When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - The plan has been put into action, they are in close contact and hormones are going crazy!!
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George smiled and edged towards the door slowly. "Erm, Jennifer was looking for you, so I'll let her know that I found you," he told her, as he turned the door handle and tried to open the door.
Hermione wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "Jennifer knew I was here. I told her where I was going." George looked at her and swore; she knew! She had set him up, and now the door wasn't opening.
Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the door. "Alohomora," he said forcefully. Trying the door again, he swore loudly.
"George, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, worriedly. George looked at his feet, and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"The doors. are locked. They locked us in!" he told her quietly. Hermione closed her books, and looked back at him
"Who locked us in? George, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked him, getting more confused
He avoided her eyes, and walked over to the small window, and looked out. If he told her the truth then he would ruin the friendship they had, and he couldn't lose that. He sighed and sat down on the small window seat. Hermione walked over and pushed him over slightly, so she could sit beside him.
She looked at him and smiled, as a shaft of sunlight hit his hair making it look like a fire, all red and gold-- Gryffindor colours. She titled her head and looked at him, really looked at him. It was amazing he was so familiar to Fred, but so different. She could sit and talk to George about things she would never even imagine telling Fred. She reached up, and pushed a strand of his hair out of his face, starling him.
She smiled at him and went back to her perusal of him. George watched her from under his lashes not wanting to scare her. He watched as she moved her hand from his hair down to his cheek, skimming her fingers over the sprinkling of freckles over his nose. Then across his eyebrows and down the centre of his nose. He sucked in a harsh breath, as her thumb ran over his bottom lip, and he nearly groaned when it moved along his jaw.
Hermione moved her hand over his face taking in ever little detail as if seeing him for the first time. His clear blue eyes shining out from beneath nearly transparent eyelashes. His straight Roman nose looking like it had popped straight out of a book on Roman history. His lips were forming the cheeky grin that she knew so well. With his bottom lip just a little bit fuller than his top; this on most guys would have looked too feminine, but on him just added to his looks. The small moon shaped scar on his chin that he had got when he tripped over a gnome, and landed on a rock.
She let her eyes drift down taking in his toned arms that were testimony of too many hours of Quidditch practice. The large callous hands that seemed to dwarf her much smaller ones; it looked so strange next to hers. His brown and tanned, while hers was still pale, almost a milky white. She raised her eyes slightly to take in his broad shoulders that seemed to be calling to her. All she wanted to do was lay her head on one of them. Let him shoulder all her troubles and protect her from the world. She shifted slightly nudging his legs with her foot, which brought her attention to them. They were so long and attached to a very nice firm bum, if she did say so herself. She blushed slightly as thought went through her mind, she was so glad he didn't know what she was thinking. He would probably be really embarrassed, and would avoid her for ages and ages.
George gritted his teeth as he felt Hermione's eyes rove over his body. He pushed down the urge to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He thanked whatever god was paying attention that he wore quite a long shirt this morning. He didn't want her to see how her perusal had affected him; he tried to think of anything but draping Hermione over the table, and shagging her senseless. He cursed his stupid hormones and his idiot of a brother for locking them in here. He hope to God they were let out soon. He bit his tongue hard, as he felt her fingers float teasingly over his leg just above his knee. He winched as his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. Ok, she was trying to kill him, that had to be it. There was no other reason why Hermione Granger, at this moment in time, was stroking his leg, and getting slowly higher and higher. If she didn't stop soon, he was going to do something really drastic like. like. Oh God, he thought as his mind went blank; he reached down and grabbed her hand.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked, with a strangled voice, as he tried to control his breathing and his body's reaction to her touch.
Hermione pulled her hand out of his, and traced the pattern on the bottom of her shirt and frowned slightly "I... I. don't know, George. I was just thinking about how different you and Fred are, and. and I just. just," she faltered at the last bit, not sure what to say to him. She looked up at him from under her lashes, and gnawed at her bottom lip.
George groaned deep in his throat, as he watched her do this. He wondered what her lips would feel like against his. How she would taste. Would she be sweet and innocent, tart and exotic, or a mixture of the two? All his body and heart could think about was finding out for itself. He balled his hands into fist at his side and dug his nails into his palms, no girl wanted a guy forcing themselves on him and that's what it would be. She wants Fred, not you, he repeated to himself over and over again. Trying to get his rebellious heart to understand and believe it.
Hermione reached out and took his hand in her smaller one. Uncurling his fingers and lifting his hand up, she placed a single kiss on each of the nail marks there. Ignoring the thoughts rushing through her head, she went with her heart and instincts, and tended to his wounds. Placing that hand down in her lap, she repeated the same treatment to his other hand. She raised her eyes to his, as she placed his other palm down. Whimpering slightly as she saw the open lust, want and love shining in her eyes, never before had she seen those sorts of emotions in a boy's eyes directed at her. But no, he wasn't a boy, he was man in all of the most important ways, and he would never be interested in her.
