Geroge's View Point
I hate Aunt Muriel's, it's bloody depressing and smells like old things. It didn't help that we were having to hide out here, which meant that we couldn't do anything. Fred and I were trying to make the best of things, pulling pranks and joking, but even we couldn't lift our family's spirits. I didn't blame them, I was miserable. Not because were hiding out in the home of a woman who thought my ears were lopsided, but because I had no idea where Hermione was. I hated that we had gotten separated, that I wasn't able to protect her. Hermione is a strong witch, and doesn't need my help at all, but still, I hated that I wasn't there to help her. The fact that Ron was in danger as well just made everything worse.
How long could we go with out knowing? How had our brilliant plan blown up so horrifically on us? The memory of what happened to us that afternoon washed over me and I found myself clenching my eyes as I fought back the panic that always gripped me when I thought of my Hermione on the run, being chased by Greyback. The image of him lying on top of her, running his hands up her body had burned its way into my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it again, the vividness of it making me ill. If I had been even a minute later-
"George," Fred's voice called me out of my thoughts. He laid his hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle shake. "It's alright, you stopped him."
"How did you know that what I was thinking?" I asked, surprised at just how well he read me.
"You had that look on your face." He said, rubbing my arm comfortingly, he looked worried so I forced myself to smile.
"Nothing to worry about, I'm fine Bro." I said, though I wasn't extremely convincing. Fred didn't get a chance to respond to my lame attempt at lying though. A loud crash sounded behind us and we both spun around, wands raised and pointed at the chest of our oldest brother.
"Bill?" We both questioned, our wands still raised.
"Yes, I'm William Arthur Weasley, Married to Fleur. I live in Shell Cottage, which you both filled with prank traps on our wedding night. My patronus is a stallion, and I was bitten by Greyback but I don't turn into a werewolf."
"Why are you here?" Fred questioned, stowing his wand away and stepping forward to grab Bill in a hug.
"I need you George to come with me, but you can't ask any questions, leave a note telling mum and dad you left for Potterwatch."
"Why?" I asked, a terrible suspicion swelling up in me.
"It's the trio. They're at my house, 'Mione's hurt." He replied, glancing behind him before returning his gaze to us.
"Hermione?" I asked. "Ron and Harry?" Bill avoided my eyes, looking at Fred instead.
"Let's go." He said. I grabbed his arm, panic flaring in my stomach. Bill twisted, and we reappeared outside of Shell cottage. It was getting dark, and the cottage looked incredibly picturesque in the moonlight.
"Inside," Bill said, I was already running, Fred right behind me. The door swung open when I neared it, Harry stood in the doorway, his face pale.
"She's back here." He said, his voice shaky and his eyes distant. He led the way, far too slowly for me but I had to follow him, he knew where she was.
He went to the very back room, the door was shut and Harry stopped in front of it. He didn't move to open the door. My hands were shaking as I lifted them, grasping the knob in my hands. I twisted it slowly, finally understanding why Hermione had looked so scared when I woke up after losing my ear. This fear wasn't like anything I'd ever felt. It was all consuming, leaving me almost incapacitated.
The door opened, revealing a sun light room with a single bed and bed stand table. Ron was sitting in the corner in a white chair, his head in his hands. Luna was standing behind him, her hand on his back leaning against the yellow walls of the room. Fleur was kneeling beside the bed, holding a sponge in her hand as she murmured in French to the figure in the bed. I took all of that in a single second, and then time seemed to freeze around me as I saw her. She was lying on the bed under the covers, her arms lying on top of the green sheets. She was pale, alarmingly so, and her face was bruised. Her eyes were closed and her lips were even pale. My eyes traveled down to her bare arms, her left one was bleeding. I looked at it for a moment and then I realized they were actually words.
Mud blood.
Someone had written the words mudblood on her arm. Why hadn't they healed it yet? Why had Fleur left the words on her arm?
Rage took me and my vision actually turned red. My hands clinched into fist and I started to shake. That's when they noticed I was in the room.
"George!" Fleur squeaked, standing up and walking towards me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.
"I am so glad you are 'ere. S'e as been askeeng for you." She said, pointing towards Hermione. She'd been asking for me? She moved her head, whimpering in her sleep. I moved, reaching her side in half a step. I sunk to my knees and grabbed her hand, cringing as I saw the word again. Ron was saying something behind me.
