Chapter 3: The Place
Hermione snuck out of the room after donning her swim suit and clothes. I wonder why George would ask me to come out this late? Must be important. Hermione shrugged it off as she stepped out into the night, the full moon glowing it's pale glow, so white and mysterious. George was sitting on that swing, waiting for her.
"What's this about George?"
"I just thought we needed to talk."
"But we talk everyday." She had a weird amusement in her tone wondering if he was ok.
"Aye, but not alone, my siblings are always around. I wanted a chance to talk alone with you, get to know each other." He smiled an attractive smile that made Hermione's heart melt. She was putty in his hands, which enfolded around her's, leading her across the yard. Both were unaware of the amber eyes that watched them intently, scrutinizing their every move.
"George, how much father do we go?" Hermione asked, he had been leading her deep into the woods behind the Burrow, stopping in front of a weeping willow.
"You won't wanna break now, it's right through the leaves." He smiled and held them aside.
Hermione gasped at the sight before her. There was a spacious clearing, and a small lake. Above the lake was a six or seven foot cliff, a beautiful waterfall spilling over it. In the summer night, Hermione could see bunches of lightening bugs glowing.
"George... I ...It's ... beautiful... no...marvelous. I never knew this place existed." Hermione was in such awe of the beauty she never noticed George admiring her features. She removed her shirt and pants revealing a black bikini. George happened to notice a small, silver, rinestone encrusted heart hanging from a chain centered on the bottom peice. George followed, getting down to his swim shorts. The two slipped into the water unaware of the person watching them from a bush.
"George, why did you bring me here?"
"To get your advice."
"Hm?"
"Well, I told you about that girl."
"Aye." Hermione swam a little closer to him, her eyes shining.
"Well, how do I get her to notice me? She's a shy, reserved, moral, decent, loving, kind, beautiful, and I think she's in love with my brother Ron."
"Well, start doing nice things with her. Will you see her often?"
"No, she goes to school soon, she'll be finishing her last year in Hogwarts."
"Oh, well, just keep in contact with her. And tell her your feelings. Never hold them in. You'll never know if you don't ask."
"Aye. Well, it's getting late. I think I'll sleep here tonight."
"In the middle of the clearing?"
"Aye, I'll set an alarm and wake before the house does and get back to my room before mom knows I'm out. I do it nearly every night."
"Can I sleep out here too? I've never gone camping."
"Aye, here, lets dry off." The two got out of the water and George performed a drying spell and formed a tent. "Shall we?"
"We shall." She laughs and accepted his hand as he led her into the tent. She settled into a really big sleeping bag expanded for two people, George crawling in beside her.
"Hermione, I wanna ask you, how do you feel about me?"
"Hm?" She seemed taken aback.
"The girl, Mione, is you." George whispered it, afraid of rejection.
"Oh, George. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid of Ron, Harry, and your opinions. I don't want to be rejceted or hated. So, what do you say? Date me?"
Hermione snuggled into him, and kissed him softly. He took that as her afirmation and kissed her lustfully, his hands wrapping around her waist. Hermione snuggled into him, his breathing right on her neck. His lips gently, but very sensually, kissed and sucked her neck, a moan escaping her lips. It felt right to her.
The next night, Hermione and George arranged to sleep in the tent again. They had been getting close all day and Hermione was realizing what a great person he was. Everyone quickly figured it out and Ron got so angry he punched George and avoided Hermione.
"George, I'm sorry Ron hit you for this."
"It's ok. Really. I expected it."
"But it shouldn't have happened."
"It's alright, I'll be fine. It's not red anymore." He smiled to her. That damn smile. It makes me wanna jump and shag him right here. She laid down next to him, her face flushed from the previous thought of them shagging.
"Why the blush, Mione?" George had a twinkle in his eyes, and pulled her closer, causing the blush to deepen. "Ohhh... I see... so if I did this..." he placed his hand at her knees and ever so deathly slow, slid his hand up her thighs, stopping about 4 inches from the promise lands."I see... you want me."
"How can you make such a bold assumption with no proof?" Hermione asked.
"I have proof, your heating up down there and your eyes glaze over and your face has this beautiful blush across it." Hermione smiled and cuddled more to him, momentarily forgetting George's hand inbetween her thighs. He moved to pull his hand away when he found her already asleep. She grabbed his hand, placing it strategically over her vagina. First he was shocked and didn't know what to do, but he could already feel her juices on his fingers. It wouldn't hurt to play a little. He allowed her to move his hand around, as he rubbed and massaged her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure and soon she was so wet and he was hard. BAD GEORGE! THIS IS BAD! He pulled his hand away and shook Hermione awake.
"What is it, George?"
"Hermione, you were... you put my... you..."
"George... slow down, breathe deep... and... you... have an erection..." she trailed off as she felt it on her rear.
"That's what I'm trying to say, you placed my hand somewhere I know you don't want it yet."
"You were muttering in your sleep and all."
"I'm sorry, George." Hermione cuddled to him and the two fell into sleep, the two amber eyes still peircing into them, neither one knowing.
"Bye, Hermione!" Everyone called as her stuff was loaded on board.
"Bye, sweetie, be safe, owl me when you get there." George whispered in her ear. The couple shared a last kiss and hug then Hermione boarded the train as well.
"Bye everyone! I will see you all later." Hermione smiled and waved, and blew George a kiss before the train took off. She laughed as she noticed Fred mocking George for his new found nickname for her. Fred never lets it die. Ron didn't even come to say goodbye.
"Gonna miss your boyfriend, Mudblood? You finally get tired of Wonder Potty and Young Weasle so you date Twin Weasle?"
"Sod off, Ferret!" Hermione muttered maliciously, walking past him making a point to purposefully slam into him on her way past.
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A/N: Well? Good, bad? REVEIW! I wanted George and Hermione to have passionate sex, but I don't feel like dealing with an angsty sex ridden breakup like I'm suffering right now, it's too complicated to type. Anywho, enjoy the story
Teaser:
Chapter 4: Train Rides and Truth or Dare
She crawled over to Draco, a light blush across her face. Her lips brushing his ear, ever so lightly she whispered two simple words...
See ya then!
