Her Talents and Fears

As George had predicted, his mother was fast making plans for a marriage, without even consulting those to be wed. She wanted grandchildren and was willing to kill to make it happen. Hermione didn't have the heart to tell her that she and George weren't even planning on getting married and instead let the older woman believe that it was going to a long engagement. George simply chuckled when Hermione informed him, cheeks the color of his hair.

"Don't worry about Mum," he informed her. "Just keep going along with your business and eventually she'll leave off it in hopes of marrying another child off."

"That's horrible!" she said, suppressing the urge to giggle.

"But not for me so it's better than nothing," he replied with a grin. She let herself fall into comfortable laughter with him and they sat together for a long time in his apartment just talking. He escorted her back to the Burrow at nearly midnight and kissed her eagerly. "Don't forget me while you sleep," he said gently as they broke apart.

"I could never forget you, George," she whispered. Her eyes were filling with unshed tears and he kissed her to keep them from spilling over. They parted and he was left thinking about how their relationship had grown since his dreams had started.

George and Hermione had been together officially for two months before they made love again. George had taken her out on the town of London and they returned to his flat to settle down. "Do you think your mum will mind me staying here tonight?" she asked shyly despite all the alcohol that was in her system.

The Weasley grinned broadly, catching her meaning instantly. "I think not," he said, quickly covering her face in kisses. He led her to his bedroom and settled her back on the bed, then vanished their clothing and returned to her warm embrace. "I love you," he informed her before taking one taut nipple into his mouth. Her hands were all over him as she cried out in ecstasy.

"I love you too, George," she breathed as he swiped his tongue over the other hardened peak. He moved his hands to cover her generously proportioned breasts and kissed along her neck, taking special care to pause at her pulse point and leave a bruise there, marking her as his lover. He kissed her soft lips, drinking in her cries of pleasure as his hands worked her body. One had dropped to her thigh as he made space for himself between her legs, his erection bobbing with every movement.

He caressed the inside of her thigh as he kissed her until he could take it no longer and tentatively ran a finger over her aching mound. She sighed and he slipped a finger inside her, smelling the mustiness of her arousal wash over them both. "What would you like me to do?" he asked her, the effects of the alcohol being replaced by those of being so close to entering her.

"Take me," she whispered across his lips. "I want to feel you."

His cock throbbed at her words, anticipating the bliss of being buried deep inside her and he moaned, running his tongue over her bottom lip once more. "Whatever you want, doll," he said, plunging a second finger into her wetness. She gasped and he covered her mouth with his once more before positioning himself at her entrance.

He thrust into her and was fully sheathed in one movement. He paused to collect himself and give her time to adjust before starting to move languorously, enjoying the sensations that she caused within him. He flicked his thumb over her clit as he removed his hand from between them and she rippled around him, her first orgasm washing over her as she gingerly clung to him. As he continued to pick up his pace, she began gasping his name and meeting his thrusts with her own.

He buried his face in her hair and whispered obscenities mixed with praises of her beauty and pushed forth, going deeper inside of her. "Harder!" she begged as he brushed the spot within her that would be her undoing. He kissed her neck once more, then gripped her hips in preparation to oblige her. He moved to get more leverage, then began pounding into her curvy body, watching her eyes light up with pleasure as he pushed her toward the edge of oblivion. Her breasts bounced in time with the power of his thrusts; he sped up, feeling his own orgasm building as she began to writhe beneath him.

"Oh, George!" she cried out as he began thrusting wildly into her body, shaking her to the very core. She screamed his name again as she shattered, inner muscles clamping down on him as she arched off of the bed in sheer bliss. A few thrusts later he had followed her into the ravine of feeling and responded to her wanton calls. He collapsed on top of her and stayed there for a moment, before he could pull out and roll away.

As he wrapped her in his arms and brought her closer he realized that he was where he was supposed to be. "Love you," she murmured against his chest before submitting to sleep. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, wondering what Fred would think about him loving Hermione Granger. Just as he was on the brink of sleep a voice inside his head told him to wake up, however. He opened his eyes to find his twin standing at the foot of the bed.

"Freddie?" he asked incredulously.

"George," his twin responded with a grin.

"What are you doing here? Am I that drunk?"

"I'll be back soon…" Fred said quietly before disappearing into the air. George was asleep the next moment and couldn't determine whether or not it had been a dream when he awakened the next morning.