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"Love? Are you going to be ok?" Walking into the bedroom, watching her as she is pulling the sheets and blankets down on the bed.

"As well as anyone can be. I can't say that I won't cry and scream again at some point in stage." Shrugging her shoulders, she is thinking how lucky she is. "Harry reminded me that I have him and others who want to help me and I need to remember to let them."

"Ah, young Harry Potter, the great insight he has."

"George. I don't know what to say." Wrapping her arms around his middle and breathing in his scent.

"There is nothing to say right now. Get in bed and sleep or cry or whatever you need to do to get through." Pushing her towards the bathroom for her to do what she needs to.

Leaving the bedroom for the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face, looking herself over in the mirror. She had already put on her lounge clothes when she showered, walking back into the bedroom. Sliding her shorts off, her shirt is long enough it covers her to mid-thigh, looking at George, she sees his surprised look. "It's more comfortable, does it make you uncomfortable?" Shaking his head slowly, she is sliding into next to him. Wrapping her arm around his waist, his arms stay on the bed, not making any effort to wrap around her. Sensing something was wrong, "George, what's wrong?"

"Um, ok, maybe it does make me a little uncomfortable." Rubbing his eyes with his hand, "Not sure why, it's not like I haven't seen your legs before."

Giggling, "Really, you are uncomfortable because you can see my legs even for you George that is a little weird."

"Thank you for laughing at my pain." Tickling her sides, wriggling against his side.

"I will get you!" Having done this same thing many times before, they have never had any issues with contact in the past, especially when it was just the two of them, they had tickled each other into tears many times in the past. Pressing her chest into his, trying to squish him, knowing he is almost double her weight she will not succeed it in. But she still is trying to do so. He is laughing at her attempts, she is laughing just because she needs to laugh. Throwing her off just to the side of him, he is rolling over on to his stomach.

"Leave me be witch! I thought you would want to go to bed?" Smiling into his pillow, turning his head to look at her.

Climbing on his back, tickling him, he is pleading with her to stop. He is not able to defend himself and she is using to her advantage that he had his hands under himself. "I will stop tickling you and I am going to give you a back rub. I am not tired yet and it is time I did something for you."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to." Leaning against him, kissing his cheek. Lifting herself up "Now move your arms out from under you."

"Ok, but you really don't have to. I like just being next to you." Pulling his arms out from under his body.

Blowing on her hands to warm them, she starts rubbing her hands into his shoulders. "Ohhh…. That feels good." Moaning into the bed, she is rubbing harder up his spine and out across his shoulders and down the tops of his arms. Starting out, sitting on his butt, she is slowly realizing that she is too short to reach completely to his shoulders easily. Shimming up a little further on his back, her thighs are now hugging him tightly. "Meenie, that feels awesome," as she is trying to work out a kink in his shoulder, squeezing him in between her legs as she leans forward to rub his neck with her thumbs, lowering back down as rubs down his spine, digging her palms into his shoulders and pressing outward. "Bloody hell woman, if I knew you could do this, I would have asked for one a long time ago." Now turning her focus on his lower back, she shifts back down, now sitting on his legs. Using her fingertips she makes circular motions and dragging her thumbs just under the waistband of his boxers. "Whoa, what are you doing?" jumping a little at the feeling.

"Relax George, I am doing anything wrong. Am I?" Sitting back down, stopping what she was doing. "I mean I thought you were enjoying it."

"No it's really good," wrapping his long arms back around to her, with his long arms and fingers, he was able to reach her legs. Rubbing her knees, "Meenie, you just caught me off guard." Starting to knead his back again, resulting in another moan from George.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Un uh," sighing as he lays there. Rubbing the heels of her hands up his spine; stopping just below his neck, wrapping her fingers around his neck. Alternating her thumbs against his neck and then using her finger tips rubbing down and out over his shoulders and down his arms. All the way down his arms to his hands, he grabs her hands in his, pulling his arms up over his head. In the process, pulling her down close to him, her chest is now against his back. "This is good too. I like feeling you close to me." Nuzzling him with her nose, kissing the side of his cheek, she is shifting her weight, so she is a little closer to him. One leg is now on the bed and the other still somewhat draped over him. Turning a little and putting his arm around her, pulling her in close, kissing her lightly. Pulling him close her, catching him off guard she is kissing him with more force. Wrapping her arms around his neck, by doing this she ends up working her way partially under him. Breaking from the kiss, leaning up she lightly licks his neck, causing him to groan and grip her hip lightly. "Gods, don't do that."

