I can't believe this story has 159 followers - that's amazing, thank you all so, so much! And thank you all for your amazing comments, they've all really helped cheer me up. I'm sorry that I've not uploaded for ages, I've been awfully ill, and not able to do anything for a few weeks now really (hence the cheering up!). Thank you all for waiting so patiently, I only hope this chapter is worth the wait!

WARNING: This is the 'smut' chapter. Fred and Hermione are finally going to get it on! BUT - if you don't enjoy reading it (or it's just not very good, that's a very real possibility) then by all means just wait and skip to the next chapter, it won't affect the storyline in any way, I just thought since they need to make a baby they kind of need to have sex. And I know most of y'all like that anyway ;)

I sincerely hope you enjoy the chapter. As always, comment, follow, favourite if you like. But no matter what you are, as always, my dearest Reader,

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'Helloo!' Hermione sang, walking through the front door. She'd had a most excellent day at work, and was in a very cheerful mood. A cheerful mood that was immediately changed to one of worry as she noticed a large cloud of smoke coming from the kitchen.

'Oh god Hermione, thank god you're here!' Fred ran out of the kitchen, clad in a garishly bright apron. She dropped her handbag, unsure of whether to laugh or to continue being worried.

'What's wrong?' she asked, carefully.

'The soufflé!' He yelled, grabbing her arm and almost forcefully yanking her into the kitchen. She burst out laughing.

There was indeed the remnants of what looked like it might once have been a soufflé on the kitchen counter, but smoke was billowing out into the kitchen, as it appeared to be on fire.

'Oh Fred!' She laughed, unable to help herself.

'What?!'

'Why on earth are you trying to make a soufflé?!'

'You said the other night that you hadn't had a good soufflé in years! You know, when we were watching that Muggle programme where people try to cook things in a tent.'

'That would be The Great British Bake Off, love, and I know but I didn't mean I wanted you to…'

'I thought it would be a good surprise…' he interrupted sadly.

'It's a lovely surprise, Fred. Maybe we can make one together at the weekend?' She suggested, putting out the fire with a jet of water from her wand, and levitating the soggy remains of the soufflé into the bin. It wasn't long before they were laughing about the incident together, laughter which continued in short bursts of giggles as they changed for bed that night.

'You are funny, Fred Weasley.'

'I know I am. That's why you love me!' he grinned, clambering into bed with his wife and wrapping her up in his arms.

'That among other things.' She agreed, wiggling around and kissing him.

'Careful, Granger…'

'Weasley!' she giggled, pressing herself up against him. 'And careful of what?' she asked, innocently.

'Hermione Weasley! You. Are. A. Minx.' He growled, punctuating his words with kisses.

'Well you are my husband, Mr Weasley. I think if anyone is meant to see me as a minx, you are.' She kissed him back then, deeply, and passionately. 'And I've been thinking about you all day at work. I missed you…'

'Oh have you indeed..?' His skilful hands were already moving up her back, his lips were on her neck, before she knew it he was tugging her soft camisole top upwards. Leaning away from him, she allowed it to slip over her head and shoulders. Fred was already shirtless, his toned body pressed hastily against hers.

'Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?' he whispered, his breath on her neck driving her wild.

'You know what? I don't… you should probably show me,' she smiled, kissing him softly on the lips.

'Challenge accepted, Granger.' He smiled wickedly at her, before continuing his assault on her neck and throat, kissing alternately softly and hard, nibbling that one spot near her ear that made her groan. One hand rested on her breast, lightly playing with her hardening nipple. The other was swiftly removing her shorts, which he threw deftly to the other side of the room.

'Oh Fred…' Hermione moaned as he began kissing his way down her torso, apparently determined to cover every inch of her skin in kisses.

Fred never could get over how soft Hermione's skin was. She drove him wild just laying there. He gently drew a finger up to her most sensitive spot, knowing he'd found it when she gave a wild buck, moaning his name again. So he kissed it, delicately, revelling in how she twisted in pleasure, especially when he did that…

Hermione felt like she was going to die of pleasure. That man's hands, and that man's tongue, she decided, were going to kill her. He was teasingly slow to do anything, so grabbing a handful of hair she gently pushed him closer to her.

