A/N- Oh my Lordy, so I hope that the wedding met everyone's approval? At least to some degree? That last chapter took me two and half days to write in between all the craziness of my life. Physical therapy and Dr appts are pretty prominent in my routine now so...anyways, enough whining. This is going to be the only honeymoon chapter, and it's just kind of a filler. Sorry if y'all were expecting more than that!

Disclaimer: I own Christine Weasley but that's it. I only wish I owned Harry Potter so I could be rich and devote my whole day to writing...

Chapter 54

January 21, 1999

The cool air kissed Hermione's bare shoulder as rolled over to snuggle deeper into Fred's chest. A shiver ran down her spine, causing Fred to tighten his hold on her curvy form. Feeling the draft, he pulled the blanket back up around them and pressed a kiss to her temple. Hermione savored the warmth of Fred's arms and the feeling of safety she felt when he held her close.

Hermione had almost drifted off to sleep when she felt Fred's arms tighten on her shoulders again and his hand started to stroke her hair. Hermione sighed quietly, eyes fluttering open. Fred gave her a smile before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes and smiled.

Leaning forward, she trailed kisses along Fred's jaw, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from him. Hermione reached her hand up out of the blanket and threaded her fingers through his silky copper strands. When she gave them a sharp tug, bringing his face flush with hers, his eyes came open and were burning with desire.

Hermione's lips met his, marveling in how soft they were despite being slightly chapped from the wind the day before. When she opened her mouth, she surrendered control of the kiss to Fred. He gladly dominated her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth and yielded nothing. When Fred pulled away for air, Hermione found herself breathless with his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck.

Fred tugged her hair, tipping her head upward, opening her neck to his wandering mouth. He left a wet trail along her jawline and then to her collarbone. Sucking greedily at her pulse point made her core suddenly wet. His fingers were trailing down the front of her, palming her breasts.

When her nipples hardened, he let her hair loose. He captured one of her rosebud tips with his mouth. making her moan his name softly. Hermione's hands clutched the back of his head, holding it to her breast. His tongue teased and flicked the sensitive tips, drawing a deeper moan from her swollen lips.

Hermione reluctantly let go of his head when he released her breast. His mouth once again took possession of hers, her hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back and shoulders. She felt his body shift and gasped into his kiss when his finger brushed the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

When Hermione felt Fred work two fingers inside her, she gasped loudly. After he moved his body downward, she felt wet warmth on her folds. Her fingers once again twisted into his hair, guiding him where his tongue felt best.

As his tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, Hermione could feel heat pooling in her womb. When she was on the verge of release, her back arched and head was thrown back in ecstasy. Fred didn't relent, but let the wave of pleasure roll over her and then roll over her again. When her quaking slowed and became random shivers, Fred ran his tongue deep inside her, lapping up the juices he caused to run free from her.

Once her breathing slowed, Hermione realized that Fred had migrated from between her legs back up to her head. She didn't blanch when he kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her pleasure between them. Wetness appeared once again when Fred nibbled his way down her throat to her pulse point.

Hermione didn't see it coming. Fred had positioned himself between her legs while he was distracting her with her throat and kept her that way as he buried himself to the hilt in her in one swift motion. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, causing a satisfied smile to break out on Fred's face.

She was becoming very frustrated. Fred wouldn't keep a pace long enough to even think about reaching her peak. Determined to get her way, she used all her strength to try to roll Fred to the side so she could take over the position on top. This plan was in vain, however. Fred easily resisted her efforts with a laugh at her frustrated groan.

Hermione realized she would have to let him have his way. As Fred pumped in and out of her slowly, she removed her hand from his back and put it between her legs, petting herself at a fair speed. She could feel herself getting more excited. When Fred realized that she was masturbating, he grabbed her arm and slid it down to her wrist, pulling her hand back out from in between them. Grasping both hands, he pinned them above her head, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Hermione wanted to cry when Fred slowed down even more. He was still refusing to let her hands go, although now he was suckling her neck again. When he finally saw the actual tears of frustration, Fred relented and sped up his pace, moving at what some would compare to a trot. At this concession, Hermione was grateful. She lifted her hips each time to meet his thrust.

