A few years after Deathly Hallows, ignores most of the deaths, and the epilogue. Hopefully more chapters to come, please read and review. Enjoy!
"Oh Freddy!" Hermione Granger sung from the bedroom she shared with Fred Weasley just above his brother and his joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
"Oh Hermmy!" He called from the kitchen. Hermione rolled her eyes at the childish nickname her fiancée had decided to give her. As Fred walked in the room he stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione had changed into a short silky nightgown, sitting cross legged on the bed, her wavy brown hair cascaded over one shoulder making her look heavenly. "I think I want to chase you around the apartment, if you're going to wear that."
"What's the point of chasing me if I'm right here?" She smiled at Fred who stood only in his boxer shorts. "Well don't just stand there. I can see the steam coming off of that delicious piece of pie."
"Too bad this is the last piece," Fred said sitting beside her on the bed, "And it's apple, your favorite."
Fred took a large forkful of pie, waving it in front of Hermione's nose before slowly placing it in his mouth. Fred let out a long moan as he swallowed the delicious piece.
"Oh Freddy," Hermione sung once again as she crawled across their bed, "Give me some pie," she whispered in his ear, letting her soft fingers drift across his cheek bone.
"Hmmm let me think about that," Fred now took a quick bit of pie, "no. I don't think you deserve this warm hot apple cinnamon pie."
Hermione laid a soft kiss on Fred's cheek, "please?" And then another, "pretty please?" she whispered again. This time she kissed him straight on the mouth tasting the appley goodness.
"Okay fine one small bite," he dipped the fork back into the pie, bringing it to her lips she opened her mouth in joy. Fred stopped, "But what will you do for me?"
"Oh you know what I plan on doing for you baby," she said as she placed her hand high on his thigh. Fred finally let her indulge in the sweet pie. Setting the plate down on the side table their lips met in excitement.
His warm hands traveled up her back until they were threaded through her soft wavy hair. Their tongues explored each other's mouths as Hermione's hand drifted across Fred's bare warm chest.
Fred's hand was now at the bottom of her short skimpy nightgown, pulling it over her heard he quickly began kissing her bare neck, sending chills down her spine. Letting out a large sigh of pleasure Hermione yanked the boxer shorts from Fred's legs.
"Now, now little Miss Hermione this just won't do," Fred said as a smirk sprang across his face.
"Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it?" She teased.
"I think you know," he raised an eyebrow as he began tickling her slim bare sides.
"No never!" She yelled, gasping for air, after all the laughing and trying to get away from him. Pushing him down so she was on top of him she smiled, "Now I got you just where I want you Fred Weasley," she giggled as she pinned his hands over his head.
"Is that so?"
"It is so," she leaned down so they could kiss again, feeling Fred's hard package push against Hermione's hip she reached down for it.
"Nope," Fred said grabbing her hand with his now freed one, "I actually have you just where I want you," and with that Fred unclasped her bra, flipped her over and began sending warm kisses and nibbles up her stomach.
As Fred got closer and closer to her waiting breasts Hermione began to hear footsteps. She reached for her wand and then realized it was sitting across the room on the white wood dresser next to Fred's. "Stop," Hermione tried getting Fred to listen, but he thought she was playing once again and took her nipple into his mouth.
Hermione let out a large moan as she reached for Fred's bludge, ignoring the footsteps. It wasn't until Fred's hand had found their way into her underwear when she heard it, "Umm Fred?" came a yell as their bedroom door swung open, "Did you eat the last piece of pie, I could have sworn I had left it..." Hermione's head shot up as she wormed her way out from underneath Fred, grabbing the nearest thing to cover her, which unfortunately were Fred's boxers. "Oh hi Hermione, fancy seeing you here, eh?" He winked as his eye caught the last slice of pie, half eaten and sad looking sitting on the end table.
Hermione rolled her eyes, dashing across the room to their neatly organized closet. Slipping on an oversized hoodie, she stared at the two men, one lay exposed on the bed, the other still dumbfounded in the doorway. "Honestly Fred you can't even try to cover yourself up? And why are you still here?" She spat, grabbing the nearest book and heading out onto the balcony.
