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Chapter 1 : Attraction
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Reminder: Story is rated Mature. This is an AU fic (non-canon compliant). Fred & George never left Hogwarts in OoTp.
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-- George Weasley --
It was a quiet Sunday in the Hogwarts castle. The Gryffindor Common Room was empty save for a brunette huddled by the fireplace.
Hermione Granger was pouring over books while nearly everyone else enjoyed a pleasant afternoon at Hogsmede. Feverishly turning pages of The Rift between the Magical and Muggle communities, she felt ridiculously behind schedule. She had never found herself in a situation where an essay was due in three days and she hadn’t completed it. All thanks to that one stupid topic which she couldn’t find any information on in the three books she had borrowed from the Library.
Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip as she continued searching through the book, taking in the words deeply and hoping desperately that she could find what she was looking for. Someone cleared their throat but she paid no heed. Once again, the person repeated the action and annoyance flitted across her features. She looked up to find George – or maybe Fred – Weasley looking at her.
“Yes, what is it? I’m busy George – er Fred?” She mumbled.
The red-haired seventh year chuckled. “It’s George ‘Mione. Seriously, five years of knowing the Weasleys and you still can’t differentiate between us.”
She chose to ignore the swooping sensation in her stomach and kept her mind on her book. “I’m busy George."
He gave an exasperated sigh.
“And just what are you busy with?”
“Can’t you see?” she snapped. “I’m trying to find information on how the Muggles first learned about wizards and what caused them to hate us, but there’s nothing here. Absolutely nothing! I’ve searched through five books already and can’t find a singlething! On top of that, the essay is due on Monday!” she almost screamed, throwing up her hands in irritation, and George watched her with amusement.
“Nothing, just wondering how someone could get so worked up over a single essay,” he grinned and she rolled her eyes.
“I am taking my O.W.L.S this year George, and this might come in the exam!”
“Woah Hermione, relax. Here, allow me to offer you a No-Stress-Just-Rest candy from the Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes!”
She raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. "No thanks, I'd rather not. I am sorry for being so rude, but I’ve got work to do so go chat up someone else. Why aren’t you in Hogsmede anyway?” she wondered out loud and George ran a hand through his hair, sighing.
“Well, I was in Hogsmede with Fred, but then he found some leggy blonde and took her to Three Broomsticks, and now I know he’s not going to be back until later tonight,” he smirked and Hermione shook her head. “So, I went to Zonko’s alone whiling away my time. There I got into an argument with Zonko himself on who invented the Blumbering Bogies. I’m pretty sure it was Harnuck the Second but Zonko insists it was his father! Seriously, that guy is such a fake!” George ranted, muttering angrily.
“But I thought you liked him?” Hermione responded, shocked.
“Well I did, until he decided to take credit for something he, or I should say his father, didn't do. I also happen to be a great fan of Harnuck the Second, seriously that guy has invented some amazing fun stuff, and I can't take it if Zonko is refusing to acknowledge his work. It really is not fair to take credit for someone else's stuff.”
The brunette felt a rush of warmth and respect towards the older Weasley twin and smiled. “What have you decided to do about it? Or are you going to just let it be?”
“I sure as hell won’t let it be. I told him I’ll prove it was Harnuck and came here to get the information from the library," he paused. "But now that I’m here, I don’t feel like going, so I’m just hoping someone could do me a favour, look up the information and give me that book so I can shove it in Zonko’s face,” At this he gave Hermione a hopeful grin and she narrowed her eyes.
“George, if you think I’m going to abandon my essay which is due on Monday to look up information on Blumbering Bogies – when I don’t even know what in Merlin’s name they are – you’re mistaken. Now go off to the library and do your research, and leave me to my Muggle Studies assignment,” she sighed before picking up her abandoned book and then almost dropped it back again.
George had reached out and touched her arm, sending a jolt of electricity pulsing through her at the gesture.
‘This is so stupid. Get over yourself Hermione,’ she scolded herself mentally. The crush she was developing on George Weasley was not going to do her any good, or so she thought.
Ignoring her thumping heart, Hermione looked at him in question.
“I got this brilliant idea - let’s go to the library together!” When she opened her mouth to protest, George pressed on, “Look, you said you can’t find anything worthwhile in those books of yours. So, we can actually go together and help each other. I took Muggle Studies in fifth year so I can provide some input and you're a good researcher... we'll make a good team," he finished with a wink.
