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Twitching on the floor, I can hardly breathe. There isn't a spot on my body that doesn't hurt. Trying to gather my senses, looking across the room I can see Lucius Malfoy staring at me, his face is frozen with a mixture of awe and horror. He had saved part of me, I can at least say that. My boys are being held in the basement I hope that they can't hear what is going on. Answers, answers, answers, that's all they are asking for. Answers I won't give, knowing that there are so many people out there that the answers could affect. Closing my eyes, squeezing out the tears forming as I can feeling the breath of that awful woman on my neck and face. I won't do it, I can't do it. I will die first.

"Come on Mudblood, tell us what we want to know and this will all be over with." Leaning down, pressing her hands into my shoulders, pushing me harder against the floor, "I can make the pain stop."

"Fuck off. You are not getting anything from me." I look into her eyes, I won't tell them anything. I won't tell them, holding my head as high as one can who is lying on the floor.

"You will pay for that! Crucio!"

My mind is on fire, every nerve ending is exploding, my back arches against the floor and I grind my teeth. Then a release, she won't kill me, she will just slowly drive me insane. My boys, my family, true and adopted, as long as they know I tried. As long as they know I didn't break. Looking above me, I must be seeing things. I see the chandelier swaying just a little too and fro. At first I think that my eye site is being affected by the torture then I see the most beautiful site ever. Dobby, he means well and is dedicated to Harry even more so than I am. He is working on something, he sees my face and is gesturing for me to look behind me as I hear a small explosion and then the sweetest noise ever, my boys are there. Turning and trying to crawl to their voices, I am hit one more time with the blinding light and searing feeling, luckily I had moved enough to be out of the way for when the chandelier came crashing down. Sobbing and trying to move I hear it, "Come on Mione. You can do it." I see Harry reaching his hand out for me. Beckoning me to come, I put my head down trying to get some traction but my trainers keep slipping. Lifting my head I am determined to make it, shaking and moving to stand but I can't get my feet to work, looking up I see George, "Come on Meeine. Come back to me Hermione."

"Wake up Hermione," her eyes flip open, dripping in sweat and being held onto by George. "Meenie, it's ok, you are home." Stroking her hair that is now plastered to her face and neck. "Come on love, I am here." Shaking and breaking down, clinging on to George.

"I am so sorry George." Burying her face into his chest, pulling him closer to her side, "It was horrible, it was her again." Crying and hanging on to him, "I haven't had one like that in a long time. I could feel it and her. It was awful."

"Love, I tried waking you up as fast as I could." Rubbing small comforting circles on her back, "You went rigid and I couldn't get your attention. I felt so lost, I hated not being able to help you." Kissing her head and holding on to her.

"You were there too. You were the one I was trying to get to." Laying her head against his chest, "I saw Harry at first and then put my head down and when I looked up again, you were there, you were the one I wanted to get to."

"It over, I am here for you now." Stroking her hair and kissing her forehead, "Anything I can do for you love?"

Her breathing has slowed back down to a regular pattern, lying together in silence for some time. Sighing, "I feel gross, sweaty; I think I want a shower. I don't think I will be able to settle completely unless I do." Throwing the sheet back and looking at her pants that are now sticking to her legs. "Ugh, I am sorry, I won't be long. Could you change the sheets as well? There are some clean ones in the wardrobe." Walking across the bedroom to the bathroom door, "George?" wanting his attention, "Thank you." Nodding his head that he heard her, she is turning the shower on and stripping down to bare skin, stepping into cool water. Leaning her head back and letting the water run down her body, trying to get the memory of that night out of her mind, starting to scrub her body. Scrubbing herself until her body is red and raw, not wanting to remember the feeling of that woman on her. Finally clean enough for the moment, placing both hands on the wall in front of her, hanging her head and letting the water wash through her hair. Crying silently and shaking slightly. Not realizing how long she has been in the shower, George is knocking on the door.

