Unknown Halves

Chapter Three


The rest of the family kept watching the two as they sat quietly eating their meal. None of them could understand why they were as close as they were in such a short amount of time. It was Bill who finally broke the silence and hunted them down in George and Fred’s old room. George let him in, as Hermione was at a small pensive in the corner. She looked over to him, nodding and looking over to George.


“Do you want to speak to him alone?” she asked him.


“No, I wanted to speak to the both of you,” Bill told her.


“Okay,” she murmured, going over to sit down next to George.


He looked at them both. “When did this happen?” Bill pointed to both of them. “You two…when did you become a couple?”


George looked over to Hermione. “I don’t know. When?”


“One in the morning,” she answered. “It was sudden.”


“For you, perhaps,” George told her. “I’ve been watching you for a long time.” He took up Hermione’s hand. “You were too good for Ron.”


She laced her fingers through his and said, “Ron should have told me.” Hermione looked over to Bill. “We need to speak you and I.” She turned to look to George. “I’ll be right back. Listen if you want. I’m sure you will given that you have enough extendable ears in here to keep you busy listening for years.” She kissed his temple and stood up.


She walked out, closing the door as they walked over to her room with Bill right behind her. She let him in and shut the door.


Sitting down she said, “I can’t explain it. It just happened. But we seem to need each other right now. Given everything that has happened, I’m not going to push him away because of propriety.”


Bill thought it over. “And if it doesn’t work?”


“Who is ever given a guarantee on anything, least of all a relationship?” Bill lowered his head, but said nothing even as she asked him, “Just how is that divorce coming along?”


“Well,” he muttered, looking at her. “How did you know?”


“There isn’t much I don’t know,” she replied, standing up. “It pays to be observant.”


Hermione was at the door when Bill asked, “Just what are you implying? You’re making out that we all are keeping secrets.”


Smiling cryptically she said, “You are part werewolf. Use your nose.” Stepping out of the room, she walked away saying more than she had intended, but feeling content that she hadn’t told him everything she could have.


When Hermione walked into the bedroom, she closed and locked the door. “Do the warding as well as the silencing charm, please? I’ll speak to you after they are up, answering anything you wish to ask me.”


He nodded slowly as he did as she asked him. George turned to face her, inquiring, “How is it that you know about Bill’s divorce?”


Hermione sat down across from him and said, “I caught Fleur in bed with Ginny.”


His eyes went wide.


“Fleur may not have loved your brother, but she certainly loves her gingers.”


“Apparently so,” he murmured. “So she and Ginny?”


“She assured me it was a one time thing, but honestly?” She sighed. “I can smell someone that isn’t Harry on her and it smells like a woman.”


Frowning he asked her, “You smell her?”


“Not the way you think,” she answered with a quiet laugh. “I have a very strong sense of smell.” Hermione looked over to him. “Uh, it’s from a potion gone wrong.” Rolling her eyes she admitted, “I accidently put cat hair into polyjuice.”


He tried to stifle a laugh. “You what?”


“You heard me the first time,” she muttered, glaring at him. “As a result of that, I ended up with a very powerful sense of smell as well as several other things.”


George went over and sat next to her, nudging her. “Do tell.” He nudged her again. “Please?”


Taking a deep breath she said, “I go into heat once a month.”


“Really?” He leaned closer to her until his nose was touching hers. “And this would be your time of heat?”


She swallowed thickly, whispering, “I just exited it.”


He tilted his head and breathed against her ear, “Now why don’t I believe that?”


“Probably because I’m the worst liar on the face of the planet,” she muttered, making him chuckle.


She shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her ear and she let out a shuttering sigh. His hand slid around to the back of her neck and whispered, “Have I ever told you how much I want you?” His hand slid down to her breasts, teasing her hardening nipple through the cloth with his knuckle. “I do. I always have. I want to see you naked, flushed with arousal, covered in sweat, and cumming. All because I fucked you into thoughtlessness.” He bit her ear, making her gasp. “I want you needing my touch, craving it like air.” He licked at the same lobe he had nipped, soothing it. “Are you thinking about my cock? About how hard it is? About how it’ll feel inside of you, stretching you taunt.”


He scooped her up and was holding her in his lap, nuzzling her mouth when someone broke through the wards of the room. And as before he stood up straight, this time dumping Hermione to her ass and grabbed a pillow to cover his erection. Bill laughed as Hermione stood up and slapped George’s head soundly.


“I’m leaving to find a man that won’t drop me the moment someone comes in the room!” she snapped, turning on her heel and left.


George looked over to his brother, even as he felt all the life drain out of him.


“I’m sorry,” Bill murmured. “I can go get her…”


“Don’t bother,” he said quietly. “She deserves better than me.”


“George, don’t say…”


“I’m nothing without Fred,” he muttered. “I should have known.”


“Now you listen to me, George Weasley,” came from the doorway. His head shot up to see Hermione standing in the doorway with hands on her hips. “If you don’t know better than to not listen to a sexually frustrated, bruised woman, then I should have hit that head of yours harder.”


A slow smile came to him as he got up and went over to her. “Changed your mind?”


“As a matter of fact I thought over all the men I know and frankly they aren’t to my liking.” She cleared her throat. “Half of them are married, a tenth of them are gay, and the last bunch I wouldn’t want if we were the last humans on earth. And then there’s Ron, but I’m not going back to that.”


“Good,” he said with a nod. “Hermione?”


“What?”


“Do you honestly want me?” he asked her weakly.


“Yes, but if you drop me on my ass again like that I really am going to look for another man.”


“Really?”


“I’ll be going straight to a mediwizard,” she muttered, rubbing her bruised bum. “That hurt.”


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