I just wanted to give a little content warning, This chapter contains explicit sexual content, specifically oral sex. If that bothers you don't continue reading. Please enjoy the smut!

I don't own the characters or setting, they belong to JKR :)


Ginny was over the next day, bright and early, after hearing about the events from Harry who had been the one to take Ron from Fred. She was beyond angry, and needed to make sure Hermione was okay with her own eyes. Bursting into George's room, she stumbled to a stop. In their now single bed, Hermione and George laid, wrapped together in the sheets. Ginny sucked in a surprised breath and Hermione woke with a start. She locked eyes with Ginny and heat rose in her cheeks.

"Ginny, it's not what it looks like-" She was cut off by an arm dragging her back down into the bed. George mumbled in his sleep, pulling Hermione close. She smiled sweetly at the sleeping man, before shaking him awake. Ginny stood, eyes narrowed at the two of them. George slowly sat up rubbing his eyes, a soft smile on his lips until he noticed the third party in the room. He immediately jumped to his feet, arms crossed.

"Oi! What are you doing here?" He hissed, sending her a grumpy scowl. Ginny sent one right back to him.

"George, me and Hermione need to have a chat, should I silencio your ears? How does this work" She frowned and Hermione let out a small laugh.

"We've actually increased the distance, he can sit outside the door if you'd like" Hermione told Ginny and she nodded happily. George grumbled but did as he was told. Ginny cast a silencing charm on the room, and Hermione sat with her back pressed against the door, to stay close to the connection. Ginny sat in front of her, a sad look on her face.

"Mione, what happened, Ron and Fred showed up last night covered in blood, Harry had to practically knock him out again just to keep him in bed" She said after a moment. Hermione felt tears rise in her eyes.

"He came over, drunk out of his mind, he knocked George out, and then he came in while I was showering, he- he-" She couldn't finish but Ginny knew, just by the look on her friend's face, what she meant.

"That bloody git, I'll kill him!" She yelled, going to stand. Hermione quickly grabbed her hand.

"It's alright, I'm okay… George took care of me.." She whispered and Ginny's head snapped over to her again, surprise in her eyes. Then she smirked.

"George took care of you, did he? Well I suppose I'd need cuddles after something like that too" She teased and Hermione's cheeks turned bright red.

"It's not like that…" She tried but Ginny shook her head.

"I could tell something was going on, and then walking in this morning" She nodded, agreeing with herself as she spoke. Hermione let a small smile fill her face.

"We showered together after… He helped me wash my hair" She whispered, covering her face. It had been a long time since the two had gossiped over boys. Ginny let out a squeal, sliding closer to Hermione.

"What! No way, Hermione you dog" Hermione's face flushed, embarrassed. Hermione felt the magic in her fingertips, and realized that George was probably having a hard time in the hall. Before they got up, she whispered to Ginny.

"I think I really like him, Ginny, but how can I? With Ron acting the way he is… He likely doesn't feel the same way either" She trailed off and Ginny laughed, patting Hermione's head.

"He took a shower with you! He held you when you cried, hell he served you more food at dinner, I've never seen him do that before. Just give it some time" She said with a smile, then she released the silencing charm. The two girls exited the room and George leapt to his feet.

"Took you guys long enough" He grumbled, grabbing Hermione's hand. She blushed and caught Ginny's eye, who gave her a wink.

The three of them entered the kitchen and grabbed Fred, deciding to all head out to lunch together. Or breakfast, considering it was close to eleven in the morning. They wandered into a restaurant Hermione didn't catch the name of and sat in a booth. Hermione slid in and Ginny slid in beside her, the other two boys taking the bench across from them. George rested his arm on the table and Hermione placed hers next to his, their fingertips touching. She flashed him a small smile. Ginny began talking about Ron and what had been going on at the Burrow that they had missed. Hermione was focussing on the menu in front. They ordered, Hermione ordering pasta, and they fell into a content silence, sipping their drink and eating their food. Hermione felt the touch of magic in her fingers and her eyes raised to look at George across the table. He was laughing at something Fred had said. She felt a smile tug at her lips, he looked so handsome, and full of life. Fred spoke, catching her attention.

"So we're thinking of opening the shop soon. We will need to hire more hands, but for now it'll be the two, well three of us" Fred laughed, winking at Hermione over the table. She laughed.

"I suppose I could lend a hand, someone's got to make sure you don't blow yourselves up" She smirked and the twins laughed.

"We've been doing fine for-"

"This long, but thanks for the-"

"Confidence" They finished together and Hermione let out a laugh, it had been a while since she'd heard them do that. They finished their meals and chatted for another hour, and then they all stood to leave. Fred decided to head right to the shop, to continue to prepare for the opening and Ginny had to go back to the Burrow. George and Hermione stood outside in the street, waving their friends off before turning to face each other. George wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"What should we do now Granger?" He hummed, guiding her down the street. She laughed, having fun for the first time in a long time. Forgetting the war, Ron, everything. She was just a girl and he was just a boy. They spent the day walking and laughing and entering the few shops that had reopened. Hermione insisted on going into a bookstore, making George laugh. She dove through the shelves grabbing books and putting them back. Then, standing in front of the shelf closest to the back of the store, she froze. A yellow cover caught her attention. She sucked in a breath, a memory covering her vision.