"Hermione," Cracking the door, "Are you ok?" Waiting for a response and getting none, "Meenie, are you ok?" The silence is deafening, "Love, please just say something, I will leave you alone just say something to me." Hearing the water shut off, picking up her towel off the counter. "Crack the door and I will hand your towel to you." Cracking the door, putting her arm through and taking the towel from him, "Well, I guess, I will be in the bedroom when you want to talk."

"George," her voice cracking, "Please wait." Wrapping the towel around her and exiting the shower. Dripping and standing there unsure what to do next, rubbing her hands on her arms which are still a bright red from the vigorous scrubbing she had given them. Taking another towel from the counter and walking towards her, he slowly starts drying her hair by squeezing and patting the locks that are hanging over her shoulder. Turning her around and doing the same thing with the rest of her hair. Turning herself, she looks at him, "I am sorry, it has been so long since anyone has been around when I have had a nightmare I forget how to act."

"I am here for whatever you need," wrapping the towel around her shoulders and pulling her into him, "Just don't shut me out. That is all I ask."

"I will try."

"That's all I can ask." Kissing her cheek, "Now there are clean sheets on the bed and you need sleep. We can talk more tomorrow. I will leave you so you can dress," Closing the door behind him.

Rubbing her face and pulling on the clothes she had brought in with her, hopeful that she will be able to fall back asleep. Checking her hair, he had dried it pretty well but to help tame it more, she braided it in two long braids. Exiting the bathroom, seeing George leaning against the headboard with a book in his hands, smiling at him, she knows he won't go back to sleep until she does. She is climbing back into bed, kissing him on the lips, "Thank you again."

"No thanks needed, I am here for you." Putting his arm around her and pulling her in close, "Want to read a little to me?" Showing her the book in his hands, "I would love to hear you read some of it."

"Sure," settling in next to him, "Let me have the book."

"Scoot down for a minute," pulling her in between his legs settling her back against his chest, "That's better; I can see the pictures too."

"There aren't any pictures."

"I know that" laughing and nuzzling her neck, "Now I can have two of my favorite things, hearing your voice and having my arms around you."

Sighing and leaning back against him, "As long as you are sure you want to listen to me, this is a love story and tragedy all in one."

"I just want to hear your voice. I know you love this story; you told me so in school."

"Fine, I warned you," Clearing her throat, "Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene." Reading to him for the next hour or better until she heard his breathing slow and his arms loosen their grasp on her. Setting the book down next to them, too comfortable to move, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep as well.

Slowly opening her eyes, she is lying on her side and George is still asleep with his arms around her. Groaning and wiggling away from him besides needing to use the bathroom she is starving. After finishing in the bathroom, walking down the hallway into the kitchen she is starting to pull food from the fridge and pans from the cabinet. Looking at the clock, 8 am, starting to work on breakfast, frying bacon and mixing pancake batter. At least I can do, he was up with me and will be hungry when he wakes up. Smiling to herself, Chocolate chip pancakes, that will be even better. She is taking her time, wanting this to be good, finishing the pancakes, putting them on a plate with bacon and eggs. At last, taking a tray with the food and juice into the bedroom, George is sitting up on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes.

"Morning, love," Looking at the tray she is carrying and smiling, "Breakfast in bed, sounds great? Thank you, I will be right back." He is walking into the bathroom; she is settling down in bed and waiting for him to return. Returning to bed and settling down next to her, "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night," leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you again," leaning back against the headboard after stealing a piece of bacon and thinking about last night. He is watching her as he takes a bite out of the chocolate chip pancakes "They have gotten better over the last year. I don't have them near as often as I had been having them. At first I had them every night that was the first one in a month." Sighing and taking another piece of bacon "I just hate that you have to see me like that."

"Everyone has something they fear and we have all had to face those fears at some point in stage over the last several years." Eating more of the breakfast before him, "We just have to work together to get through them. Like I said last night, just don't shut me out. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"I know, I hate burdening others with my problems."

"We are going to be married soon and not to mention," Lacing his fingers through hers "you were my friend before anything else." Sitting together in comfortable silence as George is continuing to eat the breakfast she fixed for him. "Did you eat anything more than those two pieces of bacon?"

