Author's Note/ Disclaimer
Part Two! This one is why I have that M rating up there. Anyway, I own neither of them, but I would appreciate any reviews you leave!


"Never Ever" Part Two

Hermione could still feel the warmth in the back of her throat from the scotch, and she didn't like the way George was grinning at her at all.
"What kind of game?"

"You'll like it, I promise. It's called Never Ever Have I" He tipped a small amount of fire whiskey into each of their glasses and handed her one.
"Now, I'll say something like, never ever have I...read 'Hogwarts: A History' in it's entirety. And if you have done that, you have to take a shot." He motioned to her. "So go ahead."

"What?"

"Oh come on, I know you've read that whole book twice Granger. Take the shot."

She glared at him, but threw back her head and downed the shot. She handed him the glass and he grinned.

"Your turn." he told her, pouring her another.
"Right, never ever have I...accidentally set fire to myself."
"Ah, I see you've caught on."
"I'm a fast learner."

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An hour later they were both beginning to forget what they had and had not done.

"Right! So...okay! Never ever have I done 'the deed'" George waggled his eyebrows in what he thought was a suggestive manner. "in a public place."
"Liar!" Hermione shouted, nearly falling over as she leaned forward and pointed her finger accusingly. They were sitting on the floor now, legs crossed, barefoot, and the bottle of fire whiskey between them.

Hermione poured herself a shot and threw it back.

"You have not! Now who's lying?"
She giggled.
"I have so! At the library, with this new guy I was supposed to be training at the time."

George let out a loud, drunken laugh. "Wait! Wait! Lemme guess! Did you do it in...the restricted sex-tion?" he asked.
They both went into a fit of laughter.

Hermione was still trying to recover her breath when George declared it was now her turn.

"I haven't never ever..."
"Never ever have I!" he scolded.
"Right, never ever have I...kissed..." She pondered this for a moment, and then poking him in the chest affectionately, concluded with: "You!"

Something in the back of George's mind was telling him to "Stop! Now!". But he was drunk, and he'd never let those warnings stop him before had he? He wouldn't be George Weasley if he quit because something seemed wrong.

"Ya'know? Neither have I." he said, grinning at her.

She frowned. "Don't you look at me like that George Reginald Weasley."
"Like what Miss Granger? An' my middle names 'snot Reginald."
"Like, like a looking thing." She went to pour them both a shot, but nothing came out. She tossed the empty bottle onto the couch. "Blast."

He was still watching her when she looked back up.

"I thought I told you-" George grabbed the finger she was waggling at him accusingly and caught her by the wrist, pulling her towards him. "Oh..." was all she could manage.
"Told me what?" he asked, feeling a little dangerous "That you'd never kissed me before?"

George had a freckle right at the corner of his mouth that Hermione had never noticed before. She licked her lips.
"So do I have to take a shot after this then?" she asked, teasing.

"No," George murmured before kissing her, his mouth hot against hers and already open, tasting like firewhiskey that left traces on her lips. "No I think we can think of something else." he said, his voice low.

Hermione grabbed the front of his shirt in one hand and pulled him up. He grinned and kissed her again, harder this time, and wrapped an arm around her waist, letting it rest on the curve of her hip. She was pulling him backward, toward the hallway. And the bedroom.
She wondered why she'd never noticed certain things about George Weasley before. Like the way his hair curled around his ears and just brushed against his jaw line. Or how his eyelashes were a softer red and that his brown eyes had a little bit of green in them.

The back of her foot hit the wall and she stumbled. He chuckled and guided her around the corner, his hands on her hips, and pressed her back to the wall. His mouth hovered over her pulse, one hand sliding up the inside of her shirt, following the curve of her spine. And she thought that if this took one more second she was going to scream. And not for the proper reasons either.

But George knew. And pretty soon he was pulling his shirt over his head and Hermione was fumbling with his belt buckle. He had a vague idea that this wasn't going to make it to the bedroom. They were drunk, and a little sloppy, and neither of them could hold on any longer. But at least now he could say he'd had sex standing up in a hallway before.

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"Oh, god. I can't move. You're on top of me." Hermione opened her eyes and instantly regretted it. The sunlight was blinding.
"I'm sorry, is that a problem?" George lifted his head, which took a lot of effort on his body's part.
"Not unless you want me to throw up on you shortly." she told him, eyes still closed.

He rolled off the bed and she heard him close the blinds, and then he padded out into the hallway. She sat up, groaning as she did so, and opened her eyes again. Much better. Maybe she'd be alright after all.
George was banging around in the kitchen. She could here cupboards opening and closing and then running water. Moments later he came padding back into the bedroom, naked and holding a glass of water in one hand and aspirin in the other.

"This is your idea of showing a girl a good time then? Showing up unannounced and demanding alcohol, getting both of us wasted, and then offering water and aspirin the morning after?"

He handed her the glass of water and pills.
"Now I know that's just the hangover talking dear, sweet, Hermione. And you also forgot the part where I ripped your knickers off and shagged you rotten. But I am willing to forgive you..." he said with a smile.
"And I will tell you that when you have recovered, I fully intend on cooking a delightful, greasy breakfast for the two of us. And in the nude as well! That, my darling, is a bargain. Only the special girls get that." He gave her a horribly suggestive wink and she rolled her eyes.

"Well this recovery you speak of may take awhile." she said, taking the aspirin and sitting the glass on the table next to the bed.
George grinned and crawled back under the covers with her.
"I'm willing to wait."