"This is beautiful," said Hermione, stroking the velvety-soft Egyptian cotton duvet cover that was on their bed. Fred came to stand behind her and leaned down to kiss the place where her neck met her right shoulder.

"Mmmmmm," he agreed, before reaching in front of her and making a show of folding the top of the duvet down towards the bottom of the bed, exposing the sheet below. He began to unbutton Hermione's wedding dress, keeping his lips busy by teasing the back her neck and carefully kissing and licking each inch of her spine as he uncovered it. "Don't worry, love," he reassured her. "I'm going to be very slow and gentle and make sure this is good for you. Just relax, and let me love you…"

As Fred spoke, Hermione exhaled slowly, and she gazed at the sea as she murmured soft words of love back to him. The sun was just beginning to set, the waves rippled onto the shoreline and the scent of a gentle, salty sea breeze drifted across the beach. Hermione sighed as each of her senses were stimulated and briefly turned her head back towards Fred's to kiss his full lips which were already slightly swollen from their kisses. He kissed her deeply, allowing his hands to wander down her front and gently stroking the sides of her breasts with his fingertips before tracing a line between them and down towards her bellybutton. He slipped the fingers of one hand slowly down the top of her dress and, for a moment, Hermione was confused as he wriggled them gently around as if looking for something. Then she remembered, and giggled.

"I've got one … no, two!" Fred exclaimed, gently working the stars out of her bra and showing Hermione the trophies held between the first two fingers of his left hand. Taking his wand from its holster with his other hand, he transfigured the stars into star-shaped lanterns, added a glowing purple light to them and sent them upwards where they floated over the bed. "We'll take them home and keep them, as a reminder…"

"I thought you might have forgotten those!" Hermione whispered.

"Never … and I haven't forgotten this either…" Fred slid his hand to Hermione's thigh and fingered the garter through her dress. "I'm coming to get it, love…" Hermione felt a thrill in her pussy. Tenderly, Fred turned her away from him again, moved his mouth back to the nape of her neck and continued his descent on her buttons. "It just might take me a while … why on earth did Fleur need to add so many of these?" he asked, laughing softly at his own impatience.

Hermione smiled. "You know Bill was part of the dress team as well? Fleur has him hold clothes in flux while she transfigures things; it's really quite something to see. We're not allowed to tell your brothers, though!"

"That's a shame," Fred muttered into her ear before gently licking it, causing Hermione to shiver in anticipation. "George and Charlie would get years of pleasure out of that revelation! There … I could use magic, I know, but I'm rather enjoying unwrapping you, like a sexy little Christmas present."

He reached and undid the final button. Slipping his fingers under the dress on the top of each of Hermione's shoulders, Fred then spread his hands apart and Fleur's dress fell slowly to the sandy floor. Hermione stepped out of it, carefully picked it up and shook off the sand. She waved her wand, whispering the modified banishing incantation that would send it safely back to Shell Cottage and then allowed Fred to lean over and take her wand, placing it beside his on the bedside table. Hermione rather liked seeing them there together.

Slowly, Fred turned her back around to face him and his eyes grew wide when he saw the silky underwear that Fleur had given her that morning. They grew wider again when he saw the garter that Angelina had sent up to the bedroom. Gently fingering the lace on Hermione's thigh, he opened his mouth slightly, licking his lips as he began to move them towards Hermione's left breast.

"Hey, not so fast, mister … you're still fully dressed, so it's my turn now." Hermione grinned at him, helped ease the jacket of his dress robes from his shoulders and started on his belt buckle. Fred kicked and toed off his shoes and socks before allowing Hermione to unbutton and lower his trousers. She stroked his thighs before leaning in for another deep kiss. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, she soon had him down to just his boxers and stood back to admire him, glad of the warm evening as he stepped out of his clothes and moved them away.

"You're gorgeous, Fred. I can't believe you're mine." Hermione ran her small hands over his chest and he placed his hands on her waist, stroking her slowly as her exploration began. She traced the outlines of his muscles and kissed the scars that the healers hadn't been able to prevent from forming. Fred's eyebrows furrowed in lust and Hermione teased both of his nipples with her thumbs before slowly dragging one of her hands down his tummy to play in the trail of dark red hair that led from his bellybutton into his shorts, which were straining against his erection. Gaining in confidence, she stroked his cock through his shorts with her thumb and fingertips and Fred's breath caught.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wide and a little worried as she bit her bottom lip. "I want you, Fred, and the bonding magic wants me to do more, but I'm feeling a bit out of my depth."

