Her Heart of Hearts

The beautiful body of the girl beneath him tempted him and he had to give in. George sprang into action, pumping inside of her, stretching her to the point of breaking with his enormous member. He knew she wanted him and that was enough to have him spilling himself into her hot cavern. He looked into her chocolate eyes and found comfort in the emotion he found there. Fred was returning to him…he felt it.

George opened his eyes slowly, hating that he had to leave the comfort of his bed and those delicious dreams about Granger to tend to his business. He knew somehow that things would go extraordinarily well for him, however, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He climbed out of bed a few moments later and made his way into the bathroom to have a shower. Perhaps finding out that his younger brother's best female friend was his dream girl was the best thing that had ever happened to him, he reasoned.

Verity and Ron were already opening the store when George arrived downstairs. "You're looking quite chipper," Verity said with a grin in her boss's direction. He smiled back.

"I've got a good feeling about today, Verity."

"What's got you so excited?" Ron wanted to know.

"I'm taking Hermione out to dinner tonight," George replied smoothly.

"What? You asked Hermione out?"

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked his younger brother.

"No…I just didn't see that coming."

"Good for you," Verity announced, sending a few boxes of U-No-Poo up onto the topmost shelf of the rack they were standing by. "Hermione needs a little spice in her life."

"And a good kick in the arse!" Ron added. "She thinks she'd make a good auror just because Harry and I have been talking about it for ages!"

"She'll probably be better than you, Ronnikins," George replied. "At least she can clean her own socks."

"Mum wants to do my laundry!" Ron roared after his brother. George ignored him and kept walking back to the love potion display.

"You think she'll kiss him on the first date?" Verity asked Ron teasingly.

"Shut up," Ron replied. He wasn't in nearly as good a mood as he had been in getting to work. He trudged along getting his things together to set up a new firework display that George had insisted on.

"What's wrong?" George asked Hermione over their dinner at the 'Magical Cuisine.' She hadn't been very talkative and he was beginning to wonder if she was interested in him at all. She looked up from her plate quickly and smiled.

"Nothing. I just like hearing you talk. I talk so much myself during the day that I'm afraid people get bored of what I'm going on about."

"Besides the spew talk, I don't actually mind listening to you go on and on," he teased. She swatted his hand and he brought her hand to his lips once more. "I had hoped that you would enjoy our dinner."

"I am enjoying it," she protested. "It's really lovely."

"Yes, dear Fred would have enjoyed this place quite a bit," George told her, nodding toward their busty waitress.

"Well the two of you always were magnets for the beautiful girls," she said with just a hint of sadness in her voice.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just never expected to be out with a Weasley twin…"

"Didn't think we'd ever calm down, eh?"

She giggled in a very un-Hermione-ish way. "No…and I still don't think you've calmed down a jot. Fred would be proud."

George sighed. "I'd give anything to bring him back."

Hermione nodded, understanding that he was suffering greatly from the loss of his other half. "Perhaps he would laugh me right out of the restaurant for agreeing to come here with you," she said with a smile.

"He would have been delighted that I had finally captured your interest!" George informed her. "We talked about seeing you let loose for ages!"

She blushed deeply. "Really? I suppose I really was a know-it-all."

"In a good way," he assured her. They were quiet for a bit while they ate, then George suddenly got an idea. "Do you want to skip dessert here and go back to the Burrow?" he asked her. "Mum's got an entire chocolate pie in the pantry for tomorrow night's dinner and it's got our names written all over it."

"Erm…I don't think your mum would particularly appreciate your humorous, albeit very naughty plans to ruin her dessert."

"She'll get over it," he urged. "It's just a bit of fun."

"And you'll have hell to pay come Sunday dinner," she replied with a wicked grin. "Let's do it."

"Are you only agreeing to this in hopes that I'll be reprimanded in front of my entire family?" he asked.

"Only partially," she replied. "Your mum really does make the best chocolate pie!"

After ravaging the delectable dessert his mother would surely berate him for ruining, he escorted Hermione up to her room. She and Harry had been staying at the Burrow since the final battle and he admitted that he liked it quite a bit that she was so accessible. "Goodnight…I had a good time."

"Me too," she admitted. "Do you want to do it again?"

"Definitely," he replied. He kissed her quickly, and then disappeared into thin air, leaving her wanting more. He smiled as he climbed into bed a while later, knowing that she was thinking about him.