Smiling at him with a sparkle in her eye, "Why?" nibbling down his neck.

"Cause it feels too good." Rolling over, so she is on top of him. Her hands are on his chest bracing her, so she can look down at him. Kissing her again, running the tip of his tongue across her lips. Opening her mouth to accept the kiss that he is giving her, one of her hands has now found its way down his side. Lightly stroking it, she puts her arm around him, fully lying on top of him now. Kissing down his chest, she is sucking on his collarbone, shifting her weight again, now straddling him. Rubbing his hands across her mostly bare hips, she is sitting up to catch her breath. As she does so, rubbing against him, she realizes that she has aroused him. This is nothing that either of them have felt for the other before. He can sense her surprise, now he is embarrassed, "Sorry, I can't help it. You are sitting on top of me, in just your knickers, doing all of the things I like." With her sitting up, her shirt has ridden up and he can now see her mostly bare bottom half. He has seen her in forms of undress before but this is different, he feels different. What little she is wearing and where she is sitting. She is gorgeous, flushing red, her lips a bright shade of pink from kissing, her hair a little ruffled from him running his hands through it. Not really sure that he would call what she is wearing knickers, they are sitting so low on her hips it almost looks like she is wearing none at all. Leaning over to kiss him again, rubbing her down his body as she does, "Hermione, we need to stop." Shaking her head no, she is trying to kiss him again. Kissing her again, this time on her forehead, "I mean it, we can't do this, not tonight."

"Why?" Pulling away from him, she is glaring at him, sitting as far to side of the bed as she can. "You are enjoying this, I know you are. You know you are."

"Any other night but not tonight," rolling on his side, "Trust me. I don't want you to regret something. Greif can make you do things you wouldn't normally do." Trying to take her hand in his, she won't let him, yanking it out of his grasp. "If you hear nothing else, remember, I know you, what your thoughts about certain things are. I know you would normally not do this." The expression on her face is softening and she is looking everywhere but at him now. He can see the tears forming in her eyes. She is thinking everything over, knowing he is right.

"I just wanted to feel something. I feel numb otherwise." Looking at her hands, picking at her nails, "I just thought it would make me feel better."

"Love, I know, that's why I don't want to do anything else." Sighing and rolling on his back, closing his eyes, "Trust me, otherwise, I would completely love to continue but I know you would be upset with yourself tomorrow. You have had an emotional couple of weeks. It is a lot, us, talking about things that had happened during the war, Ron – the git that he is, your parents, everything in less than 2 weeks."

She is lying down in bed, on her side, looking at him. "You do know me well, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," smirking at her, "Now, trying and sleep, we can talk tomorrow. I had already sent an owl to your boss letting him know about your parents and he said to take the rest of the week off and sort everything out."

"Thank you George."

"You're welcome." Soon both of them are relaxed and approaching sleep, lying on their backs. Reaching her hand out across the bed, he twines his fingers in hers as they meet.

Hermione POV

Waking up from a decent night's sleep, I am surprised to notice I am alone in bed. Crap, I did it now, he is mad at me. I made a complete fool out of myself last night. It is only 7 and he is not a morning person. Where would have gone to, walking down the hallway into the kitchen, there is a note from him.

Hermione,

Forgot to tell you last night, I have Quidditch training today, if you want to, meet me to have lunch. We should be done by 11:00. See you then.