"My stomach bothers me after a nightmare," shaking her head, "I will eat later after it settles a bit more." Pulling his hand into her lap and stroking the top of his hand, "Have you thought about the offer at Hogwarts?"

"I am going to owl McGonagall today before she changes her mind about letting me back in the castle." Setting the tray that held his breakfast on the floor and then turning to look at her "Are ok with me taking the job? I would understand if you didn't want me to. I mean, not wanting to work and live together, it would be a lot."

"It is a big castle, you can't annoy me more than you did when we were there. I have my ways of ignoring you." Smiling at him, "I think you would be good with kids especially those who don't like to fly. You got me on a broom."

Flashback

"Where do you think you are going George?"

"Merlin's pants!" Whipping around towards the voice from the corner, "God Meenie you scared me. What are you still doing up?"

"Homework, I have been helping Ron and Harry all night and I now need to get me own done." Looking at the young wizard standing before her, walking towards him placing her hands on her hips, "I ask again, where are you going?"

Swallowing hard, looking at the woman in front of him, the only one that scares him almost as much as his mum. "Umm, nothing."

"George, just out with it I am not going to take any house points." Sitting on the couch in front of the fire, "You are going out without Fred and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Sitting down next to her and pulling a small object out of his pocket, "I wanted to go and fly for a bit." Showing her his shrunken broomstick slumping lower and she can see the hurt on his face, "I miss flying and I just wanted a little time." It has been several weeks since his Quidditch ban was put in place and she can tell he is hurting.

"I am sorry that happen." Shrugging his shoulders, he knew she was sincere. She always is. "Just be careful, please?"

"Come with me?"

"You know I don't fly."

"I know you don't like heights. I won't take you up high."

"I don't know." Picking at her finger tips like she does when she is nervous.

"Who would you trust more on a broom? Harry?"

Shaking her head and looking at him, "You are the only one I would trust."

"Then come with me."

"Ok." Standing up and smoothing out her jumper and repositioning her jeans.

"What?"

"You better not drop me."

"Never Meenie," Taking her hand, "Let's go before you change your mind." Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her. "You can trust me."

End of Flashback

"I trusted you enough to get on a broom with you, even after Ron dumped me off at the Burrow that summer. I would like it if you taught, we would have quarters at Hogwarts for us to share and we would have Floo access back here."

"Charlie and I could torture you and Amanda," Pulling her into his lap speaking quietly in her ear, "Plus then I can do this whenever I want to." Kissing her softly and moving his lips against hers. Leaning into him, wrapping her arm around his neck and deepening the kiss. Breaking the kiss, kissing his cheek then his jaw, turning her attention to his ear she begins to nuzzle it with her nose. He is rubbing the outside of her thigh, "I like it when you do that." Taking his encouragement, she takes his ear lobe between her lips, tugging just a little with her teeth, making him moan and grab her hip. Licking the shell of his ear lightly, sending shivers down his spine. "I won't complain if you do that either." Placing a hand on her neck, cupping her face, kissing her soundly again. Leaning his head against her, "Let's spend the day inside, we can sit in the living room and watch movies and I can snog you senseless all day."

"I think that sounds like fun." Nestling her face in the crook of his neck, "I love spending time with you," pecking his lips, "Kissing you isn't bad either."

"Isn't bad? I like to think my kisses are quite wonderful." Pulling her into a deep kiss, caressing her lips with his tongue, getting her to open up to him, lacing his fingers into her hair and rubbing the back of her head with his fingertips. "Still not bad?"

"That's better but we can work on it today." Smiling at him, she gets off his lap and crawls out of bed, "Come on lazy, get up and want to watch a sappy movie or a comedy?"

"Do you really have to ask that?" Throwing the covers back and grabbing the duvet off the bed and wrapping it around her. "Take this with you, I will grab the breakfast stuff and bring it out."