She sat in the library of Hogwarts, surrounded by books. She was reading one with a familiar yellow cover. The words 'Dare Potestatema' at the top of the page.

She blinked, pulling the book from the shelf. Her hands grazed the cover and she smiled. This was it, the book that had started all this nonsense. In the middle of a nowhere shop on Diagon Alley. She felt a presence behind her and turned quickly, locking eyes with George. She raised the book, eyes wide, still in shock. He didn't understand, his face was twisted in confusion.

"George, this is it, this is the book" She smiled and his eyes widened.

"Granger you're bloody brilliant!" He said, and before she had a second to react he grabbed her face in his hands, and he kissed her. She gasped, but after a moment she let him, leaning in. Her heart pounded in her chest. They stepped apart, both flushed.

"Sorry, I was a little caught up in the moment there" George said, rubbing the back of his neck. Hermione smiled softly at him.

"It's alright" She said and his eyes widened. He took her hand, the magic surging intensely through them. She was almost sad to think that it would be over soon. They apparated home immediately, settling into the couch. Hermione summoned the notebook, and quickly flipped through the pages of the yellow book. On page fifty six, at the very top, read the familiar words.

"This is it," She whispered. He leaned in, and listened as she read the page aloud.

"Dare Potestatema, a binding spell used to give power. This spell is a highly advanced spell, not to be used lightly. The caster will need to be highly trained, and focussed to perform such dark magic. With the correct wand movement and phrasing, the spell transfers one's power to another source. This has to be done properly or else the effects will be irreversible. If the spell is done incorrectly the caster will be bonded to the recipient until the bond is broken through death. Creator of the spell, Charles Liposky, was bonded to a cat, for the remaining part of his life due to irreversible spell damage. However there is a potion that can lessen the effects. See bottom for ingredients'' Hermione finished, tears pricking her eyes. George huffed out a sigh.

"Wow, I don't know what to say" George trailed off, and a sob escaped Hermione's lips. George shifted to look at her.

"Oh George I'm sorry, I am so stupid, how could I be so daft, to use a spell I barely knew. Now we're going to be stuck like this forever" She stood up, pacing in front of the couch. George's magic was strong around her, his feelings suddenly intense.

"Hermione, it's alright-" He tried but she cut him off.

"It's not alright! You could have been free! I dragged you into this. Now you're stuck literally to me forever" She cried. He stood up and grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm okay with that, if you couldn't tell. Blimey Granger, how many times do I have to kiss you for you to understand how I feel. How many times do I have to beat up my brother for you to see" He smiled and she sniffled, looking up to meet his eyes. They were shining, swimming with emotion.

"One more time I think '' Hermione joked, wiping a tear from her eye. George let out a loud laugh before dipping down to kiss her, hard this time. She gasped and he pressed his tongue against her lips. She let him in and their tongues danced together. She weaved a hand through his hair, and he pulled her closer, hands on her waist. He backed her up until her back hit the couch, and she slid down. He hovered over her, breaking the kiss, puffing hot breath on her face. His eyes were dark and her stomach flopped again.

"I thought you were supposed to be the brainy one" He teased, and she snorted. She ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Tomorrow we can try to track down the ingredients? See how the potion does at lessening the effects?" Hermione smiled and George nodded, dipped down to give her a quick kiss.

They were laying in bed, facing each other, hands entwined between their heads. Hermione silently watched him sleep, eyes closed and breathing even. He looked so handsome. She could still remember the day she first felt her feelings for him blossom. It was the middle of the fourth year, and she had been sitting on the benches watching a Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch match. She had been there to watch Ron and Harry, but that day he had caught her eye. Someone had been knocked from their broom, and without thinking George had flown down to grab them mid air. Hermione could remember the pounding of her heart, and the swell of something deep in her stomach. He was always thinking about others. He had continued the match after, and Hermione had spent the rest of the time, eyes glued to him.

"You're going to burn a hole in my forehead" George whispered with a smirk and Hermione jumped, pulled out of the memory. She was glad it was dark, the blush hidden from his teasing eyes.

"George, I was wondering… well I was just curious if-" She stuttered, suddenly feeling shy. He chuckled.

"Spit it out Granger" She rolled her eyes.

"George, do you only like me because you're stuck with me? Like since the link happened?" She said, closing her eyes. She could feel her stomach twist in knots. She heard him suck in a breath, clearly he hadn't been expecting that.

"Oh, uh-" He started, but Hermione quickly cut him off.

"Sorry, sorry I shouldn't have asked" She whispered with a tight smile. She rolled onto her back, releasing his hand. The room was silent. After a moment George spoke.

"I woke up one night in fifth year, it was like three in the morning. I was planning on sneaking to the kitchen to get something to eat, but as I came down the stairs to the common room, I saw you. You were laying on the couch, surrounded by books, your essay was close to three feet long and I would bet you it was only supposed to be two feet. You looked so peaceful for once, I pulled a blanket over you and continued to the kitchen. I grabbed you a muffin and left it on the table by your head. I didn't know if you even ate it" He whispered into the darkness, his voice light.