Love,

George

I need a run now more than ever. I need to clear my head and what is a better way than a run on the beach. Pulling my yoga style pants and a snug running top, I lace up my trainers and out of habit, strap my wand to my arm with a wand holder I picked up towards the end of the war. Putting together a small pack with a bottle of water, a sweatshirt and my Ipod, I appariate to the beach outside Shell Cottage, while stretching I watch the water lap up on the shore. There is also a small wooded area near by that I love to run in with Bill. Putting my ear buds in, putting my Ipod in the arm band that I wear and picking a list of songs to run to, I am off. Running, free feeling, like the weight of all my problems are working out. I care for George, I really do. He has been there for me through so much over the years. My parents, I miss them so much. I haven't been able to be with them for such a long time now that I think I had already grieved partially for them. Now I just have to get use to the fact it is truly permanent now. I had tried to convince myself we may still find a way to bring them back, even though I knew there was no way. I don't give up easily on anything and why would I give up on them. Now the Weasley's are truly the only family I have, plus Sirius, Harry and the Lupins. I need to remind myself, I could be so much worse off; there are a lot of people who are completely alone because of the war. I still had plenty of people who care and love me. I will be ok, I need to be ok. Running helps me clear my mind but right now, I have too much going on to have a clear mind. It will be difficult but I have so many people to fall back on if I need them. I have to work on letting people in my life. I try so hard to help others and I hate admitting that I need help. George always told me I needed to let go of a little control while we were in school. It doesn't mean I am weak, just human. That is another thing. I have to talk to George about last night. I am so embarrassed, I feel so silly. I would never throw myself at anyone like that, he was right. I knew he was right last night but I wouldn't admit it. I couldn't admit it; I hate not being in control. I am just not sure what I am feeling right now. I never thought of him, like that, ask me 6 months ago if I would have been in bed kissing George and I might have hexed you. Now, that is all I can think about at times. My stomach does flip flops thinking about it. I have to talk to him, that's all there is. Right now, I just need to run, listen to my music and maybe have a little time to relax on the beach before meeting him for lunch. Pushing myself, I decide to leave the beach and run a short trail that I found the last time I was out here. I can't run through the woods like Bill does, my legs are just not long enough but this trail is a little rockier and has more hills, it makes me work. I am approaching the end of the trail. Slowing down, I look out, there are cliffs at the end of this trail, and the view is perfect. I can see the sea and only the sea as far as I can look. After standing there and enjoying the view and the cool salty air, I turn to start back. The run back feels like it takes less time than the run there, probably because I am not thinking just running. Approaching the beach I can see someone standing out there, it's definitely not Fleur, the closer I get, and I see its Bill. He is waving me over, waving back; I start to slow down as I approach him. Panting to catch my breath, "Hi, Bill… How are… you?"

"I should be asking you that, you are pushing yourself hard today. You have been running for better than an hour and half, saw you when you first got here." Rubbing my back, helping me catch my breath, "Shouldn't you be home, resting? Or at least taking it easy?"

"I just needed to run, wanted to clear my head. Got a lot going on up there you know." Plopping down in the sand and starting to take off my shoes. "I cried my heart out yesterday, I am sure Fleur told you, I was a mess, made myself sick even. My parents would hate for me to be depressed. Don't get me wrong, I am still upset about it but…" I shrug. "I needed to be alone, to think about everything. So much has changed in such a short time." Squishing my feet down in the sand, feeling it suck my feet in, cold and warm all at the same time. Putting my pack down behind my head, lying on my back just listening to the water.

"You know you can talk to me too. I mean, if you want to." Bill tells me, looking down at me.

"I feel like an idiot, I mean yesterday, I was all over the place. Sad, happy, miserable, giddy, depressed, every emotion that you can think of, it was there."

"That is too be expected, you got engaged, blew up at your best friend and lost your parents all in one week. I do have to say, I don't think I have ever seen Ron more scared of you or George. I wish Ron would have just let it be, he has never been good at leaving things be. Although watching you put him in his place was good, you shouldn't have had to though. George was beyond pissed, we have fought growing up, all of us boys but, we never came to blows like that. He really cares for you."

"I know, he does, and he has my best interest in mind. He always has had my best interests in mind; that is why I always went to him for comfort. Now I am just confused about everything. I am not sure what to think or feel about any of this. I have too many emotions going through my body and mind. I know he deserved it but I feel horrible for yelling at Ron like I did."

"He pushed you to your breaking point, I am sorry to say but he got exactly what he deserved, he should have been there for you like you were there for him and Harry and everyone else for that matter. You help everyone else with their problems and expect nothing in return. There are some people who need to start remembering all of those times you put them first and start putting you first in their lives."

"Thanks Bill. Harry told me that I need to remember to lean on others."

"He is full of wisdom for someone so young." I laugh at him, getting an odd look back.

"George said something similar last night." Grimacing at the thought of last night, "He is good to me, even when I am being stupid." Putting my hands over my eyes, hoping Bill won't see me blush.

"You are never stupid."

"I basically threw myself at him last night. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking that is obvious. It wasn't what I meant to do. I don't know what I was doing."

"Um, well, I am not sure what to say about all that. That is something you should really discuss with him. Short of giving me too many details, I mean he is my brother and you are like a little sister to me. So what happened?" Seeing the discomfort on Bill's face with this topic, I try to keep it as non-specific as I can.

