George and Hermione had eventually made it out of the house that Monday afternoon, with George being Fred they could be seen in public together, as long as they didn't run into any of the Weasley clan. The sat in the sun at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Hermione had large bug eyes sun glasses. She normally wouldn't wear them but she did love this particular pair. She laughed at George wearing a pair of gold aviators, Hermione thought they were quite hilarious.
"This is delicious," Hermione smiled as she ate her berry sundae, slowly as to savour the taste.
"Really?" George asked, leaning around the side of the table and kissed her, "you're right. It is delicious."
Hermione laughed, dipping her spoon into his George's rainbow icecream, "you know this is for kids right?"
"Wait till you taste it before you comment," George smirked cheekily.
Hermione did as she was told, carefully pressing it into the roof of her mouth and tasting the many flavours of the icecream. "It is delicious."
"I know," George laughed, "why do you think I got it?"
"But how do they mix all the flavours? The colours are all mixed in the glass, but when I tasted it they were all really defined and separate, i only tasted them one at a time." Hermione said, she was very impressed with the magic involved.
Florean Fortescue, who was now standing behind her, spoke, "now Miss Granger, if I gave you all my secret recipes you wouldn't have to come back and buy it."
"It is truly delicious," Hermione complimented genuinely.
Florean cleared the table next to them, "I am glad to hear you are enjoying it."
The couple finished off their sundaes before heading to Flourish & Blotts where Hermione browsed the many racks of magical books as excited as a kid in WWW. She ended up buying an interesting book on rare potions. The spent the next few hours browsing around Diagon Alley, but as it passed five pm the streets began to empty and the shops began to close. Only a few restraints were open now, "make a proper night of it?" George suggested.
"Is that the most romantic way you could think of to ask me out to dinner? Hermione laughed,
"Do you accept?" He asked smiling charmingly.
"Yes." Hermione said, there was no point denying that she was in some way disappointed with his suggestion.
"Then it does seem that it was romantic enough then doesn't it?"
"George, it doesn't really matter what you ask me, the chances are I will say yes." Hermione said truthfully.
The pair shared a smiled before George wrapped his arm around his brother's girlfriend to escort her into the nearby restaurant.
Hermione thought today would have been more awkward then it was... Spending time with George in public, especially since their confessions that morning. She couldn't believe that she had admitted that she loved him, it was only a week ago when she had barely known him. Then on top of that George had told her that he had felt the same way. Looking back now she realised that the two of them had probably been intentionally avoiding each other, knowing that there was some chemistry between them.
"I'm going to miss this," George confessed quietly as the chair out for her, pushing it in again when she sat.
"We can still eat together," Hermione smiled as she talked quietly, "you live with my boyfriend."
"Exactly, I live with your boyfriend," George said slightly uncomfortable.
"Don't think about it like that," Hermione said softly in an attempt to reassure him. "Don't worry about something that hasn't happened yet."
George shrugged unconvinced until Hermione, "can we please cross that bridge when we come to it?" She casually ran her foot up the inside his calf and eventually his thigh. He smiled back at her falling for her distraction, he smirked before whispering, "we had better make the most of it."
The cheekiness in his smirk did not go unnoticed by Hermione, "what are you thinking?" However, before George could answer the cute waitress asked, "hello my name is Gracie, are you ready to order?"
Hermione and George quickly placed their respective orders before George added, "can you wait twenty minutes before bringing out the entree?"
"Not a problem Mr Weasley," the woman smiled sweetly, but not giving the request a second thought. Hermione however was very curious, her suspicions were confirmed when George took her hand and discreetly dragged her past the other tables. Hermione wasn't sure how she felt about, it would be humiliating if they were caught, but at the same time that fear only added to her excitement.
"Which bathroom?" Hermione whispered as the approached the bathrooms at the back of the restraunt, which was thankfully quite quiet as it was only early in the evening.
"Women's, always the womens," George smiled confidently.