In that exact second all thoughts of her feelings for Fred, how Jennifer would feel, and what Ron would think, fled her brain. All she could think of was how much she wanted him to touch his lips to hers, move those hands over her body, caressing places no one had ever touched, and love her like she has never been loved before.
George growled as he saw all her thoughts flittering in her eyes, and in one move he tossed out all his objections, thoughts and doubt as he swooped down and kissed her hard.
Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck without her even knowing it, and she moaned as he ran his hand down her spine. Quickly taking advantage of this, George swept his tongue into her mouth tasting and touching everywhere. Somehow Hermione ended up on his lap, driving George to distraction with her wriggling about. Breaking off the kiss, he kissed and nipped his way down her neck, smiling wolfishly as she whimpered and arched her neck in plea for his touch.
One of her hands wound its way into his hair, trying in vain to bring his mouth back up to hers. The other moved down to his stomach, pushing his shirt up slightly so she could feel bare skin. George groaned against her neck, bringing his hand up her stomach. Slowly, he cupped her breast, and smiled in satisfaction as she moaned at his touch. Hermione closed her eyes and whimpered; she wanted more.
"George!" she said, with a moan as he nipped at her earlobe gently with his teeth. George's heart beat wildly as she heard her moaning his name; his name, not Fred's, but his name.
Just then his eyes flew open, Oh God, Fred! He moved his hands from her breast and shakily lifted his head. Placing his arms around her waist, he lifted her off his lap and sat her down beside him. Hermione eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him in confusion
"George?" she asked quietly. George turned to her and almost groaned at the picture she made. Her hair was wild and mussed up, her lips bruised and her neck covered in small bites. All and all, she painted a picture of a girl who had been truly ravished. He swallowed and stood up, making sure his shirt covered his discomfort as he moved away from the seat, and the temptation that was Hermione.
Running his hands through his hair, he tried not to think how her hands had been doing the same thing only moments before, or how her body fit so perfectly to his. Shaking his head at his stupidity; thoughts like that would only torture himself. He laughed bitterly as if he wasn't doing that already. She wasn't thinking of him when she was kissing him, she was thinking of Fred. He froze, she had said his name not his twin's, but his. Maybe, just maybe, she did realise it was him that she had been kissing.
Quietly Hermione stood up and walked up behind him. Biting her lip in thought, she finally laid a hand on his shoulder. Stifling a cry as he flinched at his touch, she tried to figure out what she was doing. Why had she touched him? Why had she kissed him? These where questions she didn't have the answers to, especially since she thought she in love with Fred. What she did know was that when George had kissed her and touched her, she had felt move alive than she had ever had in her whole entire life.
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - The plan has been put into action, they are in close contact and hormones are going crazy!!
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George smiled and edged towards the door slowly. "Erm, Jennifer was looking for you, so I'll let her know that I found you," he told her, as he turned the door handle and tried to open the door.
Hermione wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "Jennifer knew I was here. I told her where I was going." George looked at her and swore; she knew! She had set him up, and now the door wasn't opening.
Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the door. "Alohomora," he said forcefully. Trying the door again, he swore loudly.
"George, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, worriedly. George looked at his feet, and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"The doors. are locked. They locked us in!" he told her quietly. Hermione closed her books, and looked back at him
"Who locked us in? George, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked him, getting more confused
He avoided her eyes, and walked over to the small window, and looked out. If he told her the truth then he would ruin the friendship they had, and he couldn't lose that. He sighed and sat down on the small window seat. Hermione walked over and pushed him over slightly, so she could sit beside him.
She looked at him and smiled, as a shaft of sunlight hit his hair making it look like a fire, all red and gold-- Gryffindor colours. She titled her head and looked at him, really looked at him. It was amazing he was so familiar to Fred, but so different. She could sit and talk to George about things she would never even imagine telling Fred. She reached up, and pushed a strand of his hair out of his face, starling him.
She smiled at him and went back to her perusal of him. George watched her from under his lashes not wanting to scare her. He watched as she moved her hand from his hair down to his cheek, skimming her fingers over the sprinkling of freckles over his nose. Then across his eyebrows and down the centre of his nose. He sucked in a harsh breath, as her thumb ran over his bottom lip, and he nearly groaned when it moved along his jaw.
Hermione moved her hand over his face taking in ever little detail as if seeing him for the first time. His clear blue eyes shining out from beneath nearly transparent eyelashes. His straight Roman nose looking like it had popped straight out of a book on Roman history. His lips were forming the cheeky grin that she knew so well. With his bottom lip just a little bit fuller than his top; this on most guys would have looked too feminine, but on him just added to his looks. The small moon shaped scar on his chin that he had got when he tripped over a gnome, and landed on a rock.
She let her eyes drift down taking in his toned arms that were testimony of too many hours of Quidditch practice. The large callous hands that seemed to dwarf her much smaller ones; it looked so strange next to hers. His brown and tanned, while hers was still pale, almost a milky white. She raised her eyes slightly to take in his broad shoulders that seemed to be calling to her. All she wanted to do was lay her head on one of them. Let him shoulder all her troubles and protect her from the world. She shifted slightly nudging his legs with her foot, which brought her attention to them. They were so long and attached to a very nice firm bum, if she did say so herself. She blushed slightly as thought went through her mind, she was so glad he didn't know what she was thinking. He would probably be really embarrassed, and would avoid her for ages and ages.
