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Chapter Five


Harry knocked at the door tentatively and waited. He had been the one sent up to get Hermione and George for dinner. Some part of him didn’t want to see what they were up to in the room they now had warded so powerfully along with silencing charms that it had several of the others making wagers.


Hermione popped her head out the door. “Yes?”


“It’s time for dinner,” he told her. “Mrs. Weasley…”


“Sheppard’s pie,” she murmured, looking behind her. “It’s time to eat.”


“It can wait,” he told her. “Now close the door and get your sweet ass back over here.”


Rolling her eyes she said, “I swear you would think wizard’s chess was sex the way he goes on.” She looked over to Harry. “I’m sorry to say that we are going to be late. Please apologize to Molly, if you could?”


“Of course,” he murmured. “You’re playing chess?”


“Yes,” she said, blinking at him owlishly. “What else would we be doing?”


“Nothing,” he muttered and left.


Hermione smiled a cat eating cream grin. Shutting and rewarding the doors, she went over to George who was tied to the bed. He was covered in sweat, his raging erection had a cock ring at its base, and he was panting unevenly.


“Now where were we?” she asked him casually running a finger around his nipple and flicked it.


Gasping he pled with her, “Hermione, please!”


“Not until you say it,” she told him. “Say it correctly this time.”


Taking a deep breath he whispered, “I am worthy. I am worthy of everything life has given to me and I have taken…”


She leaned down and kissed his lips lightly. “Go on.”


“Because I am smart, funny…” He gasped as she kissed where his ear used to be, sending thrills of lust through him.


“And?”


“And because…” She straddled his hips and waited. “I am alpha.”


She pushed down onto him, making him moan. Leaning down she kissed his mouth, sighing, “A few more of these lessons and I might just let you tie me up.”


“Shut up and fuck me,” he growled.


Smiling she did just that.


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Hermione stirred at the sound of brisk knocking on the door. When she lifted her head, George murmured to her to go back to sleep. She did so with a sigh. Thirty minutes later she was awake again, seeing for the first time how George must have gotten up earlier and brought back dinner for them. She got up, pulling a sheet around herself as she went over to the table. Once there, she felt as George went over to her and kissed her neck and shoulder as he rubbed her arms.


“Sheppard’s pie,” he told her in a low voice. “I didn’t want to share you yet. I hope you don’t mind.”


“No,” she sighed, lifting her mouth to his. Kissing his lip lightly, she added, “Mm, what time is it?”


“Early yet,” he murmured. “Just after seven.” He rubbed his nose against hers.


Her arms went around his neck, stepping all the closer to him. His arms went around her, rubbing her back as his mouth went to hers and captured it. The kiss was slow, but devouring. He let out a growl of appreciation as one of her hands went down to his cock, stroking it.


Just then there was a knocking on the door. It was a demanding knock that had George grabbing her sheet that had fallen to the floor and wrapping Hermione in it before the door banged open and his Mum came charging into the room. George yanked Hermione to stand in front of him, as the look on his mother’s face was enough to scare the bravest of men or women.


“What are you doing?”


Hermione bit her lower lip to avoid saying what was on her mind.


“It is a sorry state of affairs when the mother of seven needs to ask a question like that, Molly dear,” came from behind her.


No, it couldn’t be, Hermione thought, trying to look around an enraged Molly to the man behind her.


Then he stepped out of the darkness. Sirius! And he was naked. Hermione spun around, blushing as she said, “It’s wonderful to see you alive and well, Sirius, but I have to say I didn’t quite want to see that much of you!”


That had the man laughing. “Yes, that’s why we interrupted your time with Mr. George Weasley. I need some clothes and she told me they were in here. But now that I see this, it makes me wonder if that were the case.” He looked pointedly at Molly, who was avoiding her son’s glare as well as Sirius’s as she was clearly becoming more upset over how her plan had gone so wrong.


“The old clothes are up in the attic as well as in Charlie’s old room, not here.” He leaned down and murmured, “We need to get dressed, love. I have a feeling we have worn out our welcome here.”


Molly was sputtering as Hermione grabbed up her things and rushed out of the room to go get dressed and packed. It was on her way out that she said to Sirius, “We’ll talk later.” To which he nodded and pulled Molly away from them.


“Clothes,” he reminded her. “I need clothes.”


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As George couldn’t stand the thought of moving back into the apartment without Fred, they ended up moving in with Harry and the newly arrived Sirius.


“One moment I was floating in a void, rather bored I might add, and the next I was laying on the ground looking up at a rather startled looking man who was apparently the janitor for the Department of Mysteries,” Sirius told the group in front of him. “It felt so anticlimactic, but I’m too grateful to be out of that veil to care make a repeat just for a more spectacular exit!”


Harry laughed joyously. “It’s so great to have you back!”


Hermione said nothing during this time. Sipping on her drink, she kept studying Sirius. George on the other hand studied her. Leaning over, he whispered, “What has you staring so hard?”


“Nothing and everything,” she answered cryptically in the same tone before saying, “Sirius?”


He looked over to her. “Yes, my dear, what can I answer for you? What was it like? And things like that?”


“Nothing of the sort,” she murmured. “Talk to Harry. Learn him this time. And maybe, just maybe, you might not call him by the wrong name constantly.” She stood up. “It’s wonderful to see you alive and well, Sirius. We will need to speak in the morning. As it is at the moment I’m so tired I just may very well thrash this happy day without effort. Good night all.”


Hermione went to the guestroom she had been given and was in the middle of getting ready for bed when George came in. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and rested his chin at the top of her head.


“Why did you say what you did?” he inquired.


Sighing heavily she muttered, “Because that man broke Harry’s heart every time he called him James. Even right before Sirius was tossed into the veil he called him James, Luna told me.” She leaned into his arms. “I-I just wanted Sirius to realize…” Hermione’s voice left her. “But he never will realize that Harry isn’t James, will he?”


A sad look filled his eyes as he whispered, “I doubt it.”


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Narcissa's Sister--Yes, it's moving fast. I know. I can feel it going fast as well, but honestly it's just working out that way. Yes, they are using each other. I timed this piece to be about a week after the Battle of Hogwarts. George is deep in grief and Hermione is lost as well, but for her it's a matter of what's next. Her relationship with Ron is over and her future isn't anything she thought it would be so far. George has given her something to solve. Will she solve it? I don't know. We'll see. This story is a pain in the butt. It's not coming to me as easily as some of the others I've written in the past. Thus, only one chapter a day updates. Sorry. Thanks for reviewing.