DISCLAIMER: I only own this tidgy bit of plot. The world and its characters are the property of JKR, not myself.
One Night of Sin Late Autumn
Sunlight flooded in through the window, warming her olive skin nicely. She shifted in the sheets, the soft cotton tickling her skin. She was delightfully warm, the gentle pressure around her waist simply adding to the sensations. That's when the memories of the night previous filtered into her awareness. The wedding. Molly. Fred. Ron…
An arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her into a warm chest, the smell of lavender and hyacinth enveloping her. "Alright, Granger?"
She started, sitting up to take stock of her surroundings, taking care to cover her heaving bosom. She looked down to her bed partner, his red hair mussed and numerous hickeys adorned his neck. "Fred?"
"Hmm… Yes, love?"
"Don't call me that." She frowned, "What happened last night?"
He rolled over, slinging an arm around her, "Well, you were sinfully drunk on Ogden's finest, sitting at the bar all by your lonesome. I, being a man of impeccable manners, came to your assistance and escorted you home-"
She rapped him on the side of the head, "This is not my home!"
He scoffed, "Course not. Now, as I was saying, I escorted you to your door and just as I'm about to leave you go, 'Don't I get a kiss goodnight?'. So I peck you on the cheek and just as I'm about to Apparate away, you snog my brains out! And the rest, as they say, is history."
She blushed, "You make me sound so wanton."
He winked, "You were. Rode me har-"
"Stop, Fred!"
He just laughed.
And that was how it started.
They met up every so often to engage in carnal delights of the flesh, parting with greater reluctance each time. It continued for months until one evening the week before Christmas. Fred sat in is flat, his brother out with Angelina, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey in his monogrammed tumbler. She Flooed in with a billow of green robes, tears streaking her face and a smile upon her lips. Whispered words were exchanged in the glow from the fireplace.
"Really?" he whispered, almost reverently. "It's true?"
She smiled, happy ears rolling over her cheeks, "I'd never lie about something so serious."
He donned a look of faux outrage, clasping his hands melodramatically, "What's this about Sirius? I thought you said the baby was mine!"
With a bubble of raucous laughter, they fell into bed, thanking their stars for that one night of sin late autumn.
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Autumn Alexandra Weasley was born late September. Her birth, by happy accident, coinciding with the date of her Uncle Ron's first wedding anniversary…
Just a short drabble one-shot type thing… Fremione was calling and this is the result of a plot bunny that just wouldn't quit.
