Title: Dirty Little Secrets.

Chapter: Bliss

Author's Note: Okay, so. I had my mind on a different third chapter. One where they actually got to do it. But I've got some reviews (which I am SO thankful for, so thanks guys, makes me really happy) and they made me realize that I've been writing a lot about the physical side of their relationship, so I thought I would give you guys a view of their… non-physical side. Lol. I don't know the name for it. Anyway. I might actually make the original third chapter part at the end, but it depends on whether it seems right when I get there. The only problem now is I have to figure out how to write all this. :P Oh, and I know I kind of branch off a little, cutting things, but its supposed to be that way. There are things I want to happen in this chapter and I don't want it to be super long.

Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Harry Potter. I just love writing about it. I am not JK Rowling; therefore I am NOT getting any money out of this. It's just fun.

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Since George had told Hermione that she could start work whenever she wanted, she decided that she would move in, and then take one day of rest. She really did want to start work, but she needed a day to herself. All plans of that got ruined, of course, when Fred came into the room smiling like an idiot.

"I got today off." He proclaimed, flopping on the bed beside Hermione, who was still half asleep.

"That's good." She mumbled, rolling over and trying to sleep again. Fred laughed and pulled her up so she was sitting beside him.

"What do you want to do today, then?" He asked. Hermione moaned. She didn't know why, but Fred seemed a little bit too happy. She had a good idea of what he wanted to do, and she really didn't feel like it.

"Sleep." She muttered, letting out a small yawn and attempting to lie back down. Fred laughed, gathering her in his arms.

"I thought it would come to that. Since both George and Verity are working I figured that it would be okay if we gave you a little wake up shower." Hermione's eyes opened wide as she heard his words. It was too late to fight, he was already carrying her to the bathroom.

He sat her on the toilet as he prepared the water, making it the right temperature. Hermione folded her arms over her chest. He just chuckled when he saw this and began to take his clothes off. When he was finished with himself he looked at Hermione, grinning.

"Now. You can take your clothes off yourself, or I'll have to do it for you."

With a sigh of defeat Hermione slipped off her PJ pants and tank top, and then continued until she was fully nude.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Fred was mocking her, and she didn't like it. Especially since it was still early and she still wasn't fully awake.

"Shut up or you can't come in." She muttered, vainly attempting to push him out of the way. His chuckles turned into full laughter and he took her hand, pulling her into the shower and against him.

"You know, you're brilliant in the mornings." He kissed her forehead, she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. So instead of questioning it she muttered a 'thank-you' into his chest and then grabbed the shampoo. The shower only lasted about 15 minutes, and to Hermione's surprise Fred didn't try anything; he just let her clean up.

"You know, it snowed last night." He said casually, leaning against the doorframe as Hermione brushed her hair.

"Snow?"

"Well, it is February." He replied, reminding her that it was, technically, still winter. She watched him curiously, but his face betrayed no emotion.

"Mhmm. What's you're point?" Hermione asked, placing the brush back onto her dresser and walking over to him. He sniggered.

"Oh, like I'm going to tell you. Come on Hermione, it's a surprise." He said, still sniggering as he took her hand and apparated them away from the flat.

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When they landed it was bright, it was really bright. And it was cold. Those were the first things Hermione noticed. When she blinked a couple times and took a look around she saw what was making Fred smile. They were in the clearing of a forest, and on the ground there was a small picnic blanket with a basket and a couple of candles. The blanket was also covered in rose petals. Hermione looked up at him.

"You did all this?" She asked, incredulous.

"Yes." He took her hand and led her to the blanket. He sat her down and then lit the candles. He opened the basket and pulled out a plate of finger sandwiches, then a small bowl of fruit salad.

"What is all of this for?" She asked, still looking around the clearing with surprise. This wasn't really like Fred. He was more of a physical guy, which she didn't mind most of the time. It was nice to do something… romantic, although this seemed a little overboard. It was only a Thursday, after all. Fred just shook his head slowly, then leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn't like most of his kisses. This one was soft, loving, and passionate in a way that wasn't meant to lead to anything. He pulled away after a long moment and took a velvet box from behind his back.

"Happy Valentines Day." He smiled at her, opening the box to reveal a bracelet. It was a charm bracelet, but it only had one charm on it; a crystal heart. Hermione gasped, completely taken off guard. She had forgotten that Valentines Day was coming up, and she felt extremely horrible, she hadn't gotten him anything.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, her words almost completely muffled by his chest; for he was still holding her. He looked at her with the strangest expression, it was confused.

"I didn't get you anything. I forgot. I don't deserve that." She said, nodding toward the beautiful bracelet he had gotten her. He hugged her tighter.

