Hermione gasped as Fred nipped her neck. She arched her back in pleasure as he thrust into her again and again, driving her mad with pleasure. His hands traced the curves of her body, grasping roughly at her hips, putting even more force into his movements as he knelt between her thighs.
"Ah!" she called, raking her fingernails down his forearms.
He shoved at her thighs, pushing her knees deep into her chest as he leaned forward, slamming into her.
"Please," she sobbed, so close to the edge that it was almost painful.
Fred reached a hand between them, stroking fast little circles at her center. Hermione yelled as her body seized up and trembled. He followed a heartbeat later, moaning loudly, his hips jerking without rhythm.
She grunted softly as he released her legs and rolled to the side. Opening her eyes, she turned onto her side, and snuggled into his chest, her wedding band resting over his heart.
"Goodnight Love," he whispered.
"Goodnight Ron," she replied, closing her eyes, allowing her mind to travel back to a happier time, before the war.
The End.