A/N:

This is a multi-chapter sequel to my old one-shot 'The Third Wheel'. It's not really necessary to read TTW before this one but perhaps reading it will help you to get into the right state of mind ;) This story is AU since some of the characters Rowling killed are alive and the other way around. Part I concentrates on Hermione/Fred relationship but Part II mainly on Harry/Ron.

Super thanks to my awesome beta, Zsanya :)

Translation of this story is in Progress (there's a link to the original Finnish story 'Ei armoa' in my profile), and I'll be posting the new chapters as soon as I get them translated and beta-ed!

Disclaimer! J.K. Rowling owns the Potters, not me. I'm just playing with them. Don't sue!

Warning! The story contains mature themes and a bit of bad language!

PART I

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Chapter 1: Undisclosed

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"I have to leave now!" Hermione yelled and glanced at the mirror again. Ron arrived at the hallway and wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Mmh, gonna miss you."

"I'll be gone just for a couple of nights," she reminded and gave him a kiss, stepped out of his reach, waved and vanished.

Ron waved back for a moment, with a sad smile lingering on his lips. He really tried to understand Hermione's work trips and to support her but sometimes, like at that time, it was very hard. The previous weekend she had been at home but all the three weekends before that she had been at work. Ron really didn't like being alone.

He grabbed an apple from a basket on top of the drawer and munched it, immersed in his thoughts. His life was, perhaps, too centred around Hermione. At least partly that was because Ron didn't really have any close friends; not after Harry had vanished in thin air, not even writing back. At first, Ron's letters had been bewildered, then pleading, finally angry – but it had been all for nothing. He had sworn to forget such a back stabbing joke of a friend. He had found out from Ministry that Harry was still alive but no-one seemed to know where exactly he was.

The silence in the apartment started to make Ron feel uneasy so, after finishing his apple, he decided to visit the Burrow. Mum and Dad were always delighted to see him, and sometimes he even stayed for the night. That weekend there was a chance that Fred and Ginny, even Charlie would come, too, so there was a good possibility for some Quidditch. It had been long since they had played, and the chance to get together with his siblings was thrilling – to be like they used to be, just fooling around and having fun without a worry in the world.

Ron mentally approved his plan, fetched his broom and Disapparated without even bothering to pack.

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"Smells great, Mum," Ron said as he stepped in the kitchen, inhaling deeply. "You've gotta be the best cook ever!"

"How nice that you dropped by," Molly replied and reached out to hug her youngest son. "Although it's probably best that Hermione didn't hear that, she's always so touchy about her cooking," she continued, laughing, kissed Ron on the cheek and ruffled his red hair. "Is she coming later?"

"She's working again," Ron replied, and his smile faded; he really didn't want to talk about that.

"Are there others here?"

"No, not yet. Ginny will come later this evening, and Charlie said he'll come tomorrow for dinner. Fred couldn't make it. He's supposed to be doing some product development or something," Molly explained and went back to the stove. "Have you seen Fred lately? I hope he doesn't worry over George anymore?"

"Oh, we haven't seen him for a while, maybe for a couple of months. I'm sure he's just busy with the store," Ron assured, his mouth full of bread. "I read from the Prophet that he's expanding to Hogsmeade. Did you know about it?"

"That's true. Pity that the family has to learn it from the paper," Molly said, disapproving but clearly delighted. "Do you remember that Jordan boy from Hogwarts?" Ron nodded. "Well, he's going to manage the Hogsmeade store."

"Lee? Wow, they're going to have so much fun!" Ron grinned.

Molly smiled and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Now, up you go. Take your things to your room and go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready."

Ron nodded and climbed to his old room where Chudley Cannons still flew all over the walls. He looked through the window and smiled; it was good to be back home.

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Hermione glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing suspicious around but she still wanted to be absolutely sure. She slipped in to the room she had previously booked and continued straight to the bathroom. She locked the door and started the diversion.

After a few moments she Apparated in a dimly lit penthouse where she was welcomed with deliciously smelling food and...

"Hermione?"

"Yes," she breathed and let her bag slip on the floor before running straight to the welcoming arms. "I missed you so much!"

"Mm, me too," Fred replied and dropped small kisses on Hermione's neck, advancing gradually to kiss hungrily her lips. Hermione reciprocated earnestly, pressing her hips against his.

Fred's hands travelled on Hermione's back and her bottom, finally slipping under her thin shirt, caressing the soft curve of her breast. Hermione gasped and opened Fred's zip impatiently, wrapping her fingers around his emerging member. Fred sighed against her neck and lifted her on top of the kitchen counter. He slid her skirt up and spread her legs, settling himself between them.

"No panties, smart girl."

Fred grinned and moistened his lips with his tongue while stroking her pussy. Hermione's breath hitched, and she gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white, but when Fred rolled his thumb on her clit and pushed two fingers inside of her, she cried aloud. Fred bit gently the protruding nipple through her shirt.

