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Fred and Hermione arrived outside of the shop with a POP! to find that it had started to drizzle. The animatronic Weasley at the front of the building tipped his hat in greeting, while, simultaneously, making the rabbit that had been under it disappear. Fred ushered her inside, where it was warm and bright, and locked the door shut behind them. Cursing Verity for not properly closing the store, he rushed to the back room to shut off the bright, whizzing lights, leaving them in the quiet of the darkness.
"Do you want to head upstairs?" Fred asked, his tone bordering on cautious.
"Yes, you did promise me a glass of wine."
"So I did, lead the way, love." Hermione grinned, mostly at the endearment, and headed up the stairs to the flat Fred and George shared. She happily noted that the main living area was clean and tidy, a first for them.
"Wow, I'm impressed. You're flat looks great, I've never seen it look so good."
Fred looked sheepish, "We all have to grow up sometime, I suppose. Plus, Angelina is always over, and she's been pressuring us to be adults. Cook, clean, do laundry, you know, grown up stuff." He shrugged stiffly, seeming a bit uncomfortable in his ramblings.
"Aren't you the one who just told my godson that you weren't really an adult?" She grabbed the box of chocolates and headed into the kitchen. He followed closely behind her, and found a bottle of wine in a cabinet. Rummaging around in a drawer, Hermione found the bottle opener, and passed it to him wordlessly.
"Thanks, well, yeah, I guess I did say that. I am trying to be better though." Fred looked as if he wanted to say more, so she gestured for him to continue as she lifted herself up to sit on the countertop. And he did, but only after pouring them each a generous glass of wine and gulping his share down in one go. "I'm pretty sure George is going to pull his head out of his arse here pretty soon and propose to Angelina. I'm also aware that I'm almost thirty with nothing to show for it."
"Nothing to show for it? Fred that's not true, you run a successful business, you're independently wealthy, and you have a lovely and rather large extended family to show for it." She was feeling rather helpless at his forlorn look.
Fred shook his head, glancing down at his hands, before pouring himself another glass of wine. "None of it matters, when I have no one to share it with." He ran his finger along the rim of his wine glass and joggled his leg, in a nervous tick.
"Why are you acting so nervous?" She ran her hand down his arm, and laced their fingers together to tug him closer.
"I-I'm not. Er, I'm not. It's just, it's just I think I'm in love with you." Fred managed to stammer out. Although, as soon as he had said the words he looked horrified and tried to take a step back. There was no way he was getting away that easy. Strengthening the grip she had on his hand, she pulled him to her with all her might, to stand between her parted thighs. Foreheads nearly touching.
"Did you just say you're in love with me?" Hermione's heart was pounding. She wasn't sure her feelings were love, but she knew she wanted him. Had wanted him for years. She knew that she could be in love with him. That she could fall in love with him so easily, and all she needed was a little push. A little confirmation that she wasn't alone in her feelings, before she admitted it.
"Yeah, I think I did. I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-." She cut him off with a bruising kiss. If he was shocked, it didn't show, because he seamlessly fitted their lips together and brought his hand up to cradle her cheek. Squeezing their interlocked hands together, Hermione wrapped her legs about his waist and pulled him snugly against her. He broke away panting and grinned lazily. "I've wanted to do that all night."
"So why didn't you?" She asked, dazedly.
Fred chuckled lightly, flushing a bit, "I didn't think you wanted me to. What I mean to say, is that I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated."
"Why would you think that?"
"Look at you; you're beautiful, brilliant, successful, and look at me. Compared to you, I'm nothing but a clown. How could I possibly think you felt the same way?" Her heart restricted painfully in her chest to think that she had given him cause to feel that way.
"That's not true. Tell me you don't really feel that way." She practically sobbed. "I've had feelings for you since before we kissed. The first time."
"You've had feelings for me since you were in your fifth year?" Fred's eyebrows were raised in surprise and his voice incredulous. He really had no idea how she felt about him. At all. Jumping off the counter, she pressed the length of her body along his. She smiled brightly at his astonished expression and brushed a ginger lock away from his eyes. "Of course I have, you don't think I would have kissed you back that day if I didn't fancy you, do you?"
"Kissed me back?" He scoffed, "I'm sorry, if memory serves, and it usually does, you kissed me."
Rolling her eyes at the blatant fabrication of events, she tugged him down to her, "Shut up." She murmured, and kissed him chastely. The kiss started out light, but quickly evolved into harsh nips, both of their tongues fighting for dominance. Bracing one hand on the counter, Fred leveraged his other under her bum and lifted her so she could clutch her legs about his waist.
'Oh God', she thought, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers into his hair. She could feel him through his jeans, and she, experimentally, rubbed against his heat, the seam of his zipper catching her in just the right spot. At her delighted moan, he hiked her further up his body, and the next thing she knew she was laying on the couch with him hovering over her. His blue eyes were alight and dilated with desire and his hair was mussed beyond repair, but she thought he had never looked sexier.