"I wasn't ready to sleep, so we were horsing around like we have so many times. I offered him a back rub. I just thought it would be something I could do for him and it relaxes me too. I don't really know what happened, one thing lead to another and he turned me down. Saying that I would regret it, you know in school when it seems like that is all anyone talked about we talked and I had always said I wanted to wait until I was married. He told me that grief makes people do things they wouldn't normally do," wiping away a single tear that ran from my eye, knowing that George was right. I wasn't ready last night. "I had just felt numb last night and hoped that would make me feel better. He was right, I would have regretted it."

"Seems my brother is smarter than I give him credit for but he is right. Greif does awful things to people, makes them think silly things. I know it hurt but I am proud of him for turning you down." He looks at me, "I am just being honest. Everything will come in time, that too. Don't rush it," leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees, picking up small rocks and tossing them.

"What Bill? You are thinking about something."

"Well please don't be offended by this but I have to ask. Have you ever really dated anyone? I mean, your years at Hogwarts with Harry and Ron were crazy. Did you find time to be a normal teenager?"

Sitting up and looking at him, "I didn't have time to be a normal teenager! Like you said the years at Hogwarts were crazy, trolls, chambers, dementors, the Tri Wizard tournament, I was a prefect, seeking Horacruxes and then the Battle! I didn't date because no one saw me as anything but an ugly goody two shoes, know it all, only Harry's friend! I tried to be everything for everyone." Snapping at him, I instantly felt worse, "I am sorry Bill. I didn't mean to be so harsh."

"No apologies needed, just do one thing for me. Enjoy sometime for yourself. Go out and do something crazy, just for yourself. Isn't there something you wanted to do, something no one would have ever expected you to do. Enjoy spending time with George, let him take you out, treat you. You deserve it." Standing up and offering his had to me. "Come on, we can head inside and have some lunch, it has to be close to 11."

Jumping up, "11! Oh crap, I was supposed to meet George after Quidditch today. I am late." Using a quick cleaning charm to clear the sand from my feet, putting my socks and shoes back on, "Bill, I will talk to you later, thanks for everything." Apparating away from Shell Cottage to spot near the joke shop, I run in, "Fred, where does George train for Quidditch? I was supposed to meet him and I am running late."

"Wow, slow down Hermione, you are in luck, since George is on the team, the Floo here at the shop is hooked up to a Floo at the pitch. Just announce Puddlemere and you will be off. But you may want to straighten yourself out; you are a little disheveled looking."

"Thanks Fred, I owe you." Stepping in the Floo "Puddlemere!" I didn't even ask, where the Floo was at the pitch but when I stepped out, I walked right into a towel only clad Oliver Wood. "Fred, I am going kill you!" Covering my face and eyes I can feel my face getting redder and redder, "Um sorry, Oliver, I don't know if you know who I am but I just need to find George. Fred didn't tell me he was sending me to the locker room."

"I know who you are, especially after you said you were going to kill Fred, one second, I will get George. Oi, Weasley, you have a visitor!" Still as handsome as ever and his deep Scottish brogue voice makes anyone smile, she can almost picture the sweet smile he used to use to charm McGonagall.

"Relax man; I got to put some pants on."

"Come on George, hurry up!" My voice cracks as I try to prod him along, I know I am shifting one foot to the other like a little dance.

"Hermione? What are you doing here? I mean, what are you doing in the locker room?"

"Your brother, who will die, when I get a hold of him sent me here."

"Come on, I will show you to a place you can wait for me." Taking me by the arm turning me around, quietly in my ear "You can put your hand down now." We are walking down a hallway, "Why did you end up in the locker room?"

"Well you didn't tell me how to get here, so I asked Fred, he sent me through the Floo and well here I am."

End of POV

Shaking his head, "Fred, well, he should have at least told you to call ahead so that you didn't see more than you wanted. But by the look on your face, you did." Laughing at her glare, "Sorry, I should have been a little clearer on where to go and how to get here. I am glad you came, you can hang out in here while I finish getting ready."

"Oh, yeah, clothes would probably be good." Looking at him for the first time, he is again in his jeans only, still damp from his shower. Reaching out, she takes his hand and squeezes it. "We need to talk too; I need to apologize for last night."

"Nope, not going to accept it, nothing to apologize for, now it will only take me about 10 minutes to finish up, there is a bathroom through that door," pointing behind her, "In case you want to wash up, since it looks like you came straight from your run." Kissing her on the top of the head, gently pushing her towards it and slaps her lightly on the butt. "Looking good in those pants," running off before she can yell or hit him.