"You're so wet," he said with a low voice, massaging her moist folds. Hermione whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

"Fred..."

"Yes," Fred answered the unasked question. He pulled Hermione all the way to the edge of the counter and thrust roughly into her, grunting.

"Oh, Merlin, it feels so... unbelievably..."

Hermione wrapped her legs around Fred. Her bum ached as it pressed hard against the edge of the counter but she couldn't have cared less. She had waited for this moment for a whole two weeks, and with every single thrust she felt the knot that had been growing inside her come apart until she was only able to pant and whimper. As she came, she pulsed around Fred, making him come, too, after a couple of sharp pushes.

Fred gasped for air and leaned heavily on Hermione's shoulder, trying to keep up in spite of the fact that his legs felt as wobbly as if they had just been cursed with a Jelly-Legs Jinx. His jeans lay crumbled around his ankles, and he had lost half of his shirt buttons when Hermione's hands had searched anxiously for bare skin to touch.

"Love, my back aches," Hermione mumbled against Fred's shoulder after a while.

Fred kicked off his jeans and simply lifted Hermione on his arms, carrying her into his bedroom where they collapsed on the bed, their arms and legs intertwining tightly with each other.

"I gather you also missed me?" Fred puffed against Hermione's cheek.

Hermione gave a short laugh and stroked Fred's red hair. He had fastened it on the nape of his neck with a ribbon but more than one lock had broken free, now framing his face.

"Something like that," Hermione agreed playfully, and tugged Fred's face a bit nearer. She ghosted her lips along his brow and tasted the salty sweat. "I love you."

"And, I love you," Fred breathed.

They lay for a while, basking in the afterglow, until Fred broke the spell.

"Did you have any trouble getting here?"

For a moment, Hermione was angry at Fred. Did he have to remind her about the reality right now when they finally were together after waiting for so long. She didn't reply, just closed her eyes and lay her head on his gently rising chest.

Leaving had been hard, it was always hard because it made her really comprehend how horrible wife she was. Usually, when being with Fred these thoughts faded but that time around Hermione couldn't help thinking of how dishonest she was to Ron. She lied to him, all the time, but even worse was that she had fallen in love with his brother.

Nevertheless, her need to be close to Fred outweighed her sense of justice. She knew that she had to end their relationship before anyone else found out about it but she couldn't. Instead, she had, once again, hopped all around England, Apparated here and there trying to shake off any potential followers because while she knew Ron would be crushed if he ever found out, she couldn't bear to be without Fred. Not anymore.

Fred kissed Hermione's temple, awakening her from her thoughts.

"No trouble. But I was careful anyway. I'm sure no-one knows I'm here."

"Good," Fred whispered and stroked her hair. "Mum wanted me to go to the Burrow for the weekend but I said I had to work."

Hermione listened to Fred's steadily beating heart. She loved him, so much, but couldn't bring herself to leave Ron, let alone telling him about the affair. Ron had always been shadowed by his brothers, and Hermione could easily picture how he would feel to realise that he had lost his wife to one of them.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione wailed aloud, not even bothering to hide her tears. "Should we stop seeing each other? I can't stand it if Ron finds out."

"No way!" Fred crushed Hermione in his arms. "I don't want to give you up!"

"Me neither, but this is still wrong," Hermione mumbled, her fingers twirling in Fred's hair.

"We'll figure something out," Fred said, and Hermione sighed.

Truth be told, Fred had no idea whatsoever on how to solve the situation. They hadn't really befriended each other before after Hermione and Ron had married but after that they had soon realised how well they got along. After Hermione's childhood stiffness had given in, she had become an open and fascinating person whose wide knowledge of almost everything made conversations interesting. On the other hand, George's death had stabilized Fred, not to mention his growing up, and after the Second Wizarding War he had spent most of his nights in Hermione and Ron's house, talking and talking about everything.

When Ron had retired, Fred and Hermione's topics had deepened still, and they didn't always concern George. Little by little Hermione, too, had opened up to Fred more than to anyone else before, and they had been just a short step away from consummating their relationship. An innocent good-bye peck in the light of the rising sun had been replaced by a cautious kiss, and finally deepened into a passionate burst of their confined emotions. Ron hadn't waken up when Hermione had Disapparated to Fred's apartment.

It wasn't until later that the guilt had come. When passion had evolved into warmth, and fast sex was just a warm-up for just spending time together, Ron flickered in their minds more often. He seemed to stand between their love; the impervious, kind but also gullible man that neither one of them wanted to hurt. Because both Hermione and Fred knew that if Ron ever found out about their affair, he would surely be devastated. The situation was impossible and getting progressively worse.

In the evening, Hermione returned to her hotel room, threw some Floo powder into the fireplace and let the green flames engulf her head. She hated every single second she spent telling lies about her busy day at work. Ron's lips tasted unfamiliar compared to Fred's, and gone was the warmth she remembered from their wedding.

When Hermione exited the Floo she rushed to the large four-poster and hugged the pillow, crying tears of shame.

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