Fred held both her wrists in one hand trailed the other hand down the delicate skin of her inner arm, to her arm pit. His mouth went to her ear, where he began whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist when he began to pound into her. She urged him on, but by this time he didn't need it.

Hermione could feel her desire pooling in her abdomen once again. She begged Fred not to stop, but he had no plans to. After a few moments more of his brutal thrusting, Hermione felt herself reach the breaking point. Her back arched and her head was thrown back in the heat of the moment. She struggled to free her hands from Fred's grasp so she could wrap them around his neck. When he didn't free them, her hips bucked against his and she began moaning his name loudly. She felt him stiffen inside her and he plunged into her five or six more times while moaning her name in her ear.

Fred released her hands once they were both spent, but Hermione still ran them through his sweaty, copper strands. When he summoned the energy to move to the side of her, she shot him a dirty look.

"That was horribly mean, Freddie, not letting me use my hands at all like that. I wanted to do some things for you, you know?" Fred stroked her cheek with a small grin on his face.

"Mia, this was for you. Charlie said it makes everything more intense for the woman if she can't touch you while you're making love. I think by your actions, he was right. And don't worry, there will plenty other opportunities for you to 'do some things' for me. She gave him a pouty look but couldn't manage to keep it on her face long with the look he was giving her. Rolling towards him, she proposed an idea.

"How about we go take a shower together before we go see the Statue of Liberty and Central Park?" Fred nodded appreciatively.

"That sounds amazing."The newlywed couple removed themselves from bed, even though it was noon, and headed for the spacious shower, housed in the bathroom, which also housed a jacuzzi tub, a long counter, and two sinks.

After setting the water temperature and getting in, Fred and Hermione began washing each other. Hermione loved the way that Fred washed her hair, and he loved the way she massaged his shoulders while she washed his back. Once they were both washed and they were simply enjoying the hot water on their skin, Hermione pushed Fred against the wall of the shower. He looked at her, once again, with desire in his eyes and water cascading down his down his body.

Hermione pressed herself against him, kissing him deeply. When she broke the kiss for air, she slid down his body until she was kneeling on the floor of the shower. Pressing kisses up his inner thigh, he closed his eyes and started to breathe heavily.

Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, Hermione sucked one of Fred's balls into her mouth. She rolled it around gently with her tongue and he grasped at the wall in the shower, looking for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. When she released his ball, she ran her tongue along the bottom side if his cock. A groan escaped his lips as she reached the sensitive head.

Hermione took his cock in her mouth, first just the tip of it, teasing him. Then an inch more, and an inch more, the whole while, working it with her tongue. Once Fred's whole member was in her mouth, Hermione was working it in and out, up and down. Fred's hand went to her hair to help guide her, but she waved her wand and his hands were bound to the wall above him.

Groaning at his incapacitation, Fred was now begging for release, but Hermione toyed with him, teasing him with her mouth and hands. When finally she decided to give in to his begging, she took all she could of him in her mouth and swirled him around, while pulling in and out. The remaining length she pumped with her hand, giving it a small squeeze as she did so.

When he finally came deep in her throat, she didn't taste it in her throat but rather felt it. It was warm compared to her mouth, but the slimy salty feel of it was gone in a said his name three times to get his attention before releasing his bonds, not wanting to drop him on the ground. When he finally turned his attention on her, he gave her a smirk.

"Now you know, Mrs. Weasley, I'm going to have to pay you back for that. This morning was a gift to you, not meant to be repaid. " Her lilting laugh filled the bathroom.

"I don't think so. I had already planned on doing that but you wouldn't let me use my hands this morning." He chuckled.

