Magical Mugwort

I glanced at the clock again. It was nearly seven, and I still had so much work to do. George was going to be coming in half an hour or so. If I hadn't gotten out of work so late, I would have been able to finish my transformation from daytime accounting manager to beautiful date with time to spare. Sadly, I was now rushing.

I finished curling my hair and was reaching for my hair pins, when I heard a knock at the door. Looking up in surprise, I frowned. I didn't know who it could be. Andy always came through the Floo. Mom and dad knew I had plans tonight; they usually had the decency to call before they came over anyway.

Tying my robe tighter around myself, I hurried towards the door. “Coming!” I called.

When I opened the door, I was more than a bit surprised to be looking up at George Weasley. At least, I assumed it was George. Damn identical twins and all that. For all I knew, it could have been Fred pretending to be his brother. Or coming on his own accord.

“Hi, George,” I greeted with a smile. “You are George, right?”

He laughed, a very pleasant sound that made his lithe body shake, as if he was used to being questioned on his identity. He was dressed very handsomely in black pants and a dark gold shirt that brought out the accents in his hair.

“Yes, luv.” He took a step forward, something sparkling in his eyes. “But if you need further convincing, then how about a repeat of what I gave you last time we met.”

I felt a warmth run down my spine, a temptation to give in to his offer. Offering a quirky smile, I stepped aside to let him venture inside. “Oh, so bold, Mr. Weasley,” I teased. “Ever figure that I'm just not that kind of girl?”

A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. “Oh. I didn't mean to--”

Laughing brightly, I pulled him inside and shut the door. “George, I'm being silly. You've caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid.” I motioned towards my robe. “Late day at the office, and you are terribly early tonight.”

George nodded, still watching me carefully. “I don't mind. For all I care, you can just stay in that outfit, luv, You'd look smashing in anything.”

His words were both kind and sensual. I gave him another once over, enjoying the way his clothes played up his toned and lithe figure. “I could say the same about you.” I gave him a playful smile, and moved into the room. “Make yourself at home, George. Give me just a few minutes, and I will be all ready for you.” I let the innuendo hang in the air and I held his gaze, letting a hand rest lazily on the cinch of my robe.

I watched as George's eyes darkened a shade and his smile became slightly more knowing. He let his gaze slide over me, and I could see the way the thoughts were whirling around inside his head. This was the first time I'd seen him since that day we met, but there was still something intoxicating about him.

“Don't worry about me, luv,” he answered. “I can make myself at home anywhere.”

“I just bet you can.”

With a wry smile, I turned and walked back towards my bedroom. “Feel free to flip on the telly or the radio, if you like,” I called over my shoulder, and closed the door.

I hurriedly applied my makeup, the finishing touches. As I put in my earrings and necklace, I let my eyes fall on the hickeys that peppered my neck. I had done a reasonably good job of covering them up; after all, I did have some practice at these sorts of things. They weren't completely gone, so I had decided to change my choice of attire for the evening.

Finishing with the makeup, I strode over to my bed and took off my robe. I was wearing a very strategically arranged black bustier, black stockings and garters. I held up two outfits, studied them for a moment, then finally pulled on a dress that, in some circumstances, might be seen as scandalous, but in others would be formal attire. The top bore a slight resemblance to a Greek toga, with a neckline that stretched down my chest, looped in the center, twin straps on my shoulders. Bare back. The skirt was tapered, hitting a few inches above my knee, very loose and maneuverable.

I took one last look in the mirror, making certain that everything was in order. I paused for a moment, and wondered. It wasn't often that I stopped to think about what I did, but for just a second I wondered if I should try not being slutty for once. Then I thought again. I wasn't a broken woman. Far as I knew, no one had ever complained about me or what I did. I knew that George, standing in my living room, was attracted to me, just as I was attracted to him. So what was with the sudden self-doubt?

Dabbing a bit of jasmine oil behind my ears and on my neck, I finally opened the door and walked out. I saw George examining my DVD collection, his back to me. I smiled as I looked him over. I couldn't help wondering if he had any idea how a DVD actually worked. Last I knew, the pure wizarding families had nothing to do with the modern technologies of Muggles.

My heels clicked softly on the floor. “Seeing anything interesting?” I asked coyly.

George stood up and turned to face me. For a long moment he seemed to be just taking in the sight of me. At last a smile spread over his face and he said, “Oh, I'm definitely seeing something I like.”

