harry yelled at her. They weren't doing anything with Seekers.
"I don't remember there being a rule that says the Keeper can't score." She said innocently enough.
"Fred, Pass it!" George yelled at his brother. Hermione was to busy arguing with Harry to notice. When she did he had already scored.
"You little.." She started as she grabbed the Quaffle and shoved it in her pocket.
"What is it dear?" He asked her innocently. She flew over to him and kissed him.
"Take that goal away, please?" She whispered seductively as she kissed him again.
"I admit, foul! THAT DID NOT COUNT!" He yelled at them changing the score on the make shift score board back.
"That's a good boyfriend." She said patting him on the head like a dog. She flew back to the goal posts, and took out the Quaffle.
"George! You sold us out!" Fred yelled at him angrily.
"It was worth it, too." He said sheepishly as he blushed a bit. Hermione high-fived Bill and Charlie.
"Bill, listen go over there, I can distract them. Charlie take the Quaffle, then pass it to Bill once I give u a nod." She whispered to them. Charlie took the Quaffle.
"Look I think it's Fawks with a message from Professor Dumbledore!" She shouted. She gave Charlie a nod, and he passed it. Everyone was to busy looking to notice.
"SCORE!" Bill yelled. She laughed furiously along with her two team mates.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT! I ALSO OWN A FEW PIECES OF CLOTHING FROM MADE AND LEVEL 27! I DID NOT MAKE THEM I JUST BOUGHT THEM! ALL OF THE CHARACTERS WHO FUCK REPEATEDLY AND THOSE WHO DONT, I DON'T OWN THEM! THANK YOU!
She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held on to her waist, and pressed her very closely against him. He moved down to her neck, and started to devour it.
She moaned his name quietly. He moved down to her shirt, and slowly began to remove it. She moaned his name again as he began to caress her breasts.
She removed his button up shirt quickly. She bit on his lip, and took off his belt. He conjured up some blankets and pillows. He lay her down on them.
His own pants were soon removed as well as hers. He took off her panties, and swirled his tongue inside of her. She moaned his name again.
She pushed him up, and started kissing his chest downwards. She bit slightly on his nipples. He moaned, again. She got to the edge of his boxers, and fiddled with it.
"Come on. Please." He told her. She smiled to herself, and moved them off. Her eyes widened at the sight. He was big. Very big. She stroked his length, and kissed his tip. She put kisses up and down then got to the tip again.
She put him in her mouth and sucked on him. She then blew a bit. She heard him moan. She felt his strong arms bring her face up to him.
He flipped her around so he was on top. He looked at her, and she nodded. He went inside of her. It still hurt a bit, but was soon overcome with extreme pleasure. She shouted his name.
Hermione looked at her watch. It was half past six. She looked at George who was sleeping besides her. She hadn't regretted it at all. Maybe she would fall for him. Hopefully hard. He was acceptable. He was nice, funny, charming, cute, and quite smart to invent all of those things.
She laid back down on his chest, and looked up at the trees. The wind blew, and she covered herself more.
He stirred slightly, and awoke. She looked over to him, and smiled.
"Hermione I'm sorry. I slept with you and took advantage of you. I was completely out of…" He was cut off by her kissing him. "What was I saying?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." She said leaning back on his chest. He covered her protectively, and smiled.
Hermione and George returned to the Burrow hand in hand, smiling. Hermione felt very comfortable with him. More then she had with anyone in fact. Maybe the fact was that she could completely trust him. Was she falling for him? Maybe.
"So where were you… You're holding hands? Oh I'm so happy for you!" Mrs. Weasley said smiling, hugging them both.
"Thanks, mum." George said sheepishly blushing a color to match his hair.
"Now, as soon as you get out of school Hermione dear, you can get married. First get a job, of course. But you'll get married. Have lots of children. Have a nice happy life." Mrs. Weasley said smiling.
"Mum please." George said blushing incredibly much. Hermione's cheeks also tinged velvet.
"Oh wait till I tell everyone about this!" She said excitedly.
"How about a trip to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade?" He asked her as his mother went out.
"Accio purse. Let's go. I'll meet you in front of the Leaky Cauldron." She said and with a crackle she was gone.
