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Chapter 11: Oh-So-Kissable Lips
Hermione put her head in her hands and gave a little shudder. What was she thinking actually kissing him? Kissing him! What a grand way to mess up everything good that had been happening in her life lately. Sugar came up and nuzzled her little pink nose against Hermione's arm. While Hermione should have seen this as a sweet little gesture, she was only reminded of George. George George George. George with those fantastic eyes, broad shoulders, and oh-so-kissable lips. Damn those kissable lips.
"Go away Sugar," Hermione muttered angrily.
George ran halfway down the hallway of Hermione's apartment building before stopping. He leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. What the hell was going on? He wondered. Why was she kissing him? And most important, why was he stopping her? George knew, of course, why he had stopped her. She was an emotional wreck and halfway drunk on Cosmos. He would have been a complete creep to go on kissing her in that state. What if she'd woken up the next day and thought he had taken advantage of her? Or worse, what if she woke up the next day and forgotten everything that happened while he flew through the day on cloud nine, thinking they were dating and in love? George groaned as he ran his hands through his auburn hair. He knew thatthey probably needed to have a serious talk in which he would have to tell Hermione his feelings for her, but at the moment, all he could think of were her sparkling eyes, his arms around her, and those soft rosy lips. Oh, those lips.
Hermione paced around her apartment anxiously. She very much wanted to stick her head in the fireplace and scream until Grace came to see what was going on. However, Hermione knew that Grace had romantic dinner plans with Max, and by this time (goodness gracious, is it 12:30 already?) she would be quite…occupied, to say the least. The heady, floating feeling Hermione had felt earlier as a result of the drinks had long since ceased, and she vowed never to touch alcohol again, seeing as how it obviously made her do crazy things. However, Hermione could not ignore the little voice in her head saying kissing George was not crazy at all, but a logical culmination of their increasingly romantic relationship. After all, he had given her a kitten. If a kitten didn't scream "I want you to have my children," she was not sure what did. Before she could have another thought about having George's babies, the door was flung wide open.
An embarrassed looking George stood there. Hermione's jaw dropped, wondering if she should try to apologize for her obscene behavior earlier. She didn't get a chance though because George had crossed her living room in two quick strides and swept her up in his arms. This time when their lips met, neither felt nervous, shy, or guilty about it.
"Hermione," George said, pulling apart from her, "I just, I, um," He stammered.
"I know George, I know. Me too," she said, hoping he was saying what she thought he was saying. George's mouth confirmed her suspicions as he caught her up in another kiss. He scooped her up and carried her to the couch, laying her down gently as he continued to explore her mouth with his.
A/N: Just so you know, this is not at all how I was going to do this chapter. I was just going to have George go home and mope to Fred and Hermione rush off and cry to Grace, but everyone seemed so dismayed that George had left her, that I just had to have him rush back in and make everything better. I hope you like how it ended up. Also, I know this is INCREDIBLY short, but I will hopefully be updating again soon. Also, no one really needs to know what happened after all that kissing. We'll all find out the morning after, I suppose. As always, please read and review. I adore all your notes! Thank you so much!