Smiling mischievously, I slowly walked towards him. I took the moments to appraise him, to see how well built he was and how his broad shoulders kept him nicely balanced. I really liked the way the gold shirt brought out the auburn and gold in his hair. He was just so... well put together. I'd never really gone for the younger guys before, usually I preferred my men a little older. But between these twins, I felt as if I'd been missing out somehow.

As I approached him, I clasped my hands behind my back. “Well, how awfully convenient. I see something I like as well.”

George raised an eyebrow as I stood in front of him. “Oh, really,” he said slyly. “Couldn't be this, perhaps?” He pulled out a package and a small hand-tied batch of flowers from behind his back.

My eyes widened. “What's this, then?”

He smiled, handing me the flowers first, what looked like lavender, a yellow lily, and a couple of daisies. “Flowers for the beautiful defender of us horribly unworthy Weasleys from the dreaded git Malfoy,” he smirked.

I laughed, taking the flowers and smelling them. “They're beautiful. Thank you.” I glanced at the other package. “And what's that?”

George waggled his eyebrows, and handed me the second package. “This is because you are an exceptional woman whom I have the honor of seeing again,” he said.

This took me off guard and I gave him a funny look. I looked down at the package, and carefully tore off the brown paper. Inside was a very pretty hair comb in the shape of a dragon, with rubies for eyes and emeralds on the tail that curled around the side.

I gasped and looked up at him. “George,” I breathed. “This is... exquisite.”

The grin remained on his face. “So you like it.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I like it!”

“Good.” He gently took the comb out of my hands and walked behind me. As he began to gather some of my hair together, he said, “Saw it in a window and thought it would look brilliant on you.” He carefully placed the comb in my hair, then let his hands fall to my shoulders. “And I was right. Looks beautiful.”

It surprised me how very sweet he was. The gentle feel of his fingers on my shoulders made me shiver just a little. I could barely feel the comb in my hair, but I had a feeling that it did look really good. “George, that's so sweet of you. Thank you.” I paused, taking a moment to smell the flowers he had brought as well. “Trying to buy your way into my favor?”

“Oh, I have to buy my way in now? I thought I was already in your favor.”

I chuckled. He still stood behind me, his body nearly touching mine. As his fingers began to gently slide down my arms, I took a slow breath. I was definitely all too well aware of his presence. “Well, more or less,” I answered reluctantly. “I will admit that you did make a bit of an impression on me before.”

“Just a bit? Well, blimey. Could've sworn that I did better than that,” he said, slowly pulling my body against his. “I thought that there was a bit of a look in your eyes when you were looking at me the other day.”

“I'm reasonably certain that was the way you were looking at me,” I teased. “After all, you could hardly take your eyes off of me.”

“Too right there.” George slowly slid his hands down to my waist, very gently rubbing me through my dress. “You looked good enough the other day. You look even more gorgeous right now, luv. Shouldn't be legal for one woman to look so good.”

I smiled to myself, absently thinking that this was a different seduction, but no less enjoyable. I slowly set aside the flowers and the box on the arm of the couch, and contented myself to the slow touch that George was making. “I think you're full of sweet words, George Weasley. Do you expect something out of me in return for the lovely gifts?”

“Not at all, luv,” George replied, his finger whispering over my stomach, before drifting back to my waist and sliding back up my arms. “I wouldn't dream of expecting anything from you. I do, however, have a rather pressing need to give you more.”

He shifted slightly behind me, and I felt the stirrings of his erection grazing my posterior. I felt a shiver of desire wash over me. I had actually been planning to try and go have a normal date, as in leaving the house for a few hours before coming back and getting creative... but somehow, I didn't think that was going to be in the cards.

“But you've given me so much already,” I said, slowly raising my arms. George's hands followed my arms, his fingers touching every inch of skin until our fingers met. “I can't imagine that there's anything else you would need to give me.”

George pressed his lips to my ear, his breath warm against my skin and sending sensory vibrations down my body. “I suppose you've already forgotten how very much I enjoy looking at you,” he said. “Or the possibilities that are hidden in the dark, what magic can really do.”

As I let my hands fall back to gently grasp his head, I felt George's fingers drift down my arms and along my sides until they brushed over my backside, tempting me by bunching in the fabric of my skirt. “Mmm,” I said, luxuriating in the way he was coming on to me. “Something about virile young men, as I recall. But there's only one of you here.”