She is walking down the hallway into the living room, looking at her couch and chair and shaking her head. Taking a cushion off the couch and transfiguring it into a large bean bag, big enough for two people to comfortably to snuggle down in. Grabbing a movie from her cabinet of movies, most muggleborns she knew didn't keep muggle items such as TV's or radios around but she needed the distraction at time to help take her mind off things. Putting the movie in and settling down "You coming in here George?"

"Just a minute, getting us something to drink. What did you decide on watching?"

"I picked a comedy that is all I am going to tell you."

"Ok, I am ready." Handing her a glass of pumpkin juice and sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her. Snuggling in as the opening music, who you going to call? Ghostbusters! Looking over at her and laughing, "A movie about ghosts? Nearly Headless Nick would be so upset that they didn't ask him to be in it."

"Shush and just watch it. You will like it. If not you can pick the next one." Together they settle in and quiet down to watch the campy movie. Leaning her head against his shoulder Hermione is smiling softly about the man she is snuggling. Who would have ever thought that George Weasley, prince of pranks, would have been so caring and wonderful? She knew he was good person in school but there is a difference between being a friend in school and being an understanding young man who loves someone with such emotional baggage. Tipping her head enough to look at him, she is surprised that he is looking back at her, "Everything ok George?"

"Perfect," kissing her on the lips, placing his hand on her face, caressing her cheek, "Absolutely perfect," then kissing her on the forehead and sinking further down in the chair pulling her closer.

Tap, tap, tap

Groaning as she gets up, "I am sick of bloody owls. I want a day of peace and quiet just to be with you."

"It's one owl Hermione, it will be fine." Laughing at her as she stalks into the kitchen to open the window, calling to her "Who is it from?"

"Fleur," reading as she is walking back in the living room, "She is inviting the girls to her parents' home for a weekend. Like a get to know each other get away," handing him the invitation in her hand and giggling, "It would be nice to get to know the girls."

Weasley Women Weekend

For all current and future Weasley women let us get together and get to know one another better. We all will need each other to deal with the stubborn Weasley (and Potter – might as well be Weasley) men in our lives. Come to my family home in Versailles and we will spend the time learning about each other.

Each of us should bring wine, chocolate, your swimsuit and your favorite pajamas.

And for those of you who know the boys, any embarrassing stories you can remember.

"Oi! Stubborn Weasley men? Maybe the boys should all get together and talk about you girls?"

"Hey, you all can be quite stubborn, I think it is a ginger thing." Settling back in next to him, whispering in his ear, "But I wouldn't have you any other way." Taking the paper from him and placing it on the coffee table, "Let me know what your brothers say when you suggest you all have a sleep over." Giggling into his shoulder at his grunt of disapproval, "Now shush again and let's watch the movie."

"Fine," wrapping his arm around her and mumbling, "I am not stubborn." She knew he wasn't upset just playing with her, taking his hand in hers and kissing his knuckles. Laying there through the end of that movie and allowing George to pick the next one. "I am not picking anything romantic, just so you know, I want to see some action!" calling out to her as she is fixing them lunch.

"Fine, whatever you want to watch." Bringing two plates in with sandwiches and crisps in with her, he is already in his seat and the movie is in. "So what did you decide on?"

"It is going to be a surprise. Let me have a sandwich Meenie." Taking a plate from her and then a big bite out of the sandwich conjuring a lower table to sit directly in front of them while they eat. "Here we go," pressing play on the remote.

Watching as the screen changed, smiling as she recognizes the movie, "George do you even know what movie this is?"

"No, I just liked the cover."

Shaking her head and laughing, "You will like this movie, a lot but it isn't quite an action movie but it is fun. It has one of my favorite lines ever." Closing her eyes and thinking about it.

"What is it?"

