With this update, I have written a quarter of a million words of fan fiction :o

And I only set out to write a one-shot as an experiment lol

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The tea and chocolate helped Lauren's return to reality, though not as much as Bill and Elliot's arrival back to where she, Charlie and a few of his family members were sprawled around, enjoying the early afternoon sun. She was starting to notice all the different connections between the Weasleys and their extended family; she smiled to see Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna giggling together in one corner of the garden, and Charlie told her that they were all of a similar age and had been close at school. He didn't need to explain Fred and George's connection, but he added that Angelina, who was sat beside them with her head pillowed on George's thigh, was in their year at school as well and that they were a couple of years older than the others.

"Not that we aren't all close," he said, "but we're all interconnected in different ways. Ginny and Hermione are quite close, and Penelope and Fleur are fairly pally too. And Bill and I, which you probably realise, and here he comes … he must have felt his ears burning!"

Lauren sat up as Bill neared. "He's almost asleep, I think," Bill whispered as he drew close to them, not quite able to see the tiny wizard over his shoulder. "There's no more tension on my ponytail, anyway," he chuckled, as Charlie held a beanbag still for him so that he could sit down without waking his nephew.

"No, not sleep," said Elliot, who was clearly fighting the urge to rest. He didn't want to miss a moment of time with his new friends.

"I think it might be time for a nap, lovely," Lauren suggested softly. "I've got Mr Rabbit in my bag…" She began to twist her body around, looking for her handbag, until she spotted it under the bench where they had sat for lunch. When she moved as if to get up and fetch it, Charlie touched her arm, stopping her, and quietly summoned it with his wand instead. Lauren watched in awe as the bag steadily flew towards her, with Charlie controlling its descent until it landed just by her side.

"No," Elliot told Lauren again when she fished into her newly arrived bag and brought the fluffy rabbit out. It was clear that the little boy was exhausted and getting grumpy, and she was worried that a temper tantrum would be coming next.

Lauren put Mr Rabbit in her lap and moved towards Bill to help him untie the sling so she could pull Elliot into her arms. "It's hard, lovely, I know," she told him. "It's very exciting in the garden with all these new people and you don't want to have a nap. But if you do, you'll have more energy to play again later." Lauren looked at Charlie, considering what to do. It felt hard to parent Elliot in front of his entire family, especially as she had only just met most of them, and she was hoping for some help from him.

"Don't want nap," Elliot said, firmly, crossing his arms and trying to lean away from her, making it difficult to hold him. If Lauren wasn't already aware of his growing grumpiness from his attitude and body language, the shortening of his sentences was always a clue.

"Oh that's a shame," a voice came from behind him. It was Molly. "Because this is about the time that Bryan takes his nap, and he would have loved to meet you and Mr Rabbit, I'm sure." She spoke slowly, using exaggerated eye movements to emphasise her words and get Elliot's full attention.

"Bryan? MY Bryan?" Charlie asked, with some surprise. Lauren's eyes widened. She had a distant memory of Charlie mentioning Bryan one evening on their favourite Romanian sofa and looked at Charlie, feeling a tingling sensation.

Molly nodded. "He's upstairs, in your old bed. He flew down from the attic and jumped in there yesterday when he heard Elliot was coming." She managed to wink at Lauren without Elliot seeing.

"Who's Bryan?" asked Elliot, his curiosity greater than his desire to maintain his current position.

"He's my cuddly dragon from when I was your age," Charlie replied. "He was my sleeping friend like Mr Rabbit is yours. I didn't know he still lived here!"

"What, you think I'd send him out to work, just because you all grew up and went away? No, they're all still here; waiting for the next generation of Weasleys to cuddle them." Lauren loved seeing the tender look that crossed Molly's face as she said that.

"Can I meet Bryan? Please Nanna?" Elliot asked his grandmother, wide-eyed with excitement at the idea.

Molly seemed to consider this before she answered. "I suppose it depends whether you'd be able to lie down quietly in the bed and cuddle him while he takes a nap. He's very sleepy right now."

"I can do that!" said Elliot. "Can Mr Rabbit come?"

"Of course," Molly replied, holding out her hand. "He's in your dad's old bed … get your rabbit and we'll go and find him." Elliot turned to his mother and finally accepted Mr Rabbit.

"I love you," she told Elliot and he threw his arms around her neck.

"I love you too, mummy." He placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek before turning back to Molly.