Fred lifted Hermione into his arms and gently placed her upon the soft pillows, removing her shoes before crawling towards her on the bed and wrapping his arms around her. "Don't worry, love, it's only me. Everything's going to be great."

"Can I see you?"

"Yes, of course," he said. "Just don't be scared. I'll be so gentle, love. I'll make you feel so good…"

"I know," she nodded, but she still felt a wave of shock when he knelt up and removed his shorts, lifting each of his knees in turn before throwing his underwear onto the wooden floor behind him. It looked so big, though Hermione didn't really have anything to compare it to. Tentatively, she reached out towards him, and Fred groaned when she wrapped her hand around his length.

"Oh gods, that feels good, love. Yes, like that." She stroked gently, learning her way around the silken hardness of Fred's cock as he knelt before her. She collected the bead of moisture oozing out of the tip on the pad of her thumb before spreading it around a bit, eliciting a hiss from Fred. Looking up at him with a shy smile, Hermione sat up, crawled down the bed and gave the head of his cock a very gentle kiss. Hearing his groan and feeling braver with each minute, she added a few small catlicks with her tongue. "Oh fuck," Fred said again, and Hermione was encouraged to take his whole cock in both her hands and address it directly.

"Hello there," she said softly, the feel of her warm breath on the head of his cock making Fred close his eyes and tip his head back. He would be finding this hilarious and endearing in equal measure if only he wasn't so fucking turned on by her touching and licking. The hunger of the bonding magic was becoming more powerful again and, as much as he would love to make the build-up last all night, he knew he wouldn't last that long and that he needed to be inside his witch before he came. That was how the bonding would be completed. But he could restrain himself enough to give Hermione a few moments to meet the appendage that she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She was still chatting to his cock, and Fred realised that, if he didn't pay attention, he could be missing out on some seriously hot talk. "I'm going to learn what you like," she said. "We're going to experiment with lots of things until I find out what makes Fred groan the most."

Fred groaned just at hearing that. "Come back up here, love. As much as I love what you're doing, there are bits of you that I still need to meet."

He encouraged Hermione to sit back up so he could take her into his arms and make quick work of her silky bra, discovering to their mutual delight that he could easily fit a breast into each of his large hands and keep his mouth free for kissing her lips and neck. That didn't last long though, and Fred was soon tasting each of Hermione's rosy nipples, causing her head to fall back and her hips to start moving against him. Without realising it, she had brought her pussy closer to his cock and straddled his lap, rubbing herself against him with only the silk of her flimsy knickers between them now.

Hermione could feel a steady, insistent pulsation of bonding magic in her core; she identified the centre of it as being the area that muggle therapists described as the sacral chakra, and dimly she wondered if anyone had made that connection. But she was losing the capacity for rational thought.

Shifting his weight to his knees and leaning Hermione back onto the plump pillows, Fred kissed his way down her tummy until his lips reached the top of her knickers. "Now," he said, "I get to open my wedding present." Hermione felt another thrill go through her at his words, and at the knowledge that Fred Weasley, the man she had wanted for so many years, was about to take her knickers off and fuck her. Kneeling upright, with his hard cock still very present between them, Fred hooked his fingers over the sides of Hermione's knickers and slowly tugged them down her legs.

"I'm leaving the garter on, lovely," he informed her. "It's really" … kiss … "very" … kiss … "sexy…" He leaned further forward and kissed the curls that he had uncovered. "Fuck, love, you're so pretty, and you smell amazing. I love your scent."

Hermione's hips bucked a little, out of her control, as his kisses grew longer.

"Sorry," she giggled, blushing a little as she realised that she was thrusting up into Fred's face.

"No need to be," he said gruffly, using his hands to move her thighs further apart and stroking both of his thumbs over her mound while ruffling her hair with his fingers. "Come here, you gorgeous witch…" Now Fred used his thumbs to spread her outer lips, watching Hermione's face for as long as he could while taking a long, slow lick of her pussy.

Hermione let out a long, low moan. The bonding magic was really taking hold now. She felt so wet and aroused; no longer capable of logic. "Want you … bond with me," she told Fred.