"It makes me think of something Ginny said about being your sister, that growing up with you and Fred make her believe anything is possible." Looking at the confused look on his face, "My favorite line is The only way to achieve the impossible, is to believe it's possible, Ginny always looked up to you two, both of you are brilliant with what you can do with charms and transfiguration for the shop. I happen to agree with her." Instead of saying anything further, George is showing his appreciation for what she said but pulling her in closer and kissing the top of her head and sighing contentedly. Settling in and watching the movie, she is enjoying the site of George watching the movie rather than watching the actual movie. He is laughing, smiling, wrinkling his nose, quirking one side of his mouth, in general making so many different faces and probably not even realizing that he is. They continue the day by spending the afternoon watching movies and munching on food just enjoying each other. Approaching dinner time, sighing and stretching "Do you want to get out of the flat and get some food? Or are you up for more of my cooking?"

"I quite enjoy your cooking but I think let's go out, we can head out into Muggle London if you want and get something." George is standing up and holding out his hand to Hermione, "Let's get changed and we can head out." Walking through down the hallway and pulling clothes out of their respective wardrobes. Tugging her shirt up and over her head with her back to George is completely surprised and is standing there with a slightly awed look on his face as she is buttoning up the shirt is pulled on.

"What?" Looking at his face "Does seeing me undressed make you nervous," Walking slowly towards George, running her hand up his chest and wrapping around his neck.

Putting his arms around her waist, "Nervous, no, I was surprised to see you like that and you are so bloody gorgeous. It makes me think all sorts of things about you." Kissing her neck and teasing her stomach with his fingers, playing with the hem of her shirt. Listening to her hum as he is kissing down her neck and licking her collarbone. "What are you thinking about love?" Giggling at him and shaking her head no, "Come on, I just want to know what is going through that head of yours." Dropping to his knees and placing small kisses around her waist, lifting her short just enough to see bare skin to place a couple of kisses. Running her fingers through his hair, she is laughing at the feeling. "So are you going to tell me now what you are thinking about?" Shaking her head again, "Well then, I will have to get it out of you one way or another." Picking her up and tossing her on the bed, he climbs up and straddles her legs and brings her hands above her head, "I think I could tickle it out of you," using one hand to hold hers and dropping the other down to her side. Leaning down close to her ear, "But if you tell me, I won't tickle you." Mumbling something and turning red as a tomato turning her head so she doesn't have to look at his face. "Sorry, I didn't get that, what did you say?"

Sighing and opening her mouth to speak then closing it again. "It's embarrassing."

"Really, I have known you since you were eleven, it can't be that embarrassing." Kissing her on the neck and inching his fingers up her side over her shirt, "Start talking before my fingers start moving." Pushing his fingertips against her side and slowly starting to move them back and forth. Closing her eyes and arching her back against the bed and therefore against George, he is groaning in response. Pressing himself against her, putting his lips against her ear, "Now you sexy witch are you going to tell me what you are thinking about. Nothing you can say will be that bad."

"Fine," licking her lips and biting her lip, speaking as quietly as she can, "I was thinking about how I felt when you had your hands on me the other night." Turning bright red, figuring she might as well just say it all, "I get this weird feeling in my stomach when you kiss me like that. All warm and I feel like all I want to do is keep kissing you."

Kissing her with everything he has, letting her hands drop from his grasp bringing that hand down to her face. Caressing her face and next with his hand as he licks her lips, requesting entrance to her mouth. Opening her mouth stroking his tongue with hers, she is rubbing her hands down his back and slipping them under his shirt. Lightly scratching his back with her nails, "Gods Hermione, I like it when you do that. I also liked putting my hands on you that night." Kissing her lips, "I would do it again if you wanted me too," kissing her neck, nuzzling her ear, "Right now if you wanted to."

"Let's just keep doing what we are doing and we can see where it goes," Kissing him deeply before he can answer. She is pulling his shirt up and over his head, dragging her nails down his chest on her way back down to his waist around his sides and coming to rest on his back. Moaning and grinding himself against her, rolling over and pulling her up on top of him, bringing both of his hands up and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. As more of her skin is being uncovered his is stroking her skin dragging his thumbs over the swell of her breast then back down towards the valley between them, "Gods you are amazing looking. I could just stare at you all day."

"George?"

"Yes, love?" Nibbling on her ear lobe and running a hand across her bare back.

