A.N.: There is smut ahead. If you do not like this, you can just skip to the next chapter. There's nothing but smut here for you to find.

This chapter was betaed by lilvictoire. Thank you for your help, my friend.

Chapter 7: … makes me want you even more

Hermione Weasley was fucking gorgeous. Fred had known so for years but he swore, right now, with her eyes all glassy and her cheeks pink with arousal, she was the most stunning he'd ever seen her. They still had a few more days until there was no more delaying things, but right now Fred felt like he couldn't even wait one more hour to make his wife finally and truly his. And when she kissed him like this, her body pressing against him while her hands roamed his back, he allowed himself to hope that she felt the same.

"Fred."

One word was all that was needed to pull him out of his bubble, making him snap back into reality. His name had been barely audible, really more of a sigh, but he'd heard it anyway.

"What is it, love?" he asked, his eyes looking at her searchingly. "Should we slow down?"

He hoped not.

"No," she whispered, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile. "I just felt like saying your name. I… I like what we're doing."

The relief was probably showing on his face, even though Hermione did not comment. All she did was stare at him with huge, caramel-brown eyes, the expression behind them going right to his heart.

"Good," he murmured, sealing her mouth with another, hungry kiss. She was so full of trust, full of feelings that it made his heart clench with… What was it that he was feeling?

He had no chance to analyze it though, he was suddenly distracted by her hands again and her lips… Godric her lips. They were all over his chest, each kiss leaving a little pool of heat behind that just would not go away, even though she had long since moved somewhere else. Soon, he felt like his chest was on fire, his heart thudding heavily against his ribcage. He didn't know if she had any idea what she was doing to him, but this… this felt like heaven and hell at the same time. He knew he had to be careful, slow… but the more his arousal grew, the more difficult it became for him to hold back. Soon, he had his hands clenched into the bedsheet, his forehead hot and sweaty while probably most of his blood had rushed south. Hell, if she went on like this, this would be over before they'd even really got started. But no, he would not embarrass himself by spilling into his pants like a ruddy teenager.

"Hermione," he gasped, his breath coming out as a wheeze. "Could you… could you give me a minute?" He asked, his cheeks growing hot.

His wife blinked at him owlishly. "Was I… was this too much? Too forward?" she asked, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.

He shook his head with a chuckle. "No, Merlin no. I was just getting a little over-excited, that's all. Let me just cool down a little, yeah?"

Hermione nodded, her teeth worrying her lip. Seeing her like this made him want to kiss her so badly and after a moment Fred gave in and pulled her close. He poured all his hunger and the passion that was raging through his body, hoping to make her realize what she did to him. It was a risky game, but he wanted her to know, and somehow it was the right thing to do. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers tugging at his hair with an urge that told him she wanted this too - wanted him - and he'd be damned if he didn't give her what they both desired. His hands travelled her body, mapping each curve through touch. Her skin was so smooth and when he brushed his thumbs against the sides of her breasts she gasped into his mouth, her body shivering against him. He remained below her, giving her the chance to pull away from him whenever she wanted, but she stayed, her body starting to squirm above him the bolder he got. Fred registered it with satisfaction, noting every spot that made her whimper or moan. He could feel himself getting addicted to those sounds and he wanted to be able to reproduce them… now and tomorrow and next year… wow, he was completely smitten, wasn't he?

His attention shifted south because suddenly he felt her move, her hips pushed forward, brushing his hard cock. At first he thought it had been an accident, but then she did it again and again, and Fred felt his mind go blank. Gods, he wanted her so badly and maybe…

"Would you like me to remove these annoying bits of clothing?" he asked, his voice light. Then he waited, holding his breath.

At first she blinked, her lips opening, but finally she nodded, smiling. "I would like that, yeah."

Fred smiled, his hands moving to her pyjama pants, hooking his thumbs through the waistband before pulling them down, taking her knickers with them. She watched him, her pupils blown with arousal, lips swollen from their kisses. It was the most enchanting he'd ever seen her and when he exposed the rest of her he felt his mouth go dry with anticipation. Merlin, she was perfect.

Soon his boxers joined her clothes on the floor as he shed them with a smile, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed them down. He saw her gaze flicker downward for a moment, her eyes going wide as she took him in, her cheeks growing hot as he watched her staring.

"Sorry, I uhm…" she broke off.

Fred shook his head, carefully taking her hand, linking their fingers. "You can look all you want, Hermione. I'm yours now and if you feel like exploring…" He motioned at his body. "Go on. I won't bolt, or bite." He winked at her.

