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A Favour


What's the worst that he could do?

He could just say no. That wasn't so bad. Then he could go and tell all his brothers, then Ron and Harry would know. On second thought, that was the worst that could happen.

It was embarrassing enough thinking about this, even considering going to him with this, but really he was the only one who was close to possible saying yes to this crazy proposal of hers.

Bill had Fleur and they were getting married in a few days. Charlie apparently fancied some member of the order, who worked in Romania. Percy, well we wont even go there. Fred was getting very serious with Angelina. Harry was in a on and off thing with Ginny, and besides, it would just be plain weird. Then of course there was Ron, but Hermione really didn't want to ask him, after the Lavender debacle, and now she didn't think she really wanted to be with Ron anymore, and asking him to do this would give him the completely wrong message, so that only left one option.


He was single, he was cute, and from the twins' reputation at Hogwarts, he had some experience. So he really was the only option.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. If anyone had said a year ago, heck even a month ago, that she would be doing this, well she'd call them mad, and personally take them to St Mungo's herself.

All the Weasley children were living at home once more, Mrs Weasley had put her foot down - in these dark times she wanted all her children close.

The day before she had begged Angelina to take Fred out tonight, and make sure he didn't return until the morning. Angelina hadn't minded at all, but Hermione was a bit alarmed by the knowing look that came into her eyes, as she agreed. She couldn't have possible known what she had planned, could she? Hermione had been very discreet, watching George when she was sure that no one was watching. So it really was impossible.

Taking one last look in the bathroom mirror, which she had silenced, it had been saying some very crass things to her as it saw what she was wearing. She was nervous enough as it was without it talking back. She opened the door a crack, peeking out the hall seemed empty, so opening the door the rest of the way silently, and walked slowly and as quiet as possible down to the twins room.

She was relieved to see the light coming from beneath the door. She wouldn't be waking him up. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Yeah," she heard him say.

Mustering all of her resolve she opened the door, and went in, closing the door behind her. "Hi George," she said nervously.

He looked up from his book, and gaped at her, "Hermione!" Pulling the sheets up to cover his naked chest, "What are you doing in here?"

"I wanted to ask you something," she asked.

"Alright, shouldn't you have more clothes on?" He asked indicating her nightie, which was a tad shorter tonight, and a bit tighter thanks to a charm.

"Well I was just getting ready for bed, what's wrong with my nightie?"

"Nothing," he said gulping visibly, "Nothing at all, so uh…what did you want to ask me?" He said crossing his legs over under the covers.

She sat down on Fred' bed, this seemed a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

"I need you to do something for me," she said quickly.

"Okay then, what is it?"

She closed her eyes, for some reason she couldn't bear to look at him when she asked this. "I want you to make love to me."

The silence was deafening, Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes to see George looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. He closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to catch his bearings, "Why?" he croaked, clearing his throat, "Why do you want me to…uh…you know?"

"I just…I don't…I don't want to die without ever having experienced it, without having done it," she whispered.

He jumped out of his bed, and crouched in front of her, cradling her face in his hands, "Hey, you aren't going to die," he whispered, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

"You don't know that, none of us know what is going to happen," she took a deep breath, "Every day that goes by just makes it worse, soon we are going…" she stopped, no one knew of their plans to go to Godric' Hollow. "Soon it's all going to come to a head, and I…none of us know if we are going to survive this."

"You are not going to die," he repeated, "I wont let you."

"You can't control life and death George, please?" she pleaded.

He looked into her eyes for a moment, and then leant forward and captured her lips in the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced. She put her hands on his shoulders, she moved her lips with his, gently echoing his movements, she slivered closer to the edge of the bed trying to get closer to him, inadvertently slipping off the bed, and onto his lap.

"Well that was graceful," she giggled.

George looked into her eyes once more, "Hermione are you sure about this?"

"Do you think this is something I do often? Shrinking my favourite nightie, and then try to seduce my friends?" She asked.

"Well I most certainly hope not," he joked, "But I'm serious, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do…"

"George," pulling his face closer, "What part of 'I want you to make love to me' didn't you understand?"

