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A/N: This chapter was difficult to produce with the amount of writer's block I experienced in the past two years. My fans, I do apologize for the prolonged absence.
Chapter Twenty-One: Reminisce
The night air was cool against his skin. Fred stared intently at the rising moon, drilling himself on what he would say if she showed. His speech had been rewritten, disputed, and scrapped so many times since she left.
"I don't stand a chance in Merlin's bits of this working in my favor. Fred, ya bloody git," he whispered to himself.
"I wouldn't be too harsh," a voice startled.
His eyes found bushy curls mounting the roof, eyes clearly fixed on the shingles of the roof. Fred sat up and extended his hand to help her reach the landing. Hermione found decided the feel of his grasp was intoxicating and held on despite being steady on the landing.
"Do you remember the beginning of this whirlwind?" she beckoned.
Fred sighed and anxiously bit the corner of his mouth. "New Year's, on this very spot, liquid courage gave us the bright idea to make my br-", he began.
"You wanted to make an unhappy friend smile," she rebuked.
Fred smirked, snapped his face towards her, "I wanted the girl I fancied to stop fawning over my prat of sibling."
Hermione inhaled and closed her eyes, shifting her gaze to the starlit sky above. "I never thought this would be so difficult. The whole beginning was a façade…easy. Then, it twisted and morphed when we stopped pretending. Our past has been a roller coaster, Fred."
Fred turned and scooted closer to the witch before him. "That night was a bloody miracle in my eyes. I never dreamt I would be able to kiss you, let alone snog you senseless. My ignorance and lack of patience betrayed you."
Hermione scoffed and shrieked, "Fred, we went through so much together, we meant more to each other than a simple agreement. It all went down the drain because of insecurities and jealousy."
Fred growled under his breath, taken aback from the outburst, "Granger, headaches were blinding me and I couldn't think straight. I lost my head and you just disappeared. You could have been captured or died," he grunted.
Hermione sighed exasperatedly, growing annoyed with turn of the conversation. Her heart sank as she whispered, "Fred, as much as we want this, we may not be able to repair wh-".
Fred panicked, fearing the end of the sentence falling from her lips. He swiftly grasped her face, crashing his lips onto hers, quickly halting her speech. Hermione's eyes grew wide, but she quickly allowed the familiar sensation to override her brain. Fred's hands entangled into her curls and his tongue danced on her lips, begging for entrance. She obliged him, all thoughts ceased amidst the warm of his touch. Her heart rebounding loudly in her ears and throat, the witch felt herself falling onto the landing, Fred gently bracing her for the impact.
Hermione laced her fingers into his red locks, savoring the taste of his tongue and lips. It was the drug she desperately missed. Fred moaned into her mouth as the kiss continued to deepen, sending throbbing pleasure throughout her body. Hermione halted their snog momentarily to catch her breath, her chest heaving from the intense drumming of her heart.
Fred rested his forehead against the roof, allowing her to breathe the cool night air. His fingers were still lost in her curls, his eyes darting from her face to the shingles.
"Fred, you arse, how could you question that I love you," she whimpered.
Fred began to hover over the beautiful witch before him, his eyes seeking all the emotions hidden in her glistening eyes. "Mione, you are the brilliant, frustrating, missing piece of my life," his fingers swiping tears from her flushed cheeks. "I was a git, my insecurities ran wild, I lost my head…I never meant to hurt you, love."
Hermione choked, "Fred, it was only you." She clung back to him, breathing in the scent of his skin.
Voices and scuffles erupted from the opened window below, alerting the couple to the eavesdroppers below. Fred rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, dropping his lips to her ears. "Two choices: return to the nosy wankers below or my place," he asked, wondering if she was prepared for the mob waiting loudly.
Hermione searched his face for the slightest hint of pity, though she was met with compassion and fierce protection. Her haggard rasp allowed her to voice her decision, and the red head smirked as he whisked them away from the paparazzi.
Two heads popped out the window after the loud crack was heard.
"Blast it, Harry, they duped us!" shrieked George, softly pushing his father from the sill.
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes in response to the herd of gingers before him. His best friend was in the wind once more, but the accompanying ginger quelled his anxiety.
Eleanor pulled her finger tips to her smile, her eyes shining with glee at the turn of events. Hugh was searching the room for the reason every person was so calm. His wife patted his chest, "Dear, our daughter is mending her heart with young man that holds the pieces in his caring hands. She's fine."
Molly wrenched her counterpart and son from the window and closed the latch, "Tea and biscuits, anyone?" she asked, beaming at her growing family.
The Twins' Flat
The landing was soft, with her head buried into his chest. Fred ran his finger-tips down her arms, relishing in her presence. Hermione's eyes bore into his own, her teeth biting his lips.
"Welcome home, Love," he breathed into her curls. "I've missed you so much."
Hermione began to slide her hands under his shirt, her finger nails scratching his abs. "Fred, you are my person. It's just you!" Fred ended her speech with a simple kiss.
He gently took her hands in his own and began leading her into a dance, her graceful toes following his every step. Her head leaning on his chest, while her eyes scanned the flat, she smiled at the present she never imagined she would have still. Fred's soft humming reached her ears, his lips finding the nape of her neck.
"Mia, we have come so close to losing each other throughout this dance. The war is over, you rode a bloody dragon, survived the unthinkable…You are a warrior sorceress," he softly whispered, as he traced kisses down her neck and shoulder.
Hermione lifted her head up, meeting his gaze, staring into the eyes of the wizard who claimed her heart long ago. "Fred…I never want to be apart again."
Fred beamed brilliantly down at her, "If I have anything to do with it, you will be within my sights until Merlin's beard stops growing. I love you, Mia!"
The feeling of her lips on his sent shivers down his spine, sparking every magic-ridden nerve on fire. His fingers found her shirt hem, toying with the skin exposed between it and her pants. Hermione linked her hands behind his neck, stretching to meet his height. Fred growled, hoisted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He swiftly walked them to his bedroom, laying her down gently on top of the sheets. Hermione broke from his lips to slip out of her top and relieve him of his. His hands embraced the small of her back, nibbling on her collarbone and tracing his tongue down her chest towards his navel. The witch beneath him moaned twisted her fingers into his red locks.
"Fred, please," she begged, with her eyes closed, allowing her other senses to drive her.
Fred reached her pants and popped them gently against her vulnerable skin. She giggled and scratched his arms as she bucked her hips. The garment was shed with haste, leaving the offending knickers in their wake. "Mia, I need you to say it," he pled.
"Fred, it is long overdue. I don't care about propriety and desperately want this. Now, get your arse up here," the women demanded.
Fred banished his clothes and her remaining ones, crashed his lips onto her own, while arching her back. The two lovers moved up on the bed, Hermione straddling his growing member. His eyes opened wide, gazing at the powerful women in his lap, his member throbbing at her entrance. "Mia, my beautiful temptress..."
A/N: Reviews are awesome! Don't forget to read Last Granger Standing and Bitter Beauty.
Bitter Beauty, a Fremione tale of mine, has a dark beginning; however that tone is becoming lighter as the story goes on. The first 5 chapters are posted for your pleasure, updates come as quickly as I can type.
Hermione and the Weasley Family struggle as they grieve and heal from the loss of a loved one. Fred becomes the man she desperately needs at the best and worst of times! TRIGGER WARNINGS! Graphic violence, murder, torture, child abduction, and PTSD!