Sunlight streamed in through the slit in her cream-colored curtain. She squinted and rolled over to escape the glaring light. Her side brushed a warm body and her eyes shot open. George lay on his side facing her, his mouth hung open. His heavy breathing bordered on light snoring. His legs were tangled in the sheet and his upper body bare for her to feast on.

Delicious, she thought. Absolutely delicious. With this being their second night together, she wondered if he was maybe he was more of a short fling kind of guy than one-night stands. Once he got tired of one girl he'd move on to the next one waiting in line. Or maybe he just liked her accent for the time being. Lord knew she liked his. And his noises. The way he had growled when he came the night before made her shiver. She couldn't think about last night without getting wet all over again.

Her fingers trailed down his chest and over his stomach, enjoying the feel of his soft skin. His pink nipples stood out against his pale chest. A thin line of ginger hair trailed from his belly button toward his manhood. His morning wood bulged beneath the sheet. She pulled the cloth down to trace a circle around his tip. Then she grabbed him and ran her hand down then back up her shaft. Her body warmed up, a tingle of desire shooting through her. His breathing quieted and when she glanced back at his face, she found him watching her.

She'd never had morning sex before, she realized. This could be the perfect time to try it out. A morning adventure.

"Is this my morning wakeup call?" His voice came out groggy. "I was hoping to wake up to French toast but this will do."

"I'm beginning to think you have a favorite breakfast food."

His mouth turned up in a tired smile. "Maybe."

She rolled him onto his back and climbed on top. The sheet wrapped around his legs kept them pinned. "I'll make you your French toast soon, but first I need to take care of something."

"I like where this is heading." His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her up higher until his hardness grazed her folds.

She ground down on him, his tip hitting her sensitive nub just right. A satisfied groan escaped her.

He brushed a hand up her side, stopping to cup a breast. "Can you touch yourself for me? I want to watch."

She bit her bottom lip. The purr in his voice made it impossible to deny him. She slid her hand down, his attention glued to it. She jerked forward when she circled her clit. Her eyes shut. If he looked disgusted, she didn't want to see it.

"Don't be shy. Open those pretty eyes for me." George's hands returned to her ass. "Watching your face makes me hot."

She obeyed, her body heating as their gazes connected. His lips part as he let out a low growl. Goose bumps erupted on her arms. Oh the things his noises did to her body. Liking the way he watched her, she ran a hand up her front, going as slow as she could manage. When she reached her breasts she tweaked her nipples, earning a breathy exhale from George.

"Mhmm, that's a good girl," he said in a husky voice that made her grind faster on him.

Unable to wait any longer, she shifted to guide him in. As he slid inside she moaned. He felt exquisite the way he filled her up. Perfect. She gave herself time to adjust to him before she began to move again, choosing a steady rhythm.

Her gaze fell to his parted lips. Before she had time to think about it her lips covered his. He returned the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip. Feeling the tension between her legs growing, she sped up her thrusts. She adjusted her angle until he rubbed her sweet spot just right. Her breathing came out in ragged pants as he continued to attack her mouth with his. A minute later her world exploded as pleasure rocketed through her veins. She collapsed against his chest.

George's grip on her ass tightened as he took over, driving up into her in an uneven, desperate rhythm. Half a minute later he shuddered. His eyes fell closed in bliss. She remained on top of him, her head on his shoulder. He loosely wrapped his arms around her.

"I'll take that over an alarm any day," he said.

"I agree." She let herself enjoy the heat of his body against hers. The way his arms felt encircled around her back. The spot was comfortable, safe.

His stomach growled, breaking the silence. "I think that's our sign that it's time for breakfast soon."

How could a man be so sexy and utterly adorable? The way he complimented her food was more fitting for a five star restaurant than a simple breakfast. With the gusto he put away several pieces of French toast with, she guessed he definitely had a favorite breakfast food.

"Idea," he proclaimed as he put his fork down. "Since you've been such a top-notch host, how about I let you have your end of the bet? Name a place and I'll take you today."

She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She didn't need time to consider. "Hogsmeade. Oliver used to talk about it all the time. And I want to go by train. I can't get enough of your trains."

"Done. Hogsmeade it is."

Two hours later, each of them freshly showered and dressed for the day, they climbed off the train and into Hogsmeade. She'd spent the whole ride glued to the window in wide-eyed excitement. George had relaxed with his hands behind his head and his legs stretched out. When the train stopped he had to dash after her before she could disappear off into the village without him. He caught up to her once she reached the platform and stopped to take the view in.

"Well?" she turned to face him.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

"Aren't you going to give me the grand tour? Otherwise what's the point of bringing a hot local along?"

