A/N: Happy Birthday Wizards-Pupil!

"George, I don't know about this," Hermione whispered.

"It'll be fine. Hurry up," he whispered back.

Worried, Hermione crawled behind him, following him for some reason that she could no longer recall. At the time it had made perfect sense. Oh, come prank Fred with me, it'll be fun. What had she been thinking?

Glancing up, she knew exactly what she was thinking; she was looking right at it. George's fine bottom was inches from her face. When had she become that girl?

She silently berated herself for getting into such a ridiculous position. Crawling around in the dark, freezing cold, staring at George's gorgeous bum for nearly twenty minutes.

Suddenly, he stopped and motioned her forward. Hoping they had reached their destination, she crawled up beside him, noting that his eyes dipped down to her gaping shirt. Well, she hoped he enjoyed the view.

He lifted a finger to his lips, calling for silence. She was so nervous! She really hated doing stuff like this. Quietly, she hunkered down on her belly, up against his side.

"Where is he?" she mouthed, but he just frowned at her. "Where-" she began again, but his brow creased; he had no idea what she was saying.

Sighing, she reached out and moved his long hair aside, bult there was no ear on that side. Exasperated, she turned his smiling face towards her and pressed her lips to his ear.

"Where is he?"He nuzzled her ear and said, almost soundlessly, "Should be along shortly."

Pretending his breath in her eat left her unaffected, Hermione sighed and rested her chin on her forearms.

They laid there, silently, for a long while, sides pressed together.

"What time is it?" she whispered.

"No idea. You alright?" Goerge asked.

"Could do with a warm fire."

"How about a warm man?"

"That…could work."

Slowly, his arm slid over her, pulling her snug against his chest. He slipped one leg atop of hers, squeezing her close. His cheek pressed to hers, he was so close, he appeared blurry.

"Better?"

"Much."

George softly pressed his lips to hers, gliding them slowly over hers.

"Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Yes, but…aren't we supposed to be whispering?"

"Oh, about that, Fred's staying at Angelina's tonight."

"But, you said- You told me- Why are we in the middle of the forest?"

"Had to get you alone somehow."

The End.