His breath was still warm against my ear, the brush of his lips against my flesh a temptation. “Fred already had his chance,” he said, gently flicking his tongue against my ear and soliciting a shiver from me, not to mention a deep longing that I had not anticipated. He gently kissed behind my ear as his hands slid around to my stomach, very slowly pulling up the front of my skirt. I didn't stop him.

I tilted my head to give him a slightly easier access. “I see,” I said slowly, sliding my fingers through his hair and gently beginning to sway my body. “But there seemed to be promise of what twins could do together. Or was all that just empty promises?”

George made a sound that vibrated in his chest and against my back. “Ah, I didn't think you were paying attention.” He sounded amused. “But let's say for now that you can inspect both of us on our individual merits. I think you'll be pleased with what you see.”

The unspoken promise made me smile wider. I wasn't sure if he realized that I had already “inspected” his brother, but at the moment, it appeared that all of his concentration was for allowing me to “inspect” him. And he really seemed to enjoy a seduction. It was almost worthy of myself. I was impressed.

“And do I get a say in any of this?” I asked coyly, moving to turn around in his arms. “After all, I seem to be the object coming between you two. I certainly wouldn't want to drive a wedge between brothers.”

George gazed down at me with a very mischievous look in his eyes, his lips curled in a smile that looked more like a smirk. He brought a hand to my chin, gently stroking my skin. At last he said, “I wouldn't worry about that, Maggie. I think you'll come to find that Fred and I have a very clear understanding between us. Right now, the only thing you need worry about is being as beautiful as you are.”

I raised my hands to his chest, gently drawing my nails down the soft fabric. Raising an eyebrow, I replied, “I think there's something you'll come to find out about me, George. I don't usually just sit back and let the man have all the fun.”

He took a step forward, forcing me to take one back, and I found myself leaning against my couch. At the same time, one of his hands drifted down towards my hip, then down towards the hem of my skirt. “And what if all the man wants is to bring you pleasure?” he asked, his eyes boring into me with a heat that I found myself responding to all too quickly.

My fingers found his waist, and I smiled, toying with the fabric but allowing my fingers to intimate other things as well. “I think that some men don't know when they're in too deep,” I answered, leaning back a little so that I could stare up at him with a look.

George merely raised an eyebrow, brushing a few loose hairs back from my face. His free hand began to slowly slide up my skirt, pushing it back as his hand skirted my leg. “Maybe some women don't understand exactly how much a man understands, and that sometimes a woman knows when she's found a right match.”

As his fingers pushed my skirt up, I allowed myself to release a sigh of contentment and arousal. I wasn't about to deny that George's hands on me were not affecting me. As a matter of fact, it was actually rather fun having him initiate things, letting him believe that he could seduce me all too easily. Actually, I figured I would let him have some fun for a few more minutes, and then I would turn the tables.

“And do you think you're a right match for me, George?” I asked, looking up at him with a focused look.

He met my gaze, his eyes just as focused, full of controlled lust. For a moment he paused in his movements, just hovering close to me. Finally a grin touched his lips. “I think you know that answer better than I do, luv,” he said at last. “All I can tell you is that I find it very telling that you seem to enjoy what I'm doing.”

“Hmm.” I smiled then, feeling my own flirtatiousness rising inside of me like a cat uncurling. “Or... it could be that I like to see what you've got, and I've been waiting for the opportunity to do something myself.” I slowly raised a leg, letting my skirt fall back a little, just to the top of my garters. His hand slid along my leg, radiating heat.

George raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at my leg. “Bloody hell,” he said, gently pushing my skirt back so he could see the garters fully. “These are the sexiest things I've ever seen. What else you got under there, luv?”

Shrugging gracefully, I let him stare and stroke for a few moments. “More than you can handle,” I replied at last.

Our eyes locked. There was a fire burning in his gaze now. “Is that right.”

With a wicked grin, I hooked my leg around his waist, then grabbed his shoulders and pulled myself up. A moment later I had slid upwards and into his arms, both legs wrapped around his waist. He automatically reached around to hold onto my thighs, keeping me balanced. He looked surprised but pleased.

“I love it when girls just throw themselves at me,” he said cheekily. “Never had it so easy before, though it's a lot easier to seduce you when your feet are on the ground.”

