"Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch" - Hans Christian Andersen
Sandy had left them in the foyer of a beautiful hotel called The Grand Majestic; promising that she would contact them once her team had tracked down Hermione's parents. The hotel was magical, hidden away from the eyes of the passing muggles was a tall Victorian looking building, so different to the skyscrapers around it. Hermione and he had been led to the Honeymoon suite, by an excited employee who gushed over their rings and Hermione's dress. Hermione had looked overwhelmed and still green around the gills thanks to their international trip, so Fred had kept the conversation up, his arm wrapped tightly around his bride.
"Here we are, this is the honeymoon suite, if you need anything, send a patronus to the front desk," Shelia informed them, passing a key to him.
"Thank you, Shelia," he responded, opening the door to lead Hermione inside, Shelia, smiled at them a final time before turning away as he closed the door behind them.
"Wow," Hermione breathed. The room was large, with a king-sized bed, prominent against the centre of one wall. The whole room was decorated in shades of blue and white, large white doors were opened giving them a perfect view of their private balcony and the teal Brisbane River. On top of a dresser were a selection of gift baskets; one with exotic fruits, another with champagne and a third filled with different chocolates and sweet treats while a large heart made entirely of rose petals was atop of the beds quilt. Hermione approached a door on the right-hand side of the room, opening it to peer inside, Fred followed after her, wrapping his arms around her as they both took in the magnificent bathroom.
"Puts the prefect one to shame," he murmured into her ear.
"I need to brush my teeth," she replied, shrugging her way out of his arms as she approached one of the two sinks within the room, grabbing a clean toothbrush from a pot by the sink she spread peppermint toothpaste on it and began to brush her teeth vigorously, no doubt to remove lingering traces of sick. While she did that Fred looked at the large shower with multiple heads all coming from different angles and a bathtub that was more like a large swimming pool.
"Fancy a bath," he asked her as he began twisting different knobs and pressing different buttons; filling the tub with water; oil, bubbles, petals, glitter and other things he could not identify. It was aromatic, smelling divine.
"I'd like that," Hermione said after spitting the toothpaste down the sink and gargling with mouthwash.
"Let me help you out of that beautiful dress then, Mrs Weasley," he purred, stepping close to her, his fingers running down the sides of her wedding dress.
"You are unquenchable Mr Weasley," she giggled.
"Can you blame me Mrs Weasley, I have the most divine woman as my wife, Since the moment I saw you stepping into the Great Hall, in this beautiful dress, looking like a real princess, I've fought the urge to strip you off it and have my wicked way with you.
"Wicked you say," she whined as his hands deftly undid the laced ribbon at the back of her dress, the fabric unravelling to pool at her feet.
"Oh indeed Mrs Weasley," he told her, kissing her collarbone as his hands roamed her body.
"What do you want to do to me," she breathed as one of his hands slipped into the white satin panties she wore, his fingers circling her inflamed heated clit.
"First, I want to take you in this bathtub, thrusting into you from behind, as you beg me to go harder, faster, then I want to tie you to that massive bed out there and torture you with my mouth, and fingers. I want you to come so many times from my tongue that you will be begging me to sink myself within you, to fuck you again. When you can't take it anymore, I'll finally enter you, and make love to you, slow and tender, you'll beg me to go faster but I'll keep the gentle pace, drawing out your release until you eventually clench around me bringing me to orgasm within you," he whispered to her, his fingers sliding between her juice drenched folds as she ground herself against his fingers.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Merlin, your so wet," he told her as he removed her panties and matching bra.
"Just for you, always for you Freddie," she whimpered, her eyes fixed on him as he hastily stripped off his clothes.
"Let's get in the tub," he told her, taking her hand and leading her down the stone stairs of the large pool like bath. At first they did little more than float about, sharing heated kisses, hands roaming each other's bodies; soon however Fred came up behind her, pushing her against the side of the pool her erect nipples taught, rubbing against the coarse stone as Fred entered her, thrusting into her pussy with abandon, as promised he made her beg for it, made her scream for it harder, it faster, by the time they both came she was little more than a blob of jelly, floating about in the pool. Fred cleaned her, tenderly washing her hair and body, then wrapped her in a towel, carrying her to the bedroom where he laid her in the centre of the bed, atop of the rose petaled heart.
"Going to tie me up then," she asked, holding her hands up towards the headboard.
"Not yet, first hydration and snacks, for what I have planned for you, you need energy," he told her. Fred grabbed a bottle of cool water as well as some chocolate dipped strawberries she hadn't seen upon her first inspection of the room and sat down beside her, feeding her the treats slowly as one hand lightly creased her body.
"Please Fred, she whispered, holding her hands up towards the headboard once more, Fred grinned pulling out his wand to fasten her wrists in place against the oak railings above her. Fred then removed her towel and spread her legs wide fastening them in place in a similar fashion as her hands.
"You look magnificent like this," he breathed, as he took her in, body flushed, core dripping, her body panting, eyes dilated and fixed upon him.
"You promised to make me beg for your cock," she told him, Fred groaned, leaning down to suck on the hood of her clitoris, Hermione moaned, her back arching as she tried to push against him, to have more pressure on her most sensitive place.
"Patience baby, we have all night, let me take care of you he breathed, as he placed one finger within her core.
"More," she begged, Fred chuckled and continued to tease her, by the time he finally entered her many hours later, Hermione was strung out and desperate to be fucked, tears streaming down her face as she begged him to go faster, Fred didn't though, he kissed away her tears, telling her she was beautiful, telling her he loved her, all while thrusting slow and steady within her. When she eventually came, she did so with abandon, screaming extatically, her walls clamping down on her husband's shaft, her eyes rolling backwards with the force of her climax.
