WARNING SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE DO NOT READ IF NOT 16+
Plodding upstairs to bed she opened the door to George’s room and climbed down under the covered and turned off the light. They both lay there in perfect silence, both knew that the other was awake but didn’t dare disturb the silence. The tension was getting too much to bare for Hermione, suddenly a hand pulled her over onto her back and before she knew it, George had slammed his lips down on hers. It felt like a good few minutes before either of them stopped to say something,
‘I know your still hurting Hermione,” George said through kisses, “And I want to help you through the pain,”
They we’re sharing their pain.
“I want to help you Hermione,” he said again through kisses. Hermione ran her hands up the back if his shirt and cradled his hips, massaging his bottom lip with hers. Their hearts melting together, their bodies becoming one, his toned body fitting perfectly like a jigsaw with her. Her body so petit and perfectly proportioned. George couldn’t get enough of her; he spread his big hands spreading all over her body. She fiddled with the rim of his boxer shorts and along the side of his leg, running her hands through his hair vigorously, teasing him with her tongue. Hermione couldn’t bare this anymore; she pulled George’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside. They slowed down until they came to a stop, they were both breathing heavily against each other’s cheek. George stroked the hair out of Hermione’s eyes,
“Merry Christmas Hermione,” He smiled against her cheek.
By the morning their bodies we’re hot and sweaty and laid together perfectly in George’s bed. His arms wrapped around her stomach, pulled together close. Their noses touching lightly their souls intertwined together and their fingers interlocked. And when Mrs Weasley found them she smiled to herself, she pulled some spare parchment from the back of her jeans and scribbled,
‘Don’t say I told you so’
And with that she picked up the dirty washing and left. As the door slammed shut Hermione’s eyes opened, unlike George who was still unaware that it was 9 o’clock on Christmas Day. If it were a few years ago the whole Weasley household would be alive with Christmas, but seeing as their children were older and mature they needed a lot more sleep. She got out of bed and pulled her girl boxers on and George’s shirt, it smelt of him and seeing as he was still asleep it was the closest thing to him. Looking around as her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Mrs Weasley’s note on her bedside table and picked it up too read. George gave a little snort and rolled over onto his right side. Unfolding the parchment she read the message and giggled lightly to herself as not to wake him, but it was too late. There was a rustling of bed sheets and Hermione screwed up the parchment and threw it into the nearest bin, However George’s hands had found her waist.
“Did you know…?” He started, kissing down her neck, “That kisses are a sign of love, intimacy, promises and commitment?”
“Wow, George you do read books!?” Hermione chuckled, “C’mon let’s go for breakfast,”
“Can I have my shirt back?” George asked rubbing his arms in the cold
“No, count it as a Christmas present,” Hermione smiled, George picked up another shirt from his collection on the floor and his boxers and ran out after Hermione who had picked up some of Ginny’s black gym bottoms and they raced each other to the bottom, Hermione would have won if George hadn’t apparated down. Everyone was sat around the big wooden table that famously sat in the middle of the Weasley’s kitchen. She sat down and wished everyone a Merry Christmas and got kisses from all of them, none as special as the ones she got from George. Being first and second to leave the table, they got up and casually sidled outside into the snow, laughing and joking around they found a space under the famous Weasley apple tree and cleared the snow for them as a seat. Getting his jeans slightly dirty, George didn’t mind being a seat and pulled Hermione onto his warm lap. Both of them, together, slowly drifted in and out of sleep.
~ 10 Years Later ~
“Alex! Lily! Hannah!” Hermione called from the kitchen, her noticeable bump was getting in the way again as she was trying to cook, six year old Alex, four year old Lily and two year old Hannah all ran down the stairs at once, “Daddy’s going to be home soon with Uncle Fred and Auntie Angelina so Alex please set the table, Hannah be a good girl and put the cat out and Lily can you keep a eye out for your father,” Hermione had been slaving away all morning over the stove and the weight on her back as it was didn’t help with the strain of cooking.
“Mummy, their coming!” Lily cried
“Excellent! Alex, hurry with those spoons please darling,” Hermione shoved her tea towel over her shoulders and opened the door to their cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole. Flinging her arms around her husband’s neck she kissed him softly on the lips
“I missed you George,”
“I missed you more ‘Mione,” he grinned
“Daddy!” Their children shrieked. Bending down George scooped all three of them into his arms and gave them all a kiss on the cheek. Meanwhile Hermione’s attention was elsewhere,
“Angelina! Look how big you’ve gotten!”
“Me? What about you? How long have you got?”
“Another two months,”
“My, my, you really getting along,” Angelina smiled, “Excited George?”
“Oh yes, very excited,” he smiled hitching Hannah up onto his hips and giving a kiss on Hermione’s forehead, “I’m very proud of what Hermione has to put up with,”
“Fred sorry, didn’t see you there, come in!”
“We’ll where do you think I was?” he asked giving Hermione a kiss on the cheek
“Uncle Fred!” the children cried once more, “Tell us a story Uncle Fred,”
“Go get settled in the living room and I will,” Fred said dumping the bags in the kitchen. Everyone pilled into the living room and sat around. Fred infront of the fire tickling the cats tummy, who had seem to have found it’s way back in again, the three children around in a circle, Angelina on the two seated sofa and George in the big armchair with Hermione on the arm. George looked around, he was so lucky to have all this, a loving wife, three beautiful children, soon to be four, and a stable home. He turned and looked up at Hermione whose big blue eyes gazed down into his,
She kissed all along the back of his neck. His shoulders that were high and tensed were slowly sinking and relaxing as Hermione’s palms and fingers worked their way around them. His neck rolled back and he gave a sigh of ecstasy, she kissed down his neck and then on his lips.
“Remember Albus Dumbledore? We were at school when he was headmaster, and in our fifth year when Sirius escaped, and in our last year we formed Dumbledore’s army against Dolores Umbridge who used to work for the Ministry, and we then went on to fight in the final battle against Voldemort,” Fred went on
The children put their hands over their mouths and gasped in shock and excitement
“Fred should you really be telling them this?” Angelina asked concerned
“Let me get the straight Uncle Fred,” Alex said with his arms folded, “You, Mum and Dad fought in the war against Voldemort? And Survived?”
“Straight as wood Alex,”
“Cool!” Alex exasperated jumping up with his imaginary wand, “I wanna be like Uncle Fred, Dad, when I get big I wanna fight against him!” he made wand noises out of the end of his finger
“’gainst Vole-d-der-mort!” shrieked Hannah, her biscuit red curls bouncing up and down. Hermione tutting in the background
“I don’t think you’ll have to Alex, but there’s no reason why you can’t fight any other dark wizards, but all in good time eh?” Fred bent down and patted Alex's head
“I wanna be an Auroror like Mummy and Daddy,” Alex grinned toothily, “Well Mummy’s not an Auroror anymore, she looks after people!”
“Yeh, when you mum found out she was having you she didn’t want to risk it, so for 6 months of the 9 she trained to be a Healer, and being one of the brightest witches of her generation she is a pretty damn good one too! And when ever you fall off your broom –
“Go to Mummy cos she knows what to do,” Alex recited
“Exactly,” George nodded, “And there’s no one quite like your mum to look after you eh?” He smiled up at Hermione who had gone a bit red in her cheeks, “Go on, go up and get washed kids, get ready for dinner,” and he ushered them upstairs. He turned round and embraced Hermione in his warm strong loving tender arms,
“Look’s like the war really is over ‘Mione,” he smiled and kissed her gently.
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