Hermione let out another giggle when he sat them on the couch, still in his arms. They were rather nice arms, if she were to be perfectly honest. She kissed him again before reaching down to get her shoes off, "Beauty means pain is a decidedly overrated concept," she huffed, managing to kick the strappy torture devices off and curling her legs up under her skirt.
She leaned against George's chest and ran her fingers through his hair, kissing the side of his neck. "Then again, they made me tall enough to make kissing easier, but now we're not vertical anymore, that doesn't matter does it?" She was rambling and probably a little more than tipsy, but she was having a good time with George. He was a really good kisser.