"It's not like he hasn't seen it before, we're identical for Merlin's sakes," Fred yelled after her.
"Although I do think I am a bit bigger," George said from the door.
"Shut up you git, Hermione you're going to freeze out there!" He once again yelled after pulling on the sweatpants he had taken off earlier.
"Oh and mom sent us an owl about coming early tonight for Christmas," George said walking in the room and picking up the plate of pie.
Fred grabbed the heavy blanket from Hermione and his bed before slamming the balcony door shut behind him. "Here take this," Fred said beginning to lay the blanket over Hermione who shrugged it off, "Honestly look around you." Fred tried to be serious as he looked at the ground covered in a blanket of shinny white snow. He let out a small laugh, looking at Hermione in only a sweatshirt reading her book.
"It's not funny Fred," Hermione said still not looking up from her book.
"I know..."
"That's the third time this week."
"Well what do you want me to do about it?" Fred asked, still holding the blanket.
"Set some boundaries, I don't know."
"He's my brother."
"I didn't know you two came together in a package."
"We don't, it's just...he owns the joke shop too, we're partners."
"It doesn't mean we all have to live together, we need some sort of alone time," Hermione said pushing past Fred's freezing bare chest as she went back into the house. "We need to pack."
Fred followed Hermione through the door, a parchment lay on the bed, probably the owl from Mom, Fred thought as he picked it up and began reading it.
Gulping Fred let out a soft yell, "Um Hermione?"
"What is it now?" She asked stepping out of the bathroom.
Fred looked down at the letter and began reading:
Good evening George, Fred and of course Hermione. How are the holidays treating you? I hope well so far. We are excepting a few more people for Christmas than we had planned and were hoping you three would come by tonight so we could have sort of a just our family dinner. Also because of the lack of space, George is going to need his old bed back, and I suppose you will have to sleep on the floor so Hermione can take the other bed. Hope to see you, Mom.
And down below in messy handwriting read:
I've already left, see you soon mate. And Hermione I'm truly sorry. ):
"You've got to be kidding me," Hermione said going back to work on packing.
"He said he was sorry," Fred yelled as he stuffed a small shoulder bag full of unfolded clothes.
"Not that, we're never getting away from him, now we have to share a room with him?"
"He's my brother."
"Well I don't see Charlie or Bill running around here, or even Ron for that matter." Hermione huffed as she grabbed her wand from the dresser, casting a charm to neatly fold all the clothes and place them in her small bag.
Fred looked at Hermione, he hated when she mentioned Ron, like he was supposed to live up to some sort of standard. "Well sorry I'm nothing like Ron. And the last time I checked you dumped him to be with me."
"That's not even what we are fighting about." Both Hermione and Fred stopped at the word.
"Fighting?" Fred stared off at nothing; could they consider this their first fight?
Hermione gulped, "Just finish packing we don't want to keep them waiting."
Hermione stood in the middle of the joke shop as a cold chill came across her entire body.
"Ready," Fred let out a sigh of relief, "Why don't you go outside and I'll lock up." Hermione ignored him as she continued to stare off into space. "Hermione?" Finally turning around she looked stunning, in skin tight jeans, tucked into high heeled boots, with a black pea coat over top, and a gray scarf with a matching gray beanie, flattening all her waves of hair.
"Did you say something to me?" Hermione asked, trying to act innocent.
"Wait for me outside while I lock up?"
"Please?" She asked in a sing songy voice.
"Please wait for me outside so I can lock up?"
"Okay!" Hermione basically skipped out the door into the blistering cold. It had begun snowing more and more since earlier and she hoped it was safe to apparate.
When Fred finished locking the outside door he stood next to Hermione ready to take her hand. "Oh shouldn't we wait for George, he will probably want to hold your other hand?" She smirked at him, obviously still mad form earlier.
"Just go," Fred said rolling his eyes, and with that their hands connected sending them right to the front steps of the Burrow.
