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“Georgie, please, I need to go.” Hermione said, kissing her boyfriend for the hundredth time that night. His arms remained around her tiny waist. He didn’t want her to leave for selfish reasons, but it was also starting to snow and he knew she was going to walk to her parents who lived not far from him, but far enough to make him worry.
“But it’s cold outside.” He jokingly whines at her, not wanting to let her in on his little secret. “I had been hoping you’d drop by tonight, and stay.”
“I can’t. I need to get home. I promised my parents I’d see them tomorrow and I still have to wrap their presents.” She said, slipping her cold fingers under his sweater. He shivered at her touch. Her parents weren’t going to be around for the Christmas Holiday, so they were going to celebrate early.
“But what’s the hurry, it’s still early.” George said, kissing her neck. “Love, plus it's getting bad out there. You really should stay.” She looked out the window and he was right. “Can’t I make you a warm drink before you go at least?”
“I guess.” She said after a moment. “I really need to go after that. Can I borrow a scarf and hat?”
“Of course.” He said, pulling her back down the hall of his flat to the kitchen. She pulled her coat off and took a seat on a stool that was by the island. “You are my kryptonite.” He smirks at her over his shoulder as he makes her favorite drink. Hot Chocolate.
“I can’t believe it’s coming down like that.” He said looking out the window near the sink. “Maybe you should call your mom and let her know I’ll drop you off tomorrow, it’s not safe for you to walk home tonight and the roads are going to be horrible in the morning.”
“No, I need to go.” Hermione said. He placed the hot chocolate he had made infront of her. He then took a seat next to her. She took a sip of her drink, looking into the mug. “What did you put in this?”
“Made it with cream instead of milk, do you like it?.” He said, pulling her closer to him. He moved her hair back and he started to kiss down her jaw to her neck. She shivered due to the chills he was giving her.
“I love you, Georgie.” She moaned, as he made his way back up to her lips. He grinned at her, “I mean it.”
“I love you too, Hermione. So very much.” She smiled warmly at him. “Please stay?” He asked. “I don’t want you out there all alone.” She thought for a few moments, kissing him gently, she then nodded.
“Okay, fine. Let me call my mom.” She pulled her cell from her pocket. “Hi, Mom!...Yea, it’s pretty bad out…Yea, I think I’m just going to spend the night where I am…Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow…Bye, Love you, Bye.” She said before tucking her phone back into her pocket.
“Now that you’re spending the night, what would you like to do?” George asks, she smirks at him before standing and heading out of the kitchen, she looks behind her at him giving him a come hither look. He gets up and starts to follow. When he exits the kitchen, she tosses something at him. He stops in his tracks to see it’s her shirt. He looks up from the garment and she’s standing in the middle of the hall, one arm covering her breasts, the other holding her bra. She dropped it, he watched it fall then watched as the most beautiful creature he’s ever met made her way to his bedroom. “Oh you minx.” He mumbles, shocked at the sight of her hand coming out from the door she’d just entered and dropping the panties she’d been wearing right outside the doorway.
“Georgie, I’m ready for you.” She says from the bedroom, George’s eyes grow wide, then a huge grin spreads across his face.
“Merry Christmas Georgie.” he tells himself as he starts to undress himself, making his way down the hall to find her, in his bed. Naked. Waiting for him.