So, I changed the rating from T to M for this chapter, so if you don't want to read it you have to skip 2/3 of the chapter. I think you would still be able to follow the story. But I hope it isn't to smutty, I tried to write something hot but still not too explicit.

I'm really nervous about this...

Fred landed in the living room of his own flat and wondered shortly why Hermione knew how to apparate in his flat. But he didn't wonder for long because Hermione still had her hands on his chest and smiled at him. His heart made a flip. When he had suggested to go somewhere else, he hadn't thought she would choose his place. He had thought of a nice place by the lake, where they could snog some more and talk without being interrupted. But who was he to question a lady.

Affectionate Fred took Hermione's face in his hands, slowly caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up to him and a nervous expression was hidden in them, mirroring Fred's own feelings. More of her curls had escaped the braided hairdo and Fred had the burning desire to run his hands through them. Merlin, never in his life had he wanted a woman more and at the same time was so unbelievably nervous about it.

With a small smile he leaned down and pressed a light kiss on Hermione's lips, he wasn't going to rush anything. Her lips were incredibly soft and warm, and slowly Fred intensified the kiss. Hermione was leaning into him, her arms clasped behind his neck, she kissed him back deliciously. With soft fingers she freed his hair out of the hair tie. He felt how she started to play with his hair and an excited shiver ran down his spine.

"Hermione," he whispered against her lips with closed eyes and felt her smile. Her hands pulled him closer by the neck and she continued to kiss him in a heated and longing way. Fred's blood was boiling, and he gave into his desire. He touched her hair with one hand, fingered the silky curls and slowly, carefully dissolved her braided hairdo. The other hand was placed on Hermione's back, pressing her closer to him. Finally, the tresses sprang free and flowed over Hermione's strapless shoulders.

He broke the kiss and buried his head in Hermione's hair, taking a deep breath. She smelled like a sweet flowery scent, that he couldn't place, but made his heart skip. Fred felt Hermione's pumping heart, fast and pulsing. Without a second thought he nestled his nose to her neck and placed a small kiss right behind her ear. A soft humming escaped Hermione and she stared at him with wide eyes. Grinning he continued to kiss her neck, then alongside her jawline before he reached her lips again.

Suddenly Hermione grabbed his hair with one hand, while she caressed his side with the other until she reached the hem of his shirt. Swiftly she tucked it out of his trousers, pushed his robes off his shoulders and started to unbutton the shirt.

Fred reacted on instinct. With pure passion he deepened the kiss, opened his mouth slightly and nibbled on Hermione's lips. She moaned, and he licked her bottom lip. Their mouths opened simultaneously, and their tongues met fiercely. Merlin, he wanted her. More than anything, more than anyone. But it was too fast, too rash. He ended the kiss with a few pecks.

"Hermione," he was breathless, "I really want to continue this, but we're going too fast." Fred observed her face. Hermione was flushed, out of breath and her eyes were dark and glazed.

"I don't care," Hermione whispered and opened the last buttons on his shirt and pushed it off. Fred felt the cool air on is heated, naked torso. Hermione's fingertips started to draw patterns on his chest and he groaned at the feeling of her featherlight touches. She blushed a delicate pink. She would surely kill him, he cursed internally.

"Are you really sure you want this? It's okay if not." Fred kissed her cheek. "I'm happy just having you here. Nothing has to happen."

"I am sure, Fred, please." Her voice was sweet and so tempting, he had to kiss her. He pulled and pressed her flush to his body, felt every curve and suddenly her dress was the most offending piece of cloth he ever saw.

"But tomorrow we have to talk," he kissed her at every word.

"Tomorrow," Hermione nodded with a grin and she tiptoed to get better access. She kissed him back, feverishly and Fred knew they couldn't continue here. George and Angelina could be back anytime soon.

With ease Fred picked Hermione up, kicked the door to his room open and sat her on the bed. Quickly he casted charms for locking and silencing the room and the contraception charm. No surprises.

Meanwhile Hermione kicked away her shoes and a smiled at him, nervous again. Her bravery and boldness had vanished, but still she radiated desire. Fred swiftly took the necessary steps towards her and kissed her again, now slow and reassuring. He had to show her how much he wanted her. How special this was for him. How much he felt for her.

Steady he lowered her upper body on the bed, his knees on the sides of her hips. Slowly he kissed the soft skin on her neck, on her collarbone and her neckline. He wanted to go slowly, even if she was okay with going fast, wanted to enjoy this. But Hermione clearly had different plans.

With a smirk she pushed him off her and on his back, straddled him and started to kiss her way down on him. Fred gasped when she reached his treasure-trail and started to open his trousers. She was faster than he thought and eager he helped her by kicking of the cloth.