"Soon, love" he promised, crawling between her legs and hitching one up so he could hold it over his arm. Then, "fuck, you're beautiful". Hermione tingled as she felt his breath on her just seconds before his lips connected with her pussy again.

"Fred," she could barely speak now for wanting him inside her.

"Mmmm hmmmm," Hermione's head tilted back into the pillows as Fred's tongue finally touched her clit and his hum sent vibrations through her. He licked and kissed her, opening her up with his tongue and then rolling it around in circles and waves over her clit, making Hermione groan and buck her hips towards his face. "Oh yes, that's it, love. Want to feel you enjoy it."

"Fred," she was utterly unable to form a full sentence or say anything but his name, and he loved it. Fred moved a hand to cup Hermione's bum cheek, using his fingers to gently squeeze the soft flesh further towards him. His tongue licked and caressed her and he alternated deep strokes with quick kisses, which almost drove her mad with desire. His hand stroked her bum and the tips of his fingers sneaked into all sorts of naughty places, barely resting anywhere before they moved again. Hermione was awash with new, delicious sensations that were falling over each other in their intensity. She was panting as reached her fingers into Fred's red hair, still chanting his name.

Fred lifted his eyes in time to see Hermione's breasts rising and falling faster than before. "Gonna come … in your mouth," she gasped, somewhat amazed at her own wantonness.

"Go on, love," he breathed into her, deepening his kissing and licking even further. He was so hard and could barely stop himself from grinding his cock into the sheet beneath him as he pleasured his wife with his lips and tongue. Fred didn't think he had ever felt this turned on. He couldn't wait to find out how it would feel to plunge his naked cock inside her.

Hermione keened as her orgasm began. She had had plenty of orgasms at her own hand, but none like the one that now built inside her. Like a waterfall, the sensation cascaded over her body until it became so intense that she had to put a temporary stop Fred's kisses with a hand to his shoulder.

"Oh Fred," she gasped, breathless. "Want you inside me, now. The magic … the bond … need to complete it –"

Fred obeyed, moving up her body. He kissed Hermione's mouth and she tasted herself on him as he began to slide the tip of his cock inside her. Hermione's head and shoulders nestled back into the soft pillows and she moaned softly.

"Gods, Freddie. You feel so good. More…"

"Sure you're OK, love?"

She just nodded, and Fred eased his cock into her, inch by inch, watching her face carefully as he did. He was trying to be gentle, but restraint wasn't easy. He felt a degree of relief when he realised that the magical connection between them was becoming so strong that he was starting to be able to feel her emotions inside him. He was reassured to realise that she wasn't in pain. Their combined feelings felt so good and all he wanted was to bury himself deep inside her warm wet pussy and stay there forever.

Hermione's hips began to move with his; hesitantly and erratically at first, but they soon found a shared rhythm. Fred moved himself further up her body, ensuring his cock would rub the most sensitive parts of her with every thrust. He wound one hand into her hair and pressed kisses into her neck.

"So pretty … so sexy … so fucking wet…" he murmured into her ear as he pushed his cock into Hermione, over and over again.

Hermione couldn't think. Couldn't do much of anything except meet Fred's body with her own, grasping his shoulders, trying to get her legs even higher up his waist so she could pull him further inside her. She hadn't even known that it was possible to feel this way.

Fred still couldn't believe his luck. Just forty-eight hours ago, on Friday evening, he had been single and unsure about whether the witch he wanted would ever know his love for her, let alone return his feelings. Now, on Sunday evening, he was making love to the very same witch, and now she was his wife. They were bound forever by their magic, he had a lifetime to spend with her and, right now, he was fucking her so deeply that he wasn't sure if either of them would be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

He leaned in and kissed Hermione's ear, licking the shell again before suckling on her earlobe, earning himself a fresh groan from his witch. Her fingers gripped and then stroked up his long back, now damp with sweat, and Hermione began to breathe more heavily as she felt a new wave of sensation building in her core.

Fred felt it too and grunted into her ear. He increased the depth of his movements as his thumb reached for her clit and gently rubbed circles in time with his thrusting. "I'm so close, 'Mione. Come again, with me … let's complete the bond, love."

