1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 15


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 44.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hot tub, but I wanted your little brother all to myself and I don’t think that she was ready for anything more adventurous than Bill at the time.” “I take it you and Ron got on well last night.” “We got off well,” she said with a wicked smile. “He has a much greater appreciation for Whitesnake now, too.” “You finally got Ronniekins into your bed and all you could do was listen to Whitesnake. I’m so disappointed in him.” She slapped his shoulder as she sat down in his lap and took a drink of his beer. “I put ‘Slide It In’ on infinite repeat.” He pinched her bum for stealing his beer. “Good choice, I like you slow and easy.” He took another drink of his beer and offered her the last bite of his sandwich, which she declined. “I’m about to go find Hermione, you want to come with me so you can talk to her.” He showed her the note, and a wicked smile crossed her face. “I almost wish I could be there to see that.” She ignored his question about what. “Just tell her I’ll talk to her at dinner.” She gave him a long, lingering kiss. “You’ll have to tell me about it afterward.” Then she pulled him out of his chair, stole his beer, and sent him down the hall with a pat on the butt. After a brief stop by his room, George knocked quietly on the door to Ron and Hermione’s room. He listened, but there was no sound coming from inside. He carefully opened the door and peeked in. He was relieved to see that the bed was occupied, and from what he could see it was only Hermione. He reached in ...
    to his pocket and removed the white string like object. He pointed his wand at it and whispered, “Draco Dormiens Titillandus.” The white cord uncoiled, slithered out of his hand and dropped to the floor. Once he saw that it had nosed its way under the duvet he closed the door and leaned against the wall. He began to count backward from five. When he reached zero a shriek pierced the silence. He smiled to himself. “Stop it, stop!” Hermione shrieked, then squealed inarticulately and howled with laughter. This went on for another half-minute or so. “George, you grea- aiee, that tickles, stop!” She was shrieking and laughing. “George!” Her shriek was desperate and breathless. He finally decided she’d had enough and yanked the door open. “You called?” he said trying to sound out of breath from running. Hermione was sitting on floor on the far side of her bed with her back against the night stand. When he came around the bed she was trying to keep her feet away from what appeared to be an eight inch long piece of heavy string. He dove across the bed and grabbed the string which immediately fell limp. He couldn’t help but notice that she had very pretty feet, but her toenails needed a good polish or buffing. “You,” he took two great gasping breaths, “okay?” “Don’t you play the gallant hero with me you knave,” she accused him after she finally caught her breath. He gave her his best look of wide-eyed innocence. She crossed her arms and leveled her best Prosecutor’s stare at him. He ...
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