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"She doesn't mean anything to me, Freddie!" George was sick of saying this exact same thing to his twin for the past six months. "Really, she's just a good shag!" It had been exactly six months to the day since he had started having regular sex with Hermione Granger. She was upset one day when she came into the shop, having just broken up with his younger brother Ron Weasley, so he had started flirting with her to get her to lighten up. Finally, she had given him a calculating look and bluntly asked him if he would be willing to have sex with her to help her forget, even for a short while. Well, being the Weasley twin that he was, he wasn't about to say no to a lady in distress.

Since then, the two had used each other without any remorse whatsoever. If George had a bad day at the shop he would floo to her flat and she would just know what he needed. In return, if the stress of her horrible job as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement got to her, she would show up at the twins' flat above their shop and allow George to make her forget everything except his name. The twin in question smirked at this thought. It really was empowering for someone to make the Hermione Granger forget everything that she keeps in that overly large brain of hers, except for the name of the guy shagging her.

"Well, Georgie, it just looks to me you're Granger's bitch. I mean, no matter what you're doing, if she shows up, you go following her like a lost puppy back into your room," Fred was grinning widely at his observation. "Never seen anything like it, mate!" To this, George mumbled something about where Fred could shove his observations and turned to leave the kitchen in their flat, where they had been having their 'discussion'. Without giving anything Fred had said another thought, George grabbed a handful of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace in their living room, and yelled out his destination. As he was swirling through the space connecting his fireplace to his destination, he could swear that he heard the distinct sound of Fred's laughter following him.

He stepped out of the fireplace and took a quick look around the room. He was in a cozy living room with book shelves lining two of the walls to his right near a large desk. He took another step into the room, listening for some noise to indicate if someone was actually there. He was not disappointed when a witch finally walked into the living room, presumably having heard the floo activate. Upon seeing who it was, she gave him a sympathetic look.

"Hey, George. Rough day?" Without waiting for his answer, Hermione walked over, took his hand and led him down the hallway of her two-bedroom flat, and into her room. Once the door closed behind them, George picked her up, spun her around, and roughly slammed her back against the door before pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. This position caused her to wrap her legs around George's waist to steady herself as her lips parted under his assault. He quickly took advantage, ramming his tongue into her mouth to fight and press against hers. At this, she let out a light moan. It was always like that between them: rough; they were only using each other to relieve stress after all. What better way to do that then mindless sex without consequences?

Hermione's nimble fingers began to tug at the bottom of George's t-shirt. He leaned away from her just long enough to pull off and fling the offending article across the room before leaning back in to place little bites down her neck. The witch's head fell back against the door with a dull thud as she let out another moan of pleasure. Her moans always drove him on, making him want to cause more of them. He reached up with both hands and ripped her dark blue button down shirt apart, buttons flying in every direction. He proceeded to knead her breasts, squeezing roughly and unabashedly pinching her nipples through her bra. The constant stream of breathy moans she was emitting were causing him to grow hard against her thigh.

When she could no longer take the sensations he was sending straight to her core, she reached back and began an intense struggle with her bra, trying to get it off so she could feel his hands on her flesh. George noticed her attempt to remove the article and just reached behind her and unsnapped it with one hand.

"Show off," Hermione grumbled as George ducked his head down to take one of her peaked nipples into his mouth. She felt him smirk around the sensitive area and moaned, arching her back and forcing him to take in more of her breast. He easily complied, now completely aroused by the panting witch he was holding against the door with just his knee between her legs. Emitting a rough growl, he let her fall to the ground, scooped her up, and tossed her unceremoniously onto her bed across the room. She landed with a light oomph and before she could even comprehend what he had done, he was pushing her back into her bed.

He took back his position at her breasts with more force, biting and sucking hard on the pink pearls that were her nipples. This caused Hermione to cry out as she felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. George knew she was close, so he ground his hard member against her aching core. She hadn't realized before he did that that he was very naked. This information just caused her to scream as she hit her climax and waves of pleasure rolled over her. As the pleasure receded, she noticed that George had wasted no time in removing her back dress pants and vaguely noticed his grunt of approval that she hadn't been wearing any knickers.

