Mature content ahead! Sex and language!
I don't own the characters or setting, they belong to jkr
George had bugged her for days leading up to the wedding to see the dress, but she held her ground, determined to make it a surprise. One of the nights had been a spontaneous game night, where Harry and George had berated the girls all night for hints about their dresses. Ron had not been invited. Hermione's heart ached at the thought of her best friend hating her. Of all the awful things he had said over the years, this was unforgivable. The night passed pleasantly and soon it was the night before the wedding. Everyone had agreed to sleep at the Burrow, so they could be up early to get it ready. Charlie and his fiance Margot were also staying at the Burrow, before they left for their honeymoon.
"Did you remember everything, love?" George asked as they organized his old room. Fred had decided to stay with Angelina, for reasons Hermione hadn't felt comfortable asking, so they got the twins room to themselves. George had taken to referring to Hermione by 'love' and she didn't mind at all, the constant reminder that he did love her made her heart sing.
"I think so, I'm so glad the potion you've been working on is complete. I'm itching to give it a go" Hermione said with a smile. George chuckled.
"I'd like to have the hospital or someone test it before trying it on you" He said seriously, and she nodded, with a blush on her face. Hermione moved her dress bag to hang by the window, and George scratched the back of his neck, shyly.
"Er, so I know you wanted it to be a surprise, but I thought that maybe as my own surprise, I'd get something to match with you" He said nervously, pulling out a tie that matched her dress perfectly. She smiled, stepping across the room to look at it.
"Oh George, how did you find out the colour? This is so thoughtful" She whispered, handing it back to him. He chuckled nervously.
"Well, I asked Ginny quite a few times, and then a couple days ago she finally caved. I think she thought it would make it more obvious when we tell the family" He chuckled and Hermione frowned.
"Are you sure we should tell them tomorrow? I don't want to ruin the wedding" She sighed, and George waved his hand in dismissal.
"We'll do it in the morning, before anything has really started" Hermione nodded at this, and then turned to continue pulling things out of her beaded bag. George rested back on the bed, watching Hermione flit around the room, amusement clear on his face.
"You know love, there is lot's of time to do that tomorrow" He teased and she huffed, turning to face him.
"For you maybe, I have to get myself ready, then help Margot, and help your mum prepare the food, I haven't a minute to spare" She rolled her eyes and he chuckled.
"I'm sure Gin will want help getting ready too, so add that to the list" George said and watched as Hermione nodded with despair. George got up, grabbing Hermione by the shoulder, pulling her close to him.
"Do you need something to take your mind off everything, darling?" He whispered, his eyes dark, a smirk planted on his face. Hermione's eyes widened in realization and heat flooded her face. Before she could answer him, footsteps echoed down the hallway. They froze and Hermione jumped away from him, her face staying bright red. Molly stepped into the open doorway and froze, suspicion clear on her face.
"Hermione I hope you're ready for- What is going on here?" She started to say, then froze at the look on their faces. She frowned, folding her arms in front of her. Hermione stuttered and George sighed, glancing at Hermione.
"We might as well tell her now, she'll find out tomorrow anyway" Hermione sucked in a breath, glancing at George desperately. She had no time to prepare, and Molly's opinion meant the world to her.
"Tell me what? Someone bloody spit it out" She said, her tone tense. George grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her close.
"Hermione is my girlfriend Mum, we've been together since pretty much the beginning of this link nonsense" George said, squeezing Hermione's hand reassuringly. Molly's face went blank, before turning to confusion.
"What? But what about Ron…" She said, trying to piece everything together. Hermione hesitated, and George answered again.
"Ron is a git who put Hermione into more than one unforgivable position. I know you don't know the whole story there either, but just trust that I will not forgive him for it, even if Hermione does. Mum I love Hermione, and with or without this link, I'd be with her" George said and Hermione felt herself tear up again. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they both waited for Molly to take it all in. She stood for a moment, looking unsure.
"Hermione, dear, is this how you feel too? You aren't harbouring feelings for Ron? I know many years you were" She asked Hermione with a serious look on her face. George made to intervene again, his face suddenly angry, but Hermione cut him off, with a small smile.
"Molly, I know how I used to feel for Ron, and I know it is hard to understand when you're only watching it happen, but what I felt for Ron before wasn't love, it was desperation, for a life I imagined I'd never get to have" Hermione started, a tear tracking down her face. Molly's face softened as she continued.
"But what I feel for George, it started years ago, it's hard to explain, but we fit together like puzzle pieces. We are matched intellectually, and he makes me laugh like no one else, and I trust him, more than I've trusted anyone before. I know I love him, and I know I've never felt like this before" She finished and Molly quickly wiped the tears from her eyes with a soft huff. She stepped into the room with open arms.
"Oh come here dear, you know that you would always be part of the family, but I am glad you found in George what you did, you both deserve happiness" She whispered, pulling Hermione into a soft hug. The room was filled with sniffles, and George chuckled from behind them.
"So I take it Ron knows? I haven't seen him much today" Molly said as they stepped away. Hermione looked uncomfortable again. She ran a hand through her hair nervously.
"I've tried to tell him a few times, and well he knows something is going on, but I don't think he knows how serious we are. I have a feeling he thinks George is doing all of this to mess with him" She grimaced. Molly nodded, understanding on her face.
