A/N: Hello again! Another chapter for you all. This one is a hard M though, so consider yourself warned. If that's not your thing, you can skip this chapter without missing out on any real plot development.

If you're here for the smut, however, proceed and enjoy!


Alicia awoke so early that the morning light was still dusky and tepid. Finally. She'd actually managed to wake up before the sun had fully risen. The last two times she'd stayed at George's place, she'd woken up just after sunrise, as was her unbreakable habit. She'd even contemplated setting an alarm just so that she could be up early enough this time. In the end, she hadn't wanted to risk waking George.

Somehow, her internal body clock had woken her at the right moment anyway. She blinked and rubbed at her eyes. George was lying on his stomach, breathing evenly and deeply. One of his feet was tangled up with hers and his arm was strewn across her ribcage. He always slept like that – unencumbered and spread out like a starfish. Alicia had a tendency to curl up into a ball when she slept so she didn't need a lot of space in bed anyway. Their compatibility was sometimes eerie like that.

Alicia gently moved his arm off her and extricated her legs. George grunted and shifted a little but didn't wake up. She sat up and stared at him for a moment. He really was gorgeous. His face was serene and relaxed in sleep and it made him look younger. At that moment, he could have been the boy she'd fallen for all those years ago. Except for the muscles. Those were new and lovely.

She was so tempted to run her fingers down his back and let them slide beneath the sheet that was bunched at his waist. But she was on a deadline. She settled for brushing his hair back off his face and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. Silently and carefully, she slid out of bed.

George had taken her to a fancy restaurant in London the night before. She'd worn a beautiful teal coloured dress she'd borrowed from Katie. It was a lovely dress, but a bit extravagant to wear first thing in the morning. That left her completely naked and shivering slightly in the middle of the room. She was going to have to start keeping some spare clothes at George's place.

Wow. What a thought that was. Having a drawer of her own at his house would have seemed like a ridiculous idea only a month ago. Now they were at this point. He hadn't stayed at her flat yet because she wasn't quite comfortable with that, but so far she'd spent the night at his house whenever Jake was with Chris. It was all happening a little fast and it was all still a little intense.

But somehow perfect and unbelievably sublime at the same time. She didn't want to slow down. She didn't want to pump the brakes. She wanted to throw herself headlong into this relationship so that's what she was doing. George was eagerly meeting her halfway, thank Merlin. She didn't think she had it in her to pursue him and coax him along anymore.

Alicia wrapped her arms around herself and went over to the chest of drawers across the room. She opened and closed each one till she found a selection of jumpers. She grabbed the plain black hooded one on top and slipped it over her head. It was long enough to reach past her bum, but she thought she should find a pair of shorts anyway. She didn't remember seeing any in the drawers though, so she'd have to go back through them all.

If she kept faffing around she'd miss the show entirely. She huffed out an impatient breath and left the bedroom wearing only the snuggly jumper. She spotted her discarded knickers by the front door. Her mind was flooded with memories of last night, when George had dropped to his knees the second they'd walked through the door. He truly did have a fondness for oral sex, which was really just extra icing on the ridiculously perfect cake at this point.

Well, her underwear would be better than nothing, she figured. She pulled them on quickly and made her way to the backdoor. It might be mid-summer but they were still in the Scottish Highlands; the chill in the air was bracing. Alicia flipped the hood up and settled herself on one of the chairs George kept on his back veranda. His house was perfectly positioned right on the outer edge of the village. She tucked her knees up under her chin and stretched the jumper out over her bare legs.

Perfect timing. The sun was just emerging from behind the mountains. A warm orange glow was spilling down into the valley below. It was as breathtaking as she remembered it. In fact, it was even better to watch up close.

Every inch of her was relaxed and happy at that moment. The list of crap she needed to sort out in her life was slowly but surely shrinking. She didn't quite know how to quantify her relationship with Chris yet, but the animosity was gone now at least. Things had fallen into place with George better than she could ever have hoped. She'd wasted a lot of time and energy on both men lately but she felt like she had it sorted out finally.

Now to find a job. Working with George had its benefits of course, but she was beginning to think she was being more of a hindrance than a help in the shop. The last thing she wanted to do was overstay her welcome and deprive the business of money making opportunities because she lacked the patience, charm and charisma needed to sell stuff to people.

There'd doubtless be more than a few suitable vacancies at the Ministry. It shouldn't be too hard to get something. It'd mean spending less time with George, but maybe that was for the best. The last thing she wanted was for him to get sick of her already.

Although that certainly wasn't looking likely at the moment. He wanted to spend every spare second with her. Alicia found herself wanting to do the same. Admittedly, there was a lot of sex happening still. Frantic, passionate sex that was pretty normal at the beginning of a relationship. She couldn't exactly complain about being deprived with previous partners – Chris, for all his faults, had never been selfish in that regard – but George was on another level. At the moment he was behaving as if his sole purpose in life was to keep her in steady supply of orgasms, which was perfectly fine with her.

It'd probably taper off soon, but that was okay. There had been enough real moments between them for her to be sure there was more to their relationship than just sex. Thinking about their future made her body tingle with excitement and she'd never had that. She'd never been able to look forward to something, to count on anything good being ahead of her in life.