When she continued to look doubtful, George removed his hand from her arm and instead laced his fingers through hers. She looked shocked but he gave her a sly smile, squeezing her palm. “Please ‘Mione. Please?” He murmured leaning slightly closer to her and her heart fluttered. It was as if he knew of the effect he was having on her.
She gulped and nodded, not trusting herself to speak coherently. George’s face broke into a stunning smile and she couldn’t help but smile too. His happiness was infectious.
“Come on,” He tugged at her arm and she got up, smoothing out her Gryffindor skirt and blouse, and brushing her bushy curls behind her shoulder. She didn’t notice George looking at her intently as she closed her book and arranged the parchment and quills with it neatly on the little table.
“I’ll just go get my robes. It was so hot I left them in the dormitory,” she informed the boy who was already very much aware of that fact.
“Uh… I don’t think there should be a need for that. It’s still hot, and it's the weekend. Nobody wears uniforms on weekends," he muttered but she merely shrugged in response.
Their fingers were still interlaced as they left the common room and Hermione blushed slightly but didn’t remove her hand from his grasp. It felt surprisingly nice to have his warm, rough and big palm into her small soft one.
“What are you smiling about?” George asked her but she shook her head.
George couldn’t help but notice how sweet and simple Hermione was. There was absolutely no make-up on her face, her skirt was a decent length (unlike many other girls around the school) and her shirt was neatly tucked in. Yet, she looked beautiful. He couldn’t imagine how he’d failed to notice this before and subconsciously pulled her a little closer towards him.
“We’re here,” Hermione announced unnecessarily as they entered through the double-doors of the Hogwarts Library. It was deserted except for Madam Pince and a small first year sitting at one of the tables, pouring over a book.
The pair walked across bookshelves and aisles until they reached the very back of the library. Two round tables with a few chairs and a couch was placed there with dim light making its way through the windows.
“No one really comes here,” George told her in a soft voice and she looked up at him, her eyes boring into his. She felt a sudden pull towards him and nervously bit her lip as he continued to gaze at her.
“Erm, we…we should find the b-book right?” she mumbled and he almost snapped out of a trance.
“Right,” he ran his free hand through his hair and walked to the nearest shelf. “There are very limited books on joke products and stuff so we won’t have to search long.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve read most of them.”
“You have?” He blinked at her and she gave a small smile, shrugging. He laughed. “Of course you’ve. There’s not a type of book you haven’t read, Miss Hermione bookworm Granger,” he teased and she hit his shoulder playfully.
After a few minutes of searching, George exclaimed suddenly. “I found it! I bet it’s in here!” He gestured to a book entitled Funniest (and nastiest) joke products: Makers and Uses. “But there are two editions,” he frowned, pointing at another book.
“Well, let’s have a look at both then," Hermione grabbed the other one and made her way to the desk. His hand on her shoulder stopped her and she chided herself mentally as another wave of electricity jolted through her.
“Let’s go to the couch. It’s much more comfortable,” he didn’t wait for a response. With his hand on the small of her back, he guided her to the small yet comfortable-looking brown couch.
Hermione instantly curled up on one side, her eyes scanning the text in the book while George sat beside her, reading his own but occasionally flitting his gaze at the girl next to him. The exposed skin of her leg – her skirt had ridden up quite a bit – came in contact with George’s and she almost jumped, embarassingly pulling down the hem of her skirt. However, George didn’t seem to have noticed as his face suddenly shone with excitement.
“I’ve found it!” he whooped and she laughed. He turned to show her the passage on Blumbering Bogies where it was indeed written that they were invented by Harnuck the Second. “Take that you ass Zonko,” he mumbled to himself and Hermione slapped his arm.
“That’s so crude George,” she told him off and he chuckled.
“Aw, come on ‘Mione,” he casually put his hand around her shoulders and he smiled as she let out a soft sigh.
He kissed her hair on impulse and her eyes widened as she pulled back and he gave a sheepish smile.
“Erm, let’s look for your, uh, Muggle Studies thing then?”
She nodded though her cheeks were still red.
They got up slowly and started to make their way to the Muggle Studies section. It wasn’t far from the Jokes one, and they found themselves in an almost hidden area of the library – one darker than the others.
“Not much light comes through here. I always have to conjure and light a candle or two when I do some reading. Madam Pince doesn’t even come to this part. Once I fell asleep here and she didn’t even realize,” Hermione was rambling, trying to hide her nerves.