Gripping a handful of his shirt, she pulled him to her and reached behind him to tug the ribbon from his hair, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He growled at that and knelt between her parted thighs, grabbing one in each of his hands, grip firm. He leaned down to take her lips again, giving her thighs a swift jerk so she was flush against him. Hermione was overwhelmed with want, she simply couldn't get enough of him. She quickly set to work on his buttons, ripping the offending shirt from his chest. Rearing back, Fred sat up and pulled her legs together to rest on his shoulder, smoothing a calloused hand down her calf, past her knee, over her voluptuous thigh, to skim over the red lace of her panties. She moaned and bucked into his hand as his fingers lightly caressed her through the thin material. With one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, Fred slid both of his hands under her bum and gripped the elastic band of her panties. And in one deft movement, they were pulled off of her, tossed to the rug to keep his hair ribbon company.
Eyes smoldering, Fred took one look at her bare pussy and inhaled deeply.
"You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Hermione Granger. And I bet you're going to be the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. I can't wait to find out." And with that, he smoothed her her thighs apart and delved right in.
The first swipe of his tongue shocked her, granted it had been awhile, but no one had ever been so enthusiastic and forthright in their explorations. He worked his tongue against her clit for a moment, making it swell with need. She already felt close. Fred pulled back a bit and ran his tongue from her clit to her opening and, after circling it once, pierced her hole with the tip of his tongue. Crying out, Hermione gripped his hair and forced him in deeper. Never had she been so aroused.
"Oh Merlin, Fred. Please!" Hermione realized, in that moment, that she was only a few well executed licks from climax.
Encouraged by the frantic need in her voice and the death like grip she had on his hair, he speared his tongue in and out of her dripping slit and brought his thumb to press against her clit. She shattered instantly, her cries of ecstasy echoing throughout the flat. He pulled away gasping, only after easing her down from her climax with gentle laps with the flat of his tongue, to give her a passionate kiss.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed next to her, and she took the opportunity to straddle his hips and work open his trousers. When her hand found his length through his boxers, he was helpless to the need to arch into her touch. Smoothing her palm against him, she moved her mouth to nibble at his neck. Nipping a path to his ear, she panted against his heated flesh, causing goose bumps to erupt down his neck.
"Wait right here," she whispered, throwing herself off of him to head into the kitchen. She returned only moments later with the chocolates from George, carefully unwrapping the box, and selecting a piece from within it. Plucking it out, she climbed back onto the couch, resting her legs on either side of his hips, but without putting any weight on him. She was trying to kill him, he was practically dying for friction, and she was hovering, just barely, above him. He would swear that he could feel her heat. He shifted his hips a bit and, when he could take it no more, bucked desperately against her.
"Fred, be patient." She slowly lowered herself onto him leaning forward slightly so breasts swayed temptingly in his face. At his whimper, she pulled away, clearly disappointed in his reaction, to retrieve the chocolate. She popped it in his mouth and leaned back down to trail kisses down his neck and onto his chest. He chewed it quickly, desperate to use his mouth for something else.
When she gently bit at his nipple he nearly lost it, and moved to flip them over. But when he sat up a blinding pain shot through him. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a pitiful moan, he couldn't hardly think the pain was so intense.
"Are you okay?" He waved off her question and brought a hand to massage his temples. She gingerly stood up and tugged her dress down, genuinely concerned for him.
Fred coughed lightly and dropped back onto the couch, groaning.
"Do you think it was the wine? You did have a bit to drinkā¦" she trailed off uncertainly. He shook his head lightly, clenching his teeth together, anything to distract him from the ear splitting headache that was raging inside him.
"No," he gasped. "It was the damn chocolate. Chocolate Covered Migraines."
"The chocolate- George! I can't believe he tried to prank me on my own birthday! And you, poor thing, got the brunt of the joke. I'm so, so sorry" She quickly summoned a hot rag and gently put it over his eyes and forehead.
"S'okay, had to test these when we first started producing them. Used to it. They are damn brutal though. The effects last for about an hour and a half. I'm sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry, it's not your fault. But you're brother is going to be sorry."
"That's my girl." Fred grinned brightly, clearly regretting it when, a moment later, his face contorted into a grimace. Hermione sighed deeply, it was going to be a long night.
"Alright, budge over. I guess we'll just cuddle. Wake me if you need anything." She carefully draped a throw over their intertwined bodies.
"Yeah." He leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her temple, before curling his arm about her waist and pulling her to him tightly. It would take a while for him to be comfortable enough to sleep, but he didn't mind. He had been waiting for a moment like this for a long time. Now he just needed to find a way to get back at George. Maybe Hermione would have a good idea. She was rather brilliant.
George arrived home late the next morning, only to find that all of his underthings had been transfigured into skimpy, lace underwear and realized, too late, that his favorite shampoo had been replaced with a hair removal potion. Ah well, it was worth the pain of regrowing his hair when he saw Hermione and Fred curled up together on the couch.
But that wasn't to say he wouldn't retaliate.
