Authors Note: Sorry for posting over a month after I was given the prompt. I wrote most of this back in September but ended up catching Covid and was quite unwell with it. I completely forgot about it until today when I loaded up my laptop and saw the saved file. I quickly finished it and decided to upload it today.
Fredrick Gideon Weasley was a man in love, had been for a while now in fact. It had started innocent enough; a delightful friendship with his younger brother's best friend, platonic even when it had first begun. Hermione had been sweet, funny, and ridiculously smart. It had taken no effort at all to become her friend, back when she had been a tiny first year with rambunctious curls and larger than normal teeth. Hermione had been full of knowledge and was witty beyond belief, Fred had made it his goal to engage her in often loud discussions at least once a week, he loved arguing with her, watching as her pale face flushed as she gained momentum when stressing her opinions on everything from elf rights to the moral injustice of testing products on First Years. Over the years he'd grown fond of the girl and the platonic feelings he had once held had bloomed into something decidedly nonplatonic.
The first time he had realised that he was attracted to Hermione had been the Christmas of her third year. The grounds of Hogwarts had been blanketed by a sheet of thick white snow and all the students had been outside playing in it. They'd had a snow fight and Hermione had looked magical, carefree, happier than he'd ever seen her before. She'd been laughing, snowflakes sticking to the loose curls that stuck out from under her knitted hat, her cheeks a rosy pink and Fred had felt entranced, bewitched by her beauty. She had been gorgeous that day and each day that passed since then he'd grown more and more enamoured by her.
He'd grown to love everything about her, her soft curls, her sparkling eyes, her laugh, her personality. He adored her, but he had been certain nothing could ever come of it. Hermione was Ron's best friend, and he was certain Ron fancied the girl too. He couldn't risk his relationship with his brother over a girl, he couldn't act upon his growing feelings for the brunette witch. That was easier said than done, however. It was difficult to do the right thing when other boys were noticing how attractive Hermione had become, she'd fixed her teeth and suddenly there were boys from all four houses sniffing around, hoping for a chance to be with her. Hermione never seemed to notice the wizards however, and Fred would smirk every time she turned one of them down, often misinterpreting their offers of dates as the boy's needing assistance with their schoolwork.
When the Yule Ball had been announced his sixth year Fred had very nearly cracked and asked the girl to the ball, Ronald clearly hadn't indented to aske her, and Hermione deserved to have a fantastic night. Ginny however had let slip that the brunette already had a date to the ball. He'd been heartbroken and watching her twirl around the ball on the arm of Victor Krum had been the worst day of his short life. Hermione had looked stunning in her periwinkle gown, like a princess from a Muggle fairy-tale. She was enchanting, and he was but a peasant compared to the likes of the famous Seeker. Watching her at the ball had affirmed his perspective that she deserved better than him and he was determined to overcome his fixation on the beautiful woman.
It's extremely difficult to overcome one's adolescent desires when the object of said desire spends most of the summer with you. The summer before his Seventh year at Grimmould place was both torturous and fantastic. Locked within the foreboding house of Black in the middle of a sweltering heatwave wasn't exactly his idea of fun. Fred would have much preferred to be cooling off in the pond at the Burrow rather than cleaning a delipidated house of horrors. His mother had paired him with Hermione, and they had been tasked with cleaning out the library. Hermione had been in her element sorting through old tomes and Fred had followed her directions and found himself staring at her when she wasn't looking. Dressed in muggle shorts and a tank top, her curls in a messy bun, Hermione had looked decadent, and it had taken everything within him not to pin her to a bookshelf and kiss her. For two weeks Fred spent every day locked within rooms with Hermione as they cleaned different areas of the house, each day she was dressed in summer clothes that revealed far too much of her figure to his wondering eyes. Each night he'd take a cold shower, to relive the tension that had built within him because of their proximity, it was a wonder she hadn't noticed his almost constant hard on.
It had been during their third week together at Grimmould Place when something changed. He'd been sorting through an old chest in one of the musty bedrooms and Hermione had been sat unnaturally quiet at his side, her hands fiddling nervously together.
"Hermione is everything alright," he'd asked her worriedly. He'd watched her eyes widen and she'd looked at him worriedly her teeth digging into her plump lower lip. She'd shook her head as though clearing a thought and a sharp determinism had sparked within her eyes. Then Hermione's lips had been against his, soft and pliable and oh so sinful. He'd kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her atop of his lap.
A stolen forbidden kiss in a hidden room of Headquarters was all it had taken for Fred to say fuck it to Ron, to forgetting his feelings for Hermione. She had well and truly entranced him, and he could die happily knowing the witch was his. Not that anyone else other than Georgie knew this fact. Hermione and he had snuck around over the remainder of the summer holiday's together, finding hidden rooms to snog in and ever since returning to Hogwarts the pair had continued sneaking around together. It was rather fun having a secret relationship, forbidden in fact, not only because he was still certain that Ron harboured attraction for Hermione, but also because of Umbridge and all her Ministerial Educational Decrees. He and Hermione had spent months breaking all the pink toads' rules all over the school. In fact, they were currently breaking more than one of the toads' rules right now in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library.
Fred had found his secret girlfriend of almost six months entranced in her OWL preparations at a secluded table at the back of the Restricted Section. She'd been surrounded by a stack of books as she sucked absentmindedly on a peppermint sugar quill that she held in her right hand while in a left she wrote on a piece of parchment with a regular quill. Hermione's hair was messier than ever, and she was covered in ink stains but to Fred she was gorgeous, here in her element.
"You need a break love," he whispered as he stepped behind her, setting his hands upon her tense shoulders he began to knead at her stiff mussels.