"I am not sure what to do."

"Whatever you feel comfortable with, touch me," stroking her back, "Kiss me," kissing her neck, "Grab me," grabbing her bum with his hands. "This is all about figuring out what you like and about feeling good."

"Ok," kissing down his neck and licking his collarbone eliciting a groan from him. "So can you feel my tongue ring on you?" She is dropping her head to lick his nipple, flattening her tongue against his sensitive skin.

"Sweet Circe!" grabbing her arse and pulling her against him, "Yes I can, when you do that and when I kiss you. Gods it is a turn on." With that admission, she flattened her tongue against the opposite nipple and then as he was moaning in approval, she bit down lightly sending shivers across his whole body. Wrapping his arms around her and finding the closure on her bra, taking it off of her and throwing it across the room and flipping her on her back. "Time for a little pay back," bringing his hand up to caress her breast running his thumb over her nipple. "What the…"

"Surprise!" Smirking at him, "Like it?"

A low growl came from the back of George's throat before his lips crashed down on hers. Licking and sucking down her neck and latching onto her nipple, swirling his tongue around it and taking it between his teeth. Letting go, she whimpered at the loss of contact, "You are going to kill me. Any other surprises I need to know about?" Kissing and licking down her stomach as she shakes her head no, sucking on the spot directly above her bellybutton. "I am so turned on right now, I can't even think straight." Licking a circle around her bellybutton, "Anything in particular you want right now?" He is kissing her hip, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp; grabbing his head with her hands she jerks her hips.

"Just keep touching me," panting and scratching his scalp and threading his hair through his fingers, "I don't know what to say."

Inching her shorts down a little more, baring more of her hips and her flat tummy. Kissing it and licking the bare skin, "If you don't like something, say so, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Coming back up and kissing her on the lips, dipping his tongue in her mouth, tracing the inside of her upper lip with his tongue. Grabbing his hips, she is tracing small circles around his hip bones and dropping just below his pant line causing him to moaning and grind. Rolling over on his side, off the bed, Hermione is looking at him, confused. Pulling her over towards him, "Love, I have never done this but I want to, for you." Kneeling between her legs with his butt on his feet, kissing her knee, running his hands up the outside of her thigh. He is sliding her shorts up her leg, exposing more of her to him, kissing and licking her leg, running his hands up her calves. Raising up off his feet and hovering over her stomach, slowly inching her shorts down. Kissing her stomach and hips as he lowers them, her breathing is quickening. "Are you ok, Meenie?" looking up at her, she is up on her elbows, looking down at him with a look of surprise on her face, slowly shaking her head yes. "Then lay back and relax." He is pulling her shorts the rest of the way down her legs, slowly sliding her feet out of them and tossing them to the side, kissing her knee. "You are beautiful, I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life looking at your body," slowly kissing the inside of her thigh, inch by inch, slowly working his way to his ultimate goal. Kissing the junction of her thigh and hip, inhaling her scent, God she smells exquisite looking at the sight before him. She is shaved bare; he has never been in this position before and places a light kiss right above her sex. Dropping lower, slowly dipping his tongue within her, licking her from bottom to top causing her to jerk up. "Oh George! That's… Aagghh." She is moving and twitching, pulling one leg over his shoulder and wrapping his hand around her thigh, then wrapping his other arm over her other thigh to attempt to hold her in place. Licking her he is enjoying this as much as she is. She is groaning and arching her back into him. Taking one of his hands from her thigh using his fingers to help spread her lips to open her up to him. Smiling before leaning in and running his tongue over her tight little bundle of nerves making her grasp his head pulling him in further against her core. Running his tongue around her in a tight circle, sucking it into his mouth, he is inserting a finger into her. He can feel her starting to tighten around his finger, wanting to send her over the edge, he inserts a second finger and starts to curling it back and forth like his is telling her to come here, he is running his tongue over and around her clit. "Oh George! I am so close!" Wanting to feel her come undone under him, he nips at her sending her over the edge, causing her to squeeze her legs together around his head. "Oh my… Yes! Holy bloody hell!" Writhing and wiggling under him as he licks her lightly wanting to taste her after her release, licking her one last time completely before raising up to see her up on her elbows again, holding her gaze he is licking each of his fingers clean the look of lust in her eyes was indescribable. "Get up here." Not needing to be told twice, he is up on the bed and kissing her in a flash. Rolling him on his back continuing to kiss him, she is reaching for the bulge in his pants. Rubbing him through his pants, she has never been this forward with him before but is not going to stop her this time. Thrusting his hips towards her hand "My turn," she says. Looking at him, pulling his pants down enough for her to finally see him, he is huge. Long, straight, thick, she has never seen a man in this context.