She turned to look at George who hadn’t reacted. Instead, he stood still with an unfathomable expression on his face. He stepped closer and she instinctively took a step back, finding herself pressed against the side wall. She bit her lip as she saw his eyes darken.
“Merlin will you stop doing that?” George groaned and she blinked.
“Doing what?” Hermione asked, confused and he shook his head.
“Biting your lip. It’s driving me insane,” he muttered out loud before he could stop himself.
‘Fuck! I wasn’t supposed to say that. George, get a grip. She’s Hermione. She’s fifteen. She’s… merlin she’s goddamn amazing.’
Hermione was blushing profusely under his intense gaze and her heart was beating loudly.
‘Calm down Hermione,’ she told herself. However, her nerves totally spiralled out of control when George took another step towards her. They were inches away now.
He looked down at the brunette in front of her, her shy gaze making his stomach flip unnaturally. He couldn’t resist as he brushed a stray lock of her hair away from her face. Her curls were so soft. His fingers then traced her cheek and he grinned when he heard her suck in a breath. He cupped her cheek with his other hand and without thinking, closed the gap between them, kissing her.
It was a very brief kiss as his lips brushed against hers softly, but Hermione felt like she was on fire. A twinge of disappointment surged though when he pulled back looking apologetic.
“I…I – er… I’m sorry ‘Mione. I wasn’t thinking. You looked so deli-…what the fuck am I saying… shit I mean... I’m sorry. We should… Muggle studies…” he trailed off as Hermione suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes. He groaned as she pulled him closer, bringing their lips together once again.
She had no idea what was happening to her; she had had her fair share of crushes in the past but she'd never felt such a strong...desire for anyone. It was a lust like she'd never experienced and she was scared by her own body's reactions. She tried to remember what she'd read in one of the books about such behavior but all rationale and reasoning wiped out from her brain as the red-headed Weasley drew her closer still.
This time the kiss was anything but soft. He kissed her roughly and passionately, his need flaring, and she kissed him back with an equal fervour. She was slightly surprised at her own boldness, but perhaps it was the Gryffindor in her coming out with a different side.
However, all thoughts of why she was doing this flew out of her mind as his hands roamed her sides and she moaned in need when his mouth left hers. She wasn’t dissatisfied for long though as his lips now planted open-mouthed kisses along her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access. She let out a soft gasp as he licked a spot near her collarbone. He seemed delighted at her response and he sucked on it as she arched her body against his. He let out a low groan as her fingers now fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
“George…" she sighed. This seemed to bring him back to earth. He slowly removed himself from her and an annoyed look flashed across her features.
“Hermione… you’re making me go crazy,” he mumbled. “We- we can’t do this. I don’t have so much self-control you know,” he grinned feebly though he wanted nothing more to take her in his arms and do things to her that would make her scream his name in pleasure.
“Stop it George. She’s fifteen!” he scolded himself.
“I’m not fifteen, you know,” she murmured a litte shyly and his eyes widened.
“Er… did I say that out loud?”
She chuckled slightly. “Yup, well I’m sixteen. It is kind of complicated to explain how, so I’ll spare you the details.”
“That still doesn’t make a difference. I-…we can’t…” he swallowed as she placed her hands on his torso. She was blushing but he could see determination in her eyes.
“George… I really like you. I don’t know where this came from, when did it even start, but I do. I-…I want you,” she mumbled, looking down, embarrassed, and his heart soared.
“B-but… what about… I mean… God, Hermione I like you too. A lot. And believe me I want you. Heck, I need you right now. But I don’t want to destroy what we could have. I don’t want to do something that you regret later and that will make you turn away from me. We should slow down,” he mumbled, embarrassed too.
“George, since when did you become the sensible one?” she laughed and he gave a small smile.
“Since today,” he whispered and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. He wanted to do so much more but he knew it might not be right.
“I don’t like this sensible George,” she murmured huskily. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Hermione, are you sure?” He asked, worried. Shit, he didn’t want to hurt her.
In response, she clasped her hand in his and pulled him.
"Um, where are we going?” The red-haired Weasley asked her and Hermione grinned mischievously.
“The Room of Requirement. We could go to my dormitory but it is nearing evening and students would be returning from Hogsmede.”
