Boys And Men

A/N: I don’t own anything, J. K. Rowling is the goddess who has managed to bewitch our minds & ensnare our senses. This is my response to The Smutty Classroom’s You Can Leave Your Hat On Challenge. You were given a pairing, swordwords to include, categories to include, & sent off to do your work.

This is my first fan fiction to write, and I can’t believe it was smut. Oh well, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

Thanks to my Beta Thalia. You were great. :)

If you really like it, and I get enough reviews, I may do a follow up piece.

Pairing: Hermione/George
Categories: Fluff/PWP
Words: pool(s), moon, heavy, window

Boys and Men

It was quiet out in the quidditch paddock, and George Weasley was sitting under a tree taking a breather from the hustle and bustle that was the Burrow these days. The war had been over for a month now, and Molly Weasley had insisted that all of her children, along with their significant others, come home for a holiday. The only two who didn’t have someone else were George and his second oldest brother Charlie, who wouldn’t be arriving from Romania until later in the week. He heard the back door slam and wondered who else would be seeking refuge in his hideaway. Well, with such a large family, you were never really alone for long.

Hermione Granger, his youngest brother’s best friend and the girl Ron was hoping to soon to make his girlfriend -- was running towards the paddock with tears streaming down her face. Of course, these days most people hadn’t finished grieving their losses, but he hadn’t seen her cry in a long time. Hermione had grown into such a beautiful woman and had been instrumental in the spell that vanquished Voldemort. She was curvy in all the right places, but George had pushed those thoughts aside, assuming she was to become Ron’s girlfriend. She, along with Ron and Harry, had only been out of school for two weeks, and she had been at the Burrow the entire time, while they were deciding upon careers and the future.

"Why does he have to be such an insufferable git?" she screamed to no one in particular.

"Problems, Hermione?"

Since she didn’t see Angelina anywhere around, it must be George, Hermione thought.

"George? I didn’t know anyone was up here."

"Yeah. It’s me. Came to get a little fresh air. Sometimes, when we’re all together, I still get overwhelmed with emotion when I think of all the people who should be here celebrating with us. Is that what’s botherinu?&qu?"

Hermione knew they were different, Fred and George, even when others didn’t notice. Fred was always the one bringing people into the party, making them try a new Wizards Wheeze, and flirting with the ladies. George, on the other hand, was the more sensitive one. He had been the shoulder many had cried on during the war, the one who was always concerned about his family and friends’ emotional well-being, and the one who had the head for running the business. Fred was the salesman, but George knew how to handle the money.

"No, but I do know how you feel. My problem was that brother of yours. Just when I think we’re making progress, he goes and does something so, so…" And she started sobbing again.

"Come here, I think you need a Weasley hug." She looked at him hesitantly.

"I won’t turn you into a canary or anything." He gave a little chuckle, and so did she. She sat down beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her.

"So tell me what that dunder-head of a brother of mine did to upset you so."

"We were sitting there talking, when Bill and Fleur apparated into the kitchen. Ron was stumbling all over himself to talk to her, reminding me how plain and boring I was."

George put his hand under her chin and brt het her head up to look her in the eyes.

"If Ron wants to throw his future out the window, then let him. If he can’t see what a brilliant, clever, intelligent, beautiful woman is sitting right there beside him, then you don’t need to be wasting your time on a boy. Start looking for a man instead."

"Me, beaut? I ? I think you have me confused with someone else."

"No, Hermione, I don’t have you confused with anyone else." He knew he was taking a chance, but decided to lay all his cards on the table, and he bent down and kissed her. He was gentle and caring, and when she kissed back and entwined her fingers in his hair, they both knew how right it felt. He pulled her up into his lap as their kisses intensified. He ran his tongue along her lip, and she granted him access to her mouth. Their tongues dueled and she moaned into his mouth.

George left her mouth, raining a trail of kisses down her jaw to her pulse point; she moaned louder and ground against his crotch. Her heavy pants encouraged him more. She noticed a distinct difference between what she had accidentally-on-purpose felt of Ron’s compared to what she was feeling beneath her now.

George ran his hand up her side and up her shirt to cup one of her breasts. He massaged it and her nipple jumped at the attention. She bucked against him and he moaned her name. Their eyes met, he looked into the warmth of then, like pools of chocolate, and knew he could drown in those eyes. She gave him a slight smile.

"Beautiful," he whispered, and placed his mouth on hers again, easing her back onto the grass. He let his hand trail up her thigh and up under her skirt. Her knickers were wet, and he slipped his fingers up under the fabric. He parted her folds and rubbed her clit gently.

"Oh, George." She was trembling, pleasure sweeping through her body as George found a rhythm that made her shudder. He kept his thumb in place rubbing her, slidslid two fingers into her velvety wetness. He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers as her worked them around, looking for the spot Fred had told him about. It was often the subject of myth, he had heard from others. Then she started writhing; he was sending her higher and higher, quickly. She shook as one last gentle rub sent her over the edge.

She laid there, her senses returning to her slowly. When she opened her eyes, she was staring into beautiful blue ones. They were different from Ron’s; darker blue, with a hint of mischievousness hidden within.

"Feeling better, love?"

"A little, but I think I could use a little more cheering." She got up on her knees and hovered over his body. He was long and lean, but she had felt those strong muscles underneath his clothes. Quidditch definitely did his body good. She kissed him hard, exploring his mouth again, running her tongue along his teeth. She trailed kisses down his jaw line and neck, mimicking his motions from earlier. Meanwhile, her hands were making a trail southward. His pants were very taut now, and she unbuttoned them and slowly worked the zipper down. She left his mouth, put both hands around his waistband and edged his pants and underwear down under his hips. She was right--definitely bigger than Ron.

She wrapped her hand around the head and slowly worked her way down. A low growl escaped his throat, and she took this as a positive sign and lowered her lips down to follow her hand. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness of the drops that eased out of it. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she lowered her lips down around his throbbing member. She worked her way back up, circling the length with her tongue. She repeated this action, deliberately going slowly, enjoying the power she had.

"Hermione, if you don’t stop now, I won’t be able to."

She stood up and slowly lowered her knickers and stepped out of them. She then straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto him until he was completely sheathed inside her. She looked down at his face, and he was looking at her with those eyes. They locked eyes, and she slowly started moving her hips against him. He placed his hands on her hips to help guide her. Their actions were slow and deliberate at first, but she could quickly feel her orgasm rising inside her again. She quickened her pace, and he deepened his thrusts. Each thrust bringing them both closer and closer.

"Fly for me, love, let go." His words were all she needed as she cried out his name into the night air. As her muscles tightened around him, he joined her in release, crying her name out in a delicate whisper, meant to show how cherished she was.

She collapsed onto him and he wrapped his arms around her. They were both panting and sweaty, but neither wanted to move. After a few minutes, Hermione shifted, and settled onto her side, laying one hand across his chest and wrapping one leg around his. The moon shone down brightly on the two lovers. His hand cupped her cheek as he brought her face up to look at him.

"Hermione, I don’t mean to interrupt the moment, but I don’t think I can let you go back down to the house and have Ron following you around."

A smile spread across her lips. "Oh, don’t worry, love pla plan on having a chat with your dear brother on the difference between Boys and Men."