"Dobby saved us… She killed him." His voice cracked and Luna moved, grabbing him in her arms and leading him out of the room.
"Her arm?" I questioned as Fleur lowered herself beside me.
"I'm not sure, eet was an enc'anted blade. I cannot make eet 'eal." She said, tears filling her eyes. She looked like she thought she was failing Hermione.
"I could keel zat woman for what s'e deed to our 'Ermione." She spat out, tears streaking down her cheeks. "S'e ees to sweet for zese to 'appen. S'e s'ould not 'ave to be tortured like zese." She said, her voice growing passionate.
"How long?" I asked, barely able to speak.
"An 'our." Fleur replied with a sniff. "S'e as been unconscious ze entire time. I 'ave tried to 'eal everyzing I could, but s'e steel as not waken up." She sniffed again and dabbed the sponge against Hermione's forehead.
"S'e ees my best friend you know." She said softly. "Next to Beell of course." She continued. "S'e accepted me w'en I really needed a friend. Even zo s'e knew eet would estrange her from Geenny and your mozer. S'e ees so much braver zan anyone geeves her credeet for. Zey all just zink she is a braeen. Zey rarely see past 'er smartz to ze wonderful girl underneaz. S'e waz like me, she just wanted friends." I had no idea why Fleur was spilling her guts to me, but I didn't mind. I knew that she meant the world to Hermione, and that she had indeed stood up for her in front of my mum and sister. That alone showed just how much Fleur meant to her, and I couldn't have been prouder of my Hermione.
Hermione's hand tightened around my own and her eyes fluttered open. "George," she whispered, staring at the ceiling. Tears filled her eyes and she sniffed, still not looking in my direction.
"Hermione?" I said, my voice breaking on the word. "Can you hear me, Love?" I questioned, tightening my grip on her hand and moving my other hand to her brow. Her eyes opened wider and she turned her head a slight bit, her eyes finally moving to mine.
"George?" She asked, her voice disbelieving.
"Yes, Love." I said, tears filling my own eyes.
"Oh, George." Tears streamed from her eyes and it made my heart hurt even more. She moved her eyes around the room, finding Fleur a moment later. "Fleur!" she exclaimed, her voice hoarse and quiet.
Fleur smiled and grasped Hermione, tears falling down her perfect face. "'Ermione!" She exclaimed, leaning over and giving Hermione a gentle hug. She returned it tears falling down her own cheeks. Fleur started rambling in French, making Hermione laugh lightly. I couldn't talk, I was too shocked, to thrilled. She was alright, she was talking, she was smiling. Her hand was still clutched in my hand, I hadn't let it go when she'd gone and hugged Fleur, I couldn't let her go. Her eyes left Fleur's and traveled to our intertwined hands. A smile tugged her lips up and she gripped my hand tighter. Her eyes lifted up and found mine, making me nearly breathless at the look in them.
"I'll leave you alone." Fleur said, I had forgotten she was even here. She stood up and grabbed Hermione's hand, squeezing it before she gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Let me know eef you need anezing else." She said quietly, before turning and leaving me and Hermione alone, she even shut the door behind her.
"Are you alright?" I asked, unable to stop myself.
"I'm okay. Aside from the-scratches-on my arm, I only have two broken ribs and a few cuts on my chest. I also have a few bruises, but, um, no one will see them." She blushed and averted her eyes. What did she mean, no one would see them?
"Hermione?" I questioned a terrible thought coming to my mind along with an image of Greyback. "Did they, did they ra-" I couldn't even say it, could that animal have really touched her?
"No, they didn't get that far." She said quickly.
"What do you mean that far?" I asked, my voice getting higher.
"Well," she started, looking scared. No, I'd frightened her, I hadn't meant to do that.
"Love, did they try?' I asked, leaning closer to her. She looked into my eyes, her chocolate colored ones pained.
"Yes." She took a deep breath and shivered.
"You don't have to talk about it, Love."
"Not yet, please, not yet." Her voice was small and pleading . I pulled her too my chest and held her shaking body gently in my arms. She was wearing a silk nightgown, pale purple and extremely soft. It must have been Fleur's.