The predator in me grinned widely, and I gently rubbed my thumbs against his neck, eyes flicking over his face. “And a good seduction, too, I admit,” I said softly, leaning in closer. I noted that he held me without flinching, very nicely balanced. Ten points for George. “Though I think it's time I took matters into my own hands.”

George held my gaze unwaveringly, the smile still touching his lips. “What's the matter, luv? Afraid of losing control?” he asked.

Shrugging gracefully, I ran my hands through his hair, noting how it felt exactly like Fred's hair did. But George was different. He had a different style than his brother did. “Hardly afraid of that,” I answered, leaning in closer until our lips were but an inch apart. “I just haven't met that many men who have been able to make me lose control the way I like. So usually I take over and make sure the men lose control.”

I flicked my tongue over his lips once, then slid my cheek over his until I came to his ear and I breathed in his scent. He smelled like pumpkin pie and sandalwood, a yummy combination.

George made a sound, and I felt him take a few steps. “So that's how it normally is, eh,” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest.

“Aren't you going to tell me that I haven't met the right men?” I inquired as I felt the back of the couch under my rear end, and I gave his ear a light caress with my tongue.

As George sat me on my rear, and thusly returning him to his position of being able to look down on me, he gave me an intense look. Brushing his fingers over my cheek, he leaned in close to my face, breath warm against my skin. “Not at all,” he whispered. “I'm sure you've heard that a million times before.”

I was intrigued. George Weasley was not playing according to the regular script, and it was a bit of a change for me. Little goosebumps broke out over my skin as he let his lips skim over my cheek, his eyes watching my every move. Reaching for his shirt, I began fiddling with the buttons. “So you're different than everyone else,” I said, closing my eyes as he placed gentle, brief kisses on my cheek, my nose, and forehead.

“Ah, but you've heard that a million times before as well,” he chuckled, sliding a hand over my arm. He moved towards my left ear, his warm breath searing my skin. I felt his tongue gently caress my ear, so briefly, and I inhaled sharply.

The gentle seduction he was doing was bringing a very centered heat to my core. Every little touch, every skirting of a kiss, every time he did not touch any of my erogenous zones, I became a little weaker, desiring him even more. Suddenly every inch of my body was becoming an erogenous zone. And that was unusual.

Tilting my head so he could have better access to my neck, I sighed gently, raising a hand to his neck and holding him close. “And you wouldn't want to be like that, would you.”

George gently tilted my head upwards and back, his lips barely skimming my throat. As his hand weaved into my hair, tugging ever so gently, I began to quiver. He placed a few gentle kisses on my skin as he moved towards my other ear. “It's not about what I want,” he murmured, placing a hand on my left knee, very carefully tracing a nonexistent pattern on it. “It's about making you feel everything there is to feel.”

A searing heat was beginning to throb in my lower regions, my stomach clenching in response to his words. My heart was beginning to beat a little faster as I began unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time. “Is that right,” I breathed, luxuriating in the way his soft hair ran through my fingers.

He licked a long, slow line up my neck to my ear, and I gasped. When he spoke, it sent full trembles all over my body. “Of course it is.”

“If that's so,” I said, still working on his shirt, “then why haven't you touched me yet?”

George chuckled knowingly, his fingers still lingering on my knee, the others on the back of my neck. “But I am touching you, luv,” he responded, sliding one hand down my leg and encircling my calf.

The loose dress was feeling far too constricting at the moment, and the fact that George was tormenting me so expertly was starting to make me impatient. At the same time, however, I was utterly thrilled that he was being so coy, so slow about it all. Not many men in my life had ever taken time to seduce me this way. No one I remembered had ever affected me like this.

I finished with the buttons, and pressed my hand against his bare skin. He was warm, almost aglow, and I thrilled in the sensations of his flesh against mine. He wasn't trying to stop me, so I assumed that he had no problem with me touching him. I could feel the definition of his torso, the way the muscles were shaped beneath his skin, the planes of his stomach and how he was in very good shape. I ran light nails down his flesh, and was rewarded with a clenching of his muscles, a slight tremble in his body.

“You know what I mean,” I retorted.

“Hmm.” The hand on my leg paused, then slowly began sliding in the opposite direction, back up to my knee, and up my thigh. I swallowed hard as his fingers squeezed where my garters met the stockings, sliding around my thigh and towards more intimate places. “And where would you like me to touch me then?” he inquired, his other hand touching my shoulder before moving to caress my back.