"Well I guess we'll just have to see who wins out in the end, won't we?"

The pair got out of the water and dried off, Fred dressing for the day while Hermione dried and charmed her hair. Once her makeup was applied, she dressed in a simple pair of jeans with a bright blue jumper. The pair headed downstairs to eat a late lunch, but was afraid that their hotel wouldn't serve anything at the moment. After confirming that the hotel restaurant was closed til dinner, Fred and Hermione headed out into the city to sightsee and grab something to eat from street vendors.

The air was cold as they strolled to the nearest bus station, hand in hand, taking in the scenery. America was a sight that Hermione never thought she would get to see, let alone visit on her honeymoon. A few people had stopped she and Fred and commented on their accent, wanting to know where they were from and what life was like in Britain. They hadn't met anyone magical, but she didn't figure they would. Surely the Americans had rules as far as secrecy went, the same as Britain.

Getting off the bus near the Statue of Liberty, Fred grabbed her hand and drug her to a vendor on the side of the road.

"Come on, Mia, I'm starving. Let's get some food." Rolling her eyes, she allowed him to continue to drag her to the closest stand.

They stood there for a moment studying the menu. There were things on the menu that they had never heard of. Fred gave her a questioning look, causing her to shrug. Hermione wrapped her arm around waist.

"Guess we just try whatever sounds good and hope we like it." He gave her a grin and nodded. They stepped forward and Fred began to order.

"I'd like a cheeseburger with everything on it, an order of chili cheese tator tots, and a large Mountain Dew." Hermione stepped forward and started to order. "I would like a chili cheese hot dog, an order of onion rings, and a medium Dr. Pepper."

The man helped them with the money, realizing they were from another country, and fixed their food for them. Fred was instantly impressed with his cheeseburger. Hermione took a tiny bite of it, also finding it delicious. Both tasted Hermione's chili cheese hot dog and found it good as well. Fred wasn't crazy about Hermione's onion rings but she adored the whole meal.

After they were full, they followed the path up to the viewpoint to see the Statue from a distance. Hermione took many pictures, knowing she would want to decorate her new home with some of these amazing photos.

Once they had made their way back down to the main road, they caught the bus again, this time headed for Central Park. While they were on the bus, it started snowing, making Hermione glad that she had worn her hat and scarf.

When they were dropped off, Hermione was astounded at the size and beauty of the Park. It wasn't very crowded, which Hermione attributed to the cold and snowy weather. They strolled, hand in hand, up and down the footpaths, casting warming spells when the chilly air began to get to them.

The pair stopped by a frozen lake where couples were ice skating together, hand in hand. Seeing this brought back memories for Hermione, of skating at the lake near her home with her parents. Suddenly, Hermione had the greatest urge to ice skate. She pulled Fred to a stop.

"Will you skate with me? I haven't done it since I was little, with my parents, but I want to now." Fred looked at her uncertainly .

"I don't know, Mia. I've never ice skated before in my life. Plus we'd have to transfigure our shoes into ice skates. Can you do that without anybody seeing?" Hermione nodded energetically.

She removed her wand from the inside pocket of her coat and transfigured Fred's boots first, then pointed her wand at her own shoes, changing hers as well. When none of the other skaters were watching, she pointed her wand at the frozen lake and uttered an incantation, making sure it was good and frozen.

Within moments of being back on the ice, Hermione was flat on her back. It was obvious she was out of practice. As she crawled back up to her feet,realizing that her pride was a little hurt, she took off a little more cautiously and made a lap around the lake. The more she skated,the better she got, she was doing spins and jumps, just like when she was a child.

Fred still had not made it out on the ice in his skates, and to be honest, he had no urges to . He loved that Hermione was enjoying it, and that she was good at it as well, but he didn't want to break his leg on his honeymoon. He took a few pictures of her in a spin and one of her in the air.

