OK, firstly…

My apologies to all of you waiting and probably seething with anger that I've let you guys wait so long… I had a lot on my mind (still do) and then this fic isn't the right way to write when I'm in that state. (I have another fic for that)

This chapter would really entertain the Fred/Mione shippers, (I was entertained) it's over 3000 words, so no-one could complain about that.

I'm not sure, but I think that from now on, all the chapters are going to be that long…

I surely hope that you would have as much fun reading this, as I had writing it… some parts were a real pain in the bum to write…

Ow yeah.. one more thing… the rating… BOUND to go to M…

Nothing too graphic though…


Chapter 4: Temptations

During the entire time she got ready for the day, Hermione kept wondering what came into her to think such things about Fred, or to even gaze at him like she did just now.

Hermione shook her head as she laid the last hand on her hair, sure, it was a lot less bushy and frizzy then it was for many years, but still a pain.

She shot a glance at her watch, and a pang of nervousness went through her when she saw that there was only fourteen hours left till midnight. And she still didn't knew anything more about Vampires, besides that they had a reasonable thriving society of their own and drank blood. Though she found out that her blood type was one of the few true delicatessen, which she didn't quite liked.

The stomach-rumbling scent of bacons, eggs and toast greeted her when she descended the stairs. She opened the kitchen door and mumbled her good morning.

The kitchen was crowded, to say at least; Mrs. Weasley was at the range, to cook more bacon and eggs, Ron was animatedly talking with Charlie, who arrived yesterday from Romania for a brief vacation. Harry and Ginny where just staring at each other, both with a lopsided grin on their faces. Lupin and Tonks seemed to be discussing something, though they did it whisperingly. And Fred and George seemed to be submerged from all earthly things, judging to their excited whispers and brief writings in a notebook.

The only free chair was placed between Fred and Lupin, with a sigh, she sat down and pulled the coffee-filled jug close to her, pouring in a cup, Lupin and Tonks chatter died away and Lupin directed his attention towards Hermione.

"Molly told me about it… And I'm not saying that you shouldn't go… I just… be careful. Vampires are not to be trusted," He whispered softly.

As soon Lupin said 'Vampire' the whole table fell into silence, gazing at Hermione with eyes full of shock and worry.

"You're not planning on actually going to the Vampires, now are you?" Fred asked, utter disbelieve written all over his features.

"What if I am?" Hermione said, looking at Fred with a raised eyebrow. She took a sip of coffee and sighed at the pleasant feeling of the warmth that went down her throat.

"You're really… I can't believe this!" Fred exclaimed loudly. "I thought you were smart!"

"Being smart doesn't has anything to do with this! You're well aware that the war has reached a limit that it is truly out of our hands. We simply can't bring Voldemort down on our own!" Hermione replied.

"Ow, and the Vampires can?" Fred asked mockingly. "We don't know anything about them, not even you, who knows everything about pretty much everything!"

"What choice is there? What other options do we have left? I'm very well aware about the dangers and risks that I'm about to throw myself into... But honestly, while we're having this discussion, Voldemort probably already killed another innocent person, along with his family WHILE gaining more alliance from all across the world. The Vampire messenger came to me, telling me that Prince Brianaire is willing to negotiate with me, and only me, to join the side of the Order. And I will not let that opportunity pass by, not ever!" Hermione looked at Fred, as if she was daring him to press the matter further.

"When the clock strikes midnight, I'll be at the told meeting place, and I will see and negotiate with Prince Brianaire, you may not like it, but honestly, there is nothing that you can do to stop me, so don't even try!" Hermione hissed.

"You're not going there! I rather be tortured by Voldemort himself then letting you go to the Devil's Lair. They'll have drained you from all your blood before you even know what's happening," Fred practically yelled, knocking his pumpkin juice all over the table in the progress.

"I am going there, and that's final," Hermione said, gulping down the rest of her coffee.

"No, you're absolutely not going there!" Fred yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Watch me…" Hermione said in a threatening calm voice, setting her cup back onto the table and standing up.

