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AN// Content warning: There is explicit sexual content in this chapter! You've been warned :)

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Hermione laid next to George in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, a single thought eating away at her. She rolled to face him and his eyes slid open, a smile on his face. He always seemed to know when she wanted to talk, even in his sleep. Hermione guessed it was the link. She gave him a shy smile.
"I wanted to ask when we got home, but I didn't know if I should. But I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I don't ask" She laughed quietly and he chuckled with a nod. He poked her head.
"That busy brain of yours keeping you awake?" He teased and she glared playfully at him. She let out a breath and brushed a curl behind her ear.
"What did you and Ron talk about..." She trailed off and his smile drifted from his. She was filled with regret, and quickly tried to take it back.
"I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry" She whispered and he sighed, rolling onto his back. He took her hand in his before speaking.
"No, no, you have every right to know, I just don't want to come across as desperate" He chuckled and she gave him a questioning look.
"You've got a lot of admirers Granger '' He said with a smirk, and then it was her turn to laugh.
"What? That's ridiculous-" She started but he cut her off.
"It doesn't matter. I just feel like when it comes to Ron, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage" He said with a frown and she sat up instantly.
"George no, it's not like that with me and Ron. I did have feelings for him, before, but it was always wrapped in desperation, a fear of never getting to experience those things again. I was positive I wasn't going to live past the war. That's why, after we won, and I couldn't find my parents, I had nowhere to go. I didn't expect to need a place to live after. I suppose I'm lucky that this happened, or else I'd be living in a box on Diagon Alley" She finished with a small laugh. She could see the sadness in his eyes, that he knew what she was talking about. He sat up and faced her.
"You were the smartest witch at Hogwarts, I always knew. I always hoped that maybe one day I'd have a shot, but I always seemed to mess up every opportunity to try, like at the wedding" He frowned and she smiled at him.
"You have another wedding to put your moves to the test" She teased and he smirked at her.
"You ready to be swept off your feet by George Weasley?" He winked and she laughed, feeling light.
"Show me what you've got Weasley" She narrowed her eyes playfully. His eyes widened for a moment then he looked determined.
"I will. But know that Ron will also be giving it his best shot. Tonight at dinner he warned me to lay off, and that you were his" George said with a frown. His voice was laced with annoyance.
"I'm yours" Hermione whispered, climbing onto his lap. He put his hands on her waist, grinning down at her.
"You are, and my prat of a brother won't like it one bit" He smirked, dipping down to kiss her. She smiled into it. Magic radiated around them as the kiss intensified. Hermione hummed against his lips, as she rocked forward against him. Soon their clothes were on the floor, and the room was filled with quiet moans. This time Hermione had remembered the silencing charms, which she knew the other twin would appreciate. Purple sparks leapt from her fingers as she dragged her hands down his chest, his body hovering over her. His eyes met her, glazed and dark. She felt her stomach squirm. Suddenly she spoke, before she could think to stop herself.