When she finally tired of skating, she dropped on the bench nearest the lake. The snowflakes were sticking in her hair, white on dark. Her cheeks were rosy apples. She transfigured her skates back into shoes, Fred following suit. When they were both ready to walk again, they took off down more footpaths.

When the warming spells were no longer effective, Fred and Hermione headed for a road that lead to a bus stop. When they boarded the bus, Hermione was shaking with cold. Fred wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, trying to keep her warm.

Once they reached the hotel, the newlyweds stripped their clothes and climbed in the shower, letting the hot water run over their flesh. They stayed in the shower until the bathroom was full of steam, then climbed out and dressed for dinner in the hotel restaurant.

Fred emerged wearing a pair of khakis and a button up shirt while Hermione wore a pleated skirt that almost hit her knees with a soft sweater with three quarter sleeves. They rode the elevator down and found a seat at a private table.

The pair looked at the menu, scanning the items listed. After ordering wine, Hermione ordered rack of lamb and Fred ordered a porterhouse steak. Points of interest that they still wanted to visit were discussed, along with places they had already been. Their food arrived quickly, which surprised Hermione as the restaurant was busy that night.

The pair sampled each others food, as they had the whole trip so far. They each liked the others choice, but preferred their own food. Once they were finished eating, they declined dessert, but opted to take their bottle of wine with them up to their room.

When Fred realized that he had Hermione in the elevator alone, he pressed her up against the wall and caged her against his chest. She reached up with her one free hand (the other was holding the wine) and twisted it in his hair. Pulling down on it gently, she brought his mouth to hers. Fred knew that he couldn't keep his hands off her once this happened.

He absolutely loved it when she had her hands in his hair. There was no way he would admit that to anybody but her; his brothers, even George, would tease him ruthlessly for that little fact about him. His hands relinquished the cage, one traveling to her face to cup the satiny soft skin of her cheek, the other trailing down her curves, all the way to her knee. It seemed instinct when her leg came up to rest in his hand, her skirt now riding up along her waist.

Hermione's tongue was exploring his mouth and it made him hard. The fact that her skirt was around her waist and she was trying to wrap her leg around his waist wasn't making it easy for him to keep from taking her right there in the very public elevator. He groaned aloud when she nipped his bottom lip and then began to trail kisses along his jaw.

A sharp ding from the elevator went off and the doors opened wide.

An elderly couple waited at their floor to board the elevator as they were vacating. Hermione was bright red and couldn't manage to speak a word to them. Fred was pleasant to them, despite the knowing glances they shot towards them, but he was still glad he managed to right himself and his wife before the doors had completely opened.

They walked hand in hand to their room, Hermione marinating in shame at being caught, Fred simply laughing it off. Once safely inside their room, Fred took the wine from Hermione and poured them both a glass. She downed hers in three gulps. Giving her a wide smile, he refilled it for her and set it on the table by their bed.

Fred shrugged out of his shirt when he felt her small hands on his chest. He reached down and grabbed her hands, bringing them to his mouth, kissing each finger individually. Hermione ran her hands up his chest, up his neck, and back into his hair. She gave him a sultry grin.

"I love your hair, Freddie. I love to have my hands in it, to pull it, to feel how soft it is, to smell how good it smells compared to mine. Yes, I know, I'm not normal. I could never tell anybody but you though." He gave her a guilty grin in return.

"I was just thinking earlier that I love it when you mess with my hair, no matter what you do with it. It's such a turn on. I could never tell anyone but you though. All my brothers, even George, would take the mickey out of me, they'd never stop!" She gave him another smile before she yanked his hair to bring his face down to hers for a kiss.

"You're completely right about that one. They'd never let you live it down. It can be our little secret." The kiss they shared after that was long and passionate, this time Fred in control of the kiss, even though her hands were threaded through his copper strands.

He broke apart from her and pushed her sweater up and over her head. Fred couldn't help but stare at her perfect breasts when he removed her bra, freeing her silken mounds from their cotton prison. While he was busy staring at her perfection, she slithered out of her skirt and panties, now standing before him completely nude.