George gritted his teeth as he felt Hermione's eyes rove over his body. He pushed down the urge to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He thanked whatever god was paying attention that he wore quite a long shirt this morning. He didn't want her to see how her perusal had affected him; he tried to think of anything but draping Hermione over the table, and shagging her senseless. He cursed his stupid hormones and his idiot of a brother for locking them in here. He hope to God they were let out soon. He bit his tongue hard, as he felt her fingers float teasingly over his leg just above his knee. He winched as his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. Ok, she was trying to kill him, that had to be it. There was no other reason why Hermione Granger, at this moment in time, was stroking his leg, and getting slowly higher and higher. If she didn't stop soon, he was going to do something really drastic like. like. Oh God, he thought as his mind went blank; he reached down and grabbed her hand.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked, with a strangled voice, as he tried to control his breathing and his body's reaction to her touch.
Hermione pulled her hand out of his, and traced the pattern on the bottom of her shirt and frowned slightly "I... I. don't know, George. I was just thinking about how different you and Fred are, and. and I just. just," she faltered at the last bit, not sure what to say to him. She looked up at him from under her lashes, and gnawed at her bottom lip.
George groaned deep in his throat, as he watched her do this. He wondered what her lips would feel like against his. How she would taste. Would she be sweet and innocent, tart and exotic, or a mixture of the two? All his body and heart could think about was finding out for itself. He balled his hands into fist at his side and dug his nails into his palms, no girl wanted a guy forcing themselves on him and that's what it would be. She wants Fred, not you, he repeated to himself over and over again. Trying to get his rebellious heart to understand and believe it.
Hermione reached out and took his hand in her smaller one. Uncurling his fingers and lifting his hand up, she placed a single kiss on each of the nail marks there. Ignoring the thoughts rushing through her head, she went with her heart and instincts, and tended to his wounds. Placing that hand down in her lap, she repeated the same treatment to his other hand. She raised her eyes to his, as she placed his other palm down. Whimpering slightly as she saw the open lust, want and love shining in her eyes, never before had she seen those sorts of emotions in a boy's eyes directed at her. But no, he wasn't a boy, he was man in all of the most important ways, and he would never be interested in her.
In that exact second all thoughts of her feelings for Fred, how Jennifer would feel, and what Ron would think, fled her brain. All she could think of was how much she wanted him to touch his lips to hers, move those hands over her body, caressing places no one had ever touched, and love her like she has never been loved before.
George growled as he saw all her thoughts flittering in her eyes, and in one move he tossed out all his objections, thoughts and doubt as he swooped down and kissed her hard.
Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck without her even knowing it, and she moaned as he ran his hand down her spine. Quickly taking advantage of this, George swept his tongue into her mouth tasting and touching everywhere. Somehow Hermione ended up on his lap, driving George to distraction with her wriggling about. Breaking off the kiss, he kissed and nipped his way down her neck, smiling wolfishly as she whimpered and arched her neck in plea for his touch.
One of her hands wound its way into his hair, trying in vain to bring his mouth back up to hers. The other moved down to his stomach, pushing his shirt up slightly so she could feel bare skin. George groaned against her neck, bringing his hand up her stomach. Slowly, he cupped her breast, and smiled in satisfaction as she moaned at his touch. Hermione closed her eyes and whimpered; she wanted more.
"George!" she said, with a moan as he nipped at her earlobe gently with his teeth. George's heart beat wildly as she heard her moaning his name; his name, not Fred's, but his name.
Just then his eyes flew open, Oh God, Fred! He moved his hands from her breast and shakily lifted his head. Placing his arms around her waist, he lifted her off his lap and sat her down beside him. Hermione eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him in confusion
"George?" she asked quietly. George turned to her and almost groaned at the picture she made. Her hair was wild and mussed up, her lips bruised and her neck covered in small bites. All and all, she painted a picture of a girl who had been truly ravished. He swallowed and stood up, making sure his shirt covered his discomfort as he moved away from the seat, and the temptation that was Hermione.
Running his hands through his hair, he tried not to think how her hands had been doing the same thing only moments before, or how her body fit so perfectly to his. Shaking his head at his stupidity; thoughts like that would only torture himself. He laughed bitterly as if he wasn't doing that already. She wasn't thinking of him when she was kissing him, she was thinking of Fred. He froze, she had said his name not his twin's, but his. Maybe, just maybe, she did realise it was him that she had been kissing.
Quietly Hermione stood up and walked up behind him. Biting her lip in thought, she finally laid a hand on his shoulder. Stifling a cry as he flinched at his touch, she tried to figure out what she was doing. Why had she touched him? Why had she kissed him? These where questions she didn't have the answers to, especially since she thought she in love with Fred. What she did know was that when George had kissed her and touched her, she had felt move alive than she had ever had in her whole entire life.