"How long can you stay?" I asked eagerly as I led him over to a couch. I sat down and pulled him next to me, turning so I was facing him.
"Only for an hour, I'd love to stay longer but Dumbledore has me doing something. He hasn't told me what yet, think he doesn't trust me not to tell you." He smirked a little at that thought. "Probably smart of him, you have ways of making me talk."
"Yes," I said, leaning forward and placing my hands on his legs, stopping when I was right in front of his face. "I'm a brilliant interrogator." I closed the distance between us and gave him a long, hard kiss. He moaned into my mouth which just caused me to grin wickedly into the kiss. I so enjoyed knowing that he loved kissing me as much as I loved kissing him.
I broke the kiss a moment later-we were in the common room after all- and leaned back into my seat.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, my voice bubbling with excitement.
"Where would you like to go, Love?" He asked, smiling brightly at my excitement.
"The lake." I answered immediately. It was where almost all of my daydream charms took me.
"The lake it is then." George replied, standing up and holding out his hand. I took it eagerly and stood up as well, giggling with excitement as he led the way to the lake.
Once we reached it George turned around and held my hands, pulling me towards him in a tight embrace. "Mind my asking why you chose this location?" he asked as I held him. Heat covered my cheeks as I found myself blushing.
"It was my favorite daydream." I mumbled into his robe. He laughed at my nervousness, pulling me back slightly and lifting my chin to look at him. He had a sweet smile on his face and his bright eyes were filled with amusement.
"Sorry, Love, I didn't quite get that."
"It was my favorite daydream." I said, still quietly, but more clearly. George's eyes grew wider, and slightly darker.
"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised and delighted. "Care to show me why?" A wicked grin lit my lips and I took a step back.
"It would be my honor." I said, raising my wand. I transfigured my clothes to match the dress I had been wearing, smiling as I noticed George was already wearing a green shirt. He was staring at me in shock as my gown formed, turning the deep emerald hue I remembered from the dream. I walked towards him slowly, letting my memories fill me as I reached him.
George swallowed deeply, forcing his eyes from my body to my eyes. "What'd I do?" He asked, his voice high. He swallowed again, letting his arms find their way around my waist.
"You're already doing it." I replied. He smiled, pulling me closer to him with strong arms as his mouth found its way to mine. He kissed me deeply and passionately, making me go completely weak in the knees.
Pulling away several long minutes later he looked down at me with decidedly darker eyes. "What now?" He asked, his voice low and husky. I shivered involuntarily at the sound of it.
"You laid me on the ground and kissed me." I said quietly, mesmerized by the way his eyes wear turning darker. He swallowed thickly again, pulling me back to his chest and claiming my lips in another heated kiss. He gently lowered me down, following me down as he laid us both on the soft grass. Like in the dream, his lips never left mine. We kissed blissfully and passionately, completely oblivious to the time. His hand found its way around my waist, going lower until he grasped my leg. The real thing was far better than the dream had ever been, and I was getting light headed at the feel of everything.
"Now what?" George gasped, breathing heavily. I took in a deep breath, looking up at him with wild eyes. His lips were deliciously swollen and seemed to call mine back to them.
"You're already doing it." I replied in a breathy whisper I hadn't known I was capable of making. His eyes instantly darkened more and he claimed my lips in another wonderful kiss. My hands found their way to his shirt and I unbuttoned it like I had in my dreams, wondering if that to would feel better than the dream. George broke the kiss, rising up around me and making me nearly whimper at the loss of his heat and nearness. He tossed the shirt away and looked down at me hungrily before swooping down and claiming my lips again.
His hand found it's way under my dress, which had bunched up around my waist when I had laid down, and he ran his hand up my leg, eliciting a moan from me as he continued to kiss me hard. I ran my hand along his chest, feeling thrilled that I could earn a moan from his as well.
"Bloody hell! Right in front of the lake?" a snarling voice asked from somewhere to our right. I gasped in surprise and horror as George broke the kiss, frantically pulling me to his chest to block me from view of whomever had just interrupted us. Embarrassment overwhelmed ma and my entire body turned red in a blush as I realized the position we had been caught in. I looked over my shoulder, fixing my top to make sure I was covered, to see who had found us.
It was Draco Malfoy, and he looked shocked as he saw who we were.
"Merlin's Beard" he breathed out, growing pale as he realized who we were. "You're a pureblood." He said, turning towards George accusingly, but he looked furious at him. "You shouldn't lower yourself to this mud blood slut." I probably should have been furious by what he called me, but I wasn't. I was stuck on how awful Draco looked. George jumped up from the ground in rage, but my eyes were still stuck on Draco. His eyes looked like they were red from crying, and he looked upset, like something was weighing him down. His normally perfect clothes were rumpled and his hair was uncombed. What could be so terrible it would make Draco look hopeless? George reached Draco by now, and without any warning he hauled his fist back and punched Draco square in the nose.
Oh my god! He hit him, he hit Draco!