"You're very good," Lauren whispered to Molly, as the little boy allowed his grandmother to pick him up. "Thank you."

Molly gave the younger woman a wink as she walked away, Elliot's sleepy little head resting on her shoulder. She was enjoying this. It was nice to be needed again, and she was going to make it her job to help Lauren get as much alone time with Charlie as possible. She was delighted that Elliot had agreed to staying overnight and was doing her best to make him feel safe and at home. Keying him into the wards would have helped with that too, she imagined, making a mental note to ask Bill or Fleur when Elliot had fallen asleep.

Across the garden, a different kind of negotiation was taking place and Charlie laughed to see Fred and George with their heads together before Fred patted George on the back, walked towards the younger group and then led Hermione off into the trees. Almost immediately, the other four got up and crossed the lawn in the opposite direction, walking towards where George and Angelina were sitting.

"Oh good," said Bill, beginning to walk over there as well. "I've been looking forward to this. Now, where's my Fleur?"

"Come on, love," Charlie said to Lauren. "Let's go and join in this chat; it'll be fun."

Smiling, if a tad confused, Lauren followed him to join the group that were now laughing together around the fire pit. "Alright then, who's got the quidditch pitch?" Charlie joked, as they drew near.

Ron groaned. "Not me. I've only got one so far."

"Where's that then?" Bill asked.

"Dad's shed," he replied.

"Oh yuk," said Bill, feigning a look of disgust. "I drink beer in there!"

"It's the bond," said George, who was holding Angelina between his legs and playing with her hair. "Nowhere's sacred. You should know that better than anyone."

Lauren looked at Charlie in confusion. "I know this isn't really my business, but now I'm in the family, am I allowed to ask what on earth you're all talking about?"

Charlie chuckled, kissing her temple before he drew her onto his lap on a garden sofa. "Fremione sex bingo," he grinned.

Lauren laughed. "Oh, well that's MUCH clearer!"

Between them, and amidst much laughter, the group explained the nature of Fred and Hermione's marriage bond and what had happened in the days after they had returned from their honeymoon.

Unsurprisingly, George had been the first person to catch Fred and Hermione semi-publicly scratching the proverbial, frequent and overpowering itch that was their need to be with each other and re-consummate their bond on a very regular basis. "Nice legs, Granger," he had commented as he had entered and then immediately left the WWW stockroom after taking in the sight of his brother lifting his new wife to sit on the workbench, wandlessly banishing her knickers upstairs to the laundry basket and sheathing his hard cock inside her in one smooth move. The two were barely aware of his presence and Hermione's only response as she wound her legs even more tightly around his twin's waist was to moan Fred's name as she arched her back, and George simply shut and warded the door as he went back into the main shop, laughing and shaking his head.

But it was during the previous week's not-so-subtle post Sunday dinner visit to the treehouse in which 'Fremione bingo' was born. Initially the brainchild of George and proposed as a way of providing comic relief and giving him something else to focus on while his best friend and business partner was regularly otherwise occupied, it was a combined game and bet that could only have been created by the younger members of the Weasley family.

Hard negotiations had begun over the post-lunch butterbeers. George's first proposal of a bet, with the winner the person who caught them at it the most often, was rejected out of hand. No-one had any doubt that he would easily win that, not just because of the amount of time that he spent with the couple but because the fact that they shut down the twin bond each time gave him warning and the ability, if he had the time and the inclination, to figure out where they were. Not that he would do that under normal circumstances, but if a bet was at stake then that was a different matter.

Ginny's suggestion that everyone should predict places that Fred and Hermione would choose was debated for a little longer, but fell at the final hurdle when it was pointed out that she, Charlie and George, as Hermione and Fred's main confidantes, might have a better idea of where they would go. Charlie was floo-called into the conversation and it was ultimately agreed that the fairest game was one in which everyone would throw place suggestions, both predictable and implausible, onto a long list and Bill would create a spell to list them randomly on a set of cards. The cards were to be divided evenly between each person who wanted to play, everyone agreed to share all and any knowledge of where the deed had been done, and the winner would be the person who had the most 'winning' cards on Christmas day.

"Are we all in agreement then?" Bill had asked, as George went round the table collecting the twenty galleon stake that all participants were putting into the pot. Bill had covered Charlie's stake and the two eldest Weasleys had made a plan to swap bingo cards and money by owl that week.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," Ron had muttered, handing over the money. "It's a bit weird…"

"Yes, it is," Harry had agreed. "But it's sort of therapeutic at the same time. If we're focusing on the bet, then we're not thinking so much about what's actually happening."