Walking into the bathroom he pointed out, washing her face and pulling a comb out of her pack she runs it through her hair. Exiting the bathroom, she is braiding her hair to try and keep it out of her face. George is waiting for her on the small couch, smiling at her, "You know, you look beautiful, as always." Blushing at him, she is dipping her gaze, "How many times do I have to tell you, head up? You are going to have to listen to me tell you are beautiful every day, over and over again. So get used to it," kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Lunch?" at the same time her stomach growled loudly. "I say that's a yes. Come on, love."

"Ok, let's get some food and take it back to the flat, so we can talk. Plus I think I need to shower, I took a long run today," wrinkling her nose, "Too long, and my legs are starting to tighten up."

Walking out of the little room she was in "Let's go back to the Floo, no one is still there and we can head back to the shop. I will get food and you can get home to take a shower." Flooing into the shop first, trying to warn Fred to get out of Hermione's line of sight. "Fred I would suggest…" Unable to finish his sentence before Hermione steps out of the Floo.

"Fredrick Weasley! I will hurt you!" walking up to the young man who is laughing at her. "Could you have warned me I was going to end up in the locker room! I ran into a barely covered Oliver Wood!" Poking him in the chest to emphasize each word, one hand on her hip and her foot tapping. Looking like she did so many times in the Gryffindor common room. "I was mortified!"

"Sorry Hermione," Laughing at her embarrassment, "You seemed to want to get to George by any means necessary and I figured this was the quickest way." Walking away from her "Not like you haven't seen a naked man before."

"Ugh, you are insufferable!"

"Love, head home, I will get lunch and be there soon." Walking up to Hermione, attempting to thwart any more yelling. Taking her arm and guiding her out of the shop. "Plus you can't deny, it was a little funny," whispering in her ear, brushing his lips against the sensitive shell of her ear.

"I might have been a little funny but it was also horrifying, what if he had been naked?" Instantly blushing at the thought. "I am heading home, I need to relax. Surprise me with whatever you want for lunch." Pushing up on her tip toes, leaning in and kissing him, running her hand down his side. "Sorry, I just.. I mean… I don't know, it felt right to do."

"Stop worrying, I enjoyed it." Pushing her in the direction of her flat, their flat, walking away from her, "See you in a bit." Walking away from her, their flat, he likes the sound of it. Not paying attention to where he was going, standing in front of the pizza place she took him, he didn't even realize walked into Muggle London. Reaching in his pocket to see if he had any Muggle money, pounds they called it, to make sure he could pay for lunch. Shortly with food in hand, he is walking back, pizza and chocolate cake, she would love it. Unlocking the door, "Meenie, I am back." Not getting a response, he first puts the food out on the table and grabs plates, silverware and glasses. Not hearing the shower going, she must be done with it, "Meenie? Are you going to eat?" walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. Then he sees her, she is lying on the floor, bursting into the room, falling to his knees next to her, picking her up. She is breathing, he can tell that, "Meenie, wake up!" rubbing his thumb across her cheek, shaking her a little, "Come on wake up." Starting to pick her up and taking her to the bed, rubbing her arms and taking her hands as she starts to stir.

"What.. happened?"

"I was hoping you would know. I came in to find you when I came back with the food." Burying his head in her neck, "You were on the floor, just lying there. I was so scared." Holding her to him, "What do you remember?"

"I was in the shower, I started getting dizzy, I think I had the water too hot. I got out and started dressing. I started out here, to lie on the bed, I wasn't feeling very well." Closing her eyes, trying to think, "I must have passed out. No food, an extra-long run, Flooing and a hot shower, probably was too much for me."

"No food? You didn't eat before going for a run? That's not good."

"I forgot, all I could think was that you were mad at me for last night, I had to get out for a run, and I needed to clear my head."

"I am not and was not mad at you. Now that is cleared up, we need to get some food in you. Am I going to have to remind you to eat? I mean we did in school but do I need to start again?" Looking at her with a very concerned look on his face, cupping her face in his hands, running a thumb across her cheek, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Don't worry, I have gotten much better about remembering to eat since school. This morning was a fluke. I actually love to eat. I eat all the time."

"That's good, let's eat then. Come on." Picking her up, "I got your favorite."

"I can walk."

"So can I." Sitting her down in her on the couch, "I will be back with food." Walking out of the living and in to the kitchen, he puts pizza on two plates and fills two glasses with ice and water. Levitating it all into the living room, following with dessert. "I told you I got your favorite. Chocolate cake." Smiling as he sits down with her and puts the cake on the table.

"So, we need to talk." Rubbing her head, "You were right," smirking at her, "Don't get used to me saying that, but after talking with Bill today, you were right?"