The sun was clearing the mountain tops now and bathing the wild flowers on the village outskirts in a muted glow. Alicia got to her feet and went to lean against the veranda railing. It was so picturesque. If only she could bring her camera, but it wouldn't work thanks to the protective magic surrounding Hogsmeade and the school beyond. She was okay at drawing, though capturing the perfection of a Scottish sunrise felt like a tall order.

As she contemplated whether she should even try sketching the scene in front of her, she heard footsteps coming around the side of the house. Before she could turn and duck back inside, Mrs Krenshaw stepped into view. She was off on an early morning ramble, judging by her hiking attire and the large stick she was carrying.

"Morning," Alicia called out cheerfully.

Mrs Krenshaw stopped dead in her tracks and peered up at her. She scowled, her eyes narrowing in clear distaste. Then her eyes slid down to Alicia's bare legs and she gasped audibly.

"Oh crap," Alicia muttered, tugging uselessly at the hem of the jumper. "It's not what it looks like, I promise."

"Awful," Mrs Krenshaw whimpered. "What is the world coming to? Simply awful."

"I swear I have underwear on!"

The old witch averted her eyes skyward and tsked her disapproval before hurrying away. "I'm not a slag," Alicia called after her plaintively.

Piss and shit. She was definitely going to have to learn how to make pumpkin pasties now.

That was probably a sign that she ought to go back inside and make herself a cup of coffee.

"Leesh? Who were you talking to?"

She turned to find George opening the backdoor and blinking rapidly in the light. He'd put on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers and he looked deliciously sleep tousled. His hair was askew and his eyes were still heavy and drowsy.

"It was your other girlfriend," Alicia said softly as he joined her on the veranda. She nodded towards Mrs Krenshaw's retreating form. "I think my lack of clothing almost gave her a heart attack."

George yawned and waved her comment away. "She'll live. What are you even doing out here at fuck-all o'clock?"

"I wanted to see the sun come up from behind the mountains." Alicia turned back around to get one last look at the brilliant spectacle.

George came up behind her and grasped the railing on either side of her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and said, "It's very fetching. I've lived here for a year and I've never woken up early enough to watch the sunrise. Then again, I'm a normal person and normal people have the sense to sleep through sunrises."

"I'm a normal person," Alicia said crisply, throwing her elbow back and catching him in the ribs. "I sometimes woke up early enough to watch it back at school. I could see the sunrise from behind the mountain range all the way from Gryffindor Tower. I just wanted a chance to see it up close, I suppose."

George yawned loudly in her ear and wrapped his arms around her middle. "But we had this discussion already. You know I don't like waking up alone."

"I'm sorry. You were sound asleep when I got up so I thought I'd have time to come outside. I promise I was about to go make myself a coffee then bring it back to bed so I could be there when you woke up."

The first couple of times she'd slept over, George had lamented the fact that she'd woken up before him and left the bed to go sit out in the living room. He had said he'd wanted to roll over and find her warm, naked body beside him.

"Well, if you're done being all sentimental, can we go back to bed now?"

"I wish, but I can't go back to sleep once I'm fully awake."

"Who said anything about sleeping?"

George grabbed her hand and dragged her back into the house. Alicia giggled as she stumbled along behind him, shedding her knickers once again as she went. In the bedroom, she helped George throw off his boxers and shirt then she shoved him backwards onto the bed.

"I'm sorry you had to come outside and get me," she said as she crawled over him then settled astride his hips.

"I thought we had an understanding, then you go and break my trust like that," George replied, affecting a disapproving tone. "I think you ought to make it up to me now."

"I suppose it's the least I can do," Alicia agreed. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself along the length of his rapidly hardening cock.

"Fuck. How are you so wet already?"

Alicia shrugged and repeated the move, this time with George thrusting up from below as well. "I may have taken a moment to stop and stare at you before I got out of bed."

"Perve."

"You love it."

George groaned and clutched her hips tightly, grinding himself against her clit. The friction made Alicia moan and arch her back. She pulled the jumper off and, predictably, George's hands went straight for her breasts, leaving her free to shift back slightly and grab hold of his cock.

"I'll never abandon you to watch another sunrise," she promised. She lined herself up and sank down on him slowly, inch by inch.

"Maybe we could do this next time while we both watch the sunrise."

"We'd definitely end up giving old lady Krenshaw a heart attack if we did that." Alicia sighed happily once she'd taken his entire length. She stayed still for a beat, savouring the delicious stretch and the feeling of being full and complete.

"She wouldn't know what we were doing," George continued. "It'd just look like you were sitting on my lap, but I'd really be buried deep inside you. God, you're so warm and tight, sweetheart. You gonna make it up to me by riding my cock now?"

"That's the plan."

Alicia leaned forward and planted her hands on his chest so she'd have a little leverage to move against him. Her hips began to rock in a slow, deep rhythm and she ducked her head to drag her lips along the morning stubble covering his cheek.

George hummed in approval and swept his thumbs over her nipples. "We can do this all day, you know. Nowhere to be, nothing important to do today. We can stay in bed just like this for hours. Sound good?"

