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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/George
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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6,956
Reviews:
14
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Unknown Halves
Hi! I'm back! I had this story lingering in my head for a time. With any luck, it's a good one! READ & REVIEW!
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Chapter One
Hermione woke with a scream dying on her lips and a cold sweat covering her body. Shivering she climbed out of the bed, throwing on her robe before going out to the hallway with the intention of washing her face clean of the tears as well as the sweat. She only got so far before an arm shot out of a doorway and she found herself pinned to the door she had just been pulled through. The strong muscular man pinned her so completely that she couldn’t move. His legs caged hers as his face pressed to her temple.
Before she could ask a word, he whispered, “We need to help each other.”
Blinking in shock, she looked up at George Weasley. “How?”
“My family thinks that you’ve been having nightmares,” he told her. “I know better. I’ve been watching you.” He lifted her right hand to his mouth, kissing her index finger lightly. “Sex dreams I would imagine. Powerful ones from what I’ve heard through the walls. The need is riding you hard. So damn hard, Miss Granger.” His hand slid down her arm to her breasts, cupping one of them and squeezing it just so.
Hermione let out a gasp, shivering at his bold touch. “What are you asking for in return?” she was barely able to get out.
His mouth went to her ear, licking at the shell of it and breathed, “I want you to find a way to get Fred back.”
Logic and lust fought until the first took over, making her push George away from herself. “How? He was killed by a dark curse, George, during the heat of battle. There is no way for me to know what he was killed with never mind…”
“I need him back!” he yelled and ended up sobbing. “He’s my other half!” She slid her arms around him, hugging him as he cried.
George went to his knees and wept into her soft belly, as she rocked him gently. Petting and kissing his head, she murmured that she would do what she could despite knowing that this task that he had set her was impossible.
***
Hermione awoke to feeling George sleepily pulling her closer to himself so that she was now spooned up with him. He absently rubbed his face into her hair even as one of his hands found her breasts and the other went down to her small soft very feminine belly. Once there he let out a sigh against her throat and went back to sleep again.
She would have just let this go, but she needed to use the restroom. Hermione cooed to him that she had to go to the bathroom.
“Come back soon,” he muttered, letting her go. “I’ll hunt you down if you aren’t back in five minutes.” And he went soundly back to sleep.
She rushed out over to the W.C. and took care of business as quickly as she could as she hadn’t a doubt in her mind that he would do as he had told her. Hermione had tried to get away from George most of the night, but every time he had not only found her but had taken her back over to the bed. She was in essence George’s new sleep toy.
On her way back over to the bedroom, Ginny stepped out looking at her in an accusatory way.
“Whose room are you going to?” she asked Hermione, arms crossed over her chest and glaring at her.
“That, sister dearest, is no business of yours,” George told her even as he picked up Hermione in a firemen’s lift. “My brilliant witch and I are sleeping in this morning as we had a terrible night’s sleep thanks in large part to the fact you scream during sex.” Ginny let out a strangled protest even as he stopped in his doorway and ordered, “Say good night, Hermione.”
“It’s morning,” the witch on his shoulder corrected.
“Like I care,” he muttered and slammed the door shut.
***
Two hours later Hermione ate quietly next to George, who read the Daily Prophet while muttering comments to her. Having had enough of hearing his dismal outlook on the news, she took the paper from him and put a plate of food in front of him as well as a coffee.
“Eat,” she told him.
The others there waited, even as Mrs. Weasley was about to tell her that he wasn’t hungry. But the words died on the older witch’s mouth when she watched her son begin to eat quietly next to Hermione. The others at the table blinked in shock at this, as they were certain that it would take a miracle to get him eating again.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” Ron asked her. “You’re my girlfriend, not his!”
When Hermione took a breath to say something to him, George leaned over and whispered to her, “I’ll take care of this.”
He looked over to Ron and said, “If she’s your girlfriend, what exactly would that make Lavender Brown?”
His younger brother’s face went as red as his hair, but lost all the color the moment he looked over to Hermione’s face. Her eyes were narrowing and in her hand was her wand.
George leaned over to her and murmured, “He isn’t worth it.” His hand stroked her bloodless fingers gripped on her wand. “Let go, angel.” He massaged her fingers.
“Ron is going to pay,” she muttered, her fingers relaxing slightly lifting to George’s touch.
“Of course he is, angel,” he replied, looking over to Ron with the promise of retribution in his eyes.
“He may not know when or where,” she breathed, lacing her fingers with George’s. “But he will pay.”
“That he will,” George replied, kissing the back of her hand still looking straight into Ron’s now terrified eyes.
