A long awaited continuation of this because i completely forgot i had ao3 and have been working ever since.
Following the incident of the potion, thing get just a bit heated *wink wink*
Edit: I hadn't realised I completely forgot to put this on . Its been up on ao3 for agessss but I'm so sorry I've just disappeared without any warning.
Following that night, Hermione found it difficult to concentrate. The only thing that kept replaying in her mind was the image of Fred eating that mango, but instead of the mango, it was her and the heat followed; and it was relentless at letting itself be replayed with increasing detail at every playback.
She felt the throbbing all day as her body reacted to her overly-vivid dreams and imagination. Every part of her body and skin felt sensitive to the touch, burns and tingles intensified everything to the point that Hermione had to take the day off entirely from work after Harry had touched her shoulder and the images of her dreams blasted her back to a reality on the verge of imaginary bliss. Every nerve in her body thrummed at the contact and she had to excuse herself and call for a sick day, much to Harry's confusion. She'd gone straight home afterwards, in order to avoid any possible embarrassing events.
And that's where she encountered George.
He was standing near the Floo, arms crossed in a way she'd only ever seen Molly do, along with a deep frown on his face and that look that told warned her of a possible interrogation. She had to force away any lingering thought of the heat that blazed her skin and the tingles that feathered through her every nerve in order to be able to concentrate on George.
'Play it cool, he doesn't know…' She thought to herself as she looked attentively to George.
"Why have you and Fred both been acting weird?" He immediately asked, leaving no room for distractions or side conversations. She was immediately taken aback by his no-nonsense tone.
'I guess we're going right in then… ' The voice inside her head grumbled. "I don't know what you're talking about." She claimed, half truthfully. 'I didn't know Fred was acting oddly… ' She wondered about his behaviour if he too was having odd symptoms from the potion splatter. Was it the same as hers? Was it entirely different or just similar? Maybe she ought to ask him herself directly.
"-ing that if you're hiding something that you-"
Hermione snapped back to reality from her thought process and focused back on George. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?"
This blunder caused him to sigh in frustration before muttering curses and frowning. "This is exactly whatIi've been saying! You're both acting oddly!"
"Oddly how?" She played dumb, hoping that she may be able to pull information from the younger twin who she hoped wouldn't see through her act.
"I saw you at the picnic. You gave Fred that look, Fleur did too and so did Angelina." He said, his teeth gritting lightly as his voice raised a bit. He took a deep breath and uncrossed his arms. "I'm just saying, things are getting weirder and weirder since that explosion in the backroom."
"Well I have no idea what you're talking abo-"
"And the tension is maddening." He added in rather quickly. Hermione sputtered at the comment, clearly taken off guard by such a thing, though not entirely a surprise because she had expected this sometime but she just didn't know when. "I'm just saying, please bone." And with that, he reached into his pocket and hastily pulled out a pouch and threw powder into the floo and disappeared without any more words.
Left in the silence, Hermione's senses quickly took the presence of the heat that emanated from her thighs that had somehow molded together with her stomach and thighs, though this time it had mixed into her navel, causing her to groan in frustration.
'I guess it's up to my imagination then…' She thought grimly as she left for her room to take care of herself. The problem clearly wasn't going away by ignoring it and it clearly demanded attention or else it would only get worse.
Meanwhile back at the flat, George had given a similarly familiar speech to his brother and it had ended with the almost the same thing. "I've seen how you both look at each other behind your backs and all I'm saying is, please, for the love of all things magical, just bone, please." George finished.
"I'm not having sex with Hermione just because you think you know what you saw!"
"But I do know what I saw!"
Fred sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "If I go over, will you leave me alone about this?"
"Yes" There was no hesitation from George, which made Fred sigh even louder than the last time and he decided that he would stop by quickly, say hi, and come back just to get his brother off his back. He shot the middle finger to his brother as he floo'ed out and into Hermione's home.