"As I said before, you may not like it, hell, I'm not too keen on this myself, but take this from me Fred, I will do anything in my power to try and end this rigid war, ANYTHING, even if it means putting myself in harm's way… and there's truly nothing you can say or do to prevent me to go to that meeting at midnight." Hermione dared it to look Fred straight in the eye, dangerously to do so, seeing that the effect it had on her made her forget about the whole argument for a moment. Thankfully, she was sitting, or her knees wouldn't be able to carry her. "Trust me that I know what I'm doing, trust me that I'm fully aware where I'm putting myself into. And trust me to come back in one piece, with about six million vampires at our side…" without actually thinking what she did, she tenderly laid her hand against Fred's cheek. "Don't worry about me,"

"Hard not to…" Fred mumbled as he closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

"Ow… and thanks for the tea… what did you put in there?" Hermione said, taking her hand away from Freds cheek.

"Tears of Aphrodite, planning to use it to find out where you were heading during the nights…" as soon Fred said that, his hand clasped his mouth, his eyes full of shock.

"Did you really thought that I would accept drinks or food from either you or George without being suspicious?" Hermione said with a smirk.

Fred's eyes widened. "You didn't…"

"I did…" Hermione laughed. "well, George helped a lot…"

"Traitor…" Fred muttered.

"He didn't knew… I reheated the tea, putted some potion in it myself, and handed it to George to give it to you…" Hermione explained between laughs.

Even Mrs. Weasley joined into the laughs that sounded across the kitchen.

"The pranker gets pranked… typically…" Fred mocked. "what potion did you put in there?"

"Just one that postpones the effect of yours by eight hours…" Hermione grinned while glancing at her watch. "so enjoy those last two hours that your darkest secrets are safe… cause, after two hours…"

"I'll be out of country…" Fred said softly.

"You can try…" Hermione sneered. "Don't worry though, your secrets are safe with me…"

"That's a relief!" Fred said sarcastically.

"You rather spill your darkest secrets in this kitchen then?" Hermione frowned.

Fred grumbled and hit the table hard with his forehead.

"You'll be fine," Hermione said reassuringly, rubbing Fred's back.

Hermione looked up from 'Magical Legends,' as she heard her door creep open. She frowned when she saw Fred standing there, like he was lost. "Ready to confess?" Hermione asked with a devilish grin.

"I guess so… It's like I want to tell you things that I wouldn't even say under torture," he looked pained, like he's forced to do things he really didn't want to do.

Hermione patted the chair beside her, inviting him to take it. Fred dragged himself over there and sat down with a huge sigh.

Hermione marked where she was in the book by laying a piece of parchment between the pages and put it carefully away. Then she turned towards Fred, giving him her undivided attention.

"When I was four, I sold mum's necklace dad gave her for Christmas, so I could buy a large amount of chocolate frogs… I was sick for days… Mum's still looking for the necklace though… and there was a time in Hogwarts that I snuck into the girls dorm, silly that no-one thinks of just flying up there… I stole one piece of underwear of each girl…"

"so… that's where my bra went…" Hermione chuckled.

"I spread the rumor that McGonagall had an affair going on with Snape… I even had evidence… once… when you were sleeping, me and George searched your entire room, looking for some evidence that you weren't so innocent as you led on… we found some pretty interesting things… we once kidnapped the cat of auntie Muriel, and fed it love potion, which kinda backfired… in our last year, George and I nicked three of your most… stylish… thongs… and hid it in the library books… We put itching powder into the Slytherin Quidditch robes right before they had practice… which was no doubt the shortest in Quidditch training history… we almost succeeded in letting Malfoy eat dragon dung… we adjusted a normal photograph of Snape, so he appears to be wearing a pink thong… Used a potion on Percy, making him believe that he was a girl… we snuck into the trophy room… there's a gigantic cup labeled: 'Hogwarts Greatest Assignment,' but we conjured it into 'Hogwarts Smelliest Fart,' I once wore women underwear… but didn't knew what I was doing at the time… are you alright?"