Alicia's breath hitched as George bucked his hips beneath her. "That sounds fabulous. You feel so perfect inside me; I never want to leave this bed again."

"That's right. That's my girl."

When George's fingers left her nipples and dropped to caress her swollen clit, she increased her tempo till she was riding him in earnest. Her hips flashed and she arched her back again. She felt lithe and powerful and sexy. George was completely still beneath her now, content to just lie back and let his finger circle her clit idly.

Alicia felt her orgasm pulling at her abdomen and she let it build and blossom till the pull became too much to resist. "George," she moaned, grabbing hold of his wrist and rubbing her throbbing clit faster against his hand.

"Come for me," he coaxed. "Let me feel it."

Her pussy began to spasm immediately, clenching around the unyielding length inside of her. George swore and reached for her waist. He groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest, and Alicia knew him well enough by now to recognise he was about to come.

Alicia made a lazy figure-eight with her hips as her orgasm petered out. George thrust up into her once, twice then held her down at the same time so he could be buried in her as deep as possible when he came.

"Fucking brilliant," Alicia sighed as she fell forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder.

George swept her hair aside so he could kiss her on the cheek. "I'll let you go and watch all the sunrises you want if you always promise to come back inside and ride me like that."

"Deal," she agreed readily. "Were you serious about spending the whole day in bed?"

"Only if you want to as well."

Alicia pulled back and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I don't want to be anywhere else in the world," she assured him. "I'll just need to go clean up quickly, because gravity really isn't my friend right now. And I'll need to make myself a coffee of course. I'll be five minutes at most."

"I'll be waiting."

Alicia climbed off George and sauntered out into the living room. She retrieved her wand from the sofa and performed a quick cleaning charm on herself. No point showering already if there was a full day of debauchery still to come. She then eyed Katie's dress speculatively where it lay over the back of an armchair. Transfiguration had always been her worst subject at school, but what the hell. She pictured a bathrobe in her mind's eye then waved her wand over the dress. To her astonishment, the dress transformed into a robe. Okay, so it was more like an oversized satin kimono, but it was at least wearable.

Alicia slipped it on then went and tapped her wand against the kettle. The water began to boil instantly and she summoned herself a cup and the jar of coffee. She caught both items smoothly in her hands. She really was getting in touch with her magic more. It felt good to access it regularly even though she was still a little rusty with some things.

She had a handy teacher nearby though. George was brilliant at Charms and Transfiguration and he seemed to get a kick out of correcting her every once in a while. Alicia didn't even care; she could recognise he was better at magic. After all, he'd managed to conjure a corporeal patronus back in their DA lessons. All she'd produced was a puff of indistinct white smoke that dissipated after five seconds.

Things were different now. Alicia had a lot more happy memories she could access for the spell. Maybe it was worth giving it another shot, with George's expert guidance of course.

Alicia was tapping her wand against her chin and contemplating which memory to use when she heard familiar voices drifting in from the open kitchen window.

But it couldn't be. It was barely six o'clock.

She pulled her makeshift robe tighter around herself and headed out the front door. The voices got louder till five disgruntled, sleep deprived people came around the corner. Well, four disgruntled, sleep deprived people and Oliver Wood, who looked as chirpy as a sparrow.

Alicia shook her head at her team and couldn't help but laugh. She and Oliver were still the only morning people apparently. Angelina looked positively murderous and Katie was slumped against Fred, her eyes closed and her head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm supposed to be on summer break," she mumbled without opening her eyes. "No one wakes up before ten on summer break. I hate you, Oliver."

He ignored her and instead addressed Alicia. "Can you believe this lot still grumble like children when they get woken up?"

"That's nothing. You just wait till George finds out you're here."

Katie opened her eyes finally and gave a little shriek when she took in Alicia's appearance. "What have you done to my dress?" she demanded. "You nutter. You look like a forty-something divorcee who's currently shagging her way through the towel boys at a Mediterranean resort."

"It's called fashion," Alicia said crisply and swirled her robe flamboyantly.

"No time for that now," Oliver said sharply. "We've got lots of work to do and less than two weeks to get it done. We only have access to the school stadium for five hours today."

"Only?" Harry repeated, ruffling his hair absently and making it even messier than it already was.

"Yes. So go back inside and get changed and tell George to get his arse out of bed already."

"And don't even think about turning my dress into a tracksuit, because I will kill you," Katie added.

"Are you seriously outside again?" came George's voice from inside the house. "It's also been way more than five minutes. You're gonna owe me again. This time you can use your pretty little mouth-"

"Oi!" Alicia interrupted him sharply before he could finish that undoubtedly filthy sentence. She turned around and gave him a beatific smile. "We have visitors this morning."

"What? At this time of day?" George asked as he stumbled down the hallway, pulling on his boxers again.

"Yep. Guess who's back in town?" Alicia stepped out of the doorway so that George could get a look at the team. He stopped in his tracks and put his hands on his hips.

"Morning," Oliver said brightly.

"Ah, fuck."


A/N: Thanks for reading/following/reviewing. Next chapter shouldn't be too far away. Chapter after that will be the big match if all goes to plan.