"That sounds like how Ron would see it…" She trailed off and George spoke up after a moment.
"Ginny knows, and Fred, but we'll be telling the rest of the family tomorrow morning" Molly nodded at the statement, and turned to leave the room.
"Good, that'll get this cleared up. Well, goodnight, and I better not have to separate you two. No sex in this house-" George cut her off quickly, hands over his ears.
"Mum stop, please" Molly laughed and drifted up the stairs. George crossed the room, closing the door.
"Well that's sort of a relief" He said and Hermione nodded, sitting heavily on the bed.
"I'm glad she's not mad" She whispered and George scoffed.
"She loves you, more than she loves us sometimes" Hermione laughed with him, and they sat in silence for a moment. George's eyes wandered towards the dress bag again and Hermione rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Tomorrow George. Tonight we sleep" She chuckled and started to undress for bed. His eyes were glued to her as she slipped her pants off. She watched him intently as she slipped her shirt over her head. He crossed the room in two steps, resting his hands on her waist. His eyes were dark again.
"You drive me wild, darling" He whispered, leaving down to lay a trail of kisses along her throat. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a small sound escaped her hips. This encouraged him further, as his hands found their way to the back of her bra, quickly unhooking it. It slipped down her shoulders and hit the floor softly. He stepped back, trailing his fingers up her stomach, eyes locked on her chest.
"Merlin, I don't think I'll ever get used to how gorgeous you are" He whispered devilishly and Hermione felt her body flood with heat. His fingertips grazed her nipples and her back arched instantly, pleasure flashing through her like lightning.
"George… your mother said-" Hermione tried to step back with a smile, but the extra space gave George the room to dip his head down, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. A loud moan escaped her mouth and Hermione quickly raised her hand to stifle it. His hand traveled down past her belly button and she shuddered, making him smirk into her skin. His hand slipped between her knickers, and grazed her most sensitive spot, instantly making her knees buckle. He caught her, chuckling, before backing her up to his bed. Her eyes were wide with pleasure and excitement. The look in his eyes told her he didn't want to go slow tonight. Suddenly filled with confidence, Hermione grabbed his shorts, yanking them down to his ankles. She spun around, to be facing away from him, and tugged her knickers off. She bent forwards against the bed, turning to face him with an innocent look. His eyes met hers and she felt herself grow warm, the look in his eyes were dark and filled with desire.
"Fuck, Hermione" He rasped, stepping to press his length against her. She let out a soft moan. She gripped the sheets, preparing, but after a moment she turned her head back to him. He had his wand in his hand and he was muttering a handful of spells. Contraceptive, silencing, and one she knew locked the door. He winked at her before grabbing her hips, and slipping into her at full force. She yelled his name loudly, gripping the sheets. Pleasure shot through her body with every rock. This position seemed to make everything more intense, as he reached deeper and deeper inside her. He wasn't going slow, tonight was hard and fast, and Hermione loved it.
"Shit, you like it quick and dirty don't you darling" George whispered wolfishly across her back, and she nodded, moaning again. She finished quickly, as he hit a spot inside her that sent stars across her eyelids. He finished soon after, rocking her through hers. They fell onto the bed with smiles on their faces. George turned to face Hermione, his smile shy.
"I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you. Dancing, and laughing, being with family. Like the war never happened" He whispered, and Hermione nodded, reaching up to lay her hand on his cheek. He leaned into it.
"I can't wait to dance with you, you didn't get around to asking me at the last wedding" She teased and he chuckled.
"I didn't exactly have the opportunity, and Ron was glued to your side the whole night" He teased right back and it was her turn to laugh.
"Not this time, this time will be all about you and me. Well, and Charlie and Margot I suppose" She winked and George let out a loud laugh.
"Man Granger, you're funny. Harry and Ron must be thick to think otherwise" He said and she felt heat rise in her face, just like every other time he compliments her. They slipped under the covers completely naked, falling asleep with excitement in their hearts.
"Merlin, do you two ever stop shagging?" Hermione sat up in bed instantly, as the voice filled the room. George was quick to follow, a yelp escaping his lips.
"Ginny, bloody hell, what are you doing in here? Get out!" He demanded, as he quickly raised the blankets to cover Hermione's exposed chest. Ginny rolled her eyes, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.
"Please George, I've seen her tits before. Come on Hermione, everyone's already up! We have to help Margot get ready and then you need to help me with my hair!" Ginny said exasperated and George's jaw dropped. Hermione chuckled, a small blush lightening her face.
"Give me a minute Gin, I'll throw on some clothes and meet you in your room okay?" Ginny nodded begrudgingly, and fled the room. Once the door closed behind her, George spun to face Hermione.
"I'm not the first Weasley to see those then?" He asked, nodding at her breasts, his voice feigning betrayal. Hermione chuckled, planting a small kiss on his lips.
"Nope! Now, I've got to go, I'll see you a bit later alright? Oh let's take a quick potion just in case, yeah?" She said, pulling two out of her bag. They downed the drink, and Hermione threw on some baggy clothes, kissing him one last time before exiting the bedroom. George remained on the bed, a small smile filling his face and love filling his heart.
