Putting her robes back in place Hermione swore that was the last time she would have that kind of encounter with her boyfriend's brother. She was meant to be at work for another few hours, but she didn't want to risk running into George like that again, so she returned to her own apartment. She knew George wouldn't follow her there as he wouldn't want to risk running into his little sister. Verity may not have been able to tell the difference between the twins but Ginny could.

Hermione was pleased to find the apartment empty when she arrived, she went and took a shower, she needed to wash the guilt off. The shower had helped a little, but it didn't help with the feeling of dirtiness. It wasn't what she had done that had made her feel dirty, it was the fact she wanted to go back to the shop or the flat and do it again.

Fred had only been gone one night, she had no idea how was she going to survive tonight, then the next 12 nights without him. She contemplated hunting Fred down and joining him, but she knew he wouldn't want to be interrupted in the delicate situation. Hermione's skin felt hot, not just from the hot shower she had taken either. Hermione started to get dressed but was to warm to put anything other than her underwear on. Even with her thin green underwear on she was still warm, she was glad Ginny was her roommate, it wouldn't matter if Ginny saw her wondering around the apartment with next to nothing on. Ginny also wouldn't ask Hermione questions, as she knew that Hermione didn't like to discuss her relationship with Fred to his little sister.

Hermione busied herself with housework till six, which is when Ginny usually came home from work. At five to six she went and put a light robe on. She heard keys in the front door and Hermione continued plating up that evening's dinner. She had recently formulated a new plan, if she spent every waking hour near a Weasley that wasn't George then she could not be tempted. Tonight it would be Ginny's role to keep her occupied.

"Gin, if you are ready to eat I am in the kitchen," Hermione yelled over her shoulder. Hermione didn't normally cook but she had needed something to keep her busy this afternoon. "You had better hurry or it will be cold."

"We wouldn't want that now would me? I so like eating, but in my experience you should never hurry, it kills the suspense you see." George smirked cockily, again acting in a very Fred like manner, she was still unsure if he was doing this intentionally or not. His presence had shocked Hermione, she should have known it wasn't Ginny in hindsight as she could normally hear her high heels click as she walked. Hermione couldn't believe how stupid she had been, she knew the twins had a spare key at their place, how could she possibly have forgotten this? Although on the other hand she had an excellent excuse to ask him to leave immediately.

"George you have to leave! Ginny will be home any minute," Hermione said quickly as she placed the dinner plates on the kitchen table. "Now," Hermione insisted.

"Ahh, that is what I thought too," George smiled, "that is why I told Harry that he could use our box at the Quidditch tonight. They are going out to dinner before hand and then they are staying the night, so we have at least fourteen hours."

"No, you have one minute," Hermione insisted, walking to the front door.

"Never done it in a minute before, but I can try," George winked throwing his robe onto the floor. With George standing their stark naked smiling at her Hermione couldn't help but grin, although she tried to keep a straight face. "You can't come here like this."

"That's what she said," George laughed as he walked towards the door where Hermione was still standing, she had intended on opening it but then he was naked and she couldn't open it.

"Put your clothes on and leave," Hermione repeated, she was aware that George was edging closer to her every second.

Hermione wasn't breathing; she didn't want to give him any inclinations that she was interested, under her robes her knees were very tightly squeezed together. "Stop making this so hard, can't you see it is wrong."

"Not hard yet," George joked in a that-is-what-she-said manner, he was now only a mere foot away from her now.

"Stop it, I am serious," Hermione insisted, the placed both her hands on his chest. His heart was beating at a surprisingly calm rate inside his chest.

"So am I," George said, no longer smiling he was looking directly into her eyes, his hands were now covering hers. The rougher skin of his hands was a contrast to the warm and smooth skin of his chest, it brought back memories of last night.

Hermione remained speechless, George took a few steps back, "I will put me robe if you will let me stay for dinner."

Hermione would never admit it to herself but she did want to spend time with George, if it was just dinner she could lie to herself that her intentions were pure.

"Fine," Hermione agreed, trying to sound more reluctant then she was. George did as he promised, putting his robe back on her followed Hermione into the kitchen. He knew for Hermione to realise this 24 hour relationship of these was real, he would need to be able to do more than simply repeatedly seduce her.

"It looks great Hermione," George genuinely complimented as he took his seat.

"Thanks," Hermione said as she got a bottle of red of the bench and filled the empty glasses that sat on the table.

"I saw you were working on the patented daydream charm, you left it on the bench. How is it going?" George asked politely.

Hermione blushed slightly at George knowing about her work on the potion, she wondered what he was thinking. "I made some progress, but I was only working on it since I had reached a road block on my other projects."

"What were you dreaming about?" George asked softly.

"Fred," she lied, "I dreamt that he returned early to find me eagerly waiting."

George knew she was lying to make her point, it was true, although Fred wasn't expected home for many days yet, he could return at any moment.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Hermione ordered, George was looking at her as if he could tell she was lying. "What do you want from me?" Hermione asked as she stood and cleared the table.

George too stood, "you know what I want."

"I cannot do that to Fred, he trusts me." Hermione explained with tears forming in her eyes.

"He wanted me to be him," George defended now standing close to Hermione, he wanted her to know that he wanted to be with her and he didn't see her as a toy.

"You know this isn't what he meant!" Hermione insisted angrily.

"We don't know what he meant, all I know is how I feel. I know once Fred gets back we are over," George said pausing, "but till then can you just let me be him?"

Hermione didn't respond straight away, she could see that he was in pain, but she wasn't sure if she could do it or not. Hermione finally collected her thoughts, she knew that no matter what she said, without Fred being here, she wouldn't be able to help herself. She had to stop lying to herself.

"Fine, on one condition," Hermione explained.

"Anything," George said wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her against the bench.

"Don't pretend to be him," Hermione whispered before she kissed him, letting him puller her closer.

George responded by softly kissing her and gently pressing her into the bench behind him. He wasn't as firm or forceful as he had been in the back room that afternoon. George worked his kisses across her cheek and around her earlobes whispering into her ear, "tell me what you want."

Hermione responded without thinking, "you... now."

George was pleased with her subconscious response; he knew she had not planned on saying it, she would never knowingly admit that she wanted him. Hermione wanted to bit her tongue as soon as she had said it, unfortunately at this moment this was not possible to do without damaging George's tongue.

George helped Hermione out of her robe before lifting her up so she was now sitting on the bench, he laughed "not the best colour." With Hermione on the bench George now had his hands free to remove his own robes again. Hermione took this chance to rap her legs around her boyfriend's brother's waist, who then proceeded to carry her into the other room. She kissed his neck as he walked, "I'm sure we can find somewhere that will give you less bruises then the kitchen bench."

Hermione couldn't help but remind George of the reality of this situation. She licked his neck then whispered in his ear, "I kind of like bruises; Fred gives good bruises." It was one of their many contrasts.

I hope you guys liked this =) Setting the scene for future GW/HG... Till FW gets back of course!