My chest felt taut, filled to the brim with a desire that would burst out of me soon. I could feel my cheeks flaming, so badly wanting to take what I wanted while at the same time refusing to break this spell he had on me. The stray thought occurred to me that he was indeed working a spell on me, but when his fingers brushed almost lazily over my silk panties I knew that he was calculating, brilliant, and very skilled.

A tiny whimper escaped my lips. “Anywhere you like,” I breathed. “So long as you kiss me first.”

George slowly raised his head to look at me. His eyes were focused, dark with desire, and gazing at me with a knowing look that spoke volumes about what was going on inside his head. There was pleasure that he could make me so vulnerable, desire to give in to what he and I both wanted, and a satisfaction that he still had me at his mercy. I watched his lips, how they always seemed to have that mischievous smile just at the edges. Though at the moment, that smile was in full view. So tempting, so delicious looking, as if to say 'I know you want me, and I know that I can give you what you want.'

“Now that,” he said softly, “would be my pleasure.”

His lips touched mine, gently at first, then with a pent-up passion that came from both of us. I devoured his mouth, anxious to taste him. The kiss he had given me a few days ago was nothing compared to this. I could taste his power, his will, his enjoyment and his patience. If he wanted to, he could draw out this game even longer. When his tongue touched my lips, I opened to him instantly, and returned the favor. So warm and sweet.

I felt as if there was a glowing ball of light inside of me. I was so wound up with wanting that even just kissing George was a bit of release. George obviously knew that, for as our mouths battled for dominance, I felt his fingers press over my heated sex. I gasped sharply, near to wincing at the contact. As he stroked slowly, not yet inside of me, I moaned through our kiss.

“Touch me,” I whispered into his mouth, heart hammering against my chest. “George... just touch me.”

George was breathing heavily now as well. He pulled back enough to look into my eyes for a moment as he slid aside my panties and his fingers found their mark. I gasped loudly and arched momentarily as his fingers entered me. George made a sound like a purr, a sound of contentment.

“Gods, Maggie,” he murmured. “You're so wet. You feel so good.”

Two fingers slid inside of my throbbing sex, pushing farther inside of me and making me tremble. I moaned aloud, giving myself over to the sensations he was causing in me. Swallowing hard, I could hear how wet I was. Clutching George's shoulder, I looked at him through half-closed eyes. “George,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. “Feels so good...”

He kissed beside my mouth, his free hand squeezing my hip. “Tell me what you want, Maggie,” he said quietly. “Tell me what you like.”

What he kidding? Anything he did was going to make me happy.

As his fingers began to move quicker inside of me and drawing out another moan from me, I gasped, “I want... I want you to make me cum, George... Please, I need to...”

George chuckled again, the sound sending shivers down my back. “Of course you do.”

Without another word, he slowly sank to his knees, leaving me clutching the couch with my nails to keep my upright. I looked down at him with wide eyes, and he winked at me. He began kissing my thigh, slowly working his way inward. Every touch was driving me mad. The feel of his lips over my stockings was so erotic.

I held my breath as he moved closer to my center. His fingers slowed in their movements, and I took a moment to make a sound of disappointment. That disappointment was short-lived. A moment later he pushed aside my panties and I felt his tongue caressing my folds. I cried out loud, squirming.

Every motion, every move he made, caused my body to tingle and wriggle as he lapped at me, that clever tongue working me into a frenzy. I cried out again, reaching down to grab his head. And then without warning, he pushed his tongue inside of me. I near screamed with the pleasure.

“Oh... gods, George,” I gasped, my desire burning furiously with each plunge of his tongue. “Oh, gods, don't stop...”

George growled slightly against me, which sent a furious vibration through me. I held onto the couch for dear life, gasping for breath.

When he pulled his tongue out, he immediately thrust two fingers back inside of me. Again I cried out. I barely heard him say, “You are so beautiful, Maggie. You feel so incredible. Just watching you is enough to make a bloke lose control. You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

I whimpered as his fingers moved quickly in and out of me, and soon he began flicking a gently finger over my clit. Moaning, I ran my fingers through his hair. It kept me grounded while at the same time letting me lose myself.

“Oh, George,” I moaned, as he thrust a third finger inside of me. “God, you feel so good...”