"Don't do anything you don't want to." Taking her hand, "I wanted to do that, you don't have to reciprocate."

"I want to try something, I haven't done anything like this and I want to try." Pushing him back on the bed and running her hand across his stomach and grabbing his hip as she is kissing him hard and fast. Dragging her fingers down towards his thigh then across his cock, just touching him with her fingertips, "You will tell me what you like, right?" Nodding his head, she leans over to kiss his chest and slowly wrapping her hand around him causing him to hiss. Moaning as she slowly strokes him up and down, feeling the resistance. Watching her from his elbows, right now he is just enjoying what she is doing, after a few strokes, realizing she needs something to help the motion. Removing her hand from him dipping her fingers between her legs and he groans at the sight, as she is gripping her hand around him he can feel the slick moisture from her center, hissing at the feeling and the sight of her using her own juices to stroke him. Slowly sliding her hand up and down, applying more pressure as he moans. Kissing his chest and stomach as she is twisting her hand around him, dropping her fingers down to feel his balls, he jerks up off the bed. Cupping her hand around them and pulling ever so slightly causing him to sigh, "Merlin, I love your hands." Encircling his shaft as she is stroking him faster and stronger, twisting her hand up and around over the top of his head, squeezing tighter as she is stroking down, "That's it, I am going to come!" Arching his back up of the bed and thrusting him into her hand and shuddering as he spills out over her hand and his stomach. Removing her hand from him as he continues to lie on his back, looking over at her. She is keeping his gaze as he did to her, lowering her tongue to his stomach she licks up his seed. Looking up at him as she is licking his stomach he is stroking her hair, "God you are amazing." Pulling her up to him and wrapping his arms around her and sighing, "How are you doing?"

"Outstanding," snuggling into his side, "Although I think I should put some clothes on. I am laying here completely naked where as you still have your pants on, well sort of." Giggling to herself at the sight of them.

"I like you naked," Kissing her forehead, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Just being you. And letting me experience that with you." Pulling her in for a kiss, "Let's get dressed and get that dinner you promised me." Slowly pulling his pants up over his hips watching her as she is walking into the bathroom, naked, gliding across the floor. Grabbing his clothes off the floor that he dropped also grabbing her clothes for her and knocking on the door and cracking it open to set her clean clothes on the counter. "Here you go Meenie."

"Thank you, I am almost done if you want to get in here." Taking a few more minutes to get cleaned up and dressed. Walking out of the bedroom, George is standing there in his boxers, waiting to get in the bathroom to clean up as well. "I will wait for you in the kitchen." While waiting for him to get ready, deciding to pen a response to Fleur, accepting the offer for a weekend away with the girls. Also cleaning up some of the dishes from the day, thinking about the day, she doesn't notice George creeping up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her while she is washing the dishes, kissing her neck, "Now don't start that again."

"I can't help it you are so delectable. I love being able to touch and kiss you."

"You my dear are a big romantic, just don't want to admit it," drying her hands off on the towel next to the kitchen sink, "Let's get going, I am starving." She is putting her arm through his, the exit her complex and walk towards a small deli in the neighborhood for food, soup and a sandwich for Hermione and fish and chips for George. Settling in for dinner, they are content as they discuss their plans for Hogwarts and the coming months with all of the weddings. Both counting their blessings that they have the other person in their lives, they have been through so much together.

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