'Oh, please, Fred…' she begged. And being the loving husband that he was, Fred obliged.

She came almost immediately, the relief of feeling his tongue on her clit, and one finger slowly pushing its way inside her, was too much. The room span, her mind fogged, and Hermione temporarily forgot everything she knew, lost in the sensation that Fred had caused.

Fred loved the way she called his name when she came, loved feeling her tighten against his hand. So he carried on, bringing her to another two orgasms not too long after she came down from her first. He kissed his way back up her body, feeling rather smug at just how many times she had called on Merlin, Fred, God and a number of incoherent swear words.

'You think you're so good, Fred Weasley…' she smirked, noticing his proud grin.

'As a matter of fact… yes, yes I do. And you know I am, Granger.' He winked, holding himself over her and leaning in for a kiss. Whilst he was off guard, Hermione used all her strength to grab his shoulders and flip them over, so she was on top of him. Straddling him, she smirked.

'Your turn now, Weasley.'

'I do believe I've been a bad influence on you, Granger…' his sentence was cut off with a short gasp as Hermione reciprocated his attentions from earlier, kissing gently across his shoulders, chest, neck and throat, pausing at the areas where he moaned to smile at him.

Soon, Fred thought he couldn't take any more teasing. This witch was going to drive him insane.

'Hermione…' he sighed once more, as her teasing mouth got lower on his abdomen. Her breasts were pressed against his hardness, and he thought he would explode. Knowing he would cum if she took him in her mouth, but wanting to make the night last a bit longer, he reached down and placed on hand under her chin, raising her head up to eye level. She looked at him quizzically.

'Come back here…' he said, his voice husky with desire. Once Hermione had crawled back up to lean over him, he kissed her. 'You are too tempting, you little witch.'

Gently, he pushed her to the side, so she fell next to him, and he retook his place on top of her.

'I want you, Hermione…' He revelled in the faint pink blush that spread across her cheeks. She didn't respond, only reached her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He felt her legs spread just slightly, and as she raised her hips the head of his cock brushed against her. He could feel the heat coming from her core, and groaned.

'Merlin's beard, Granger. You are so damn beautiful.' He leant back, his eyes greedily roaming her body. 'My beautiful, perfect, wife.' He shook his head in disbelief. 'How the bloody hell did I manage to get that lucky?'

'You'll have to write a thank you letter to Salem.' Hermione joked. 'But for now, I think we have more pressing matters to attend to, don't you?'

'I love it when you talk all nerdy!' Fred winked, but took her point. Guiding himself with one hand, he pressed against her entrance. She was hot, wet, and felt so good Fred thought he would cum immediately if he didn't concentrate. When he finally pressed into her, agonizingly slow for the both of them, he stayed still just for a moment.

'Merlin, Fred, you feel amazing.'

'You're telling me, Granger!'

He started slowly, gently kissing her at the same time. But the first time Hermione came with him inside her, the feel of her walls clenching him, her nails slightly digging into his back as she clung onto him, the sound of her moans… it was too much. And whilst she came down from that orgasm, his thrusts got faster, more wildly passionate than before. She met every thrust, bucking her hips, lost in an ecstatic bliss. She knew nothing but the spreading waves of pleasure in her core, his lips on her skin, the feel of his body as she ran her hands over him.

For Fred, everything except Hermione had disappeared. She had no idea how beautiful she looked, her wild curls even more tangled, even more erratically stunning than usual. Her eyes were half closed, half rolling back in pleasure, her mouth slightly open in a continual stream of sighs and moans. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

'Merlin, Hermione I'm going to…'

'Oh, yes Fred…' She tightened around him once again, and all of Fred's concentration couldn't help him.

After, when he had rolled to the side, and they were spooning, he told her just how beautiful she had looked. He felt her blush even though he couldn't see it, and fell in love with her just a little more.