Suddenly I felt his tongue lick a long line up my slit, ending on my clit. As he began to flick it with his tongue, I came near to screaming as my body began to spasm, my entire lower body filled with tension. His face was half-buried, intent upon his task when I glanced down at him with half-closed eyes. Electric currents were swiftly building inside of me with every touch, the pressure building like a thunderstorm.

“Yes, yes... oh, god, George, yes, right there... please... Ohhhhh!”

I half-screamed with pleasure as I reached my peak, the thunderstorm enveloping me completely. My body convulsed as I threw my head back and trying not to tighten my legs around George's head. There were no thoughts, no singular sensations, only the overall experience of the total pleasure overwhelming me.

Very slowly I began to come down from my high, the crashing waves ebbing away and leaving me very sated. I slumped on the couch, gasping for breath, drained. For a few moments I refused to open my eyes, overwhelmed by the racing of my heart. I wanted to retain a fragment of that pleasure, of that blissful nothingness. I vaguely felt George remove himself from me, and stand up.

Upon opening my eyes, I found George leaning over me. He was grinning at me like a fool, his lips still wet. I smiled deliriously back at him, taking a slow, deep breath to calm myself down. Funny how I didn't do anything, yet I was plainly exhausted.

Reaching for his waist, I pulled him close to me. “You...” I began, still trying to calm down.

George raised an eyebrow, still gazing at me with a distinctly make pride. “Yes, luv?”

Shaking my head, I chuckled. “You have talent, my dear,” I finally said. “You really, truly have a talent. And I don't mind saying so.”

Reaching down to brush back my hair from my face, George grinned. “Just a humble admirer of women and the pursuit of pleasure,” he replied. “I have to tell you that seeing you like that, and hearing you call my name, was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Nearly made me cum right then.”

I smirked. “I'm sure.” I cast a casual eye towards his crotch, and was surprised to find that the bulge I'd felt growing there earlier was now not nearly as pronounced. “You sure you didn't?” I asked slyly.

He shrugged. “Couldn't help it, darling. Tasting you was too much. I had to get myself off. Hope you don't mind.”

The idea that he had been pleasuring himself at the same time he had been pleasing me was actually a turn-on. “No, not at all. I'm just surprised I didn't hear you.”

“Well, you were screaming a bit,” he said, smiling broadly. “I doubt you would've heard too much.”

I shrugged, unable to wipe the satisfied smile off my face. “Hey, what can I say? You certainly know what you're doing. And just to let you know...” I shifted and sat up so I could run a finger down his chest. “I only wish I could have watched you while you were pleasuring yourself. I think it's very sexy.”

George raised an eyebrow, giving me a look as he pulled me closer. “Well, then I'll make sure that you get what you want next time,” he said, eyes fixed on me and promising all sorts of dark and dirty things.

“Oh, believe me, you've already given me quite a bit that I wanted.” I paused, just looking up at him. “No one's ever done that to me, George,” I said, a bit curiously, a bit intrigued.

“I don't believe that.”

“Not... that. The way you seduced me.” I searched his face, the cunning in his eyes, the pride in his face, and something else beneath that, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. “No one's ever turned the tables on me like that.”

George traced a finger down my cheek, the look in his face softening. “Well... since I didn't hear you objecting, I'm going to take that as a good thing,” he said.

There was a strange feeling in my chest, but I dismissed it as the satisfaction that still lingered inside of me. “No, not objecting at all. It was just different.”

He pulled me to standing, and wrapped his arms around me. For a long moment he gazed at me, his own cheeks a little pink and flushed. At last he kissed me, a slow and unhurried kiss that still sent shivers down to my toes. I could still taste my own essence on his lips.

Pulling away slowly, I smoothed my skirt down and stood tall. “Well, then.” I grinned, moving to button up his shirt. “As much as I enjoyed this start to our date, I have to admit that I could use some refreshment.”

“Ah, now you're a Legilimens, I see,” George laughed. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Patting his shirt, I said, “Come on. Let's grab some food, and then there's a place I want to take you to.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really. What sort of place is it?”

I shrugged innocently. “It's a surprise. But trust me. You like to make mischief. Well, so do I.”

George growled playfully at me and nipped at my ear. “A woman after my own heart. I do think we should have met a long time ago, luv. If there's mischief around, you can bet I'm interested.”

“Good.”