"I need to prepare," she murmured, moaning as he worked away one of the stiff knots between her shoulder blades.
"You are more prepared for your OWL'S than anyone else, let me relax you love," he breathed into her ear before gently pressing his lips against the pulse point of her throat. Hermione tipped her head back as he preceded to leave open mouthed kisses to the expanse of her neck.
"Please Freddie," she breathed.
"What do you need," he whispered before sucking lightly against her exposed collar bone.
"I need you," she replied, and he pulled her to her feet, twisting her around so she faced him and claimed her mouth with his own in a bruising kiss, his tongue swiping against hers as he lifted the petite witch, settling her on the aged wooden desk she had been sitting at moments before, all the while he continued to kiss her, one hand undoing the buttons of her crisp white shirt while the other tangled itself into her hair, holding her closer as he stepped into the crevice of her parted thighs. Pulling his mouth off of hers Fred began to kiss down the expense of his girlfriends' neck; sucking and licking tenderly as he pushed her shirt off of her shoulders, one hand reaching behind her to undo the clasp of the powder blue laced bra Hermione was wearing.
"Please Freddie," Hermione moaned as he gently sucked against the juncture of her neck and collar bone. Fred smirked, pulling her bra off of her, his mouth moving to capture one of her hardened rose-coloured nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling it lovingly, his eyes fixed on her flushed face as she moaned, arching her back as he used his fingers to pinch the nipple of her other breast. Hermione's eyes were closed as she moaned, one hand firmly pressed into the oak desk while the other held his head, as she arched into him, Fred sucking and nipping at her hardened peak.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE," the voice of his baby brother echoed within the stacks, Hermione's eyes flew open in horror at been caught in such a compromising position, Fred felt his own eyes widening too, as he stared into her chocolate depths, her nipple still held within his mouth. With an audible plop he pulled away from her, using his body to hide hers from his brother as Hermione scrambled to redress herself.
"Ron we should leave," the voice of Harry Potter spoke behind them quietly, ever the voice of reason when Ron was angry.
"NO," Ron Replied stubbornly," Fred watched as Hermione finished fastening her shirt buttons, her face a vibrant shade of red. Reluctantly he stepped away from her, turning to face the two teens who had interrupted them. Harry looked green faced, sickly in fact and looked as though he desperately wanted to be anywhere else than where he currently stood. Fred could relate, Harry saw Hermione as a sister, if there was one thing Fred never wanted to see it would be his sister the way Harry had just seen Hermione. Ron in comparison was turning purple, an obvious sign of his rage at finding his brother and best friend together.
"Harry, Ron, I," Hermione began, her voice small and unsure.
"HOW LONG," Ron asked interrupting before she could finish what she had been about to say.
"What," Hermione asked him.
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SHAGING MY BROTHER," he screamed at her.
"Ron, be quiet we don't want Umbridge of the Institutional Squad to come across us," Harry hissed, Ron glared at the bespectacled wizard before taking a deep breath, when he spoke again his voice was much quitter, though still angry "How Long," his brother asked again.
"We started dating over the summer," Hermione answered quietly.
"You've been in a relationship for nearly six months and didn't tell us," Harry asked his voice hurt.
"It wasn't intentional, not really, we liked it been for just us," Hermione spoke, Fred wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tightly against his side, as Hermione's eyes began to water, at the betrayal in Harry's tone.
"Why Fred," Ron asked quietly, his eyes fixed on his brothers arm that was holding the girl he fancied so lovingly.
"He makes me happy; he makes me laugh, makes me smile. When I'm been too serious or get too involved in my studies, he knows what I need. It's the little things that he does that make me love him; how he takes the blame for other students pranks so they don't have to have detention with Umbridge, how his gifts are never generic; flowers and chocolates but thoughtful gifts that he knows I will appreciate more. I love how passionate he is about his dreams and how intelligent he is. Fred makes me happy just by been himself, times are darkening but with him by my side I know I will be okay, he brings light to my life," Hermione spoke passionately.
"You love him," Harry asked quietly," a small smile on his face.
"I do," Hermione replied quietly.
"And you do you love her," Ron asked, glaring at his older brother.
"With all my heart," Fred replied quietly, staring down at Hermione lovingly. Ron nodded with a tight smile.
"Hermione is scarily smart, I'm sure if you ever hurt her, she will be more than capable of getting both magical and Muggle revenge on you. Just so you know though once she's finished with you, you will have Harry and I to deal with," Ron told him with a final glare before the younger red head turned around and marched down the library isle he had been stood within.
"What Ron said, Hermione you are my sister, I want you to be happy, if Fred is what makes you happy than so be it. Just remember, I'm the boy who lived, Dumbledore himself is training me, if you hurt her, I will make sure nobody will ever question your disappearance. Sorry about the interruption. Later on, when you are free can you help us with our transfiguration Homework, Hermione," Harry's speech was firm and unwavering though he did blush when he mentioned how they had been found by two thirds of the Golden Trio. Having said what, he had wanted to say, Harry left, leaving Hermione and Fred alone in the restricted section.
"That went better than I thought it would," Fred murmured against Hermione's ear.
"It was so embarrassing," she shuddered.
"At least we weren't naked," he chuckled capturing her lips with his.
"No, we are not doing this here," she told him pulling away after a soft kiss. Waving her wand Hermione gathered all her belongings into her school bag before taking his hand and dragging him out of the library. That night Fred worshiped his lover in the Room of Requirements; by the time morning rolled around naturally the whole school knew about their relationship; by the following day, Even Mrs Weasley; knew; and she expressed her joy at the news in the form of a squealing howler and a basket of baked goods for the happy couple.