Chapter Three Recap:
"Wow! I mean, just…wow! I haven't seen a show like that since… well probably since Romeo and Juliet. Now *they* were a horny couple. Caused a hell of a mess just for sex, but wow! You two… I smell sex." he finished, grinning at the couple.
A sense of dread came over the room as his eyes roamed Hermione's body, tongue flicking over his sharp canines.
"Angelus" Hermione answered.
Fred's grip tightened on her, pushing her by the hips slightly behind him.
"Oh no, Loverboy. I can still smell her tasty scent from behind you. In fact…" Angelus laughed "I can smell her on you. Someone's certainly wet."
"How can you come in? I didn't invite you?" Hermione cautiously asked.
"Oh, some redheaded whelp named Ron let me in. Amazing really. All I had to do was tell him I was fixing your sink and he let me riiiight in. Now isn't that convenient?" Angelus grinned.
Hermione and Fred slowly grasped their wands, preparing to attack.
"Vampire senses. Tsk, tsk. I'll snap your necks before you can even get that flimsy toothpick out- much less recite your little magic incantations" Angelus warned and in a second he was right beside them. Fred was flung into the wall and knocked unconscious, leaving Angelus to pin Hermione to the wall, one hand gripping her neck while her feet dangled helplessly.
"You smell even better up close, sweetcheeks" Angelus said while sniffed her neck.
"Please" she choked out "I" *gasp* "can't" *cough* "breathe" she begged.
"Angelus" came a warning voice to their right.
"Jeez! How many guys were you gonna let hit that tonight? Your door is revolving tonight!" Angelus barked out laughingly.
"Angelus, put her down" came Spike's second warning. Suddenly, Spike was an inch from Angelus and Hermione, baring his teeth- face fully vamped.
"Easy pup, don't start a fight you can't win" Angelus cautioned.
Spike lunged at Angelus, who in turn dropped Hermione. She clutched her throat, gasping and dry heaving for oxygen, as she sat in a crumpled heap.
Furniture was broken, walls were smashed, dishes were broken, glass was broken, their fight was fast and destructive.
"INCARCEROUS!" came a yell, Fred stood- wand drawn. The two vampires were instantly magically bound. Fred began muttering additional spells to bind them. Grabbing both of them by the collars, Fred shoved them roughly into floo, tossed a heaping handful of floo powder on them and yelled "Rupert Giles residence". With a rush of green flames, the two vampires disappeared. He quickly warded the flat.
"Fred…" Hermione started.
In a moment, Fred was at her side. "Hermione, love, oh gods- are you hurt sweetheart?" he frantically asked while quickly looking her over for injuries.
"No" she said quietly, not moving as his hands grazed her body in search of any damage.
"I thought…" he stopped mid-sentence, looking at her face.
She watched him carefully, his watering eyes betraying him.
"How long?" she asked.
He stood silent for a moment, eyes fixed upon hers.
"Fourth Year" he came his confident, quiet answer.
Slowly, he took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. His hand was warm against her cool one. His other hand cupped her face and tilted it up towards his.
"Fourth Year" he repeated "I've loved you since Fourth Year. When I realized you were in that lake, I could have died. I'd never been so scared in all my life. Or jealous when that bloody wanker Krum resurfaced with you in his arms. Or when you walked down those steps at the Ball and every guy with a pulse was staring. And when I secretly bullied the other Gryffindors into supporting SPEW. And when my heart could have burst seeing you raise a fucking army. Or" he paused "the coldness that gripped my heart when I realized you would fight Voldemort. And that I might lose you."
"Oh Fred" she whispered, eyes shining with unshed tears. She tilted her cheek further into his hand, allowing his hand to caress her. His thumb brushing her skin gently.
"I'm not. I can't. I didn't see you through Viktor, my own brother, Bellatrix, and Voldemort himself to lose you now to some vampire looking for a quick shag. He doesn't love you like I do. No one does. Say yes. I'm begging you, Mione. Tell me you love me or could love me or at least will give it a chance" Fred pleaded, uncharacteristically solemn.
Hermione didn't answer. She leaned into him, slowly. Her eyes tentatively asking permission. He leaned in further, his breathing quiet and ragged. Eyes locked on hers, imploring her to confirm her answer.
Their lips touched slowly, pressing softly. Both his hands now cupping the back of her head, hers coming up to rest on his shoulder blades.
Mmmm Hermione moaned into his mouth. That's all the confirmation he needed, lifting her gently into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He kicked the door lightly closed with his heel.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her.
"This changes everything" he tenderly warned.
She nodded her head yes in response, "I want you. You're mine now" she whispered.
"You're mine now, Hermione Granger" he said, not breaking eye contact.
He pulled his shirt over his head and leaned in, burying his face in her neck. She arched into his body. He groaned as his hips involuntarily pressed back against hers. She gasped, hands coming to explore his muscled back and shoulders. He kissed her neck, reaching around to unclasp her bra and free the breasts the strained at their lace prison, nipples taut with need. The cool air hit her breasts, she arched aching to be touched. His warm calloused hands came to cover her breast, squeezing as his mouth closed over the other breast's nipple.
"Oh Fred!" she gasped, her core dripping and pulsing with desire. She could feel his cock straining to get to her through his jeans. He was big. She reached down to grip him through his pants, her hand barely fitting around his length.
"Fuck" he groaned against her breast, resting his face between her breasts and he ground into her hand. "Fuck Hermione, baby that feels so good."
They both reached for his belt and began to slide his pants down. His boxers pathetically attempting to confine his penis. Her hands pushing down the last remaining vestiges of his clothing, cock springing free. The pulsing at her core increased tenfold.
"Fred" she gasped "please baby."
"Yes, sweetheart, I'll give you what you need. I'll take care of you. You want me inside you? Deep inside you?" he asked her intensely.
"Oh yes, I need you inside me, Fred" she whimpered in response.
He lined up his cock with her dripping pussy, visibly throbbing in anticipation. His cock twitched with hunger, painfully hard, veins visible, and precum leaking out the tip. Her skin stood on edge, awaiting the inevitable sensations. Their breathing coming in gasps and their hearts beat fast and hard.
"Now" he said, plunging his weeping dick into her drenched cunt. "YES!" they both moaned. Her pussy clenched his cock, and he began the almost painful thrusting in and out. She was reduced to moans, little gasps of air and expletives. He groaned loudly, head tilted back, muscles taut. He loved seeing her like this. He devoured the sight, jealous to make it only a sight he'd ever see again. She was beauty in her throes of passion, lips parted, skin flushed, breasts attentive, hips rising to meet his, her body begging his to claim hers. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing even more erratic.
"Fuck, Mione. You're so bloody tight and hot and wet…" he trailed off, kissing her lips.
She responded hungrily, on the verge of tears- her need to reach ecstasy with him was so bad.
"Please" she said just one word and undid them both.
His dick smashing into her cunt, the slick wetness suctioning and slapping. She began to whimper in earnest, he knew she was close. Her snatch was clenching around his length, trying to keep him in her hot channel. His cock was leaking everywhere, ready to pump his seed deep into her body, marking her, claiming her, owning her, loving her. And then it happened. Her eyes shot open, mouth making a surprised 'O' as he gritted his teeth and locked eyes with his lover. His penis began pumping load after load into her uncontrollably milking pussy. Every muscle in his body calling to her, asserting dominance and possession over her body. Her orgasm rolling in waves, greedily taking every drop it could.
Her eyes fluttered shut, body going limp from exhaustion. His cock still sheathed in her, locked in embrace. He let out a shaky breath and collapsed on top of her, head cradled in her neck.
"Mine." He whispered before allowing sleep to take him as well.