"You told Bill what happened?" Looking a little green, George was afraid of what his brother might do to him.

"Not details, just around the whole idea. He said I should enjoy this time, enjoy dating you and getting to know you. Also told me that I should try doing something unexpected." Eating more of her pizza, "He agreed with what you did, said he was proud of you." Laughing, "You should have seen his face though when I said I threw myself at you, I thought he was going to be sick. I imagine it is the same for him when Ginny says certain things too."

"Do something unexpected? Like what, I think it would be interesting to see what you come up with."

"Got a few ideas, not sure though, Charlie tried to get me to get a tattoo, when I visited him at the reserve."

"Tattoo?" Swallowing hard George is repeating her. The idea of Hermione getting one was quite appealing.

"That or maybe I will get something pierced like he did." Winking at George, "What do you think?"

"Um, well I would be lying if I didn't say that both are quite, um, sexy." Composing himself, "Do I want to know what my brother got done when you were there?"

"Remember his is he crazy one. Maybe sometime you should ask him about all of them." Thinking about something, "Just remember, no I haven't seen all of them and I will leave it at that."

"Ok. That makes me not really want to know. The things I learn about my brothers from you. Got any other good secrets?" Leaning in closer to Hermione. "Anything good and embarrassing I can use?"

"Not that I can think of right now." Smiling at George, "But if I think of anything, you will be the first to know."

Sitting quietly in the living room, while both are still picking at their pizza. "I just hoped you would realize I was stopping you for you, not because I didn't want you or anything like that."

"I know, I guess I don't know how to act." Whispering, "I never really even dated anyone before."

"What was that?"

"Bloody hell, I never dated anyone!" Wrapping her arms around her middle, "No one ever asked me out. Viktor only asked me because he wanted to throw Harry off his game during the tournament. No one ever wanted me." Turning her head away from his gaze.

"I am sorry Hermione. I really am sorry you felt that way but part of the reason no one ever asked you out, was most of the guys thought you were out of their league. You were. No one could ever be smart enough, kind enough, loving enough or anything enough to stack up to you. You deserve the world. You were intimidating even for me at times." Laughing at the shocked look on her face. "Come finish your pizza so you can have cake."

Splitting the cake into two pieces, placing a piece on each plate. "So have you had sex?" Nonchalantly taking her first bite of cake.

"What?" Choking on the food in his mouth, his eyes widening at the question.

"Well at this point, you obviously know I am still a virgin, hardly been touched. I want to know what you have done."

"Well," wiping his hands and mouth, "I have had sex, with Alicia Spinnet, she turned out to be bloody crazy if you ask me. Got upset with me because afterwards I decided that I would rather wait until I found someone I completely loved. I thought I loved her but the next day I felt horrible, like I had used her. It didn't take her long to get over it though, she was trying to get with Lee the next week." Sliding closer to her on the couch, "Contrary to popular belief at Hogwarts, Fred and I weren't as lucky with the ladies as everyone thought but being teenage boys we weren't going to say anything." Taking her hand in his, leaning into her ear, "That doesn't mean, I want you to do anything you aren't ready for. I have ideas of what I want to do to you." Kissing her ear, "All in good time, I think right now I just want to kiss you." Bringing her hand to his mouth, kissing it, then her palm and each of her fingertips.

"I think I would like that too." Taking his face in her hands, kissing him hard. Both exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, licking his lips, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. Groaning at the feeling he has buried a hand in her hair and the other has landed on her hip. Gripping her hip and pulling her closer to him, he bends his head to kiss her neck, right below her ear. Licking her earlobe and nuzzling her neck. "We go from nothing to over the top in no time at all," breaking away from George. There is a tapping from her kitchen window, breaks her concentration. "I will be right back." Walking away from George with a slightly more defined swing in her step. Coming back from the kitchen reading a letter, with a half-smile. Not really a good smile but not a bad one either.

Ms. Granger,

I write to you today with extreme pride, I have the great honor to offer you a job at Hogwarts. I would like to offer you the position of Defense Against the Dark At professor. We have unsuccessfully been able to fill the position for more than one year at a time for the last 5 or more years. Where you lack classroom experience you make up for it with real life knowledge. I know that you currently work at the Ministry and that you enjoy your work there. I also know that at one time you contemplated teaching. I hope that you consider this offer and I will await your response.

Also I would like to again extend my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials to George Weasley.

Sincerely,

Headmistress McGonagall