"After that night I couldn't get you out of my head. And then you and Ron got closer and I knew I lost my chance. I didn't even get to say goodbye to you, when you fled the wedding. I had been kicking myself for not asking you to dance" He finished, his face red, and his eyes shining. Hermione was frozen, tears in her eyes. She remembered that morning clearly. The muffin, the blanket, she had just assumed it had been Ginny or Harry. She had secretly hoped it had been Ron, but it was never Ron. She didn't ever think George had thought about her, more than the girl who was friends with his brother. She sat up and climbed over to him, her face hovering over his.

"You thought about me that long ago?" She whispered, a small smile on her face. He gave her a shy smile, and before she could convince herself not to, she leaned down and kissed him. Her hands were on either side of his head, her body hovering over his. The kiss intensified, and his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She groaned, surprising both of them. He pushed his hands up her waist, sliding them under the hem of her shirt. Magic jumped from his fingers onto her skin and she let out a shuddering breath. She knew they should stop, but she didn't want to, she felt alive with him, and he had just admitted to returning her feelings.

"George" She whispered and he groaned into her mouth. He was panting, and she could feel him, pressed against her, separated only by their clothes.

"We should stop" He whispered, pulling back, his eyes sincere. She shook her head, tugging at his shirt.

"I don't want to" She slid his shirt over his head and her eyes took in his broad chest. Her words set something on fire within him. He grabbed her waist and flipped them around, until he was hovering over her. She gasped at the contact, and stared up into his eyes, breathing heavily. His eyes were dark with desire, and it made her ache with need. He tugged her shirt over her head, then her bra. She felt embarrassed by once again being naked in front of him. He groaned again, staring at her.

"Merlin you're gorgeous" He whispered, before dipping down and taking one of her breasts in his mouth. She gasped, arching up at the contact. She had never been touched like this before, and she felt like her head was about to explode.

"Fuck" She gasped out, and he released her, sliding further down. He grabbed the sleep shorts by the waist, and dragged them down and off, before glancing up and meeting her eyes. She let out a breath and gave him a shy smile, encouraging him further. He grinned and grabbed the waistband of her knickers, ripping them off. She gasped at the sudden chill that went down her spine. George's breath was warm against her skin, he was close, so close. Finally he leaned in, dragging his tongue down her skin, pulling a moan from deep in her chest. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes, the intensity something she'd never felt before. She whispered his name again, wrapping her fingers in his hair. He groaned against her, making her moan again. Faster, and faster, it was almost too much for her to bear. He stopped suddenly and she whined. He met her eyes, as he slowly slid one finger, then another into her. She sucked in a breath, pure pleasure filling her body. He smirked and lowered his lips back to the ball of nerves that sent shivers up her spine. He curled his fingers and she moaned his name.

"George please" She begged. He rocked back and forth, causing pleasure to erupt from everything inside her. He knew what he was doing, and she didn't know whether to be glad or bothered. She came, harder than she ever had before. He slid back on the bed, panting. She slumped down, shaking slightly, her eyes closed. His eyes were bright, and he had a lazy grin on his face. She felt shy, but pushed the feeling aside, determined to make sure she wasn't the only one getting to feel like she had. She sat up slowly, grabbing his arm and pushing him back against the headboard. His face twisted in confusion until she tugged his pants off. Her hands were on the waistband of his boxers when he stopped her.

"'Mione, you don't have to-" He whispered, a smile on his face, but she cut him off, determined.

"I want to" He hesitated, but she continued, pulling them down and off. His full length sprang up, and Hermione sucked in a breath. He was a lot larger than she would have guessed. She reached her hand out and lightly touched the tip. He hissed, eyes closing. She closed her hand around the length of it and he let out a deep moan. She hesitated.

"I've never- I don't really know what I'm doing" She whispered, suddenly shy. His eyes opened and he chuckled.

"Not much you can do wrong, don't worry" She felt reassured, and continued, sliding her hand up and down. He moaned her name out and she felt herself grow warm. It was very erotic, watching someone come apart at her hands. She increased her pace and his breathing became more intense. But she wanted to do more, make him feel even better. His eyes were closed, and he wasn't prepared for the feeling of her soft lips. His eyes shot open, his hands finding her hair as she slid him into her mouth.

"Fuck, shit Hermione" He hissed, his head hitting the back headboard. It took a minute to get used to, but she quickly got the hang of it. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands holding the extra length that wouldn't fit in her mouth. He was close, she could tell. Suddenly his hips jerked, and he came. She gagged, but managed to not make a mess. When she sat up, wiping her mouth, he was panting with a smile. She gave him a shy smile back.

"Blimey Hermione, you've never done that before? I wouldn't have guessed that" He chuckled and her face flushed bright red. She felt the cool air on her exposed breasts, and went to cover them with her arms, but he caught her hands.

"Don't cover up now" He wiggled his eyebrows and Hermione giggled. He dragged her into his arms and they slid down on the bed, pulling the covers up over them. Another line crossed, but both were happy about it. Hermione fell asleep, the smell of strawberries wrapped around her.