Relations, Revelations

Sorry I haven\'t updated in a while. I was busy wee weekend, then when I tried to post on tuesday, it didn\'t work for some reason. *sigh* And to make up for the lack of lemons at the beginning of the story, I\'m making it up to you with the next two chapters.
Carmen - You\'ll find out what\'s going on with Ron soon enough :-D Consider it a nice little cliffie.

Now, LEMONS! Lots and lots of lemony goodness! *ehhem*

And I\'m officially back to work on friday *WOOHOO!!!!* since the legendary southern california grocery strike is over. So, let\'s all hope that the story doesn\'t suffer.


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*Chapter 24 – Bonding*

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George emerged from the bathroom still dripping-wet and clutching a washcloth to his bits n’ pieces. He sprinted down the corridor and into his room. Closing the door behind him, he leaned back against it, closed his eyes, and sighed in relief. His brief reverie was interrupted by a giggle across the room. Opening one eye, he saw Hermione propped up against the headboard of his bed, quilt pulled up across her lap, hair pulled into a bun atop her head, and a large grin stretched across her face. He cocked a Snape-worthy eyebrow at her.

“Can I help you with something, Miss Granger?”

Hermione laughed louder at him. “Well, you can drop that washcloth, for one.”

“Think I’ll leave that to your imagination. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just slip into my wardrobe here…” George stepped into the tiny closet in the corner of the room. “Ouch! Damn thing…”

Several angry grumbles and complaints about the cramped space later, he emerged looking a lot dryer and wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. He tossed the washcloth across the room, sending it neatly into Hermione’s hands. She let a low whistle, and he struck a muscle-man pose.

“Get in here before you catch cold, you lumpy git.” Hermione patted the bed beside her, and George crawled into what little space was left in it. He curled himself up in the sheets, and then wrapped himself around Hermione. She snuggled into the embrace, tucked her head under his chin, and almost unconsciously began kissing his chest.

“You keep that up, woman, and I’ll lose all sense of self-control.”

“Who said I didn’t want you to?”

“You vixen.” He ran his hand down her back and cupped her bum, pulling her closer to him. Instinctively, she wrapped a leg across his hips, sighing contently.

“So George, have you ever… you know…”

“Who, me? One of Mrs. Weasley’s darling boys? I’d be dead if I let some girl corrupt me.”

“Oh come on,” Hermione licked his Adam’s apple, and he shuddered.

“Well, me and Alicia nearly went a bit silly in the quidditch lockers once, but McGonagall almost walked in on us, and that was the end of that.”

“How far did you go?” she asked, almost jealously, but more out of possessiveness and curiosity.

“Nowhere, really. Heavy snogging and light groping, but nothing noteworthy. You?”

Hermione blushed and looked him in the eye, wordlessly begging him to take back his question.

“Well, Viktor and I…”

“Krum?”

“There’s only one Viktor I went out with, goof. Anyway, I didn’t have sex with him, but I did let him get in my pants.” George looked at her incredulously. “I’d really rather pretend it didn’t happen. It was like he was operating a machine. Twist nipple, poke clit, twist, nibble neck, lick, insert fingers, wiggle them a bit for good measure, rinse, repeat. It was all very mechanical. Let’s just say I got very good at faking orgasm at the ripe old age of fifteen. I get more kicks through self-gratification.”

“You… you mean…?” George kind of wiggled his head, eyebrows raised, and half-motioned beneath the sheets.

“Oh come on George. A lifthouthout an orgasm is a life wasted.” George looked incredibly shocked that sweet and innocent Hermione was talking so openly. “Quit looking at me like that. Say it with me George! Mas-tur-ba-tion!”

“So you’re saying… you…”

“Almost nightly. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never given your wand a good and thorough polish?”

“Well, of course. I just didn’t think girls talked about it so openly.”

“Not usually. I hate the taboo behind it. I don’t see what’s wrong with sticking my fingers in my knickers and making myself squeal every once in a while. Of course, if I ever talked about it with the girI’d I’d make it sound all academic and Hermione-like.”