Hermione appeared on the destination, and a second later George was there, too. They walked to the ice cream shop, and ordered some regular stuff.
After they were done, Hermione dragged him to Flourish and Blotts.
"See, look. How about some potions books? That's always good. I'm taking N.E.W.T potions. Professor Snape really is a very good teacher. My favorite to be honest besides Professor McGonagall." She admitted.
"Snape is a slimy git who shouldn't be trusted." George told her.
"No, he's a wonderful teacher. If he wasn't like he was, most people wouldn't pay attention. He may not take away points from his own house, but he punishes the roughly." Hermione told him picking out a book.
"Thank you for that Ms. Slytherin. Now have you by any chance seen a book called 'Extending the life of Biased Potions with the Influence Of Basilisk Venom?'" She turned around to see none other then Professor Snape.
"Oh, Professor. Hello, then. Here is the book. I was just looking." She said handing him the book in her hand.
"Thank you Ms. Slytherin. I recommend you first getting a beginner book such as 'Crucio influenced Curse Potions' it is a very good book. If you are interested in potions as much as you say, you can subscribe to Potions Weekly. You are after all studying to be a Potions Mistress are you not?" He finished looking coldly at George.
"Yes, of course. I already have a subscription. I was hoping to get into maybe Halltrix Potions University. It is where you went after all. Or maybe getting an apprenticeship?" She said calmly.
"Yes, they only accept fifty new potions students a year. I think you have a good chance with your grades and intellect. All you have to do is do good on your potions N.E.W.T. Good day Ms. Slytherin, Weasley." He said disgustedly to George.
"He seems to like you, at least." George said disgustedly at his former teacher.
"Well, I put up with his torment for six years while holding my tongue and not causing trouble. I also made almost perfect grades, too. Only a 99.8 though." She told him.
"Only?" He mocked her. "I could barely pass that class. I do admit it came in handy with our shop."
"Of course it does. Potions are handy for a lot of things. From healing to shrinking." She told him as she picked out the book the Professor had suggested.
They apperated back to the Burrow, George getting stuck with all the bags. He went with her to her own room.
"Hermione, Dumbledore gave us permission to come to Hogwarts for our shop on Hogsmeade days. Means I can see you, and anyways there is always Hogsmeade itself." George said kissing her cheek. She smiled at him.
"I never really asked you, how is your shop going?" She asked him.
"It's wonderful! We have enough money to buy a mansion, two mansions, and enough to furnish them. The thing is, we really wouldn't want it to be empty. We like being by our families. It's nice." He told her smiling.
She swallowed at the mention of 'families.' "Yes. I myself really can't wait to pursue my career. The University, the best potion ones in the world, is right here. It's just off of here actually. It's bewitched like the stadium for the cup was in my fourth year.
"You could just apperate right over! Or I could always do an apprenticeship which is just as good as the college. I was even considering asking Professor Snape." She confessed.
"The greasy git or a fine college? Tough choice." He told her laughing slightly.
"I suppose, and I could even take some other courses. Or maybe I could always be an auror. No, I don't want to. I really want to study Potions. It's a good paying job to be a potions scientist at lab." She said dreamily.
"If it's what you want. I'll stand behind you one way or another." He told her grinning like a total fool.
Hermione jogged downstairs for dinner that night. She ate talking about Quidditch with Harry and Ron. Another letter swooped down on Hermione.
"This really is becoming a habit." She said laughing a bit as she opened the letter.
Hermione,
Remember the prophecy. Remember Mr. Malfoy. He may come to be useful. You need to figure the last part before Sirius arrives.
Sincerely
Albus D.
Hermione felt herself being tugged somewhere. With out warning she disapperated.
Hermione looked around. This was the beach house. A door opened and Draco walked in. He was only wearing a towel.
"Slytherin, what the fuck do you want?" He asked her venomously.
"I really don't know." She said honestly. He looked at her worriedly before his emotions vanished off his face.
"I think you better go." He told her trying to sound as rude as he could.
When she looked at him her heart broke. She had wanted it to be like it was, but she still loved him.
