George and I spent the next day in the hospital wing with Ron. It was wonderful, that sounds really bad, but Ron had woken up an d was doing much better, so we weren't having to worry about him. I loved spending time with George again, and I found myself kissing and holding him at every chance I got. I had fought with him and hadn't spoken in two weeks, and so help me I wasn't spending another minute without him now. He had to leave on Friday though, and I was once again counting the days until I would see him again.
The next quidditch match, McLaggen had to play, and he was awful! He was so insubordinate that poor Harry actually got injured and sent to the hospital wing with Ron.
By that Monday though, they were both released. I walked with them both down to breakfast, thrilled to be friends with Ron again. I told them everything that had transpired since the match, Harry was unsurprisingly most interested in the fact that Ginny and Dean were fighting.
"What did they row about?" he asked me, trying to sound like he didn't really care. His eyes were sparkling with far too much delight to make it even a little convincing though.
"Oh, Dean was laughing about McLaggen hitting that bludger at you," I said, smirking a little when his eyes brightened even more. He was so fun to watch, he truly was hopeless with women.
"It must've looked funny," Ron said, oblivious to Harry's excitement.
"It didn't look funny at all!" I snapped, remembering Harry falling through the sky. It had been anything but funny. It had reminded me far too much of third year with the Dementors. "It looked terrible and if Coote and Peakes hadn't caught Harry he could have been very badly hurt!" I finished admonishing Ron who had the decency to look somewhat ashamed.
"Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it," Harry said, trying to sound casual. It almost made me laugh at how bad he was acting. I couldn't believe Ron didn't notice. "Or are they still together?" He finished, his eyes widening in worry. Hmm, I could have fun with his lack of acting skills. Maybe Ron might catch on…
"Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?" I asked, staring at Harry with what must have been a wicked grin. His eyes grew painfully large and his gaze darted towards Ron who wasn't paying attention to us, he was looking at someone at the other end of the hallway.
"I just don't want my Quidditch team messed up again!" he replied hastily, I smirked. Sure, he was worried about his team.
"Harry!" A voice called from behind us. Harry grinned happily, not at all because Luna was here, but because I couldn't continue questioning him.
"I went to the hospital wing to find you," Luna said, rummaging in her bag. "But they said you'd left... Could you hold this Ron?" She asked, looking up at him with her large eyes. He grinned goofily and nodded his head. She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool, a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter, and a small brightly wrapped package into his waiting arms. She finally pulled out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to Harry.
". . . I've been told to give you this." She explained, smiling dreamily.
"Tonight," Harry said as he read the parchment. It must have been another meeting with Dumbledore.
"Nice commentary last match!" Ron said to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. She smiled brightly at first, but it lessened as she took the last package.
"You're lying, aren't you?" she said. "Everyone says I was dreadful." Her normally happy eyes darkened a little, growing sad. I had never seen Luna look sad before.
"No, I'm serious, Love!" Ron said quickly, grabbing her hand earnestly. "I can't remember enjoying commentary more! It was brilliant!" She smiled a little brighter, hugging Ron before stepping back. Wait a minute, did he just call her 'Love?' Just how serious were the two of them?
"Hey," Ron said, blushing a little bit. "Where'd you get the Gurdyroot?" He asked, pointing to the onion like vegetable. Gurdyroot? How had he known that? I'd never even heard of one.
"Neville, he just finished growing a batch in Greenhouse five and he knew I needed some." Luna answered serenely. Ron smiled and nodded his head.
"Are you headed to breakfast?" He asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Oh yes, Dobby said they're serving pudding this morning." She replied, wrapping her arm around his waist as we continued down the hall.
"Really? Think you could join us at our table? I never got to go on that birthday picnic." He said, winking at her. That nearly stopped me in my tracks. Ron Weasley was not only walking with his arm around Luna, he was actually flirting with her! I didn't think he had it in him. Maybe there was hope for him after all. He certainly seemed happy with Luna, he'd stopped making so many rude or hurt full comments since they'd started dating. I also hadn't seen him flirt with any other girls since Christmas… Hmm, I'd have to see just how close the two were.
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The rest of March positively flew by, and before I knew it, it was April first. That used to be my least favorite day of the year. Who wanted a day that was devoted to pranks? Now that I was dating George though, I had a reason to love it. It was the day my favorite fool was born. I sent George a happy birthday message in the morning, but didn't send my gift.
I'd be giving that in person. It took me forever to work it out, but I finally got McGonagall's permission for my plan. A quick owl to Angelina saw to it that step one of my plan was put into motion. Now all I had to do was get ready to see my beloved.
I had Ginny help me get dressed, I wore a new teal dress I had bought over Christmas break. It had a knee length pleated skirt and a form fitting top with spaghetti straps. I left my hair out with one side pinned back with the hair comb that Fleur had gotten me for Christmas. I grabbed George's gift and then I flooed over to his and Fred's flat. It was another hour until they closed the shop, so I had just enough time to execute my birthday plan. I laid my supplies out on the counter and began to get everything ready.
Fifty minutes later I had all the decorations up, the table set, and dinner almost finished. I went about the flat fixing last minute details and making sure dinner was just right. A quick bathroom trip to check my hair and outfit and I was ready for George.
Good thing to because I barely had time to arrange myself on the couch before I heard George whistling. The door to the flat opened and he walked in, already taking his robes and tie off. He tossed them into the chair next to me, not noticing me there as he grabbed a pile of owl post off the counter. I fought the urge to laugh as he stood there, whistling while he flipped through the parchment, completely oblivious to my present.
"All bills." He mumbled, looking slightly annoyed as he tossed the letters into the chair with his robes. He ran his hand through his hair, turning towards my couch as he undid his top button on his shirt. He stopped short when he saw me and his mouth dropped open. He looked frightened for half a moment but then he realized it was me and a huge grin broke across his face as I stood up.