"Your safe, your safe, Hermione." I said, rocking her gently and holding as tightly as I could.
"Don't let me go." She begged. I didn't, I had no intention of ever letting her go again.
She cried for a long time, her tears soaking my shirt and freezing my heart. I had never been angrier in my life, I had never wanted to hurt someone as much as I did in that moment. I actually prayed that whoever did this was still alive so that I could kill them. I had never wanted to hurt someone so much as I wanted to hurt whoever thought they could touch her, could harm her.
Finally her tears dried and she pulled away from me, holding onto my arms tightly as she looked at me. "Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked, looking as though she was scared I'd reject her. No way in hell I was leaving her side.
"If you don't mind, if it won't bother you." I said, stuttering a little.
"No, it won't bother me. I, I don't actually think I'll be able to sleep without you." She lay back down and looked up at me expectantly scooting over to make room for me. I was wearing a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, I'd shed my robe when I ran into the house. I moved to unbutton my pants, keeping my eyes on her to see if she looked uncomfortable. She didn't, she kept her eyes on mine. I moved forward, kicking my jeans aside and sat on the bed next to her. I pulled the covers off the bed and pulled my legs up onto it before I pulled the blanket back up, covering Hermione and myself with it.
I lay down on my side, facing her. I wanted to hold her really bad, but I didn't want to hurt or scare her. She seemed to know what I was thinking and scooted closer to me, wrapping her arm around me. I brought my hand around her waist and pulled her body closer. She rested her head against my chest and I lowered my head over hers, nuzzling my cheek against her hair.
I fell asleep an hour later, holding her tight as she finally fell asleep.
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"No! Sword, Harry!" Hermione's scream jerked me out of my sleep and wide awake. She was clutching the fabric of my shirt tightly in her hands, her face buried into my chest. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was shaking.
"Please, no! GEORGE!"
"Hermione!" I said, shaking her gently, I had to wake her up. She took in a deep breath and woke up, her eyes wide and terrified.
"George?" she gasped, I nodded my head, feeling worried. She gripped me tighter with an almost scary desperation. She snuggled closer to me, hiding her face in my chest.
"Don't leave." She whispered.
"Never." I said back. She relaxed, loosening her grip on my shirt. She repositioned herself, scooting down until her head was right above my heart. She pushed her ear against my chest, listening to my heartbeat before she started to cry quietly. I felt terrible, heartbroken. I had no idea what she had dreamed about, but clearly it had something to do with me. Her tears soaked my shirt and froze my heart. I felt useless, like I couldn't protect her, couldn't stop her nightmares. I hadn't been there for her. I knew she was strong and more than able to take care of herself, but she had needed help, needed me, and I hadn't been there for her.
Tears filled my eyes and I held her tighter, whispering comfortingly in an attempt to help her somehow. She slowly began to calm down, her tears finally stopping. I continued to hold her, stroking her hair until she fell back asleep. It was a long night, and she woke three more times with nightmares before morning finally arrived.
I helped her out of the room at her insistence, taking her to the kitchen to eat breakfast with everyone else. Fleur finished healing her ribs, and the rest of the day passed fairly quickly, I spent the entire time with her, even reading her a few stories.
Evening arrived again and I found myself alone with her again.
"Could you help me with my hair?" She asked, handing me a brush. I took it and began to gently brush the tangles out of her soft, curly hair.
"Braid it please."
"Sure." I said, pulling it back and separating it into three sections. I began to braid it when I noticed a bruise on her neck, leading down into her shirt. My hands froze at the sight and bile rose up in my throat. My eyes traveled back up to her neck and I realized it wasn't just a bruise, it was the beginning of a bite mark. No, they'd- please Merlin, no. Not my Hermione, not her.
"George?" her voice questioned, soft and timid. She'd noticed my hesitation. "You saw, didn't you?" She asked, her voice flat.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, deciding against acting the way I wanted.
"A little." She said, blushing. I finished her hair and moved in front of her, kneeling on my knees as I looked up at her.
"Let me heal it." I said, trying not to sound like I was begging.
"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding scared and unsure.