"You know, I think it's time to get even." He grinned and sat up, Hermione still sitting on his lap. One hand went back to her neck, pulled her closer so he could kiss her, while the other opened her dress. Hermione helped him to pull the dress off and he felt his heart stop. She would definitely kill him. She wasn't wearing a bra and suddenly he was very glad, that he didn't knew this sooner. He would have never made it through the day otherwise.

"You're not wearing... How?" He gaped.

"I charmed the dress to stay in place. It didn't look good with a bra. Want to stare the whole night?" Hermione smirked down at him.

"You," Fred tried to growl, but he could hear that his voice was a mere whisper. Enough with the talking, he decided, tomorrow they had time for that.

He pressed her close to him, started to caress and stroke every inch of skin. Hermione was returning everything. First slow, then faster they discovered each other's bodies, kissing and rubbing and getting closer, always closer. Fred felt lost, all of his senses were with Hermione. Sniffing her aromatic scent, feeling her soft, warm curves, watching her eyes getting darker and darker, hearing her aroused moans and soft hums and tasting her delicious skin.

It was hours later that they finally fell asleep in each other's arms, sweaty and spend. Never in his life had Fred been happier as this moment, when he watched Hermione falling asleep next to him.

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Hermione woke up early the next morning, still sore, but with an excitedly fluttering heart. She turned carefully and studied Fred's sleeping face. He looked so innocent and carefree, completely different from the last night, when his devilish smile and teasing lips had made her lose her mind. She blushed at the memories and fidgeted a bit. His hands, his lips, his tongue. Oh my, he really was the devil. And so different from the other guys she had been with.

With Ben, her Australian fling, sex had been clumsy and shy. She had been unexperienced and anxious, but Ben had been nice and perfectly sweet with her. They only slept with each other a few times, hardly enough for her to actually find out what she liked. Ben could've been perfect for her, if they had had more time together. With Christian, her first real boyfriend, it had been different. He had been older and gave her sense of safety. With him she could experiment a little and enjoy herself. Unfortunately their relationship itself had been a catastrophe. Christian had been too focused on building a serious relationship, had too soon talked about moving in and having children.

"Morning, love," Fred grinned at her, interrupting her pondering, and pulled Hermione closer. "You're up early." He pecked her on the lips and Hermione felt that he was up early too. Fred chuckled at her gasp.

"You are a perfect motivation, love." He sat up to take the lead, but Hermione was faster. She pushed him on his back, straddling him, before she started to kiss him. His hands caressed her sides, stroked her back and squeezed her bum coyly. Slowly she lowered herself on his erection and stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Fred looked up at her with hungry eyes and she began to set a strong, but slow rhythm. Nonetheless she quickly felt herself rush towards her climax and urged Fred to come with her by rolling her hips. He groaned in approval and bucked his hips to meet her pace. Finally, Fred pulled her down to him, kissing her with fever and they both moaned at the electrifying feeling rushing through them. For a few seconds they caught their breath, smiling and lazily caressing each other.

"Hm, that's a fantastic way to wake up." Fred kissed her softly as she settled beside him, burying her face in his neck.

"Let's wake up like this again later," she murmured.

"With pleasure," Fred grinned into her ear, "and then I will make you breakfast and we can finally talk."

The next time Hermione woke up it was already bright and clear outside and sunlight tickled her nose. She urgently needed to use the loo and got up carefully in order not to wake Fred. She took an used shirt from him and was glad to see an open door right beside his wardrobe. Glad that he had his own bathroom, and that she wouldn't be in danger to run into George, Hermione silently closed the door.

Afterwards she examined herself in the mirror. She looked obviously shagged with her wild hair and the smudged make-up. Hasty she washed her face with cold water and soap, but the rest would have to wait till she got home. She grinned at her own reflection, but then her sight fell on a small open drawer, filled only with disposable toothbrushes. A heaviness started to build up in her chest, but she pushed it aside.

Determined to enjoy her time with Fred, she wanted to go back to the bedroom, but stopped at the door. There, right beside his bathrobe, hung a bra with a note.

Fred, last night was fantastic. I'm leaving you a little souvenir. Let me know when you want to meet again. I'm all up for your rules and glad that we talked about it. Love and kisses, M. PS: Thanks for the breakfast.

It took all of Hermione's willpower to not cry at this moment. She pushed all her feelings aside, went back to the bedroom and quickly slipped into her clothes. With a last gaze at Fred she scribbled down a note to him with an excuse and closed the door behind her as silent as possible.