Stepping into her living room, he quickly took note of the hastily discarded bag on the ground and the cloak just thrown on the sofa. It seems odd to him, seeing as everything else was so meticulously clean, yet these were just thrown. Hermione was a very organised person most times he came over, so naturally he wondered what that was about.
He wandered around a bit, clearly confused as to where Hermione was. He had seen her shoes at the door, her cloak on the couch and her bag on the ground, yet there seemed to be no Hermione for an odd reason. He knew when she found him that he would most likely get jinxed for wandering around her house uninvited, but his curiosity brought him to investigate further.
And his curiosity led him to the second floor. He passed the bathroom, poking his head in momentarily to check and yet there was no one there. 'She should be home…' He thought, reaching the next room. He noticed that this one was slightly ajar, and there was some noise emanating from the room. He knew it was a bad idea but he stayed put, unable to move away from the door.
The sounds got clearer and clearer and he relaxed next to the door. But he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard one thing come out from the room. Hermione moaned out his name quite loudly and he nearly swore out loud. He heard her mumble a few profanities before the door swung open. Freezing like a deer caught in headlights, Fred could barely move when Hermione, completely in the nude and covered in a thin layer of sweat, caught sight of him, her cheeks flaring brightly at obviously being caught getting herself off.
Neither spoke for a few moments as they just stared at each other, unsure of what to do before Hermione slammed the door shut and shouted. "What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know who you were fantasizing about." He said, half-scolding himself for saying it outloud.
"You-You Pervert! Did George send you?" She sputtered indignitantly at Fred's teasing.
"He did send me, but I didn't think he meant this. I would have come sooner if I'd known." He snickered silently to himself. It was true, in a way. George had sent him to 'bone together' with Hermione, but he thought it was purely hypothetical and just meant to get together or hook up. He didn't think he was actually serious when he said it.
"Well, you can get out and forget what you heard and saw!" She ordered him out, but he could hear the embarrassment left over from getting caught.
Instead of moving, Fred stayed quiet for a moment before speaking up. "You know… The real thing is better than your imagination." He commented slyly.
He heard her sputter and choke suddenly, coughing a bit before hearing a loud "What?!" come from her room.
"I'm just saying, Dream Fred probably isn't as good as Real Fred." He tentatively tried the door handle and surprisingly, it opened for him instead of the lock-resistance he was expecting.
"Go on…" He could now see her wrapped firmly in her blanket, with her red face peeking out from the covers. He was relatively surprised to see her in such an open fashion, though it did nothing for the surprise of still being in one piece.
"I can go out on a guess and say you were probably thinking about the other day. You know, when Fleur gives me those looks whenever i eat mangos and covers her kids eyes, I'm not stupid. I know what everyone in the room is thinking when they look at me eating like that."
"Now that just sounds narcissistic." She commented flatly.
"I'm just saying, you could get the real deal." He offered up. It left a small moment of silence before Hermione shifted a bit, clearly thinking on the idea and the perks it would come with. But he didn't miss the movements under her blankets, specifically the ones near her stomach and mid-thighs. His eyebrows creased a bit. He wouldn't have noticed it on a regular day, but seeing as he had suffered those horrible blotches from the entire week in those areas, he now seemed hyper-aware of whenever someone shifted like that. "Hey… Have you been feeling alright since the… potion thing?" He brought up, barely motioning to her legs. He saw her blush darkly and hide beneath her blankets.
He decided he would try something. First, he placed his hand on his own thigh, putting a bit of pressure on it. Then he saw Hermione shift again under the blanket. 'Oh… so it's connected?' He put his hand on his stomach where he knew there was a large stain of potion right above his navel and he heard her shift again, but a bit more.
He began to feel a bit sorry for Hermione now, seeing as the sensations were mutually connected through her. He winced inwardly at all the times he fell asleep that week by crossing his legs and just crossing his arms on his stomach. It certainly explained Harry's odd make-shift explanation to Hermione going home earlier that day.