He grinned and held his arm out to her. "Please allow me to giving you an exclusive tour." He cleared his throat and deepened his voice. "If you would please look around you'll see the Hogsmeade train platform. If you like to travel by train, this is the place to be."

"George!" She couldn't help the smile leaking into her voice.

He gave a laugh of delight. "Come on, I know a great candy shop." He headed for the village.

She gawked as they entered the village. "This place looks so…well English. It's cute. I bet it looks like a postcard at Christmas."

"It does. There's the shop up ahead."

Colorful displays of candies and chocolates lined the windows of the shop. Whimsical was the best way she could think to describe the shop. The inside was just as colorful and packed with displays from toffees, chocolates, gummies, and Bertie Bott's Beans. As soon as she spotted something she liked, something else caught her attention out of the corner of her eye until she no longer knew what she wanted most.

"Everything looks good." She stared at the display of fudge, the number of options dizzying. This place reminded her a bit of her favorite candy store form back home. They both smelled like vanilla and hot chocolate with a tang of mint hiding beneath. She used to visit the old shop with her friends all the time during their school days. And then they graduated and moved away leaving her to visit the store alone. A pang of homesickness shot through her and she squeezed her hands. Life had been simpler during her school days. Less lonely.

"Are you okay? You look like the fudge insulted you." George wandered over to her and peered into the case. "Do you need me to fight it for you? I'd be glad to eat as many pieces as it takes to teach it a lesson."

Her mouth twitched. "It's nothing. Just reminds me of a place back home and I guess I miss it more than I thought I would."

"Well wait until you try the candy. Nothing can compare with this place. Let's get one of their mystery boxes. It was always my go-to when I couldn't decide what I wanted and I always liked the variety." He headed for the cash register before she could stop him. Two minutes later he was back at her side with a bag in hand. "I got the large one. How about we crack it open later together?"

She let out a deep breath, urging the homesickness to leave her. "Sounds good to me. Where's our next stop Mister Tour Guide?"

He led her from store to store and past a little tea shop where it looked like Valentine's Day inside. If she remembered right, Oliver used to take his dates there. He always complained about the gaudy décor. He'd once written to her asking for advice on how to ask a girl out. He'd dated the girl for two years before she decided she wasn't much of a Quidditch fan. That alone was enough to end the relationship.

She turned her gaze from a little bookstore to the next building. "Oh! The Three Broomsticks! Let's go in and get a drink. Oliver used to talk up the butterbeers at this place." Oliver once promised to take her to it during her next visit. They hadn't gotten around to it yet and she'd been meaning to beg him to take her. George would do as a substitute. A sexy substitute.

George let out a hum when they entered. "Haven't been here since I graduated. Feels a bit strange to be back. I can't believe how long it's been either. Feels like it was only a year ago instead of several."

"Did you come here a lot in school?"

"Yeah, I used to hang out here all the time on weekends. Always made for great people watching. How bout you save us a table and I'll fetch the drinks?"

"Sure." She shoved several coins into his hand and closed his fingers over them. "For my half. If there's anything left put it toward the candy."

"Something tells me I shouldn't argue with you on this. It's probably that look you're giving me, like you're ready for a fight."

"You'd be right on not arguing. I'll be over there." She pointed toward the windows. They split ways and she nabbed the perfect seat in the corner. From her spot she could peer out the windows at the village or soak in the ambience of the room. As she stared out the window, she couldn't help but to think next time she moved, maybe she should consider Hogsmeade. She only went to her office once a week and the train ride would be manageable for that. Or if she was in a hurry she could fly. But if she moved here would it lose its charm as it became part of her hum-drum routine?

Someone approached the table and she glanced up expecting George. Instead a woman stood there, her arms crossed as she glared.

"I hope you aren't trying to date George Weasley. Such commitaphobes the Weasley twins," the woman said. "They never learned to grow up."

Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "I don't believe I asked for your opinion of my friend." She rested her arms on the table, doing her best to look non-mussed despite the way she wanted to reach out and claw at the woman.

The woman's nostrils flared. "Do yourself a favor and raise your standards."

"Leave us alone, Ang," George said as he approached. His face darkened as a scowl took over, chasing away his usual good nature.

"Whatever, as if I care about you two anymore." She stalked off, shoulders tense and fingers flexing like she wanted to punch something or someone.

"Sorry about that," George said as he set their drinks down. "She's Fred's ex, Angelina. Their breakup didn't go very amicably in case you didn't already guess." He stared at his drink, running a thumb over the glass in circles. "She was nice back in school, but something changed after graduation. She became more preoccupied with what others thought."