By this point, Hermione was laughing so hysterically that tears streamed down her face. "Fine… go on,"

"Before you arrived at Hogwarts, we had Filch into a pink tutu… don't ask me how we did that though… he couldn't get it off until three days later… kept chasing us all over the castle… we nicked your underwear set of Gryffindor, you know… the golden thong with the lion of Gryffindor, with matching bra… and permanently glued it against the wall of the seventh year boy's dorm… it's still there… it's an ultimate banner isn't it…"

"You did what?" Hermione shrieked.

"Yeah… I never knew you had underwear like that…" Fred grinned.

Hermione clenched her jaws together. "And I kept wondering where my underwear went…"

"And when I saw you in that nightgown this morning it was… just… wow…" suddenly, Fred's face was inches away from Hermione's, and he kept leaning towards her.

"Keep your distance there, loverboy…" Hermione smiled while pushing him back against his shoulder.

"Don't want to…" Fred said softly, leaning in once more.

Hermione swiftly dodged his longing lips and stood up, standing behind her chair to create some safe distance between them. "So… what else did you do…?" Hermione asked with a unsteady voice.

"Why talking? When my mouth could do so much more interesting then that…" Fred hoarsely said, knocking the chair out of the way.

"Seriously Fred, you don't want to do this… not really," Hermione said, slowly backing away from him.

"But I do… there's nothing that I would rather do right now…" Fred said, slightly panting as he stepped towards her.

"That's merely the potion… it wouldn't even crossed you mind if you weren't…" That was all Hermione could say; in one swift movement, Fred had grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him rather forcefully. "You have no idea how long I've been longing to do this…" Fred muttered before he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. A moment… that was all it took Hermione for her eyes to flutter shut and to respond with a kind of passion she didn't even knew she possessed. Fred's tongue ran over her bottom lip, begging her for access, which she granted him immediately.

Fred kissed her with all the passion that he could muster. His hands dwelled over her waist towards her hip to eventually rest on her bum, he squeezed it and drew her even closer, pressing her completely against him.

Hermione felt like she was on fire. Her ability to think seemed to have left her, along with her common sense. The only thing she could and wanted to focus upon, was the redhead who as kissing her into oblivion. She felt like wave after wave came crushing down on her leaving her breathless and wanting for more. She grasped Fred's shirt, turned them both around and pressed him roughly against the wall. Her hands snaked their way underneath his shirt where they worshipped his flexed chest and biceps.

Fred's hands never left her buttocks, they kept stroking, rubbing, squeezing… occasionally pressing her even more against him. With a low grunt, he turned them both around again and pressed her quite harshly against the wall. With his hands under her button-up shirt, he tenderly stroke her sides, 'till just underneath her breasts.

Every time Fred's hands crept upwards, Hermione would hold her breath hopefully, but only to sigh disappointedly when they went to her waist again. Rather than to wait for it, Hermione took hold of Fred's hands and slowly guided them where she wanted them to be. She moaned softly when his hands made contact with her breasts over her shirt, and again when he gently squeezed them.

Fred started to fumble with her blouse's buttons. He tried for a few seconds to get one open before he impatiently tugged her shirt open. Buttons rained on the floor, a grunt of protest from Hermione, which immediately turned into a moan when Fred ran his tongue over her neck. "You're too short," Fred mumbled.

"What?" Hermione barely managed to say before Fred lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist instantly. She expected him to slam her back against the wall, but instead, he turned and carried her towards her bed, where he carefully lowered her. Their lips were never one second parted from each other. Fred kissed, licked and nibbled her neck and throat, pulling her bra straps off her shoulders in the progress.

A rapid knocking on the door brought them both back to reality. (Or Hermione at least,) "Lunch is ready!" the voice of Ginny called out.