Shaking she moved closer to him, feeling his arms going around her. Kissing her temple, he murmured that she should eat her breakfast. Hermione nodded and began eating again, but didn’t let go of his hand.
***
Chapter One
Hermione woke with a scream dying on her lips and a cold sweat covering her body. Shivering she climbed out of the bed, throwing on her robe before going out to the hallway with the intention of washing her face clean of the tears as well as the sweat. She only got so far before an arm shot out of a doorway and she found herself pinned to the door she had just been pulled through. The strong muscular man pinned her so completely that she couldn’t move. His legs caged hers as his face pressed to her temple.
Before she could ask a word, he whispered, “We need to help each other.”
Blinking in shock, she looked up at George Weasley. “How?”
“My family thinks that you’ve been having nightmares,” he told her. “I know better. I’ve been watching you.” He lifted her right hand to his mouth, kissing her index finger lightly. “Sex dreams I would imagine. Powerful ones from what I’ve heard through the walls. The need is riding you hard. So damn hard, Miss Granger.” His hand slid down her arm to her breasts, cupping one of them and squeezing it just so.
Hermione let out a gasp, shivering at his bold touch. “What are you asking for in return?” she was barely able to get out.
His mouth went to her ear, licking at the shell of it and breathed, “I want you to find a way to get Fred back.”
Logic and lust fought until the first took over, making her push George away from herself. “How? He was killed by a dark curse, George, during the heat of battle. There is no way for me to know what he was killed with never mind…”
“I need him back!” he yelled and ended up sobbing. “He’s my other half!” She slid her arms around him, hugging him as he cried.
George went to his knees and wept into her soft belly, as she rocked him gently. Petting and kissing his head, she murmured that she would do what she could despite knowing that this task that he had set her was impossible.
***
Hermione awoke to feeling George sleepily pulling her closer to himself so that she was now spooned up with him. He absently rubbed his face into her hair even as one of his hands found her breasts and the other went down to her small soft very feminine belly. Once there he let out a sigh against her throat and went back to sleep again.
She would have just let this go, but she needed to use the restroom. Hermione cooed to him that she had to go to the bathroom.
“Come back soon,” he muttered, letting her go. “I’ll hunt you down if you aren’t back in five minutes.” And he went soundly back to sleep.
She rushed out over to the W.C. and took care of business as quickly as she could as she hadn’t a doubt in her mind that he would do as he had told her. Hermione had tried to get away from George most of the night, but every time he had not only found her but had taken her back over to the bed. She was in essence George’s new sleep toy.
On her way back over to the bedroom, Ginny stepped out looking at her in an accusatory way.
“Whose room are you going to?” she asked Hermione, arms crossed over her chest and glaring at her.
“That, sister dearest, is no business of yours,” George told her even as he picked up Hermione in a firemen’s lift. “My brilliant witch and I are sleeping in this morning as we had a terrible night’s sleep thanks in large part to the fact you scream during sex.” Ginny let out a strangled protest even as he stopped in his doorway and ordered, “Say good night, Hermione.”
“It’s morning,” the witch on his shoulder corrected.
“Like I care,” he muttered and slammed the door shut.
***
Two hours later Hermione ate quietly next to George, who read the Daily Prophet while muttering comments to her. Having had enough of hearing his dismal outlook on the news, she took the paper from him and put a plate of food in front of him as well as a coffee.
“Eat,” she told him.
The others there waited, even as Mrs. Weasley was about to tell her that he wasn’t hungry. But the words died on the older witch’s mouth when she watched her son begin to eat quietly next to Hermione. The others at the table blinked in shock at this, as they were certain that it would take a miracle to get him eating again.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” Ron asked her. “You’re my girlfriend, not his!”
When Hermione took a breath to say something to him, George leaned over and whispered to her, “I’ll take care of this.”
He looked over to Ron and said, “If she’s your girlfriend, what exactly would that make Lavender Brown?”
His younger brother’s face went as red as his hair, but lost all the color the moment he looked over to Hermione’s face. Her eyes were narrowing and in her hand was her wand.
George leaned over to her and murmured, “He isn’t worth it.” His hand stroked her bloodless fingers gripped on her wand. “Let go, angel.” He massaged her fingers.
“Ron is going to pay,” she muttered, her fingers relaxing slightly lifting to George’s touch.
“Of course he is, angel,” he replied, looking over to Ron with the promise of retribution in his eyes.
“He may not know when or where,” she breathed, lacing her fingers with George’s. “But he will pay.”
“That he will,” George replied, kissing the back of her hand still looking straight into Ron’s now terrified eyes.
Shaking she moved closer to him, feeling his arms going around her. Kissing her temple, he murmured that she should eat her breakfast. Hermione nodded and began eating again, but didn’t let go of his hand.