"I see why she's an ex. What a bitch." She pulled her drink closer. Asking about his womanizing was tempting, but probably not the best conversation material judging by his reaction to the ex. She preferred to imagine she had a chance with him and that she wasn't just his flavor of the month.

"You haven't asked about him yet. Fred, I mean."

She shrugged. "What's there to ask? I don't know him. I barely know you." She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You could be planning to murder me after all this for kicks. Maybe Miss Bitchy is in on it. She gets me to run off while you get drinks so you can chase after me without anyone seeing us leave together. Then when you're through with the murdery bits you two sell my body parts to some mad wizard's experiments."

The corners of his mouth quirked up, his sullenness beginning to lift. "It's a good plan. Can't say I expected you to figure it out. Not sure where that leaves us now though. Guess I'll have to murder you on the train."

"Ha! See, I knew it." She sipped at her drink. "Mmm. This is amazing." She took a long swig.

"Let's not forget the snacks." He pulled a large box out of the bag and opened it. "You can have first pick." He slid it toward her. "Beware there's multiple layers, so you might need to shuffle things around."

She stared into the box, surprised by how many goodies the shop had managed to fit inside. Not so much as a centimeter of space went unused. She decided to take a chance on a little circle of a chocolate with a circle indented on the top. She popped it into her mouth and bit into it. Orange cream filled her mouth and she swore she could smell the citrusy scent too. Once she swallowed it down she turned her attention back to George. "There is something I've been meaning to ask you."

"Yeah?" He watched her as he squirreled away a hard candy into the side of his cheek.

"You don't happen to have any embarrassing stories about Oliver from his school days, do you?"

The twinkle returned to his eyes. "Loads. A few times Fred and I caught him singing while he showered. Whenever we sang the songs back to him the next day he'd turn bright red. Apparently he didn't like others knowing about his guilty pleasure songs sung by the latest teenage pop star."

She covered her mouth after she took a sip of her drink and nearly spit it out to laugh.

"Did you know he likes to use his shampoo bottle as a microphone?"

She couldn't take it any longer. She forced her drink to go down she could laugh. Once she calmed down her hiccups started. "I never would have suspected such a thing from him. He's so serious all the time, especially when it comes to Quidditch."

Angelina walked past, moving so close her shirt brushed the edge of their table. She threw them one last glare. George's smile faded and his gaze returned to his drink.

"Don't let her get to you. Breakups are always rough no matter what. I mean part of the reason I moved was to escape my ex. Figured if I was going to move out, might as well take it as an opportunity to do something big."

He looked up from his drink. "And you chose England?"

"I figured why not? It'd been a few years since I got to see Oliver and my best friends had all moved away. I wanted a change of scenery and always wanted to see more of England. Perfect timing for my career too since my company merged with a British publishing house."

"You're an editor, right?"

"Yeah and Oliver mentioned you're a businessman. What kind of shop do you run?"

His smile reappeared. "Guess. I won't tell you until you guess right."

"Easy!" She slapped her hand down on the table. "You run a sex shop."

George cracked up.

She narrowed her eyes/ "I take it I'm wrong."

"Yes, but I'll take your guess as a compliment to my skills." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Then what is it?"

"You have to guess, remember?" He sipped at his drink, watching her over the rim.

"I don't know, but Oliver said it's in Diagon Alley. I can just come find it."

"Are you sure you're up for going shop to shop? Might take you a while. Although we're not goblins so I guess you can skip the bank."

"I'll find it eventually, even if it takes a few tries."

"If you aren't too busy turning over every last rock in Diagon Alley, are you going to Quidditch practice Tuesday night? Oliver invited us along. Said he's going to help you work up to playing with us."

"You two are coming?" Great, now she'd get to embarrass herself in front of Oliver and George.

"If you are going to practice at being a chaser you need more than Oliver to practice with. We were both hoping you'd show up with another dessert. Oliver said he'd tell you to bring one." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"He did mention I should bring something. Any requests?"

"Well it's been ages since I've had pumpkin or orange cookies."

"I'll see what I can do. Now do I get to pick another candy?"

"Have at it."

She wondered how Quidditch practice would go and if she'd be able to bear showing her face to him afterward. He'd offered to bring her today, so maybe she had hope of this being more than some sort of multi-night stand thing. She'd like that, she decided.

Her mind wandered back to Fred and her belly churned with unease. She had a feeling he was going to play protective brother over George. And the way he'd looked at her made her think of a wolf eyeing up its prey. As difficult as seducing George into staying could be, he might prove easier to tame than Fred. How could she woo George if his twin decided he didn't like her?