"I want to help you, you shouldn't have to wear them, I can heal bruises." She stared at me for a moment before nodding her head. She reached down around her waist and pulled the oversized t-shirt off, tugging it off her body and laying it to her side. All she wore now was her knickers. I had always been stunned by how beautiful she was, but now, her incredible body made me sick. There was a trail of bruises leading up her stomach, coming to rest at her breast. There were hand shaped bruises around them, with scratches made by claws. Looking at her mottled body I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt who had attacked her, and I already hated him.
It was Greyback, and Merlin help me but I hoped I'd get the chance to kill him.
I picked my wand up off the bed beside her and began to gently run it along her stomach, clearing the bruises away, leaving her stomach free of his mark. I traveled further up, healing everything I could until I finally reached her neck. Once I removed that bruise I gave the spot a kiss, marking it in my own, invisible, way. I pulled back from her and looked at her, tears were spilling down her eyes and she was shaking violently.
I pulled her too my chest, holding her as tightly as I could, letting my own tears fall in her hair.
"George, he touched, me he, he tried too-" she broke off, crying even harder, I held her tighter still, my heart breaking at the sound of her sobs. That monster had broken her, he'd broken my girl. He'd thought he could touch her, make her his, and he would pay for that. I'd make sure he'd pay for what he done. For Bill, for Lupin, for the countless other children whose lives he'd ruined, he'd pay.
"I have to tell you, I don't want to keep secrets from you. Could you please keep holding me?" she asked, her voice still broken and her body still shaking. I nodded my head while I reached behind her and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around both our shoulders.
Then, she spoke. She told me everything that had happened, everything that Bella bitch had done. Everything he had done, how she'd imagined my face and tried not to snap, how she had actually begged to die. Grief and rage mingled now, my girl, my beautiful strong Hermione had fought harder than anyone I'd ever heard of, and she thought it was all her fault they'd been captured.
"Will you do something for me?" she asked once she finished retelling the events.
I nodded my head, pulling back slightly so that I could look her in the eyes. She looked oddly hesitant and worried and it made me even more determined.
"I need you to do what he did to me, I need you to help me forget it." She whispered, her voice small and barely there.
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Hermione's View point
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His eyes grew wide for a moment before they softened considerably and he nodded his head again, his eyes tender as he looked at me. I let go of him, scooting back and lying down on the soft bed as he moved closer to me. He was lying on his side, staring at me with his blue eyes, full of love and care. It was so much better than the cold dark of Greyback's terrible eyes.
He leaned forward, his long body, covering mine as he leaned down and kissed me, but it was far too gentle, far too careful. He was still scared I'd break, but truthfully, I was far more scared I'd break if he didn't touch me, if he didn't do this. I brought my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks momentarily before I moved them to his hair, burying my fingers in it and pulling at his long ginger locks as he deepened the kiss. The panic I had expected to feel didn't come, I only felt desire for George, the same desire I always felt. I still felt dirty, but I knew George would fix that, he'd wash away the memories of Greyback, of Bellatrix.
"Touch me." I gasped, pulling his face back for another kiss. I grabbed his hands in mine and guided his hands to my stomach, and then he took over, moving his hands gently, caressing my body with a reverence that brought tears to my eyes. I tugged at his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss still more. His hands moved faster, caressing my body more urgently, helping me forget what had happened.
He pulled away from the heated kiss, moving his lips to my neck and kissing the skin there. His hands traveled further up my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Warmth flooded into my stomach and I wanted more, more of him, of this, of everything. My hands moved his head to his back, trailing down the well developed planes until I reached the bottom of his shirt. I grasped the material and tugged at it, pulling it up roughly, needing to get it off so I could touch him, all of him. He pulled back just enough to get the shirt off and tossed it behind us before quickly lowering himself back on top of me and kissing me again. I ran my hands back up his back, this time lightly scratching the skin with my fingers.
His hands were more possessive now and less gentle, taking me and driving me higher into ecstasy, making me forget more. His kisses became fiercer and he was pulling himself even closer to me. I needed it, needed him to reclaim me, to remind me that I loved being touched by him, to erase everything Greyback had done.
"Your mine," he growled against my neck, and I was reminded of our kiss in an abandoned classroom back at Hogwarts, and it seemed like so many years ago.