"That's a good point, actually," Ron had said, and they had moved on to chat about other things.

George and Charlie had no such qualms and they were delighting in explaining the game to Lauren. "You'll have to share my cards, though," Charlie said. "Wouldn't be able to bring a new player in at this point; all the locations have been divvied up! If I win, I'll get you more of those truffles you seem to love," he promised.

"I can't wait til we tell them on Christmas day," said George cheerfully.

"Do you think we have to?" That was Ron again.

"Course we do, Ron," Charlie pulled a 'how can you even ask' face. "It won't be fair otherwise. They might have done it in places that someone has in their hand but that we don't know about."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that…"

"Good job you have us then, isn't it?" George grinned.

"And," said Bill to Lauren, "we agreed that it's fine to use subtle means to try to persuade them towards the places on your cards, but if they get wind of what we're doing as a result of someone's actions or words, then that person forfeits their stake and has to clear the table after Sunday dinner for the whole of next year."

"Which I still say has given Fleur, Penelope and Angelina an advantage," Ginny joked. "Mainly because those three actually know what subtlety means! We Weasleys have to tread much more carefully there!"

"I've already announced that whoever has my cabin at the sanctuary in their hand is welcome to bribe me to give them a weekend away," Charlie explained to Lauren. "Especially now it'll be empty more often..." Fleur raised her eyebrows at Bill; she held that card, and had already decided that this might be worth a few roast dinners, depending on what Charlie's price would be.

At that, several people got their cards out of their pockets and began asking George and Ginny questions, knowing that the two of them had the best inside knowledge of what was happening with their two newlyweds. The chatter was friendly and Charlie took the time to explain more about Hermione and Fred's story to Lauren, who again expressed her surprise and dismay at the fact that they had felt they had no choice but to wed. She was somewhat reassured when Charlie pointed out the depth of the love they had always had for each other, but it was a tricky one for her to understand.

At that point, Ginny joined in, confirming that they were sickeningly happy and that it really was only a case of speeding up something that would have happened anyway in time. Lauren was really happy to be finally having a proper conversation with the youngest Weasley. Ginny began to tell Lauren stories of the two of them at school, explaining how they had always bantered with each other. It was clear, she told Lauren, that Fred and Hermione had liked each other, even though more people at the time were picking that it would be Hermione and Ron. "But the way Fred's eyes would light up when she told him off," Ginny laughed, "and hers would always get this sparkle when he came near. I'm just so happy for them that they got pushed into things sooner rather than later. They're both a bit stubborn, so I don't know if either of them would have made the first move otherwise. As it was, it took George's intervention to push him…"

Lauren looked at George, who was smiling. "He had denied it for years, but he knew I knew." He shrugged. "We can't hide things like that from each other. Only if we close our connection down, like if we go to the quidditch pitch for a shag." His laugh was loud and infectious.

Fred and Hermione weren't on the quidditch pitch though. As soon as they were out of sight, Fred had taken Hermione's hand, seeking permission through the bond and, as she gave it with a smile, he apparated them into his and George's old bedroom. Fred turned to face his wife, cast a couple of privacy and silencing spells and then led her to his bed with a smile.

"Long-held fantasy of a teenage boy, love, is this OK?"

Hermione reached for his waist with her hands. "Tell me how it goes, and we'll make it come true…"

Fred's face lit up. "Really?"

Hermione laughed and nodded. "It can't be that extreme, surely, if you were a teenager at the time?"

Fred leaned down to kiss her. "It was very tame, love. I would be lying in my bed, and Georgie would be somewhere else, of course. Not that he was often somewhere else when I was in here, but this is a fantasy, you understand? And you would come down from Ginny's room and knock on the door and ask to come in because you couldn't sleep or had a nightmare or something. This was," he hastened to add, with an apologetic expression, "before we all knew what nightmares really were."

Hermione patted him in reassurance. "I know. So you're in bed … go on then…" She pushed him towards his bed. "And you should maybe get naked…"

Fred felt himself begin to get hard from the realisation that she was about to make his favourite teenage fantasy come true. Quickly, he threw off his clothes and dived under the covers.