Fred made a whispered suggestion as to where she could stuff the lunch, and went back to what he was doing, as he ran his tongue over the exposed part of her breasts, Hermione's mind was racing. What in the world where they doing? If Ginny hadn't interrupted, things would have gone much further, though Fred is still planning on that… For a moment, Hermione considered on skipping lunch, so she could finish things with Fred instead. But then she realized that none of this wouldn't have happened in the first place if it wasn't for the potion. This actually pained her, just the fact that he would never do this on his own accord. With a huge sigh of non-concealed disappointment she shifted away underneath him, but Fred effortlessly pulled her back and started to kiss and lick her flat stomach, while his hands where busying themselves with the button of her pants.

"Fred… seriously we can't…" Hermione sighed.

Fred looked up. "Can't? Or not wanting to?" Without waiting for her reply, he went back to kissing her abdomen.

"Really, we should stop this…" Hermione panted.

Fred let out a deep grunt, and pulled himself up, so he was at eye contact with her. "Now… look me straight in the eye, and tell me that you don't want this, and I'll swear, I'll stop immediately,"

Hermione just stared at him, for once, not knowing what to say.

"I thought so…" Fred mumbled as he licked her neckline.

"You're not you," Hermione said with a edge of sadness in her voice.

"Oh, I'm very me…" Fred hoarsely mumbled as he ran his hands over her breasts.

Hermione shook her head. "I can't…"

"Sure you can…" Fred assured her before he rolled over and pulled her on top of him.

Hermione shook her head and sat upright, though it did little good to Fred, seeing that she now sat on his lap. "I'm sorry." She just wanted to get off of him when the door flew open. Hermione, who was facing it froze, shell shocked.

"Now, that's a sight that I don't see every day!" Charlie exclaimed. "Unfortunately," he added under his breath. Behind him in the hallway, Ginny was giggling like mad. Hermione took a pillow and held that in front of her chest.

"Out!" Fred roared, which made Ginny giggle even harder.

"Fine, but I would be down within five minutes if I were you…" Charlie warned. "No you wouldn't!" Came Ginny's retort from behind him between fits of laughter.

"Normally, no. But mum already wanted to come up here in the first place… and you don't want to be caught by her…" Charlie admitted.

"Good point…" Fred mumbled. "Now out!"

With a snicker, Charlie closed the door, leaving Fred and Hermione shocked and breathless.

Hermione made to get up, but was stopped by Fred's hands, that held her firmly on her place by her hips. "You do realize that we will finish this do you?" he asked as he sat up, with her still on his lap. "You can be sure of that," he purred as he snuggled his cheek against her breasts.

All Hermione could do was to wrap her arms around his neck, and crawl a hand through his hair while a small wave of sorrow went through her. She knew they wouldn't, for she was certain that the potion, and the potion only caused him to do this. Her weak resistance just allowed him to go this far. She knew that, when the hour was over, which was very soon, that he wouldn't even remember any of this. For some reason, this really hurt her. With a shock she realized the impossible; she had fallen for him, hard.

"We better get down before anyone else comes up…" Hermione said softly, though there wasn't any place she would rather be than she was now; so close to Fred that, with every intake of breath, a waft of his scent would find her nose, and taunt her nerves.

She planted a kiss on his head, and then got off him, walking over to her closet to replace her button less shirt.

When they both finally entered the kitchen Ginny cracked up again with giggles, and Charlie blushed faintly when he saw Hermione.

Yes, this day surely would be interesting… Fred thought when he sat down next to George, who eyed him with the utmost interest.


Seriously, this is as much graphic as it gets… so no porn (not because I can't write that, but to keep it a little decent :p) any questions, remarks, flames… just put them in a review or sent me a private message…

I re-plotted the whole concept of this story, and I simply can't wait to see that one unfold itself (you can't plan a story for a 100%; hell, the whole scene between Hermione and Fred wasn't planned till much later chapter (but it comes in handy)

I seriously don't know when the next update will be, seeing that I can't simply write what I want (as weird as it sounds) I have to have a "feeling" for it (fellow writes understand me, right?) plus I'm working on a book that I actually want to have published…

It won't take as long as you waited for this chapter, that's for sure!

Leave a review, if you like or hate the story… (it's a hell of a motivation…)