AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to apologize in advance for the awkwardness of this chapter XD
Weeks passed since George found Hermione sleeping over with Fred. George, being the prankster he is, held the information of Hermione sleeping with Fred as blackmail but quickly let it go when Hermione growled at him and threatened to scare off any possible new dates he thought about bringing over in the future.
Hermione was currently in her flat, picking up the mess that seemed to grow and grow by the day whenever Fred visited. Since he was a frequent visitor to Hermione's flat, he had his favorite sofa chair that Hermione always left open for him but he always had to fight Crookshanks for. One time, Crookshanks ever went as far as clawing every time Fred neared the chair. He'd look over to Hermione for help but she'd only laugh and tell him to pick a new chair or face the wrath of Crooks. Needless to say, Fred was always leaving the flat with new scratch marks.
And they weren't from Hermione.
She had finally moved into the kitchen, magically putting the dirty dishes to wash themselves and other items to put themselves away. With a smile gracing her lips, she watched as all the items that were putting themselves away were all going to her newly deemed 'Fred cabinet'. He had managed to stock a cabinet in her kitchen with all his favorite snacks and juices that didn't have to be refrigerated since he could just cast a cooling charm on them.
With the kitchen now spotless, she rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator for something to make for dinner but came up with nothing. Tonight was going to be the first night that Fred would be over with her without her being on her Veela potion. Every time that she remembered Fred would be over later in the night, her body hummed with excitement and she knew everything would be okay. It all seemed right.
In the previous weeks, she attempted another talk with Fred about marking him and got further with him than the first talk. She told him of the mind link they could share if he marked her also but he agreed that that specific link would probably cause trouble with them so early in their relationship. They had joked about Bill's predicament with Fleur for a moment before deciding that she should try to mark him soon. Hence the reason she was stopping the potion.
Sighing, and figuring that there was nothing to make for dinner, Hermione decided it was best to pick food up from somewhere else before Fred arrived.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" George smugly grinned across the kitchen table at Hermione; setting down containers of food he had brought over. "I'm pretty sure you and Freddie will need some supervision tonight."
Hermione mocked glared at the twin standing across from her and crossed her arms over her chest. "George," she deadpanned. "If you do not leave, you being Fred's twin won't stop me from hexing you into oblivion."
"Touchy." He held up his hands in surrender. "I'll be sure to tell Mum you and Fred are having too much fun to enjoy the food she so kindly sent over for you." He sprinted from the kitchen just in time to hear some heavy object collide with the door that had shut behind him.
"If you mention anything about having fun," Hermione caught up to him before he could step into the green flames that were waiting to spit him out at his next destination. "I'll be sure to let it slip to your Mum that you've been having fun with half of the magical female population without her knowledge."
George pouted and surrendered. "Fine. You win." And without saying a goodbye, he stepped into the flames and disappeared from Hermione's flat. If there was anything George Weasley was terrified of, it was his Mum on a quest to marry him off to any witch he showed interest in.
And lately, he'd shown interest in a lot of female witches, but only for one thing and one thing only. He was still young and he'd be damned if he had to settle down at such an early age.
Hermione found herself walking back into the kitchen and started opening up the containers George had left on the table. In a rush to find something to make for dinner, she had settled on her last resort.
Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley has always told her that if she needed something, all she had to do was ask. So ask she did. Earlier in the day, she floo-called Mrs. Weasley and when telling her mate's Mum about her upcoming dinner with Fred, and nothing in the flat to cook, Mrs. Weasley told her it was no problem and she'd send over the food as soon as possible.
And send over she did.
Hermione opened up the containers one by one and found that Mrs. Weasley had made Fred's favorite meal. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese. She set out two empty plates and equally proportioned the food between the two of them. When the food was set, she cast a warming charm over the two plates and hid the containers from plain view.
Hearing a bell chime from the front door, she smoothed down the simple cotton dress she chose to wear for the night. Making sure everything was set in order, she left the kitchen in favor of opening up the front door.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion when Hermione let the door swing open. Her eyes slowly traveled up Fred's slightly dirty sneakers to his dark washed muggle jeans to the simple bouquet of daisies he held and finally over his ocean blue button down dress shirt with it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A lazy grin slowly lifted the corners of his mouth and before he could offer her the flowers, Hermione pulled him in through the entrance and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
Her heart was pounding, her blood was rushing, and the tiny voice in her head was nagging her to finally make Fred hers. Hermione clashed her lips against Fred's and he quickly responded, letting the flowers fall to the ground; long forgotten. Reaching up on tip-toes, Hermione swiped her tongue across Fred's bottom lip frantically seeking entrance. He obliged and as their tongues met one another, he reached around behind her, cupping her bum and lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him.
