A Bit More of Her

Of course he was frustrated. He had been dreaming of this girl for nearly four months. Each time he felt just a little closer to her, but when he reached out or tried to concentrate on her, to pull her essence into his realm of knowledge, she slipped away into the mist. He hated the time he spent searching, but threw himself into bed at night desperately seeking her. He worked, now aided by his younger brother, Ron, but it wasn't the same. He knew nothing would be the same unless he could get Fred back. Unless he could find her and save himself a lifetime of pain. And the promise of her touching him…kissing him, arousing all his senses and leaving him wanting more was at the forefront of his mind, of course.

George raked a hand through his disheveled ginger locks one evening as he waited on a customer behind the counter. He paused for a moment to greet Hermione as she entered and stopped. Her chocolate eyes beaming brightly at him from her smooth face. Those eyes were so familiar, he realized…and then he knew. She was the girl from his dreams, the one that could help him bring back his missing half. Thinking of her moaning beneath him at night, he blushed and looked back at the man with purple hair. He counted out the man's change and nearly jumped out of his skin when she appeared just beside him.

His trousers were tented almost painfully and he moved to hide behind the counter. "Hello, Granger," he said with a well practiced smile. "What brings you to my humble establishment on this fine day?"

"I was looking for Ron," she replied and his heart sank a bit. "He left his coat this morning and your mum asked me to bring it to him."

"How are you faring with the poor bugger?" he asked, hoping to seem nonchalant. She was of course expected to start dating Ron any day now.

"We're…having difficulties. He apparently doesn't appreciate my work ethic as much as he used to when it got him the grades. Expects me to become a younger version of your mum. No offense intended, but I will work for a living," she told him evenly. He could tell she was boiling under the surface about the situation, but she was surprisingly calm about it all.

"So the plan is a no go, eh? Knew Ickle Ronniekins wouldn't be able to handle you," George told her with a bit more confidence.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You're the fiery type," he said with a shrug. His eyes glinted however and he felt a spark when she met his gaze.

"I suppose you're right," she replied with a smile. "So is Ron here?"

"In the back helping Verity get the new products together," George replied, pointing off in the direction of the door marked 'Employees Only: All others will be blown to bits."

"Right. Thanks." She turned away and he was a bit disappointed. She disappeared behind the door and he let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. She was right in front of him for the longest time and he hadn't noticed it, he realized. The woman of his dreams, complete with an amazing body and lots of drive, was none other than Hermione Granger. He had to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him. Of course he had known her since childhood, but she had become quite a good looking young woman. The year she had spent off hunting Horcruxes with Harry and Ron had certainly done her good. Her body had filled out, curves tantalizing his mind and groin in ways that he could now palpably sense. Her hair had been tamed as well, and she had become a bit less forbidding. Of course it probably helped to lighten her up that she had been faced with death for the last eight years of her life.

George took note once again of the bulge in his pants that seemed to be quite persistent. He rolled his eyes and called Verity to the front before slipping off into his office. Hermione was still talking with Ron, but he ignored that and focused instead on her delicious looking eyes and the way her body swayed when she moved. He remembered how she felt around him in those dreams that were so vivid. He imagined her touching him as he wanked, and release was soon to come. She was gone when he returned to the front of the store, but Ron was fuming behind the counter.

"What's wrong?" George asked. "Granger tell you to piss off?"
"YES!" Ron roared. "She bloody well did. And I'm apparently supposed to take it like a man as well. She says we're 'incompatible' whatever the hell that means," he continued.

George felt a bit bad about the elation he experienced though his brother was displeased. Hermione had told him to sod off and now she was officially a free woman…not even a possible suitor that he could tell and he decided to pursue the avenue of romantic feelings with her starting immediately. He wanted her for her talent as well as her body, however, and vowed to describe his dreams to her and the feelings that accompanied them. With a smirk, George returned to his office where he put his plans into action for wooing the untamable Granger.