"I assume I'm in my pyjamas in this fantasy?" Hermione asked, transfiguring her clothes into a skimpy pyjama top and shorts, similar to those that she had worn a few years back. Fred gulped, swore and nodded. "So what happens after I knock?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I notice that you're shivering with cold, and invite you to get into my bed, just to talk but, once you get under the covers with me, and by the way this is the working of my fifteen-year-old mind, so don't expect subtlety!"

Hermione chuckled, leaning against the door. "Just tell me, Fred! I can't make your dream come true if you don't…"

"Well that's about it for plot, love. Once you get in, you can't hide your attraction for me and it moves pretty quickly from there…"

"Alright." With a few waves of her wand, Hermione closed the curtains, made the room dark and stepped outside, closing the door. She added her own privacy spells, aware that Molly was settling Elliot in for a nap just a floor away and gave Fred a couple of minutes to anticipate what was going to happen before she softly knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in," Fred called. Hermione entered the room, slowly and carefully closing the door behind her, giving Fred a good view of her bottom in her sleep shorts. She turned to face him only after she had closed the door, and was surprised at how much the scene turned her on. Fred hadn't been the only one who had harboured this kind of fantasy as a teenager. "Are you OK?" he asked her.

"I thought I heard you up. I can't sleep, Fred," she told him in a whisper. "Not sure why. Just needed some company and I thought you might be awake."

"Come here, love," Fred said, patting his bed. He scooted backwards, towards the wall. Hermione walked over and sat on the bed, her hips not far from his. Fred lifted his hand out from under the covers and touched her arm. "You're freezing!" he exclaimed. "Come on, get in, under the covers. It's too cold out there."

Looking at him from under her eyelashes, Hermione did as he suggested, ensuring that she flashed him a peek of her breasts down her pyjama top as she did so. That would have blown his fifteen-year old mind, she thought to herself. He wrapped his arms around her. "This OK?" he said.

It was more than OK. Hermione was unbelievably turned on. If it was up to her, she would have jumped him then and there. But she wanted him to be able to have this play out in his own way.

"Mmmmm, yes," she said. Then, in a quieter voice, "though actually, I'm feeling a bit … I'm experiencing some strange sensations now I'm next to you, Fred." She tried to look shy, as she imagined she might have done if this had really happened a few years prior.

"Oh really?" His voice was husky with need. "Where are your strange sensations, love? Maybe I could help you feel better?"

"Here," she took his right hand and placed it on her breast. "And between my legs…" she trailed off, looking into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Oh fuck, love," he said, his hand dipping into her pyjama bottoms to feel for himself. "I'm so turned on … can't wait…"

"Me too … just let me get these off and then fuck me, please," she said. And he did, banishing her shorts to the floor and climbing on top of her, just as he had done in his dreams, with all the enthusiasm and passion that his fifteen-year old self had for Hermione. They moaned together, until Fred was unable to hold back his orgasm and came loudly. Realising that Hermione hadn't got there yet, he reached his hand down between them and rubbed her in soft circles with the pad of his thumb, whispering more of his teenage fantasies into her ear as he did. She wasn't long behind him and, once she was completely spent, they cuddled for a few minutes before dressing and turning their clothes back to normal so that they were decent for their return to the garden. Rather than apparate back and pretend that they had come from the same direction, they simply walked downstairs and out of the front door of The Burrow.

"Oh," Harry said, as he spotted a slightly tousled Hermione walking back across the grass just ahead of Fred, who sported a half-untucked shirt and his usual grin. Quickly, the bingo cards were scooped up into handbags and pockets.

"Not the quidditch pitch, then?" That was Charlie, who looked at George. "Can you pick the location up from the twin bond?" He knew that every room in The Burrow was listed on the cards, along with several cupboards, the attic and the roof. And between them, the Weasleys and their other halves had come up with quite a few possible garden-based locations as well.

"Don't need a bond to know that; look at his smug face! That's the face of someone who's just had their teenage wet dream come true. He took her to our old bedroom." Ginny couldn't hide a smug look of her own; that was one of her locations. Now, if she could just get them to try the pantry, she would be well ahead of Harry. "Hello! Good walk, you two?" George never even tried to keep a straight face; they know full well that the shutting down of the twin bond keyed him in every time and, on this occasion, they had openly negotiated their alone time with him.

"Lovely, thank you," said Hermione, winking at her self-appointed husband-in-law and feeling far less bothered about whether anyone knew of their passion for each other than she might once have been. "I'm thirsty now, after my exercise. Is there any more tea in the pot, or shall I put the kettle on again?"

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