"Yes, you do. Mum always told me that Valentines Day is a holiday for the women in your life. It isn't for the men, no matter what. Sometimes they receive presents too, but really, the women are the most important. You're the most important to me Hermione, not a box of chocolates or a card." He smiled at her, kissing her forehead.

She laughed slightly. "Wow, Fred Weasley, you can sure be… serious when you want to be." She looked at the bracelet again. "Thank you, I really love it." Fred slipped it onto her wrist, it was a perfect fit, and he kissed her again, this time longer than the last.

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It was 8:30 on the morning of February 15th, and Hermione started her first day of work in half an hour. With a small sigh she attempted to maneuver her way out of Fred's strong arms. He groaned in response, and tightened his arms, grinning as he did so.

"Come on Fred. Let me go." Hermione said, still trying to escape his grasp, but not being able to help from smiling a little bit.

"No. I think I'll keep you right here." He said, his face snuggling into her hair.

"First day, I can't be late."

"Oh, that's right. You start today." Fred smirked. "In that case… I still wont let you go, because then you'll be late and I'll have to find a way to punish you for it tonight." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes and hit him lightly.

"Well, you have to get up anyway, you work today also." She said. Fred groaned once again and turned to bury his face in his pillow.

"I'm allowed to be late. I half own this place." His words were muffled by the pillow, and Hermione just laughed.

"Fine. I guess I'll just get George to train me. I wonder how I'll thank him…" She let her voice trail off, knowing what she said would be enough to get him out of bed. And she was right; he let go of her and was standing in a matter of seconds.

"You tricky little devil." He smirked, pulling her up off the bed and into his arms. She giggled a little as his hands brushed down her sides and rested on her hips. He kissed her, hard, not like he did the day before while on their picnic. This kiss was definitely the kind she was used to, which is why she sighed and had to pull away from him. She walked over to her dresser and began getting ready for work; Fred did the same. Before she could go downstairs Fred stopped her.

"What about your bracelet?" He asked, picking it up from the bedside table.

"Don't you think it's a little ostentatious?" She asked. If she were to wear that George would ask about it. If Ginny or Harry or Ron came in they would ask about it. It was best to leave it until they knew.

Fred laughed. "Leave it to you to call a bracelet 'ostentatious', Hermione. I suppose it is. But it doesn't matter what they think." He said, taking three long strides to close the distance between them. He hugged her tightly and then put the bracelet on her.

"Okay." She smiled at him, and then headed down for her training.

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Working was a lot easier than Hermione expected. She got the hang of it so quickly that George and Verity were able to leave to go to a late Valentine's dinner. (They were both working on Valentine's, so they decided to do it that night)

It was closing before she knew it. She was sweeping the floor out in the front of the shop when she felt arms wrap around her waist and turn her around. Before she knew it she was on the counter and Fred was kissing her.

"You know, Mr. Weasley, I think this against the 'employee/employer code of conduct'." She giggled between kisses. Fred seemed to think on that for a minute.

"Yes, that's right. Okay then, you're fired." He smirked at her.

"Fred." Hermione's tone was flat, even though she knew he was joking.

"Okay, fine. You're un-fired. But how about we go upstairs and break that 'employee/employer code of conduct'?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively. She rolled her eyes at him, which he took for a yes, and carried her bridal style up the stairs.

He threw her not so lightly onto the bed and watched her chuckle as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. He lowered himself onto her, making sure to hold up most of his weight. He started on her clothing immediately; the way things had been going lately he figured the faster he got her naked the better his chance was at actually succeeding.

Fred rolled them over so that she was on top of him. Hermione's hands slid down his chest and worked on his belt, undoing it quickly. Now he was only in his boxers, and Hermione was in her bra and underwear. Fred rolled them over once again so he was on top. Hermione could feel every nerve in her body tingling, along with Fred on top of her. Everything she heard, saw, and felt was Fred.

"Hey, Fred I was just wondering-" The door had opened, followed by the voice of George Weasley. They had been too into it to notice George and Verity come home, and there was no time for them to hide what they were doing. But Fred, instead of doing that extremely exasperated sigh, hopped off Hermione and walked over to George, his breathing un-even.

"What are you-" George was stuttering, looking from Hermione – half naked on the bed and breathing like she had just run a marathon – to Fred.

"Just go. We'll explain later." His voice was strained, and he pushed George out and slammed the door. He nearly ran back over to Hermione and resumed his position on top of her.

"Now. Where were we?" He smirked, leaning in to kiss her once more.

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A/N: So I'm stopping here. It isn't as long as my other chapters, and probably not as good. But I needed to show this side of them. The end two sections were from the original third chapter. I need to think HARD about what the next chappie will be, because I only thought up to here :P I'm so sorry if you didn't like it, review and let me know… and give me ideas!! I'm so dead right now. Oh, and to clear up any confusion, once he pushed George out they did, finally, have sex.