Craving Curves by WeasleyForMe
Fred is surprised to find how much Hermione has grown up since her days as the Gryffindor bookworm. He's even more surprised by how much he wants her. Hermione/Fred rated M.
Birthday Story for Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley! Happy Birthday! Thanks to Clover Bay for beta reading this story!
Hermione stood transfixed in her doorway admiring the way Fred's long hair fell across his forehead, almost covering his sapphire eyes. He shook it to the side with a grin.
"You look very nice," he told her, eyeing the purple dress which fell just above her knees. She watched as his gaze rose upward, passing slowly over the spot where the dress was cinched at her waist and up over her chest.
His assessment of her body and the tone of his voice made Hermione feel like the prey to his predator.
Fred chuckled when he saw her bright blue toenails at the end of her open-toed high heels. "Very nice indeed, but you didn't need to get so dressed up."
"Oh thanks," Hermione replied, hastily adding, "I wear dresses all the time. When I'm at home. Every day." She looked startled at the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Would you like to come in?" she managed to ask before her brain had time to construct another comment about wearing a clown suit to work every day to work, or some such nonsense.
Fred gave her a funny look and slipped past her into a modest apartment with some very 'Hermione' touches. Every wall in the living room was lined with built-in bookshelves, save for a small window with a view of the street and a fireplace. The small kitchen appeared to be filled with a mixture of muggle and magical appliances with a small dining table off to the side. She had set the table with deep purple flowers, the same shade as her dress.
"This is my place. Nothing fancy, but it's home."
"It's nice. Much cleaner than mine. And very 'Hermione'," he told her softly before placing a kiss on her cheek.
Hermione's eyes briefly fluttered closed as her heart leapt.
"These are for you," he added with a smile, handing her an orange box with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes embossed on the side. She opened it to reveal several rows of chocolates.
She examined the sweets and smirked at him. "Planning to turn me into a canary after dinner?"
Fred laughed. "I plan on doing several things with you after dinner, but turning you into a canary is not one of them," he said pointedly, causing Hermione to blush. "These chocolates don't contain any surprises, I promise."
After eyeing him for a moment, she decided to believe him. This new, mature Fred was really throwing her off. "Well, dinner is ready if you're hungry."
"I'm starving!" Fred said jovially, inhaling the wonderful scent of dinner.
Within minutes, Fred was having a bite of steak and kidney pie. "I swear," he managed between bites, "this is just like mum's!" Hermione was so flattered she finally let herself relax and poured two glasses of wine.
They eased into conversation about work. "You should have seen the way the goblins were looking at me on Thursday afternoon! I was tracking sand all throughout Gringotts everywhere I went! But, the trip to the beach was so much fun."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I personally had so much sand left on me, some of the customers thought we were making enchanted sandboxes. Hey, speaking of the beach, when are you going to wear your bikini for me?" Fred asked innocently as he finished the last bite of dinner.
"I don't even have a bikini, Fred!"
"Great, so I'll go pick one out for you in any colour I like and you can try it on for me, yeah?"
"You are being silly," she told him as she finished her glass of wine and poured another.
"Maybe so, but don't go thinking that topic of conversation is finished yet," he insisted, his eyes burning into her as they always seemed to.
She smiled back at him, the wine finally starting to warm her up.
"Knowing you, I'm sure it will be brought back up more than once between now and when you get that bikini for me to try on," she snickered. "But in the meantime, how about some of those chocolates? Chocolates go great with wine."
"And wine and chocolates go great with sitting with me in front of the fire," Fred said, guiding Hermione toward the couch.
They sat down and Hermione removed one of the chocolates from the box. "Looks tasty," she murmured, but before she could take a nibble, Fred snatched it out of her fingers with his mouth. "Hey!"
With a wink, Fred pulled another one out of the box. "It will taste better if I feed it to you," he promised, guiding it toward her lips. She giggled and allowed him to feed it to her.
"Mmm, Fred, oh my goodness! This tastes delicious," she practically moaned as she ate the candy. "It's so fudgy and rich."
Fred pulled another chocolate from the box, quite pleased by her reaction. "I would have been feeding these to you for years if I knew it would make you moan my name," he told her as he popped another into her mouth.
Hermione laughed and curled up right at his side, enjoying the complex flavours as Fred helped himself to another candy as well. After the third time Fred fed her a chocolate, Hermione closed her eyes, and she felt his lips meet hers. Fred teased her with soft yet persistent kisses, and gently played with her hair. He ran his hand along her bare arm until reaching her hand, and then he pulled her onto his lap.
The sensation of Fred's hair tickling her face made her sigh, and Fred took advantage of the opportunity to pull her closer against him. Her dress had become bunched up, and he teased her exposed thighs with warm fingers. Hermione felt his tongue sneak into her mouth, and a guttural groan escaped his throat as she slid higher on legs; this was perhaps her point of no return.
Their kisses became more intense. Hermione's nose bumped along the side of his as they each drew a ragged breath. Once their lips clashed again, she found herself naturally swivel her hips against his. Suddenly it occurred to her that the only things between the two of them were Fred's pair of trousers and her lacy knickers. She pulled her lips away from his.
"Fred," she managed to gasp as she caught her breath.
"Hermione?" he questioned, clearly wondering what he had done wrong.
She sucked in a breath and brushed her hair away from her face. "There's something I need to tell you."
Fred tried to pay attention to her words, but his left eye had begun to twitch, and his stomach turned uncomfortably. He ran a hand along his temple which had started to throb. "Yes?" he managed to ask through the pain.
Hermione suddenly had to close her eyes tightly as a shooting pain surged in her forehead. "Oh, my head hurts," she groaned as she started to see stars.
"Excuse me," Fred grunted as he practically threw Hermione from his lap and bolted toward the bathroom. He barely made it before he was sick to his stomach.
Hermione staggered to the kitchen where she splashed some water on her face, easing the pain for a moment. Then the pain worsened and she started to crawl to the bathroom. "Fred, make way," she called as she was halfway down the hall.
Suddenly it dawned on Fred. "Oh shit! Chocolate covered migraines!" He should have taken an extra minute to make sure he packed up the correct candies.
Oops... Fred should be more careful! They were getting so close! I hope you enjoyed the quick update! Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review.