Fred stepped toward her and wrapped his own hand in her curls and kissed her. She allowed him entrance, his tongue exploring her mouth for an undetermined amount of time. Using his fist in her curls, his tongue traced the contours of her jaw, her ear, her neck. When he reached her pulse point, he nibbled it gently, knowing it never failed to turn her on.

Fred enjoyed the moans he drew from her. She was the most responsive woman he had ever been with, the best lay he had ever had. There wasn't a thing he didn't enjoy doing with her.

He had thrown her on the bed and attacked her rosy nipples. At first, he flicked them with his tongue and sucked them gently. His thumb and forefinger teased the one not in his mouth. Both her hands wound in his hair and her moans were clearly his name. As she tugged hard on his hair, he sucked harder on her nipple. When he released it from his mouth, he blew air on it, the cold making it stand up even more. He gave the same treatment to the other side, getting the same reaction from his wife.

Fred didn't need to go down on his wife to make sure she was properly lubricated. He could see little dribbles reflecting when the light hit it just right. It made him want to bury his face between her legs and stick his tongue deep inside her, taste the sweet juices that only she could make. But for what he wanted to do, she would need her own juices, not his saliva.

He reached down and rubbed his forefinger on her clit, back and forth, for a minute or two. Impatient, she reached down with own fingers, prepared to use them inside herself. Fred grabbed her hand before she could carry out her plan. She huffed in anger, which only caused him to smile.

"Just be patient, love. I need all your natural juices for what I have planned." She rolled her eyes but let it go, trusting him completely.

When her clit had become enlarged and extra sensitive, Hermione was clutching at the sheets as she neared her orgasm. Fred watched her face as she peaked. Back arched, head thrown back, hands in fists,clutching the sheets, eyes squeezed shut tighyly.

While Hermione recovered, Fred shimmied out of his pants and boxers. Even though she was still panting, Fred didn't want her to recover all the way.

"Roll over, Mia." She looked at him like he was mad.

"What? What do you mean?" Fred started to help her by grabbing her by the hips and turning her over.

"Roll over, Mia. Just roll over. You'll like it, I promise." Hermione helped him turn her over and when he put a hand over her stomach and pulled upward, she understood that he wanted her in a doggie style position.

Positioning himself behind her, Fred entered her in one sure stroke that left her gasping for air. This gave him a certain amount of pleasure that he could pleasure his wife to the point of gasping for air.

He knew that this kind of thing was just a small portion of the things that she liked. Going at a steady pace, he moved in and out of her She threw her head back in obvious pleasure. Fred snatched a handfull of her curls, forcing her to knees, thought that it felt amazing, her hands in his hair, their position for lovemaking, the feel of her velvety walls clenching down on his cock as she once again reached an orgasm. When she was groaning his name, nobody elses, his name, it fueled his own orgasm. He thrust three more times, deep and hard, inside her, then shuddered as he exploded deep within her.

Fred didn't pull out of her, instead they both lay on the bed together and talked a little of what they liked in bed, what they hated, and before they realized it, Fred's member had shrunk enough to pull out. Fred eased out of Hermione, not wanting to cause her pain.

Hermione was yawning already, as was Fred, and he was not opposed to calling it an early night. Fred climbed on the bed behind Hermione, putting her head on his arm so she could use it as a pillow and threw an arm around her waist protectively. She snuggled into his chest, grateful for the warmth. Fred pulled the blanket up over them, making sure his heat was wrapped around his wife. Her eyes were already closed, her face with a smile on it. He knew marriage wouldn't always be this easy but if it was close, they wouldn't have any ploblems.

Ok, guys, that was the one and only honey moon chapter...hope you liked it! Anyways you know what to do...lemme know what you think! Five or six reviews and I'll give ya the next chapter. Be patient, I'm typing these chapters on my phone (: love you guys!