Pranksters In Love

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George was lying on his bed looking at the ceiling contemplating his feelings for Hermione. He was trying to decide if it was possible that she could be attracted to him, or if she returned his kiss because she was to surprised to do anything else. He had watched her for years, and yearned to kiss her. He had dreamed about where and when it would finally happen. The reality was very far from the dream. Not that he regretted it; he had just always envisioned a more romantic setting than the stairway of Harry’s home.

George thought of the way Hermione smelled, the way that she tasted. He couldn’t remember when it was exactly that his obsession with her started, but he knew it had been for several years. He tried to pretend that she didn’t make his heart pound and his blood race every time that he saw her, but the physical affects that she had on him were just to obvious.

The fact of the matter was that he loved Hermione Granger with all of his heart and soul and now he was worried. He was worried that she wouldn’t reciprocate those same feelings, and he was worried that she would and then they would be torn apart by this new Marriage Law. He knew that he had to register, but he was scared to death of whom he would draw. He knew that the chances of drawing the love of his life were very slim indeed.

As George layed in his bed dreaming of Hermione, she was doing the same thing several doors down the hallway. She had never thought of George Weasley in that manner before. He had always just been the funny older brother of Ron. Sure, he was less dramatic than the rest of the Weasley’s, but he didn’t take anything seriously. He was just as much the prankster as Fred. Hermione enjoyed most of the pranks that the two twins played on others, and sure, you had to be extremely intelligent to come up with half the stuff that the two of them did, but Hermione honestly had never thought of George that way.

She thought of the way he looked. He was tall, had an incredibly sexy body, and beautiful blue eyes. He also had the cutest dimples when he smiled. Not to mention, she loved the way that he smelled. There was something about the way that he smelled that drew her to him. He didn’t wear cologne, and it wasn’t scented deodorant, but it was just something just about him. She had hugged Fred before, and never noticed the way he smelled, but every time that she had been near George she had enjoyed the way that he smelled.

She loved the way he felt when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His kiss she had felt all the way down to her toes. She never in a million years would have kissed George Weasley on her own, but when he pressed his lips to hers and she felt his hot, wet, tongue in her mouth she felt her entire body quiver. She could have gone on all night long with his strong arms around her and his hot lips on her, but whinny Ron had to come along and ruin it.

At one point in her life she had thought that she could care for Ron. She got over that rather quickly though. Ron was the type of man that would never grow up. He would be a child for the rest of his life. He didn’t have a clue how to talk to a woman, and he didn’t have a clue how to react to a woman’s needs. She felt sorry for whatever woman drew Ron’s name, and prayed to the God’s that it wouldn’t be her. Hermione figured that she could make a marriage work with just about anybody except Malfoy and Ron. One was a pompous, arrogant child, and the other was a whinny, sniveling child. Either way, she didn’t want to spend her life married to a child. She hoped to have a child of her own to raise, not marry one.

She wondered what it would be like to marry George. Life would definitely be full of excitement. George would be one of those people that you would never know what to expect would happen next. Every day would be a new adventure, and after tonight, she knew that they wouldn’t have any issues physically.

Hermione drifted off to sleep with thoughts of a physical relationship with George.

She walked into a dark room with only a few candles lit for light. There was a huge four-poster bed in the center of the room. She wore only a thin silk robe that tied at the waist with a single sash. She thought that the bed looked warm and inviting. The room itself was a bit cold and the thick covers called to her. She walked silently to the bed and thought about how nice the thick blankets would feel on her chilled skin. She untied her robe and let it slip from her body to the floor. She went to the bed and pulled the covers back only to realize that she was not alone. Inside the thick blankets was a sleeping male body.

Hermione paused for a brief moment and decided that she could sneak into the bed without waking its other occupant. She wasn’t sure who was in the bed, but she knew that she didn’t care. She was cold and tired and just wanted to sleep. She climbed in and pulled the covers up high to her chest. She layed there for a moment listening to the soft breathing of the person next to her. She decided that she needed to know how layed next to her. After all, she was naked. She rolled over to her side and pulled the covers back a bit. She noticed a thick chest with just a tiny scattering of red hair. Looking onto the slumbering mans face; she realized at once it was George.

A wide grin swept across her face. Gently, she traced his lips with her fingers. She thought about the incredible kiss that he had given her earlier that day. She bent her head down to his chest and gently kissed his chest. She trailed soft kisses over his subtle skin down to his nipple. She breathed in a deep breath of his familiar scent. Tracing his hairline lower she realized he was also as naked as she was. She smiled in anticipation of feeling him next to her as naked as she was. She wondered if he would wake up if her hand crept any lower.

As she continued to kiss his smooth skin, she felt a difference in his breathing. She thought that perhaps he was waking up. “George?” she whispered softly to him.

She waited a moment for a response and receiving none she continued her exploration of his body. She loved the way his stomach muscles felt against her hand. She gently touched his sides and moves to the bones of his hips. She continued with the soft kisses down his stomach and stopped when she came to his waist. Part of her wanted to continue lower, but part of her wondered if it was wrong to continue on while he slept.
She felt an arm wrap around her and pull her tighter to his hot body.

“Don’t stop now, Mione,” a throaty whisper came from him.

“George,” she whispered in embarrassed surprise.

“I want to feel you, Mione. Please don’t stop.” He said pulling her up to his mouth for a hot, wet kiss.

“What do you want to feel, George?” she asked.

“Everything, I want to feel everything.”

He rolled over on top of her and pinned her deep into the feather mattress. He continued to kiss her thick lips as he heard her deep moan. Briefly letting go of her lips, he trailed kissed down the side of her neck to the sensitive spot on the side. Gently, he nibbled away as she gasped out in pleasure. He moved back to her warm mouth again and thrust his tongue into her hot depts. He moved his mouth closer to hers and pushed deeper into her mouth. She loved the way that he tasted.

Moving his hands up and down her naked body, she loved the way that he felt. She could feel him circle around her rib cage, and then pause just under her breast. She moved her hand lower and raised his to engulf her breast. She heard him groan as he flicked an erect nipple.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want, Mione” he answered.

“You, George, I want you.” She groaned out.

She felt his hand move lower and his kiss became more demanding. She felt the wet heat pool up between her thighs. She couldn’t wait to feel his touch there.

“Mione,”

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

“Mione,”

“Oh yes!” she said feeling his hands go lower.

“Hermione! Wake up!”
Startled, she jumped. Her eyes flew open and she looked into the laughing eyes of Ginny. Groaning she layed back down.

“What?” she asked.

“Must have been some dream!” Ginny giggled.

“You don’t even know!”

In the room a few doors down the hall, George woke up also. He smiled as he thought of Hermione naked underneath of him.