He reached his hand down between her legs and jammed three fingers inside of her. Feeling her quiver around his fingers, he deemed her ready and taking himself in hand, shoved his erection deep inside of her. They both moaned loudly at the initial friction it caused and the two immediately began thrusting their hips together, desperate to reach their own ends. George set the rhythm that he wanted and Hermione complied, this was for him after all. She could feel the dull ache in the deepest part of her lower belly that signified her coming orgasm. This caused her to groan deeply as the feeling built.

George, knowing exactly what the sound meant, reached down and pressed his thumb to her clit, causing her to gasp out his name with her completion. Wasting no time at all, he pulled out of her, gripped her by the thighs, flipped her small body over, pushed her so she was up on her hands and knees, then quickly rammed back into her. She moaned as he stimulated the still quivering walls of her pussy. He smacked her arse a few times, causing a sharp gasp each time, while keeping his other hand steady on the small of her back.

George felt himself getting close and leaned over Hermione's body to roll her right nipple between the fingers of his right hand. She gasped again and suddenly came around him, screaming his name, and milking his cock of his own climax, which he released with a grunt of 'Mia' against her neck. They both struggled to catch their breath before he rolled off of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her as they both came down from their highs. It was silent, save for their breathing for a few minutes before either one of them spoke.

"Thanks, Mione." George only ever called her Mia when they were shagging. It was far to intimate of a name for him to use in normal conversation, so by unspoken agreement he wouldn't use it in front of people.

"No problem, Georgie." Hermione sounded sated, and had yet to flip onto her back from where she had collapsed after George let go of her. It was quiet for awhile longer before George stood to put his clothes back on. He had just finished pulling his shirt back on and was getting ready to walk out when she spoke again. "I'm not going to be here tomorrow night, I have a date." The sentence sounded sleepy even to her own ears but she knew he heard her when he grunted in response before leaving her room.

George left via the floo, coming through to his own flat. He took a moment to listen for Fred before plopping down on the couch in front of the fire. He wasn't entirely sure why Fred had gotten to him earlier, he usually just laughed with him about his 'fuck-buddy'. That was exactly what they were, nothing more, and Fred was always teasing the two of them about it, even going so far as to hint at it in front of their mother and the rest of the family at the weekly family Sunday dinners that Hermione still attended even after her and Ron had called it off. It had hit a nerve earlier that night though. It was Friday night and he hadn't had a date in months. Hearing Hermione say she had one for the next night only made it seem that much worse.

He would have to stay away from her until Sunday. He could do that. It's not like he was dependent on her in any way. Just sitting there by himself made him itch to go back to her place, so he wouldn't have to be alone. What was wrong with him? He was a Weasley twin for Godric's sake! He stood up and walked into the kitchen, pulling a butter beer out of the fridge. Taking one look at the bottle he had yet to open, he knew he would need something stronger. Leaving the butter beer on the counter, he crossed the room and pulled a bottle of Fire Whiskey from a cupboard. Maybe if he drank himself into a stupor he wouldn't have to think about her anymore.

Hermione was only a friend. A very good friend. A very good friend whom he shagged on a regular basis. They usually had a cup of tea after they recovered from their intense fuck, and talked through whatever was bothering them. He hadn't wanted to stay that night. It was the first night that he left right away. Hopefully she wouldn't be offended. And with that last thought he opened the bottle of whiskey still in his hand and downed a few mouthfuls.

Maybe it was time for him to date like a normal person instead of just using Hermione all the time. It couldn't be good for her emotions. Weren't girls usually sensitive about stuff like this? Well, maybe not Hermione. This was her idea to begin with and apparently she wasn't bothered at all by the idea of dating someone while shagging him. His thoughts were becoming more and more sentimental the more he drank. Perhaps it was time to call it a night.

He decided to not act any differently toward her at any point in time. He would treat her as a friend, the same as he always had. With that last lingering thought, he drug himself off to bed, fully satisfied in his decision.

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