Burning for Her Kisses

Though George had thoroughly enjoyed teasing Hermione the previous night with a sexy kiss, his plan had backfired a bit. He was experiencing the same distress he had hoped to plant in her. He found that he needed to kiss her again, not exactly to make sure he liked it, but to see if she liked it as well. He had woken up with a throbbing erection that hadn't simply gone away in the shower and he had had to take care of it himself quickly before going down to the shop.

"So how was the date?" Verity wanted to know. She was always interested in the love lives of those around her, partially, George surmised, because she had a thing for Ron, but wasn't willing to make the first move. He smiled at her cheekily.

"Very good," he replied.

"You didn't shag her, did you?" Verity asked scandalously.

"Not on the first date!" Ron added from behind a shelf. He popped his tousled red head around a box of exploding hats to leer at his brother.

"No…she's a fine, upstanding girl," George told his employees.

"That you plan on ruining the first chance you get," Verity replied.

"Too right!"

"George, you can't shag my best friend!" Ron protested, still wrestling with some joke products.

"Says who?" he asked.

"Says me, that's who. She's been my best friend for ages and I won't see her sullied by your…unmentionables." Ron blushed, indicating his brother's crotch.

"You didn't even like her half the time you two were 'friends' in school," the owner of the joke shop pointed out.

"So. I like her now…and did then some as well. And you just can't shag her."

George rolled his eyes. "This is really interesting," Verity put in from behind the counter.

"Why? You enjoy Ronnie getting riled up over me taking his best friend into a dark closet and having my wicked way with her?" George asked. "You're a weirdo." He grinned at Verity.

"Nah. I like seeing grown men try to boss each other around," she replied with a wink. "Very masculine."

Ron snarled and made a rude gesture to her. "I'll tell her that's all you want her for," he threatened.

"You'll wake up with spiders all over you if you try that," George threatened.

"God I love men!" Verity exclaimed, breaking into giggles.

George spent the majority of the evening wondering what Hermione was doing. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted to see her and touch her. The more he thought about her the more he wanted to kiss her. And thoughts of kissing her lead him to think about those dreams that he kept having. He got lost in the dreams and found himself stroking his own member, picturing her hands around him, then her mouth, and finally her tight walls. He pumped furiously, desperate for release.

"Hermione!" he cried out as he came in spurts over his own callused hand. He sat in the aftermath thinking of the girl that had somehow encompassed his mind in thoughts of only her.

"Did you say something, George?" Verity asked, poking her head into his office.

"No," he said too quickly, hiding his exposed bits under the desk.

"I thought I heard Hermione name and just thought I'd say hello," the blonde witch said slyly. "If you need me, just let me know."

George waited until his employee was out of the room to clean himself up and return his still half hard cock to his pants once more. He sighed, it would be a long day until he could see her and touch her again. They hadn't even shared anything more than a chaste kiss and he was straining against his boxers in need of relief. He wondered what he would be like once she actually made love with him.

At the thought of her agreeing to make love with him, his cock sprang into action once more and George locked the door once more to give himself some relief.