"I hope you can forgive me at least. I have a feeling in my gut that tells me not to live the life my parents planned out. I'm really sorry, because I hurt you. I'm even more sorry that you can't see that Voldemort isn't the answer." She told him, accidentally dropping the note from Dumbledore and the attached prophecy.
She apperated back to the Burrow, "That old man is going to die. He can't just make me apperate where he wants me to!" She said angrily.
"Where'd you go?" Fred asked excitedly. George looked at her worriedly.
"Merlin help me if I don't kill him. To Malfoy of all places!" She said angrily, sitting back down.
"To Draco Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley said, a look of disgust evident. Everyone else face looked sour.
"Yes! Stupid prophecy! Harry, you want another one to figure out?" She asked calming down and lightening up the mood.
"One is enough, thanks." He said laughing slightly. Soon the conversation was back to various other things.
She laughed at George kept moving her closer and closer to him. Soon he was sitting with an arm around her.
"George. What to do with you?" She said laughing at him. He smiled at her trying to look innocent.
"George, you were never innocent so there is no need to try and pull that look off." She said smiling even more. He pouted slightly.
"That's not true. Now the marauders were never innocent." He said, "We owe them so much at the years at Hogwarts.
"Have you ever found out who they are?" He shook his head no. "Would you like me to tell you?" she asked him.
"You know?" He asked, his eyes widening in delight.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Moony is Professor Remus Lupin. Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew because his Animagus form is a rat. Padfoot is Sirius because of obvious reasons. Prongs is James Potter because he turns into a Stag like Harry's Patronus…" She said as she started on the story of why it happened.
"I had no idea. You're serious?" He asked her in awe.
"Of course. We always pester Remus about it. It's quite fun! Now he's teaching. So two of the Marauders will be back! That's wonderful I have to say." She said getting up to take the plates to the kitchen.
She came back and sat down leaning on George. He spread his legs, and moved her between them. He then wrapped his hands around her stomach.
"George, people are still eating." She said blushing a bit.
"What's your point, love?" He asked her smiling.
Hermione sat down with George in the living room by the fire. Everyone else was out playing Quidditch.
He brought her head up to his, and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, exploring her every crevice.
"We need another Key- Eww, that is wrong!" They broke apart, and saw Ron standing in the doorway.
"You are going to die." George said calmly, which made it all the more dangerously. Ron turned red with fear.
"I'll be Keeper!" Hermione said breaking the awkward silence. She sprang up from her position on George, and went to the bedroom to get her broom.
"You see that, you GO AWAY!" George said slapping his younger brother on the head before going to retrieve his own broom.
"Come on dad, pass it!" Ron shouted at his father. His father ignored him and shot for Hermione. She caught it with lightning fast reflexes.
She decided to have a little fun for herself. She flew past them all, and shot for Bill's post. He was shocked to see her come on.
"Score!" She yelled when it penetrated a hoop. She smiled at them, and flew back to her post.
"CHEATER!" Harry yelled at her. They weren't doing anything with Seekers.
"I don't remember there being a rule that says the Keeper can't score." She said innocently enough.
"Fred, Pass it!" George yelled at his brother. Hermione was to busy arguing with Harry to notice. When she did he had already scored.
"You little.." She started as she grabbed the Quaffle and shoved it in her pocket.
"What is it dear?" He asked her innocently. She flew over to him and kissed him.
"Take that goal away, please?" She whispered seductively as she kissed him again.
"I admit, foul! THAT DID NOT COUNT!" He yelled at them changing the score on the make shift score board back.
"That's a good boyfriend." She said patting him on the head like a dog. She flew back to the goal posts, and took out the Quaffle.
"George! You sold us out!" Fred yelled at him angrily.
"It was worth it, too." He said sheepishly as he blushed a bit. Hermione high-fived Bill and Charlie.
"Bill, listen go over there, I can distract them. Charlie take the Quaffle, then pass it to Bill once I give u a nod." She whispered to them. Charlie took the Quaffle.
"Look I think it's Fawks with a message from Professor Dumbledore!" She shouted. She gave Charlie a nod, and he passed it. Everyone was to busy looking to notice.
"SCORE!" Bill yelled. She laughed furiously along with her two team mates.