Making sure nobody was looking George slid into the ladies room followed by Hermione. Thankfully the bathroom was empty, Hermione couldn't help but ask as she kissed George's neck, "why women's?"
"Because if men hear something in a stall they won't run away embarrassed like women do," George said truthfully, suppressing a laugh, he would have thought that was obvious.
"Do I look the bathroom door?" Hermione asked, she did feel silly asking so many questions, but this was new to her.
George shook his head dismissively, kissing her with his hands on her hips he strategically led her to the end cubical. Once inside he shut the door behind them and continued to kiss her for a few moments. His kisses then moved to her neck and her chest as he undid her blouse, it had been so lovely and warm today she had not worn robes. As he started to kiss the top of her breasts that were not covered by her bra and then her stomach, Hermione grabbed his shirt with both fists and pulled his face up to be level with hers. "No," she whispered slightly breathlessly. George looked at her curiously, he couldn't believe she was chickening out. "It is definitely your turn," she smiled as she very swiftly undid the buttons and the zipper on his black slacks.
Hermione started her ministrations tentatively, carefully to make sure that her feet were not visible under the stall door if anyone else entered the bathroom. With one hand at the base she continued to suck as her free hand made its way to George's mouth, he had started breathing quite loudly and it made her feel uncomfortable. Looking up from between his legs she glared at him in warning. When it all became too much for George he flung both of his hands over his mouth to muffle the moans of pleasure that he could not control. "I definitely love you," he whispered once he had regained his speech, leaning against the wall behind the toilet he sat on.
"I bet you do," Hermione joked in a whisper.
"I'm serious," George said uncharacteristically.
"I know," Hermione laughed quietly, "but I really don't think now is the time for serious conversation." As she spoke she had slid her knee length pencil skirt down her thighs and calves and it now rested on the floor. She roughly kicked it into the corner so it wouldn't be seen by one outside of their cubical.
"How long till you think we have until they realise we are gone?" George asked curiously looking at his watch.
"I'd say eight or nine minutes," Hermione smiled eagerly, removing her only her panties to join her skirt on the floor. Given the time constraints she didn't really see much point in fully undressing, leaving her bra and unbuttoned blouse on.
George climbed off the toilet to fully remove his pants and briefs that were currently resting around his ankles. Lifting Hermione up by her thighs he backed her into the cubical corner and pressed her against the side wall, he lifted her up a little higher, but not quite high enough. Picking the end cubical hadn't been a coincidence, having something more solid to lean against was a practical decision. Hermione placed her right foot on the back of the toilet seat and pushed herself a little higher up the wall giving George all the invitation he needed. Hermione certainly wasn't complaining. As he roughly thrust into her it was now his turn to cover her mouth and muffle the sounds of surprise as his speed and yet at the same time pleasure escaping her lips. Having been sneaking around with Verity for a few months George was quite skilled at limiting the sounds from his lips as he continued to forceful push his cock in and out of her to varying degrees. There was no consistency or rhythm like there usually was.
Although they were both caught up in their actions they had both still heard the bathroom door open then close and footsteps enter the bathroom. Hermione had expecting George to stop, but instead he only tightened his hands grip on her mouth and smiled at her clearly horrified face. George maintained his erratic movements as the heard the toilet a few over from them flush and the occupant then exit the stall and wash their hands before leaving.
As the door slammed behind the woman Hermione tipped over the edge, which was all George needed for approval for his own release. Remaining inside her while he caught his breath George smiled to himself, he managed a small laugh before Hermione playfully punched him, "I can't believe you made me to that."
Pulling out of her slowly and lowering her to the ground he continued to smile, "sweetheart, I didn't make you do anything."
I hope you guys enjoyed that. Fred will be back soon I promise =) But what will follow you will just have to wait and see... Possibly wait a little less longer if I get some good feedback/encouragement. It was an additional random alert today that motivated me.
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