He didn’t say anything and simply walked along as they reached their destination. A door materialized after walking three times in front of the spot. The sight of the room made them stop in their track. A small fireplace, a couch, a desk and… a huge bed. Suddenly, Hermione's palms were sweaty. Her reaction didn't escape George's notice.
“It’s okay Hermione. We don’t have to…er… do anything you’re not ready for. We can take it slow. Let's just talk for now and see where our... er... relationship can go,” he murmured and she turned to face him.
“I do think we should talk things out too, but afterwards. I am ready really, I’m just nervous because…” she trailed off and looked down. He lifted up her face by cupping her chin.
“I’m… inexperienced. And you’re…well I don’t know. If I do something wrong…if… you don’t like…”
He laughed. “Hermione, this is not a test to pass or fail. You’re beautiful – inside and out. You drive me insane with desire. There’s no way in hell that I won’t like…it," he could feel his ears reddening slightly. "Besides, I like you Hermione, I like your personality, your fire, your passion, even your bossiness and book-crazy attitude," his voice held such intensity that it sparked something in her.
Hermione mustered her courage and decided to take a risk, to "loosen up" as her friends would say.
“George… come with me,” she led him to the bed and made him sit. He just looked at her, bewildered. If she was being honest, she was quite bewildered at her own actions as well.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered. He obliged.
Her heart was hammering against her chest as she leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss started out slow and sweet, yet in next to no time, George grabbed her roughly and the kiss turned fiery.
They both groaned as he lay down on the bed, pulling her with him, and then flipped their positions so he was on top. His lips were everywhere, and his hands were running across her petite yet flawless body.
“Oh George…” she moaned as he yanked her shirt and then the bra out of the way and placed kisses on her small, rounded breasts. All the blood rushed down his lower region as her body arched up against his, her bare chest coming in contact with his still clothed torso.
Hermione let her instincts take over. The next moment, she had feverishly popped open the buttons of his shirt. She was half way through when George removed her hand and stripped off his shirt, pulling it off his head. He could hear some of the buttons breaking off but couldn’t care less. He smirked slyly as he saw the brunette watching him in amusement.
“Wild,” she commented lightly. He didn’t respond but kissed her around her belly button. She gasped, raking her fingers across his bare back. He could feel his need grow but he wasn’t sure whether to proceed or not. Sensing this, Hermione pulled his face back up to hers.
“I want you. Now,” she told him in a clear voice. Her insides, however, had turned to jelly. She couldn’t believe it. She was giving herself – all of her – to George Weasley. He let out a content growl as he removed her skirt and his jeans hastily. Their undergarments went next and in one fluid motion, they were one.
It was heaven like she'd never experienced. She was quivering and so was George. She twisted her hands in his hair, yanking him even closer if it was possible, and they moved together, all she could think of was how this was pure bliss.
“Are… are you okay? Are you hurt?” George asked Hermione, who was lying in his arms, after a few minutes had passed.
She was drawing circles on his bare chest and looked up to give him a radiant smile.
“I am great. Quite…sore, yes, but I’ve never felt so... amaazing,” she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek. She could feel his tensed up muscles and didn't want him to worry. He grinned as she ran her fingers up and down his torso.
“You know… they say the soreness goes away with…time,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively and she blushed, heat rising up her cheeks, yet she couldn't help but smile back.
“Well, I guess they’re right. Practice does make perfect after all,” she whispered after a slight pause and saw his eyes widen.
“Hermione,” he said suddenly, “Whatever happened to your Muggle Studies assignment?” He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Why the bloody hell did he bring that up now? He must be crazy. If she decided to jump out of his arms and start working on that fucking essay now – which they had totally forgotten about – he would be pissed.
Her eyes widened. "Merlin's Pants! I completely forgot about that. I need to get working on it," she started to get up, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Stay, please. You can do it later," he almost pleaded and she bit her lip, throwing a look at the desk in the corner of the room.
"But George it's due-"
"Hermione, please?" he murmured, pressing his lips against hers once more.
“Hmm… It can wait I guess. Though I have to say, I’ve never been gladder that I took that subject than now,” she smiled at him with a glint in her eyes. He chuckled before closing the gap between them once again and claiming her lips with his own.
“Bless your Muggle Studies professor for giving you that essay,” he muttered against her lips and felt her smile.
A/N: Please review and let me know you what you think. Constructive Criticism is welcome; Bashing my story or me is not. Thank you.
EDIT (2/2/13): Polished the descriptions and dialogues a little.
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