Experiencing Her Magic

George saw Hermione every day for a week and shared passionate kisses when the stars started dotting the sky. He reveled in being near her and it seemed that she was growing quite fond of him as well. He liked taking her out to dinner and walking with her around the land of his family home. She would take his hand in hers and lace her fingers through his as they chatted about things that had happened during the day. One evening, however, he had had a particularly bad day concerning his loss of Fred and decided to confide in her.

"Can I talk to you about something?" he asked, leading her off through the field toward the pond that he and his siblings had frequented as children and still visited now and again.

"Of course," she replied, her large eyes becoming as round as orbs. George smiled and led her down to the water, then sat down by the edge, dipping his bare feet into the cool liquid. Hermione followed suit and after a moment, George worked up the courage to look into her eyes again.

"I know it's fairly obvious that I miss Fred, but I don't really know what to do. I don't want to talk to my family as they're all grieving in their own way. Besides, they'd worry about me more than they do now. I think Ron only came to work with me because Mum pushed him to do it." The ginger haired man looked down at his feet in the water. "None of them understand, though. Fred and I were one unit…and now I feel like I'm only half here, you know."

Hermione swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that were threatening to escape over her lashes and down her cheeks. "Oh, George, I'm so sorry. I've been going on for the longest time about Ron being a prat and haven't thought about your loss…"

"I don't want you to feel like you should have…we've only just started going out," he said, noticing her tears.

"No, but I should have. You were a good friend. I haven't been very attentive…"

"You were off fighting Voldemort, for Merlin's sake! You've probably got some stuff to think about as well," he said. "And I really don't want to push you to tell me things you'd rather keep private, but if you want to talk I'm here. But I really just wanted to get the stupid feelings about being lonely off my chest."

"Please go on," she urged him, her brown eyes pleading like the saddest things he had ever seen."

"You're amazing, you know that?" he asked.

Hermione blushed. "I want to help you heal."

He grinned. "You're already doing that." He captured her lips in a gentle kiss and wound his arms around her waist. She leaned into him and George felt a sense of relief wash over him that he hadn't known he was holding in. Hermione melted into his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, as though she could make him feel better by simply being closer to him.

As they continued to kiss, George let his hands wander around over her back and sides, not quite ready to massage her breasts the way he desired to, as he didn't want to scare her away, but already painfully hard in his trousers. Hermione didn't notice apparently, however, as she kept her eyes closed and her hands tangled in his long ginger locks. They were both lost in feeling and jumped away from each other when someone cleared their voice directly behind them.

George looked up into the amused eyes of his older brother Bill. "Mum wanted me to inform you that we're eating in a few moments," he said, a hint of a laugh gracing his voice. "If you're not too busy to attend dinner, that is." Had George not wanted to keep attention away from his pants, he would have reached for his wand and hexed Bill soundly. Instead, however, he made a face at his older brother and stood, carefully covering the tell tale bulge.

Hermione followed the Weasley boys back to the Burrow, thinking about ways to help George cope with losing Fred and trying to keep the blush from lighting up her face like a Christmas tree. She caught George's eyes on the porch and returned his smile weakly as they entered the house, wondering who would be hearing about their heated snogging session by the pond. She didn't mind all that much, but really didn't want to end up hearing about how Ron didn't appreciate knowledge of his best friends 'sexcapades' as he called them, with his brother.

George squeezed Hermione's hand under the table before digging into the delicious dinner his mother had prepared which boosted her spirits exponentially. He shared a significant look with Bill when his mum asked whether or not he was seeing anyone, and answered that that was none of her business. Everyone at the table knew he fancied Hermione and that they were going out every night, but he really didn't want to give his mother the pleasure of making a big deal out of their relationship in front of the Order members who had come for dinner. He smiled sweetly at Hermione, however, when his mother was looking away.

The proprietor of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes found that he was growing more and more attracted to Hermione as the days went on and as he escorted her up to her room at nearly midnight after a swim in the pond one evening, he had to make one of the hardest decisions of his life. They had been seeing each other for a little over a month and he felt as though they were getting closer in mind and body. Hermione broke their kiss as he pressed her against the door to the room she was sharing with Ginny to look into his eyes.

"Would you like to come inside?" she asked seductively. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for George's response as his cock leapt into action. He was hard instantly and groaned against her throat.

"I would…but Ginny's sleeping inside, isn't she?"

"She's off with Luna tonight. They're making big plans for her bachelorette party," Hermione informed him. His breath hitched as he realized what she was suggesting and he fought with his brain very hard for several moments. In the end he decided that he wanted to do the proper thing with Hermione, and pulled away from her.

"It's a bit early…not to say that I don't want to...but I don't want you to feel like that's all I'm after," he said gently.

She nodded. "Alright." Her face was roughly the color of beets as she looked anywhere but his face.

"Perhaps in a few months," he suggested before catching her lips between his again. "I want you to feel comfortable."

"I do feel comfortable," she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck once more.

He smiled at her. "You're spectacular. But I am not ruining this," he told her with a sigh. "Damn my gentlemanliness!!! Hermione giggled, then kissed him before slipping into her room.

As George made his way up to his bedroom in the flat, he sighed. She was really interested in him, which elated him, but his erection was protesting his choice. "I'll just take care of you myself," he said, stripping off his pants and gripping his member.