He blushed red in the face, "Oh I understood perfectly, I just want to be sure that you are one hundred percent sure that this is what you want."

"George, honey," she whispered, "I appreciate your concern so much, but I really want to do this, trust me."

"Alright then," he said with a smile, leaning his head down, he kissed her again, just as sweet as before. Hermione moved to deepen the kiss, but George moved his head back. "Come on, I'm not doing this on the floor." He moved her off his lap, and hopped up, and moved them over to his bed.

"George?" He turned from the bed where he was moving his book, and looked at her, "I don't have my wand, for the...uh...charm."

He grabbed his wand, and waggled it around, giving her a wide smile, he pointed it at her stomach and said the charm, and then sealing the room, adding a silencing charm for good measure, "Good idea."

He put his arms around her pulling her up against him, "Hermione, are you…"

"Don't ask me if I want to do this again," she warned, "I think I made myself very clear."

"Ok," he said sheepishly.

"Turn around," she said, he looked at her oddly, but he complied. When his back was turned, Hermione pulled her nightie over her head, and climbed onto his bed, sitting in just her panties. "Okay, you can turn back around," he did, and she could have sworn his eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Convinced?"

He nodded somewhat dumbly, and climbed in next to her, "Let's just take it slow okay?"

"Sounds good," she said, lying down under the cover, reaching out for his hand, indicating for him to move closer, he laid over her partially.

Cupping her cheek in his hand, he kissed her, and started touching her with his other hand, quickly making her forget about taking it slow at all.

The next morning Hermione was making her way down to breakfast when she was pulled into the bathroom on the second floor.

"Well?" Angelina insisted.

"Well what?" She asked, semi-puzzled, maybe she did figure it out.

"Did George and you…connect?"

Hermione nodded her head, and jumped when Angelina squealed and threw her arms around her.

"How was it? He was very considerate, wasn't he? If he wasn't I'll kick his arse." She said very seriously.

"Don't worry," she giggled, "When we…uh…well…you know, it didn't happen for me, but he made sure after that I...you know."

"Really!" She exclaimed, "That's so sweet, I'm so happy that it happened for you," she gave her a big hug, "Come on, lets get you some breakfast, you must be starving," she laughed.

"I am a bit," she started laughing with her. "Let's go."

As everyone had already came down to breakfast, as luck would have it, the only spare seat after Angie sat next to Fred, was coincidentally next to George. Giving him a nervous smile, she sat down next to him.

"Good morning," he said in a very cheery voice.

"Morning," she replied.

"Eggs?" He asked holding the platter in front of her.

"Thanks," she answered, taking some from the plate, it seemed as if he was going to treat her like nothing had happened. Which was kind of what she wanted, but she would have liked him to have at least indicate how he felt about her today.

Sighing, she started eating, and trying to focus on the conversations happening around the table, but it was hard when George was sitting next to her, and all she could see in her mind was him laying over her, naked, and touching her in ways that she should not be imaging at the table.

"Sleep well?" he brought her out of her musings, and she went beetroot red looking at him, when she had just been having very improper thoughts about him at the breakfast table.

"Yes, you?"

"Wonderfully," he said, turning back to Bill on his other side, and started to talk again, Hermione was just about to start eating again, when he took her hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. It wasn't a big sign, but it was something, maybe last night had made him feel something. Keeping the smile from becoming a Cheshire grin, she quickly put some eggs in her mouth, to maintain some control. She looked up at Angelina who was looking at her somewhat anxiously. She gave her a quick grin and a wink, which she returned.

Who knew what would happen now, whether George and her would be a couple. All she knew was that he had been really sweet last night, and she would certainly not say no to another encounter.

I originally started writing this because I wanted to try and write a certain kind of scene wink, and I failed miserable. I chickened out before I got anywhere near that part, and as I wanted to write a story to go with it, I kept going, because I liked the idea. I'm not entirely happy with how it turned out, so feedback would be very much appreciated. :)