Hermione nodded, her body shifting closer as her eyes raked over him, wide and curious. For a moment they halted on his thigh, studying the scar he'd caught from a run-in with a Death Eater during the war but she did not comment, her eyes continuing their exploration instead. He could not have said how long he laid there, bare and exposed, his heart pounding as he studied her, took in the perfect curve of her breasts and hips. Time seemed to trickle by slowly, but for all it mattered every passing second just made his excitement grow until he couldn't hold back any longer and reached for her, brushing his hand against her knee.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice hoarser than he had expected. "Because I definitely do. Merlin woman, you're beautiful." He felt like he repeated himself, but he didn't care. He wanted her to know he meant it and going by the little smile tugging on her lips, she got the message.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

He grinned. "By all means, I'd love it if you did." It was the truth. He could not wait for those fingers to return to his skin, his skin prickling before her fingers brushed over his hip bone, moving south. His heart stuttered as they finally touched his cock, her touch light but still enough to make his breath hitch. This was really happening, he thought, as her fingers carefully wrapped around him, squeezing him experimentally before they started to move, Hermione's eyes studied him like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. He could not blame her, he couldn't take his eyes off her either, his fingers trembling as he finally reached for her, pulling her closer.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, have you?" he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek before he kissed her, sucking at her bottom lip. "Those clever little hands and those perfect, perfect lips… You're undoing me, making me want to…"

He broke off, reminding himself not to pressure her.

But she didn't let it go, she studied his face with glassy eyes. "Do it," she said, all hesitation gone from her voice. "Whatever it is…"

His breath hitched as he caught the meaning of her words. Then his body started to move, his eyes locking with hers as he kissed her, turning them over until she was on her back, her hair fanned out on his pillow like a halo. He would worship her, he swore, as he covered her chest in kisses, murmuring sweet words of endearment as his fingers caressed, explored. Finally, he reached her center, his fingers raking through the short, curly hair, parting her folds with practised ease. She was already wet for him, Fred noted, but he was determined to go slowly, making sure she was ready and sated before he buried himself in her.

He let his instincts take over, his mouth distracting her with kisses as his fingers caressed her until she moaned his name with growing urgency. Only then he dipped his fingers into her, one, two, carefully moving in and out, winding her further up, stretching her.

"Fred," she gasped, her body tightening, her eyes springing open. "I'm… I'm…"

"It's alright," he soothed, his heart singing with excitement. "Let go, love. I want to give this to you."

And she did. It was only a moment until her eyes closed again, her head tipping backwards as she cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. Fred held her as she wound down from her heights, her body shuddering as her eyes opened, staring at him full of emotion.

"Fred, I… that was…"

He smiled at her lovingly. Then he kissed her, with as much tenderness as he could muster. "You're fucking gorgeous when you come undone."

She stared at him with wide eyes. "You think so?"

"Absolutely. I could ravish you here and now," he admitted, his eyes burning into her.

She blinked and suddenly she kissed him, fingers raking down his back with nails and everything. She was winding him up and Fred gasped, his skin tingling as the tension in his body built. "Then ravish me," she whispered, underlining her words with kisses, her hands travelling lower … lower … oh.

"You sure?" he asked, his words accompanied by a moan. Pulling away now would be torture, but he'd do it, if he'd had to.

"I'm sure."

She looked at him with those eyes, amber pools swirling with trust and desire. He choked out a laugh, as relief flooded him. Then he kissed her, his hands roaming her body as he carefully aligned himself against her entrance. At first he did not move, his hands distracting her until she relaxed into the mattress, her breath quickening in his mouth. Then, when he couldn't wait any longer he pushed forward, agonizingly slow, while he watched her eyes fly open and listened to her gasp of surprise.

"You okay?" he asked, halting his movements.

"Yeah," she breathed. "Don't worry about me."

But he did. Fred wanted this to be good for her, or at least he did not want to hurt her any more than he absolutely had to. He nodded, pushing forward again, stretching her slowly but steadily until he was completely buried inside her. There was no gasp of pain, so sound, just her eyes that focussed him with a gaze that seemed to burn into him. Merlin, she was so tight, he was buried inside her being as close to her as he ever could. And he loved it.

Slowly he began to move, taking as much weight from her as he could, his fingers dancing over her as the pressure inside him built. It was not long until every coherent thought left him, substituted by instinct and wanting as his body seemed to move on its own. Fred lost every sense of time, her gasps and moans filling his ears and heart as his movements grew frantic, her name tumbling from his lips like a prayer. Then he felt it, her body tightening around him as she moaned his name and he lost himself, the tension erupting as he spilled himself into her.

Time seemed to stand still, Fred's ears ringing for a moment until his muscles slackened, unwilling to support his weight any longer. He tumbled forward, his body covering her like a heavy blanket while he gasped for air, once, twice, before he propped himself up, lying down next to her.

He was lost for words, but so was she and so he just stared at her, trying to convey his feelings through his eyes. She smiled, before she leaned into him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. They had done it, now they were truly husband and wife and Fred could his heart feel contracting with happiness. He'd never grow tired of this, of her, because it was like every kiss and every single touch made him want her even more.