"Life is the most wonderful fairy tale" - Hans Christian Andersen
"Good morning sleeping beauty," Fred greeted, leaning down to kiss her lips, Hermione smiled, kissing him back lazily.
"True loves kiss," she whispered as they separated, Fred smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.
"My true love," he told her tenderly, his hazel eyes staring into her chocolate ones.
"I'm glad it wasn't a dream, you're here, alive," she breathed, taking his hand in hers, she could feel the warmth of his magic thrumming through her engagement ring once more, soothing her, reassuringly that he was here, alive and well.
"I am," he confirmed, kissing her once more.
"What time is it," she asked quietly as they pulled apart.
"A little after twelve, we've had quite a few people pop by while you were sleeping, they want answers," he told her quietly.
"What do you remember," she asked him softly.
"Everything I think, been in Heaven is a little hazy, from what George told me earlier, those that died don't really remember been up there, the last thing they recall is the moments leading up to their deaths, for me, it's different, probably because of our role in bringing this about. I remember things like meeting my uncles but it's like it's cloaked in fog, hiding the details from me, I know I met them but can't recall the facts, what were they wearing, where exactly were we," he told her sadly.
"I'm sorry, you can't recall everything," she said.
"If that's the price I pay for been able to live my life with you, it's worth it," he confessed.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she told him passionately.
"You will," he said, raising her hand to his lips so he could kiss the diamond ring on her ring finger.
"Let's get married," she whispered.
"We will," he replied.
"No now, I don't need a massive production, my parents are in Australia, and I have no idea if I will be able to retrieve their memories, my dad won't be able to walk me down the aisle. I don't want extravagance, just you and me forever," she told him.
"So we elope," he asked her.
"You said everyone wanted to speak to us, why not hold an importune wedding, your family is here, all our friends, there must be someone who can marry us," she told him.
"George said they'd named Kingsley as acting Minister for Magic," he told her quietly.
"Perfect, he can bind us," she breathed, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Mum won't be happy," he whispered.
"You've just come back from the dead Freddie, something tells me she'll probably let you do anything right now," she smiled.
"She did let me bring you back to my bed of sin without shouting at me about ruining your virtue," he laughed.
"There's been nothing virtuous about me for years," she chuckled.
"I know," he grinned, leaning over to kiss her deeply, his fingers sliding between her folds, Hermione moaned, her legs falling open to give him better access.
"I can't wait for you to be my wife," he said as he kissed his way down her body.
"Soon," she breathed, her back arching as he moved his mouth to her glistening core, his tongue swiping through her folds.
"More," she whimpered as he continued to lick her, his fingers pumping within her.
"So needy," he whispered, his breath on her clit, as she tried to grind herself against his face.
"Please Freddie," she groaned as he grinned up at her, his heated eyes meeting hers as he encased her clitoris in his mouth, alternating sucking and rolling his tongue across the sensitive nerve. It didn't take long for her to come, back arching as she screamed her release.
"So beautiful," he told her, sucking her juices from his fingers, Hermione moaned at the sight, reaching out to grasp his cock.
"No love, this is about you," he told her, pinching her clit hard.
"Please," she begged.
"Let me take care of you," he asked, Hermione nodded, putty in her fiancés hand as he played her body like a violin, making her scream, five times, her body quaking with orgasmic relief before he finally sunk himself within her, thrusting inside her liquidized core, Hermione grunting and moaning, unable to form words as all of her nerves flared in the most wonderful way.
"Can you come for me again baby," he asked her as he thrust himself in her at a steady pace, her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper, his cock brushing her cervix each time he bottomed out within her, Hermione grunted, nodding her agreement.
"Good girl," he whispered, rolling her clit between his fingers as he continued to thrust hard within her, it didn't take long for her walls to clamp around his member like a vice, drawing his orgasm out of him as he called her name. Fred collapsed atop of her, dragging her body with his as he rolled onto his back, settling her atop of his chest, "Good, beautiful girl," he breathed, kissing her sweat-soaked curls, Hermione preened under the praise, resting against his flushed chest, her body heaving as she came down from her high.
"OI LOVEBIRDS, THE WHOLE SCHOOL CAN HEAR YOU," George's voice sounded through the dormitory door.
"We forgot the silencing charm," Hermione muttered, mortified.
"PISS OFF GEORGE," Fred yelled. His twin laughed on the other side of the door, before the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard.
"We need a shower," she told him, raising her head to look into his eyes.
"Together," he asked with a grin.
"I'm not sure I can walk let alone go another round," she confessed.
"I'm capable of showering with you without it leading to sex," he told her seriously.
"Not in my experience," she laughed, kissing his lips before rising to her feet, her legs wobbly as she made her way to the adjoining bathroom, their combined release dribbling down her thighs, a pleasant throbbing in her core from their many rounds of love making.
"No fair," he said, she glanced over her shoulder at him, he was leaning against the headboard, a pout on his full lips, his eyes heated as they rested on her form, she could see his penis, standing hard once more and grinned at him.
"Are you coming then," she asked with a smirk, Fred leapt from the bed, bounding towards her like an excited puppy.
"Knew you wouldn't leave me," he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her, Hermione giggled, leading him into the bathroom. Of course Fred and her had never been able to have a shower together without it leading to sex, so twenty minutes after entering the bathroom, Hermione found herself pressed flush against the tiles, the hot spray raining down on her as Fred pounded into her from behind, neither of them clean but on the verge of orgasm again.
It was almost dinner time by the time they both made it out of the Seventh Years dormitory, both worn out and well shagged, content smiles on their faces.
"OH FINALLY," Ginny called as they made their way into the Great Hall, hand in hand that evening.
"We want to get married tonight," Hermione blurted, the hall wasn't full by any means, most students had been sent home to their families following the previous evenings battle. The Order, professors and many of Dumbledore's Army had chosen to remain in the castle, cleaning up and rebuilding it.
"WHAT," Mrs Weasley screamed, her eyes wide.
"We want to get married mum," Fred smiled at his mother, then looked down at his fiancé, his eyes full of love and devotion.
"You don't have to rush it, wouldn't you like a big wedding," Molly replied.
"We can do something later, if I can restore my parents' memories, but we want this, Yesterday I thought I'd never be able to marry him, have a life together. I want to be bound to him, I love your son so much Mrs Weasley," Hermione spoke, tears running down her face.
"I love her too Mum," Fred spoke, his voice choked.
Molly Weasley looked at the two of them for a moment, assessing them, then she burst into tears, pulling both of them into her arms, "I just want you both to be happy," she sobbed.
"We will be," Hermione smiled.