"Good girl, I love you," Fred praised her, kissing her tenderly as he came within her, Hermione, kissed back lazily as Fred encased her in his arms, within minutes she was asleep, a content stated smile upon her face. Fred peered down at his sleeping wife and kissed her forehead, before settling down beside her, allowing her slow breathing to ease him into his own deep sleep.
The first week of their honeymoon flew by in a whirlwind, Hermione would go as far as to say it was magical in fact. Fred and she had sex everywhere, in their bed, on dressers, over the sinks in their bathroom even on their private balcony, they truly christened their honeymoon suite. When they weren't engaging in explicit activities together, they'd taken to exploring Australia; neither of them had ever been to the country so they explored in earnest.
One advantage to been magical was the ease of transport, which they took full advantage off. The hotel had floo access and were more than happy to inform them of floo addresses close to the places they wanted to visit. As such the pair of them had been hopping all over the vast country. So far, they'd gone horseback riding in the outback, cage diving on the Great Barrier Reef, watched a show at Sidney Opera House and explored a tiny wizarding district in Malborne, it was magnificent. They'd also spent lots of time on the beach as well as in the hotels outdoor pool.
"So where do you want to go today," Fred asked as he laid beside her, drawing lazy shapes upon her bare stomach.
"I was thinking we could go to Australia Zoo; they have a programme that's been airing for a couple of years, called the Crocodile Hunter, I've seen a few episodes with my parents, and it looks good, I'd like to be able to see some of the native species," she told him quietly.
"That sounds good, I wouldn't mind finding a magical equivalent as well, see some native magical creatures," Fred commented, before she could respond there was a knock at the door. Fred jumped to his feet, pulling on a pair of black boxers and one of the fluffy white bathrobes the hotel had provided for them, Hermione likewise did the same, making herself decent as her husband answered the door.
"Hello," Fred spoke, from her vantage Hermione couldn't see who was at the door but was able to hear the sweet voice that responded.
"Is your wife in, we've found her parents," Hermione felt her legs buckle beneath her and sunk to the ground where she had been stood as Fred invited Auror Sandy into their suite.
"You've found them," she asked, her voice hopeful and small.
"We have, my colleagues have extracted them from the muggle world and transferred them to a specialist unit at the Antipodes Magical Hospital in Sidney," Sandy replied kindly as Fred lent down and helped her up, settling her on the edge of their bed.
"Will they be able to reverse my spells," she asked worriedly.
"Professor Bartemius is confident he can reverse the spells on both of them even with your mother's current condition," the Auror told her kindly.
"What's wrong with my mother," she asked worriedly.
"Nothing at all, in fact I think a congratulations are in order, for in about three months you will become a big sister," Sandy replied.
"My mum's having a baby," Hermione asked her eyes widening as Sandy nodded.
"She is indeed, she plans to call the tyke Hermione, I think she might have to pick out a different name once her memories are restored," the Auror laughed.
"When can I see them," Hermione asked, her mind reeling. Her parents had always wanted more children, but after a number of miscarriages, and ectopic pregnancies they'd long since given up on the dream of having more children. Hermione had always wanted a sibling of her own, the news that she would have one after all these years of been an only child was mindboggling, but she was happy for her parents.
"The professor says it should take around a week for the reversal spells to work, so enjoy the rest of your honeymoon and you can go to the hospital, this time next week," the Auror told her, Hermione nodded, thanking her kindly, as she watched the woman retreat back out of the room.
"I'm going to be a big sister," she breathed, wondrously.
"Congratulations Mi," Fred told her quietly, leaning in to kiss her temple.
"Can we do the zoo tomorrow, I think I need to process everything," she told him quietly, laying back on the bed, her mind over analysing everything.
"Of course we can, whatever you need," he told her as he laced their hands together and laid back on the bed beside her, a silent supportive companion as her brain whirled.
It was with tentative steps that, Hermione approached the door to her parent's room, Fred's hand grasped firmly in hers, Fred didn't complain about her nails digging into his skin, or the fact that she'd been nervous and skittish since the moment they'd awoken that morning, a week after Auror Sandy had informed them that Hermione's parents had been found.
"You've got this, everything will be okay, they love you," he reassured her.
"What if that's not enough, I messed with their minds, sent them to a different country," she whispered.
"They'd have been hunted down and killed, what you did was for their protection," he told her firmly, she nodded her head and raised her hand to knock on the white sterile door, within seconds it flew open and Hermione found herself encased within the arms of her mother, the older woman sobbing as she clutched her to her.
"Mum," she cried, burrowing her head against her mother's shoulder, her arms holding her tight, despite the swell of her mother's stomach been in the way.
"You are in so much trouble young lady," her mother cried.
"I'm so sorry," she cried.
"You got married without your father or I been in attendance," Helen Granger scolded.
"We'll have another ceremony, a muggle one, and you can view the memories of the one we had at Hogwarts," Fred's smooth voice spoke.
"Good," her mother spoke.
"Aren't you mad I took your memories," she hiccupped.
"It is our job to take care of you Hermione, not the other way around. We are disappointed in ourselves for not understanding the magnitude of the situation you were in, I can't believe you fought in a war," the voice of her father spoke. Hermione peered over her mother's shoulder to see him, his hair greyer than the last time she'd seen him, "Daddy," she breathed, Richard Granger smiled at her before stepping forward to wrap his arms around both her and her mother.
"We could never be mad at you poppet," he whispered, kissing her crown of curls sweetly, Hermione cried at her childhood nickname, happy in the arms of the parents she wasn't sure she'd ever see again, Fred watched them, a beaming grin upon his face as he observed the reunited family, his family.