"Happy Birthday, Love!" I said, waving my wand and causing all the decorations to appear. I took the two steps separating us and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. He returned it instantly, laughing happily when a banner saying 'Happy Birthday Forge and Gred' exploded across the room.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as I let go of him and walked over to the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder at him and put on my best coy grin.
"Why I've snuck out. It's my boyfriends birthday you see. He snuck into to see me on mine, so I thought I'd return the favor." I reached the kitchen by now and I turned my head towards the stove, grabbing a hot pad off the counter and opening the oven.
"I even made him dinner and had my friend make special arrangements for his twin brother." I continued, pulling dinner out of the oven. He was leaning on the counter in front of me. A grin was playing on his face as he took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the dinner I had made him.
"That's smells delicious, Hermione! I didn't know you could cook!" George said, a look of awe on his face. I snorted as I sliced the pizza.
"Of course I can cook, I'm brilliant at everything." I said with an air of mock importance. George wrapped his arms around me, he'd walked up behind me at some point while I was slicing the pizza and I hadn't heard him. He leaned his head down beside my ear and whispered; "Yes, you're brilliant at everything." He put extra emphasis on the last word and kissed my neck, causing me to shiver and drop the pizza cutter. I turned around in his hold and put my arms around his neck.
"Now George, you have to save your desert for after dinner." I said, smiling wickedly. His eyes darkened slightly and he licked his lips, causing me to warm up even more. Maybe we could skip dinner…
George grabbed the plates off the counter and laid them on the table. He then grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, setting me in a chair before sitting across from me.
"Let's eat." He said, grinning devilishly. I giggled at his excitement and raised my glass-I had fixed myself butterbeer, I didn't care too much for Firewhiskey, and his I had charmed to fill with whatever he wanted, it looked like firewhiskey –and tilted it towards him. He clinked his glass on it and I took a sip of my drink before starting dinner. He loved the pizza, calling me a 'positively brilliant' chef and we settled into comfortable conversation. We finished our dinner rather quickly, but kept talking. I never got to see George enough and I loved just being able to talk with him in person.
"Let's dance." He said suddenly, standing up and waving his wand at the radio in the corner. It turned on and started playing a tune I recognized from the Weird sisters. I stood up a little uncertainly. Did George really like dancing or was he just trying to be sweet because he knew I loved to dance?
"Are you sure you want to?" I asked, slowly walking over to him. He nodded his head excitedly, taking hold of my hand and laying his hand lightly on waist.
"Oh yes, Love. I love dancing with you, it's incredible." He said, sighing contentedly as I began to move to the music. We danced for the rest of the song before he spoke again.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you look when you dance?" He asked, twirling me around lightly.
"Hmm?" I asked, facing him again. He smiled his toothy grin that showed he was truly happy before repeating himself.
"You… Are… Hot…" He said, grinning devilishly again.
"Really?" I said, surprised. I had never thought of myself as 'hot.'
"Oh yes, you've no idea what you're doing to me right now." The music changed to a slower beat and I closed the space between us, leaning my head against his chest as we moved to the music. I nuzzled my cheek against the spot right above his heart for a moment before I leaned my head back and looked up into his eyes.
He looked down at me with tender eyes, stealing my breath and causing my heart to flutter. I licked my lips unthinkingly and he leaned towards me slowly before placing his lips on mine, feather light. I deepened the kiss eagerly, wrapping my arms more firmly around his neck as his hand found it's way into my hair and rested on the back of my neck. I unwound my arms from around his neck, moving them to his waist before running them back up his back. He kissed me harder at that, gripping my waist tightly. We broke for a moment, breathing heavily before he reclaimed my lips in another heated kiss. I moved my hand to his chest, running up and down his shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath. He groaned into my mouth at the feel and I felt a flood of warmth feel me at the sound. A strange longing filled me and I acted on instinct. My fingers moved to his buttons and I started to take off his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin beneath my hand.
Serious T Ahead, nothing too graphic but just a warning
George broke the kiss off, his eyes dark and slightly wild as he looked down at me. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it behind him before pulling me back to him and kissing me with another passion filled kiss. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the heated flesh beneath my hands and feeling even warmer than I already had. I moved my hands to his back and ran them up it before bringing them back down. I paused momentarily when I felt the start of his slacks, he moved his hands up a bit around my waist and I was filled with courage suddenly. I ran my hands down further and cupped his bottom. I had admired it from afar but never actually felt; it was every bit as nice as it looked.
He moaned deeply into my mouth and began walking me backwards, never breaking the kiss. The back of my legs connected with the soft cushion on the couch and he gently lowered me on top of it. He kept kissing me urgently, moving from my lips to my neck. He was on top of me, and I still had my hands hanging limply by my side. I moved my hands so that they were back around his back and ran then down his skin, lightly brushing his bottom again. He moaned again and rubbed against me, causing my stomach to fill with warmth. I made a noise I hadn't known I was capable of and he moved again, causing me to feel flutters I'd never felt before.
We kept kissing and moving, I grew warmer and the flutters grew stronger. Stars exploded before my eyes and my entire body was filled with warmth. George grew still on top of me before collapsing and letting his weight fall on me. I was breathless and shaky, and I could feel George breathing heavily on top of me. We laid like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other.
A/N; Okay, now I'm worried again, was that too graphic? I tried not to be… Let me know your thoughts! Just to be clear, they didn't have sex, they were both clothed. Sorry if you wanted something more, I just don't think Hermione would be one to dive in all the way to quickly. I think she would do it slowly, unsurely. She trust George explicitly and knew he wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable or anything she'd regret, so that's why I didn't have her stop him. Still, I'm interested in your ideas and opinions, please leave reviews!