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Hermione just stared outside at the mist. “Why?”
“Why what, love?” George wrapped his arms around her waist. “Blergh, rain.”
“Yes, it’s misting outside, and it's driving me bonkers because that’s all we've had for the last three days. Rain of some sort.” She turned around in his arms. “What were you going to do today?”
“Well.” He smirked at her. “When do the boys come home?”
Hermione weaved her arms around his shoulders. “Not for hours, my dear.”
“Excellent.” He smashed his lips onto hers, garnering a moan. He squeezed his arms a bit tighter before bringing her to the bedroom for some afternoon delight.