With the ancient magic involved, just like when they had sealed their wedding bond with a kiss, it wasn't really a matter of choice. Utterly overwhelmed by the feel of his thumb on her clit, his cock inside her pussy and the magic of his soul touching hers, Hermione lost control. She keened again and then helplessly chanted Fred's name over and over as her orgasm began to pulse through her body. Fred's brow knotted as he felt her squeeze his cock and he too lost control, thrusting into her twice more, hard and deep, before finally pumping his seed into her body as the magic surged through and between and around them and then out into the air and the sky.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Their magical cores fully connected and a pulsing golden light surrounded them. Hermione Granger and Fred Weasley's eyes locked together as both felt the once-in-a-lifetime sensation which was the soul-bonding combination of connection and orgasm and love and a thousand other sensations that they would remember always but never be able to describe in words, no matter how eloquent they both might be. They could feel each other's heartbeat and emotions, although it would take them a little while to realise that this was a permanent consequence of their bonding rather than an immediate after-effect. In bliss, Fred and Hermione connected; they now belonged to each other, forever. Magical didn't come close to describing it.

Several moments passed while Fred remained on top of Hermione, desperately trying to take his own weight back onto his arms but unable to move. "Relax, Fred," Hermione told him. "I can take your weight for a few minutes." He did, while murmuring his love for her into her ear and kissing the side of her neck. Hermione stroked her fingers through his hair and assured him of her own love until he dropped his forehead down onto her shoulder and they just enjoyed the magic dancing between their connected cores.

"Can we do that a lot?" Hermione whispered into his ear.

"Absolutely, love. Every day. Twice if you like. Three times on Sundays."

After a couple of minutes, Fred found the energy to roll over onto his side, pulling Hermione with him and cradling her against his chest while their breathing further calmed and slowed. They stared softly into each other's eyes, getting used to the feel of each other within their own magic.

"I can still feel your heartbeat!" Fred was very excited at this.

"I know; me too … I mean, I can feel yours."

"I thought it was just while the bond was forming. Do you think that will happen even when we're apart?"

"I don't know. I imagine it might, Fred. That's probably the point of it. I kind of want to see whether our core connection affects my casting ability, but I'm way too tired to reach for my wand."

"Normally I'd be happy to wait on you, 'Mione, but I don't have the energy either."

"No problem. I think the bond magic just wants us to cuddle anyway."

He shifted her closer to his body and kissed her cheek. "Tired, love?"

"Yes. Shall we take a quick nap and do that again when we wake up?"

"Oh fuck yes, love! You are just having the best ideas tonight." He sat up and reached down the bed to bring the duvet up and over them, and then laid back down with Hermione settled comfortably on his chest. Soft waves continued to land rhythmically on the shore. "Happy wedding night, 'Mione."

"Happy wedding night, Fred. I love you." She looked into his eyes.

He kissed her tenderly. "I love you too."

The second time they made love that night it was in darkness and under the stars. This time, as Hermione felt the final surges of her orgasm, she found herself laughing the kind of laughter that only came after such a release. The next time she got tipsy with George while keeping Fred company as he worked late to finish a batch of potions for the shop she would, with George's full encouragement, laugh a deeper, loving kind of laughter as she teased Fred about his monosyllabic, irreverent marriage bond cursing. For now, though, she was simply filled with the joy of experiencing a depth of pleasure that she hadn't known existed.

She leaned over and kissed Fred's cheek. "Thank you," she said.

"You are very welcome, love. That was most definitely my pleasure."

Hermione nodded. "I never knew," she said, blushing slightly.

"Knew what, love?"

"Sex. That it could be like that."

Fred winked. "I guess not everything can be conveyed easily in books, Ms Granger-Weasley…"

"Oh stop it!" She playfully batted him. "The bookworm cliché is so, well, clichéed!"

"Yeah, OK, fair enough. How about I promise I'll try to avoid the bookworm references if you promise to help the world see me as more than a silly prankster?"

"Deal," smiled Hermione, stroking his face with her hand.

"Deal," Fred whispered back, wrapping his arm more firmly around her.

Hermione kissed his neck, curling into Fred's side. She could finally relax. They were together and bonded, and she was safe. That time, they slept through until the sun rose.

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They're bonded, and safe!

Now I don't know about you, but my story didn't end on my wedding night! Shall we continue for a bit? Please let me know if you'd like more...