George could see where she was going with this. This was supposed to be a bonding session. They’d talk about sex now, get really comfortable with each other, and maybe some day make red-hot monkey love. Taking a deep breath, he ventured a very daring question.

“So… how would a girl go about performing… er… the aforementioned ‘operation’?”

Hermione snuggled her head even closer under his chin, and George inhaled deeply. Her hair still smelled of peaches and cream from her shower earlier that day. Her bun tickled his chin.

“Well, I used to picture what you looked like naked, but I suppose I can stop imagining now.” She grinned into his chest. “I used to feel really guilty about it, you know, since it’s so taboo and all. My mum caught me once when I was nine. She shouted a bit about how little girls shouldn’t be doing such things, but I couldn’t help myself. It just felt too damn good, you know? So how about you?”

“Well, I mean, it’s really tough to get a minute to yourself around the Burrow. I share a room with my brother, I share a bathroom with three siblings, at Hogwarts, I used to share a room with Fred and Lee… you get the idea. But the moment I get a minute alone, you can bet my hand’s down my pants and your face is engrained in my mind.”

Hermione giggled. “So, what’s your deepest, most secret fantasy?”

“You, me, a beach in Greece, under the stars, making love in the sand until sunrise.”

“Is that all?”

“What, that’s not romantic enouor yor you?”

“Well I was expecting something like chatting up two girls in a bar then having both of them go down on you in some dark corner.”

“I think you,” he kissed her forehead, “have some sexual repression issues. And some misconceptions about sex that we need to change. Have you been reading trashy romance novels?”

“Guilty as charged. But they make great wanking material.” She beamed up at him.

“You’re dirty, you know that?”

“I’ve got sexual repression issues, remember? Unless you care to dispel my misconceptions.” She massaged his bum and pulled him closer to herself, kissing his neck. “Besides, the Bookworm has to have a few dirty secrets…”

“I mean it, Mi. I haven’t gotten a moment to myself in days, and I’m bound to lose control any second…”

“Lose control, George. Please,” she breathed into his neck.

“No, Hermione. I don’t want to treat you like some cheap tart. We’ll make love when we’re good and ready, not just because we’re hot and bothered and we happen to have a minute alone in my bed.”

“Fine. If that’s the way you want it, good night, George.” She removed her leg from around his waist, turned over, and curled herself into a ball. George sighed in exasperation, rolled over the other way, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Just as he was losing consciousness, he felt the bed begin to wiggle. He almost dismissed it, but then he heard Hermione sigh softly.

“Mm, George…”

“That’s enough!” He wrapped an arm around her waist, flipped her over onto her back, crawled up between her legs, and slid a hand down her pajama pants. He cupped his hand over hers, and guided her to her pleasure. She writhed beneath him, screamed his name, and lay exhausted beneath him.

“I knew I’d get to you. But how to thank you? Maybe…” She slowly undid the tie on his pajama pants and slid them down his legs. Just as she was attempting to climb onto his lap, George put his hands on her waist and pushed her back onto the bed.

“Sorry, Hermione. I can’t do this now.”

“Since when have you gotten to be so noble?”

“I may be a prankster, but I still think we should wait a bit until we’re sure this is a long term thing.” He curled up next to his rather cheesed-off looking girlfriend and whispered in her ear, delicately nipping on her earlobe. “Hermione, I love you. I really do. But I don’t want to rush into things. We’ve got a whole lifetime to shag each other senseless, there’s really no sense in starting now.”

“Well at least let me take care of that for you. It looks almost painful.”

“It is. Believe me.”

She trailed her fingers down his chest, to the inside of his thighs, then ran them from his base to his tip, circling it teasy a y a few times, before gripping it firmly and running her hand up and down. A gasp rose from George’s throat. He didn’t last very long, before releasing his pleasure all over his bed sheets. A cleaning charm later, the two curled up together and fell fast asleep.