I jumped up from the ground and ran over to them, feeling horrified. What was George thinking? Why on earth did he hit Malfoy? George was yelling something at Draco, but I wasn't listening. I had reached them by now, and I pulled George away angrily.
"What are you doing!" I squeaked, hating how high my voice had gotten. George looked surprise, but he was still livid. I whipped my wand out of my pocket and waved it over Draco's now broken and bleeding nose. It reshaped its self with a crack and blood stopped pouring out of it.
"He called you a mud blood slut!" George exclaimed, like that excused his Neanderthal display. My hands balled into fist and I placed them on my hips, feeling furious as I turned towards him.
"So what? He's always called me a mudblood, probably always will. I've told you a thousand times not to let it bother you, I could care less about it!" I said, feeling annoyed now as well as mad. Couldn't he see Draco said it just to get a rise out of him?
George was still staring at me in shock. "He called you a mudblood and you're just going to let him? What about slut, he doesn't need call you that!" he fairly near yelled back at me.
"He did catch us nearly being that!" I yelled back, remembering how horrified I felt to be in such a compromising situation. My god, why hadn't I put up wards or charms? What had I been thinking? Or, better still, why hadn't he been thinking? He was older, he should have known better!
"So you're just going to let him call you those names?" He yelled, sounding ticked at me. He was actually mad at me, and I had done nothing wrong! He's the one who hit Malfoy, he's the one who let us get caught.
"Why are you yelling at me?" I asked in a deadly whisper. I was past mad now, no, now I was ticked. I could feel my hair getting bigger as I spoke, a sure sign and warning that I was about to lose it. Any time I get truly mad, my hair starts to crackle with magic warning me I'm about to magically blow. I can't control myself when I'm mad and I usually do random acts of magic like children do. It can be extremely dangerous for whoever I'm mad at. I needed to get out of here now.
"Because I can't understand!" George yelled, he paused, swallowed hard and started again. "Because I can't understand you." He said in a quieter, but still livid voice.
"There's a surprise." I said harshly, letting my voice get sharp. "A Weasley man doesn't understand a woman. Shocker." I said, shocked at my gall but too mad to take it back. George's eyes widened before they narrowed even more than before. "Are any of the men in your family observant? Or all they all as oblivious as you and Ron?"
"Better an oblivious Weasley than a crazy, bossy, bookworm!" He hissed. I backed up a step as though he had just struck me a physical blow. I bumped into Draco, who I had completely forgotten about. God, we were fighting in front of him! Anger welled up in me even more, and I heard a tree limb snap beside me. It landed with a jarring thud between George and me. I looked at it in complete horror, I had just done that. I needed to get out of here now. I shot one last look at George, who didn't see me as he was looking at the limb in shock, and turned around. I raised my skirt up a bit to free my legs so I wouldn't trip, and ran for Hogwarts. I transfigured my dress as I ran towards the castle, tears streaming down my face as I reached it's huge doors. I flew down the corridors and headed towards Gryffindor tower, wanting nothing more than to break down into tears.
"Amour!" I said to the Fat Lady, breaking down into a sob as I said the word. She swung open, a concerned look on her face as I ran into the common room. Harry was the only one in it. He was sitting on a couch holding a mirror chatting away to it happily.
I fell to the floor in a heap, unable to run any farther. I started to weep openly as I rocked back and forth on the floor. I pulled my robes tightly around my shoulders and wept openly, letting all the pain and shame and anger I felt burst through.
"'Mione, Merlin 'Mione, talk to me." Harry said, by my side. I hadn't even heard him move. He'd grabbed me in his arms and started to rock with me, holding me in a tight, brotherly, embrace as I wept.
"What happened?" He asked, pulling me closer to his chest. "Was it George, did he hurt you?" He asked, his voice taking on a dangerous note. I couldn't talk, it was like a flood gate had been opened. I'd just had my first fight ever with George, and I almost killed him with a branch! How could I ever face him again? How could he not hate me? I'd ruined everything!
"Shh, calm down 'Mione, it's not that bad." Harry whispered consolingly as he stroked my hair comfortingly. Had I said all that out loud? Great, I probably looked like a babbling baboon. "George loves you, he'll understand. We all have magic problems at times. I sent a snake after my cousin once." He said, rambling on and on in an attempt to comfort me.
He kept talking and rocking me, stroking my hair and comforting me until I managed to get a hold of myself and stop crying on the middle of the floor. He led me over to the couch he had been on and moved the mirror to a table. He sat beside me and listened as I told him everything that had happened, everything I'd done.
"He'll forgive you 'Mione." He said simply, actually ignoring the fact that Malfoy had been there. I had half expected him to go off on a rampage about what the boy was 'planning.'
"Hey guys!" A voice called from the portrait hole. I turned to see Ron walk in to the room looking exuberant.
"What's up? Who got the Buttercups?"
I burst into tears again.
"Thanks Ron." Harry said next to me.
A/N: Please don't hurt me, I couldn't help the argument. I promise we'll be happy again soon. However I did figure out fights are fun to write :) I won't write to many though, I like fluff more. The dream Hermione was talking about in this story was the one she had in chapter 32.