"Yes, yours, always yours." I said back, gasping for air as I clung to him. He pulled me to his chest, holding me tight and making me feel safe. I hadn't felt safe in a long, long time. I also hadn't felt this warm, this needy in a long time. I knew what I wanted to do, and the certainty with which I knew scared me a little. I wanted to be completely possessed by George, I wanted him to completely claim me, to leave a mark no one could take away. I wanted to do the same to him, I wanted to consume him completely, to love him fully.
Someone knocked on the door and I jumped, squealing and reaching for my t-shirt. I pulled it back over my head and smoothed the fabric down as George stood up and went to the door. He opened up and Fleur was standing there.
"I wanted to geeve you some…" she trailed off as she looked from me to George, her eyes growing wide and a grin quirking her lips. I blushed fiercely and lowered my eyes. "Blankets." She finished. She stepped into the room and handed them to me before leaning down so that only I could hear her. "J'ai robes de nuit spéciale dans le tiroir du haut." (I have a special nightgown in the top drawer.) My blush deepened as I looked up at her. "ne pas oublier les charmes." (Don't forget the charms.) I nodded my head, smiling slightly but still blushing.
She stood back up and left, giving us one more smile before she left the room. George shut the door behind her, his hand on his neck rubbing it in the way he always did when he was nervous. I stood up from the bed and walked up to the door at the other side of the room.
"Umm, I'll be back in a moment." I said, grabbing the gown out of the drawer. He looked up at me and saw me holding the door to the bathroom and nodded his head, smiling his toothy grin.
"Okay."
I smiled and went into the room, shutting the door behind me. I took off the old T-shirt I had been wearing and put on the black lace nightgown. It was made completely of lace and made me blush just looking at it. George wouldn't be able to mistake my intentions when he saw me in this. I undid the braid, even though I hated sleeping with my hair out, I knew George liked to play with my hair. I cast a few charms on myself that were supposed to lessen the pain, and counter-ception charms, as well as several silencing charms. I tried not to look at myself in the mirror when I left the room, to frightened I'd chicken out if I saw myself.
George was sitting on the bed, holding the Tales of Beedle the Bard in his hands, reading one of the stories. I walked into the room, stopping when I was right in front of him and clearing my throat. He lifted his eyes from the book, and then his mouth promptly dropped open. His eyes ran down my body, darkening and making my breath hitch.
"Wow." Was all he said. I smiled, blushing fiercely and gave a little twirl.
"You like?" I asked, stepping up next to him and sitting beside him.
"Oh yes, I definitely like it."
"I love you George," I whispered, and then kissed him firmly on the mouth. He returned it with just as much passion and desire. My hands found their way back around his neck and I tightened my grip around him. His hands moved to my back, gentle lowering me down and then moving to my waist. He moved so that he was on top of me, supporting his weight with his hands placed on either side of my head. He kissed down my neck, stopping at my collarbone and sucking on it gently. It caused me to moan in delight and drag my hands down his back. I stopped when I reached his jeans, moving my hands to the button on his pants. I undid it and then moved my hand back up, gripping the material around his waist and tugging it down. He raised his head and rolled off me, stopping my hand with one of his. He propped himself up with his other arm and looked at me.
"Hermione, Love, you need your rest, if I don't stop now, I won't be able to." He said, breathing heavily.
"Then you shouldn't stop, George." I said, blushing furiously. "I want to be with you, I want tonight to be our first time." I blushed even harder and lowered my eyes, terrified he would reject me. "If you want to be with me." I finished.
"What?" he spluttered, blushing. "Of course I want to be with you, but, Hermione are you sure?" I nodded my head, I'd never been surer of anything in my life. I raised my eyes to look at his again and had to fight down a gasp. His blue eyes were wide and dark, full of love, desire, tenderness, care, and a little bit of worry.
"Yes." Was my simple answer. "I love you , I want to love you fully." I said, losing myself in the depths of his smoldering blue eyes.
"I don't want to do anything you'll regret." He said, lowering his head and dropping his eyes from me.
"I could never regret giving myself to you, George." I said, still blushing, but I reached out and cupped his chin in my hand gently tugging it up so he was looking at me again.
"I want you, all of you George."
A/N: okay, they are officially sleeping together. I've posted a separate oneshot of the night, as I didn't want to raise the rating on this story.