Sorry for the long break.
I kind of forgot about this story.
Serves me right for having about 5 ongoing fics.
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"Come in," I reply to the soft knock on the door. It was now slightly past two in the morning and the party had finally ended. Professor McGonagall had showed up for a short while, along with Kingsley and Ted and Andromeda Tonks along with little Teddy Lupin.
To my surprise, it's George who walks in from around the door, closing it softly behind him. I watch him closely from the edge of his old bed as he slowly looks around the room, taking in each small detail of the side that Fred once occupied. He looks completely knackered; his hair is a mess and he's in a pair of pajama bottoms without a top, which I can't help gazing at.
"You okay?" I ask him softly.
He nods and turns his attention back to me, taking a seat beside me on the bed. I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as his gaze travels down my pajama-clad form and when his eyes reach my own, I smile at the slight pink tinge on his own cheeks.
"I just wanted to thank you," he says slowly. "For everything."
I smile at him and shake my head. "There's no reason to thank me," I reply.
George doesn't respond and we continue to hold each other's gaze
And then our lips are crashed together. I'm not even sure who started the kiss. All I am aware of is the fact that when George's tongue makes contact with my bottom lip, I immediately open my mouth to allow him entrance and he's somehow already managed to maneuver me to a laying position on the bed.
Our kissing is more intense than anything I have ever experienced before. With Victor, it was always gentle and innocent. Ron never had any lead up and I never found myself wanting to go any further with him. But George-
He positions himself so he's above me, his right knee spreading my legs apart as he slowly lies on top of me, hesitating slightly when his more than apparent erection makes contact with my inner thigh. I breathe in deeply, not being used to the pace in which we're going, and never having gone any farther than kissing. When his hand comes to my waist and slowly travels up my front under my shirt, my rationality kicks in and I pull away from him.
"Sorry," he says quickly, rolling off me and laying beside me on his back, his hands in his hair.
I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I sit up and quickly bury my face in my hands. I can feel the bed shift as George sits as well.
"I didn't-" he starts, and cuts himself off. "I wasn't…"
I remove my hands and shake my head at him. "It's not you," I reply awkwardly. "I mean, you were…wow," I state, blushing at his raised eyebrow. "I've just…I never…"
"Oh," George states in sudden understanding. "I didn't think…I mean Krum and Ron…I just assumed you had gone at least-"
He stops talking as I throw myself back on the bed, covering my face with the pillow.
"Hey," he says in a comforting manner, trying to pull the pillow away from me. I hold on tightly and he begins to laugh. "Come on, Hermione," he states, still pulling on the pillow.
I let go and look up at his smiling face. "I don't see what's so funny," I state shortly.
He rolls his eyes at me. "I'm not laughing at you, just your reaction."
"You find it funny that I'm embarrassed?"
"Yes," George replies with yet another irritating grin. "You have no reason to be."
"I'm pretty sure that I do," I state, pushing myself up on my elbows.
He places the pillow behind my and lays down, propping himself up on his left elbow so he can look at me. "Well maybe we can change that," he states.
I look over at him and he's looking at me in complete seriousness. "What are you talking about?"
Biting his bottom lip, he runs his right hand through his hair. "I was thinking," he says slowly. "Would you maybe want to make this serious?"
"Like me be your girlfriend?"
"I understand if you don't want to," he says quickly. "I wouldn't really blame you. I mean, I'm a mess right now and we really only started this two days ago and Ron isn't too happy about us just kissing and-"
"George," I say with a smile, cutting him off. "You're ranting."
He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Before he opens his eyes again, I lean in towards him, placing a light kiss on his lips.
George immediately jumps back, not expecting me to have kissed him. "I'd love to," I say softly.
"You're not having me on?"
I shake my head at him and the smile returns to his face as I suppress a yawn.
"Well, my girlfriend," he states. "It seems that even the presence of such a beautiful example of man such as myself on this early Christmas morning isn't enough to keep you awake."
"How rude of me not to bask in your beauty," I reply heavy in sarcasm, laying back down on the pillow.
George smirks and reaches to the night stand that was his only a few years ago, picking up my wand and turning the lights out.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as I hear my wand being laid back down on the table.
I feel his arm come around my waist. "Sleeping," he says simply, laying down beside me.
Ignoring my usual thought process, I turn away from him and lean my back up against his bare chest. He pulls me closer to him where I fit nicely against his body. I close my eyes and soon fall asleep to George's steady breathing and heartbeat.
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I jump awake as the bedroom door slams open, colliding with the wall behind it, revealing a grinning Bill, Charlie, Harry and Ginny. Beside me, George is looking at them in confusion.
"Well what do we have here?" Charlie asks with a grin as both George and I slowly sit up.
"Two bloody pissed off and tired people," George replies with a glare towards his older brother.
Ginny raises an eyebrow at the two of us. "Is there a reason that you're not wearing a shirt?" She asks George.
"This is how I sleep," he says curtly. "Is there a reason that your four are bothering me and Hermione?"
"Is there a reason you two are in bed together?" Harry asks, joining in on the conversation.
"Because we're dating." I state slowly, utterly annoyed and being woken up in such a manner.
"What?" Ron asks through the sudden shocked silence of the room. He had just walked in, looking at George and I in surprise. He stares at me in anger. "You're dating him?"
"Yeah," George answers with a smile before I can say anything. "She is."
Ron opens his mouth but no words come out. He quickly turns out of the room and we hear his door slam shut.
"Well that went rather well," I state looking down at my hands.
"Hey," George says softly, lifting my chin up with his hand. "He'll get over it," he states, placing a kiss on my forehead.
Instantly, loud retching noises are made by the doorway and George and I glare at where Charlie, Bill and Ginny are pretending to be throwing up. Harry is laughing at the three of them, standing a bit off to the side.
George grins and whips a pillow at Charlie's face making Bill and Ginny crack up laughing as well when Charlie picks the pillow up and jumps into the bed, beginning to attack George with it.
I quickly jump out of the bed and stand by Ginny, watching in amusement as George flips Charlie over and pins him down with his knees, striking a body builder pose with his arms before Charlie manages to get back up and they both tumble off the bed in a heap of bedding.
When Mr. and Mrs. Weasley come to the doorway, George and Charlie are laughing so hard that they're gasping for breath, making both their parents smile down at them.
"Come on you lot," Mr. Weasley states and Charlie and George attempt to catch their breath, "get dressed and downstairs to open your gifts."
"Where's Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asks, looking around the room.
"Sulking in his room," Ginny replies with a slight grin.
She looks at Ginny in confusion. "What for?"
"Well," George says from where he's still laying on his back on the floor before his bed, "apparently he doesn't agree with Hermione and I dating."
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley look back and forth between George and me a few times before Mrs. Weasley answers. "He'll just have to get over it now, won't he then?"
I look at her dumbfounded and she gives me a small smile.
"Get dressed," she states before walking out, Mr. Weasley behind her.
Bill and Harry walk over to Charlie and George, each extending a hand to help the both of them up from the floor. As I make to go to Ginny's room where my bag of clothes is, George holds me back.
"What's up?" I ask him as he waits for the room to empty before putting his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him.
He leans forward and slowly presses his lips against my own. "Just making sure that last night wasn't a dream."
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