Catching Her in the Act

George was very pleased that Hermione had wanted him, but he had to wonder if he was a bit mad to turn her down such as he did. Of course he did respect her and he wanted things to go smoothly between them, but thinking about her body beneath his and seeing visions of ecstasy every night in his dreams was becoming hard to ignore. She was everything he needed in a woman and He wanted her. He woke up the next morning feeling even more sexually frustrated than usual with his large member standing at attention before he was even fully conscious.

The ginger haired man sighed deeply as he wrapped his hand around his straining cock. He thought of her as he stroked and started to feel the building of his orgasm. He was lost in the feeling, his head thrown back in euphoria when he felt a mouth suddenly on him. He couldn't believe his visions were so realistic and just let himself go with it as he was sucked hard and deep. When he came, semen shooting out of him in milky streams, he opened his eyes and was utterly shocked.

There was a blonde head between his legs, licking him clean. As he struggled to gain control of his body once more, he sat up, urging the blonde to sit up as well. Verity grinned at him, licking his fluids from her lips hungrily. "I know you think that Hermione is the only one that can help you," she said, before he could even open his mouth, "but I'm the one you're looking for."

He looked at her astonished. Her brown eyes were the exact same shade as Hermione's. her full lips seemed perfectly delectable as she continued to run her pink tongue over them and he felt an erection coming on with the possibility of finding the sex goddess that he had envisioned and dreamed about for so long. "V-Verity?" he asked shakily.

"Yes?"

"How did you get into my apartment?"

"You didn't lock up last night," she informed him, running her hands over his thighs distractingly. "You really should pay a bit more attention to the details, Georgie."

He took a deep breath. "How do you know that I need help?" he asked.

"Intuition. You miss your twin. You feel as though you've lost something. I've worked for you for the past three years. I can tell when something is bothering you."

For a moment, George was lost in the implications of Verity being the one who could save him, the one to bring Fred back, but he shook his head. "You know I'm in a relationship, how could you do this? You've put me in a very difficult situation."

Her eyes reflected the pain she was feeling at his words. "I know," she said with a sigh. "I just wanted to help you…to make you happy again."

"How were you planning on doing that?" George asked gently.

"I can bring him back," she replied simply, and his eyebrows were lost in his hairline.

"W-what?"

"I have a time turner. I can bring him back…save him. I can make you happy, George, if you'll only give me a chance."

His heart was beating very fast as he searched her face for the truth. Only hope and love met his gaze. "Verity…would you do that for me?" he asked.

"Of course. I would do anything for you," she told him.

George pulled her very close to him, a feeling of sweet relief washing over him as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. His arms were around her and she clung to him as he ravished her mouth. The pair awkwardly removed her clothing without magic, hesitant to let go of the other, even for a second. Soon, however, they were both blessedly naked and skin was brushing skin.

His erection was pressed into her soft belly, precum creating a silky sensation as he rubbed against her and caressed her bottom. Her body was perfection, every bit as delectable as he had imagined Hermione's to be and he breathed in the scent of passion fruit. Verity bit his bottom lip gently and slipped a hand down between them to stroke him, which made him moan loudly.

"I'm going to give you everything I have, George Weasley," she whispered against his ear as he suckled on one of her breasts. She pushed him back onto his back and mounted him. He groaned I in pleasure as he slid into her tight heat. She was perfectly shaped for him and as she began to grind against him, he couldn't help but let his tension go.

They set up a rhythm between them, Verity riding him hard and fast as he thrust up into her body, wanting more of her, needing to be deeper within her. As his orgasm began to build once more, he flipped them over and hooked her legs around his shoulders, then pounded into her wantonly as she screamed out his name. They came together as she rippled around his body, pulling him inside her and squeezing him until he was lost in the power of her. They lay sweaty and still entangled until George caught his breath and was able to extract himself from her depths.

"You're amazing," he told her. "I don't know how I overlooked you all these years."

She simply smiled in response, pulling him down into another fierce kiss before closing her chocolate hued eyes and letting out a contented sigh. "Are you going to work today?" she asked a few moments later.

"I suppose someone should help Ronniekins in the shop. You can get a shower if you'd like." He reached for his boxers. "I'd better get down there before he gives the shop away."

Verity grinned. "You'll smell like me and sex."

"I don't mind that," he replied cheekily. He cast a few spells to make himself more presentable, then pulled on his magenta robes and joined his younger brother in the shop below. His mind was racing. He may have found the solution to all of his problems, but when Hermione entered the shop at lunch time he found himself wondering what he was going to do. Two very beautiful girls were in love with him and he had to choose. One could help him bring back his twin, but he certainly didn't want to lose the other or hurt her. He mentally kicked himself when Hermione pulled him aside to whisper that she had touched herself to thoughts of him the previous night. His cock sprang into action and he groaned, knowing that he had gotten himself into a difficult situation.

After seeing Hermione at dinner, George vowed to himself not make an advance toward either of the girls until he was sure which would be able to help him out and which was the woman from his dreams. He wondered whether Verity was telling him the truth or if Hermione was really the one for him without any way of knowing the truth. Verity had been wonderful earlier that morning while they were making love, she even knew that George had been wanting to find a way to return his twin to the land of the living and Hermione had proved neither to him as of yet. Still he couldn't shake the feeling that Hermione was destined to be with him.

As he sat at his family's kitchen table after most everyone had gone to bed, he decided to do a bit of research, even if it meant going against his earlier vow to stay away from both romantically. He hated himself for even thinking of such things without knowing which was the right girl, especially because he didn't want to hurt Hermione, but he had to figure it out. He quietly slipped upstairs and knocked softly on Hermione's bedroom door.

He didn't hear anything from inside of the girls' room, so he slipped inside. Ginny was still out with Harry, but Hermione was inside. At first he thought she might be asleep, but he noticed a subtle movement under the tent of blankets on her bed. He walked forward quietly and pulled back the obstructive material. Hermione stared up at him, flushed and blushing slightly with her fingers between her spread thighs. His pants tented painfully fast as he realized what he was seeing.

"Is this real?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes," he breathed, taking in the sight of her spread out, completely naked and aroused.

"I was thinking about you," she admitted sheepishly.

"We could make things a bit easier for you," he said, steeling his determination to find out which girl was the one he was searching for.

She bit her bottom lip, thinking it over for a moment and he took the opportunity to vanish his clothes. She nodded slightly as she removed her fingers from her swollen and abused pussy. He could smell how much she wanted him and it made his erection twitch in anticipation.

George covered her body with his and readied himself at her entrance as he suckled on her nipples. She sucked in a deep breath and dug her nails into his back at his ministrations. "Take me, George," she urged him and he sheathed himself completely inside her in one thrust. He paused, however realizing what had happened as she became very tense beneath him.

"Was that…did I just…?" he asked, a bit afraid of the answer that he already knew.

"Yes…you're my first," she replied. "But don't stop."

His heart swelled as he began to slowly pump into her body. He had never imagined that he would be her first. He didn't want to hurt her and now he wasn't sure if he should even be with her. As she began responding to him, rolling her hips in time with his own, he picked up his pace, however. She squeezed him with her inner muscles and a spasm of pleasure shot through his body. He pumped a bit faster and her body clamped down on him, causing him to come undone. He filled her untouched womb with his seed and cried out her name as she moaned against his shoulder.

George didn't know what to do exactly, so he stayed with her that night, hoping that she would understand what had happened and not be upset later on. He slept fitfully that night as he wrestled with his conscience.