When he was fully supporting Hermione's weight, he turned them around and pinned her against the wall he was just up against. The force of being shoved up against the wall caused Hermione to break the kiss and whimper in pleasure.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Fred panted. "D-dinner was first, right? We had plans for dinner?" His head sagged against Hermione's shoulder as he stood there trying to catch his breath and calm his body down.
"Screw the plans." Hermione growled from the back of her throat. "Sofa. Now."
Fred didn't dare question her as he carried her over to the sofa and sat down with Hermione sitting in his lap. Her body was on fire, Fred's kisses were sending tingles down her spine, and a familiar heat was starting to form between her thighs. It also didn't help much that when she tried to get comfortable, her new seated position had her straddling Fred's hips.
Now that Hermione had a somewhat clear view on things, their frantic movements by the door vanished and was replaced with slow and loving kisses. Their lips fit perfectly together and their tongues battled for dominance with Hermione winning out in the end. She ground her hips downward over Fred causing him to groan but she used her lips to muffle the sound. Pulling back slightly, she traced his jawline with her lips and tongue, leaving kisses along her way to where her mind was telling her to go.
"What do you want?" She seductively whispered in his ear, licking the outer shell before moving down to the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. Her hands moved up to his chest, fingering the buttons to his shirt before she started to pop them open one by one. "Tell me what you want."
"You." Fred moaned when Hermione latched her teeth to the side of his neck and started to slowly leave a different kind of mark. "Only you."
She pulled back and waited until Fred stared her in the eyes. He watched as her eyes started to glow a golden honey before they slowly faded into pure black. Hermione placed the palms of her hands on each of his pecs, slowly sliding her hands upward and over his shoulders as she slid his shirt off of him.
"This isn't fair now, is it?" He darkly chuckled as he tugged at the hem of Hermione's dress that had bunched near her hips. "I'm losing clothes while you still have everything." If it wasn't for the seductive grin that slowly took over Hermione's features, he would have been terrified since her eyes were still pitch black. She held up her arms and let Fred tug her dress over her head, leaving her in her matching black lace bra and panties. "Much better."
Hermione let her left hand trail to the back of his head where she wove her fingers into his hair, getting a grip on it. She kept his head from moving forward by the grip she had on his hair and smirked when he scowled at her. Ghosting her lips over his, she teased his bottom lip with her tongue before moving to his jawline and nipping a trail towards his neck. Fred's hands moved to grip her hips and as his skin touched her skin, every where they touched seemed to heat up.
They ignored the heat sensation and as Hermione's lips and teeth nipped at Fred's neck, she kept getting the urge to mark him. She let her teeth scrape roughly over his shoulder area and Fred groaned. "Do it. Do it now."
The Veela inside Hermione didn't need to be told twice and she lowered her lips above the spot she was going to bite. She placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder and felt as the skin beneath her lips heated up. When she pulled back, she saw that under the place she had just kissed was starting to glow. "I will forever love, care for, and protect you, Fred Weasley. You are the one I've been looking for and will no longer look elsewhere for comfort. You are the love of my life. My home." She mumbled.
Fred relaxed as Hermione spoke and when her teeth sank into his flesh, instead of groaning in pain, he groaned in pleasure. Shivers wracked his entire body and he knew that everything would forever be perfect as long as he had Hermione by his side.
Hermione pulled back from Fred, licking her lips and watching as her bite mark closed up but left the faint marks of her teeth forever etched into his skin. She reached out to trace his mark only to have him shiver and moan as her fingertips touched the bitten flesh.
"Oh, Merlin." Fred moaned. "What was that?"
"My mark." Hermione answered. "I guess it reacts to my touch." She touched it again and felt Fred shiver beneath her.
"If you don't stop that right now, I will take you on this sofa." Fred mock glared at her. "And I'm not too sure Crooks would like that."
Hermione smirked at him as she traced the skin around her mark. "Is that a promise, Mr. Weasley?"
His eyes widened at Hermione's boldness and he numbly nodded. "Or the bedroom. Whichever you prefer."
"Mmm." She hummed as her mouth drew near his ear. "Make it the bedroom." Before Fred could answer, her mouth quickly latched onto the spot she bit moments before and Fred shot up from the sofa with the strength he didn't know he possessed.
Hermione giggled as he tried to make it up her stairs carrying her. Walls were hit left and right and even poor Crookshanks managed to get his tail stepped on. With a muffled apology to the bipolar cat, Fred finally found Hermione's bedroom and ushered themselves inside before slamming the door shut with his foot.
See! Told you it was awkward.. and cheesy. I edited this over and over, and I still don't like the way it turned out -_- In case you haven't noticed, this story is Rated T so if you were expecting smut.. I'm sorry. I write awkward snogging scenes; can you imagine what a smut scene of mine would look like? o.O Haha :)
I'm sad to say there's only one chapter left in this fic. See you soon!