What she hadn't expected was Angelina Johnson, sitting in the living room with a mug of coffee and an amused smile on her face. Hermione blushed furiously and forced an embarrassed smile on her face. Well, she was embarrassed so at least it was convincing.

"Um, I have to go to work," she stuttered and then apparated away with a red face.

Finally home in her own flat, her own room, she quickly fell on her bed. She didn't cry. She didn't sleep. She just stared at the ceiling and tried hard not to think about the last night.

How good it had felt to kiss Fred. To be kissed by him. How perfect they moved together. How he made her laugh every time she saw him. How much she loved his laugh, his smile, the twinkle in his eyes. She was an idiot.

'But tomorrow we have to talk'

'And then I will make you breakfast and we can finally talk'

He had wanted to talk to her last night and this morning, wanted to lay down the rules. But she didn't care. She didn't want to hear it. She had wanted to enjoy the moment and the illusion of being special. That she wasn't like all his other conquests. But she was. This note in his bathroom had been like freezing water tilted over her head. If she had stayed, she was sure she would have cried and made a fool out of herself. And she already did that once, when she had seen Ron at that café with Lavender. When she had yelled and thrown things at him. When she had drunk and cried in public. But she had sworn to herself that she would never act so pathetic again and now was the time to prove it.

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Fred woke up shortly after Hermione had left his room, the crack of her apparation was to blame. He instantly knew that something was missing, when he searched the bed for the brunette witch. She wasn't there, nor in the bath and her clothes were missing. But then he found the note.

Fred, I've forgotten that I have to work today. Hermione

Well, maybe a bit distant but he wasn't going to overanalyse anything. He was too happy. This night, this morning, everything had been perfect. Never ever in his life had he been this perfectly happy before.

With a smile on his face and a whistle on his lips he made his way to the kitchen to get some tea and breakfast. Maybe he could surprise Hermione at work? Would she like that or get embarrassed? He chuckled at the idea of a flustered Hermione but stopped when he saw the face of his twin.

George sat at the kitchen table with scones and tea and looked at him murderous.

"You're awfully happy this morning, had a good night?" George growled. Fred was taken aback and carefully got himself a mug. It was rare for George to be this angry with him and Fred tried hard to remember what he could've done wrong. Perhaps he had forgotten to do something at the wedding yesterday. But nothing came to his mind and he decided that his twin was behaving odd.

"I had a fantastic night. What got your knickers in a twist?"

"My knickers? The better question is, who got into yours last night, you git? I thought you were into Hermione? I thought you finally found a girl who wasn't a five-minute distraction. What's wrong with you?" George jumped up and started to pace to the living room. Fred followed him amused.

"George..."

"No, don't try to talk your way out of this. I saw how you look at her! How you two danced together. And then she goes home, and you vanish with some bird you don't care about. Why?" Fred tried hard not to laugh at his favourite brother.

"Georgie..."

"Don't you Georgie me! I'm going to kick your arse for ruining this!"

"George!" Angelina was standing in the doorway in George's bathrobe and with moist hair and grinned at them.

"George, he wasn't with some bird last night."

"You weren't?" George eyes widened in surprise. "But there were clothes all over the place and you left too early without saying goodbye." Then George sighed disappointed. "I just lost another ten galleons to Lee."

"Tzz, thanks for the trust, dear twin. But no worries, you won your bet." Fred shook his head and Angelina smirked at him.

"I met her this morning on her way out." She winked at Fred and both laughed at George's puzzled face.

"You said he hadn't had a girl over," he accused Angelina.

"I said it wasn't some bird." She gave George her best smirk, the one he allegedly had fallen in love first. During school Fred had listened for hours to George's swooning over this cheeky smirk.

"It was Hermione." George's face showed several emotions in only seconds. From puzzled to surprised and amazed to totally overjoyed.

"Freddie!" He cried and jumped at Fred and hugged him fiercely. Then his eyes changed again to worried.

"This isn't just a fling, right? You're not playing around with Hermione, because if you do I might be not a twin any longer. Mum, Ginny, Harry, Lavender and I think even Bill and Fleur might murder you if you hurt her. Perhaps even Ron will, when it gives him the chance to sock you one."

"Don't worry, our twinness isn't in danger." Fred winked at George and a bright grin was on his face.

"But my threat stays. When you mess this up I will kick you so hard that you will never be able to wrongfully claim to be the better-looking twin."

"Delude yourself, twin-o-mine." Fred countered and finally went to get himself some breakfast. He decided to write Hermione, ask her for a date, instead of visiting her at the hospital. He knew her good enough to know that he wouldn't be pleased with being disrupted at work.

So, this is the new chapter. Please review, I'm curious about your opinions.