"If you live to be 100, I want to live to 100 minus one day so I never have to live without you" - Winnie the Pooh
The sands of time continuously moved forward; aging them as it did so but Fred and Hermione wouldn't have it any other way. Twenty years had now past since the mass Resurrection at Hogwarts; twenty wonderful years. Their lives had changed drastically in the time that had passed; Hermione was now the youngest Minister for Magic in history while Fred and George ran a pranking empire with stores across the world.
Their children were all at Hogwarts now; all five of them; Rose the apple of Fred's eye was now fifteen; with beautiful Red curls and chocolate brown eyes she was a perfect mix of her parents; she was in Ravenclaw; as her Aunt Matilda had been and had a vast love of knowledge, she'd recently wrote home to say she was dating Scorpius Malfoy and Fred wasn't sure what he thought of that news; unlike his dad Scorpius had been raised in a world without prejudice so, as long as he treated Rosie right, Fred wouldn't have an issue with the young Slytherin.
Hugo was a rambunctious Gryffindor, the splitting image of his father, at fourteen, he was always getting into mischief, Fred had lost count of the amount of time Headmistress McGonagall had called them to the school, because their oldest son had done something he shouldn't have.
Sienna was the splitting image of his wife but had his personality, unlike Hugo, she was good at getting out of trouble when she pranked, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, and she had a way of wrapping everyone around her fingers. At thirteen, she was the only Slytherin in their family, and was perhaps the slyest of all the children.
Finley and Jasmine were the babies of the family; the two eleven-year-olds had been sorted into Hufflepuff together and were enjoying been at Hogwarts with their older siblings. Finley had brown hair and Hazel eyes while Jasmine had red hair and chocolate brown eyes. Both twins were smart and caring, prioritising family and friendships.
It was strange not having any of the children at home, but they spoke to them weekly in charmed journals, an invention of Hermione's and they often had nieces and nephews popping round to visit them, so they were never lonely.
Fred walked through the ministry with purpose, it was late, most employees had gone home but the minister hadn't; this was a walk he was used to, one he had done often, over the years. He navigated the halls with skill, never having to check to ensure he was on the right floor or going the right direction.
When he arrived at a familiar onyx door, he raised his fist and knocked trice.
"Come in," the melodic voice of his wife replied, Fred opened the door, smiling at Hermione who sat behind her mahogany desk, her hair in a messy bun, wire rimmed glasses perched on the edge of her button nose.
"Evening Minister," he called to her, a sly grin on his face.
"Freddie, what are you doing here," she asked, surprised, lowering the muggle biro she'd been writing with she stood up and approached him, kissing him sweetly.
"It's time to go home my love," he replied kissing her back, Hermione whimpered as he swiped his tongue across her lips.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of the time again," she breathed against his lips, her hands trailing his body, unfastening the buttons of the crisp powdered blue shirt he wore.
"I thought you might have," he replied as he lifted her onto her desk, stepping between her legs that parted for him.
"Mr Weasley," she purred, Fred smirked against the skin of her neck as he kissed his way down the tanned expanse, nipping at it with his teeth as his hands deftly unfastened her cream blouse.
"It was very naughty of you to stay here so late Minister, who knows what could happen to you when there's nobody around to hear you scream," he whispered, his voice gravely.
"Are you going to make me scream," she breathed, her back arching as he took her pert breasts in hand.
"Not wearing a bra today, tsk Minister," he breathed, suckling on one nipple as he pinched the other, Hermione whining at the sudden pain.
"I have no panties on either," she whispered, Fred groaned, dropping to his knees in front of her, he pushed the black skirt she was wearing up, moaning at the sight of her neatly trimmed naked, vagina.
"Oh, Minister Weasley you've been very naughty indeed," he breathed, spreading her folds with his fingers he licked at her, groaning at the taste of her.
"I've been very wicked, Mr Weasley, I had a meeting with the department heads today, sat there with no underwear on, my nipples hard pebbled peaks visible through my blouse, while my cunt was wet, soaking the chair I was sitting in. It felt so good knowing I was racy, that I might get caught," she moaned, Fred pushed his fingers within her, pumping them slowly as he continued to lick and suck her clit.
"You have been a bad girl," he breathed, pulling away from her, he made quick work of removing his clothes, soon he stood before her, his cock hard.
"Freddie," she moaned, reaching down to circle her clit with her fingers.
"NO," he told her sternly, grabbing her hand and pulling it away from her core.
"I need," she breathed.
"I said no, on your knees minister," he told her firmly, Hermione scrambled to kneel before him, Fred smiled, stroking her cheek he reached forward and removed her glasses, placing them carefully on the desk behind his wife, before reaching for her head and pulling it towards his member.
"Suck me minister," he ordered, Hermione moaned, opening her mouth widely she expertly swallowed his cock, using her hands she fondled his balls, massaging them as she deep throated him, her tongue occasionally lapping at his penis' slit.
"Good girl," he told her, pulling her hair with one hand, keeping her head in place, he reached down squeezing her tits with enough force to make them bruise, Hermione groaned, as he thrust against her throat, Fred moaned as she took him, she was perfect, a fellatio goddess.
"I'm going to come, and I want you to swallow it, can you do that for me minister," he asked, Hermione nodded around his cock, her face flushed as she continued to suck on him.
"Good, I'm coming baby," he groaned, bucking his hips as he came within her mouth, Hermione groaned swallowing all of his release, her tongue lapping his cock clean as he pulled it out of her mouth.
"Now may I come Mr Weasley," she asked, her eyes wide.
"Soon baby but you still need to be punished, lean over the desk," he told her, Hermione did as instructed, draping herself over her desk, her breasts pushed firmly against the mahogany top. Fred groaned at the sight of her, her legs open wide, exposing her to his greedy eyes. She was such a bad girl; he brought his hand down firmly on her juicy arse.
"Count for me," he told her tightly.
"One," she breathed, he hit her again, "two", she exhaled, "three", "four," "five", she puffed each time he hit her bottom, her back arching each time he laid his hand upon her.
"I can see how much you are enjoying this," he told her, wiping away the juices that ran down her thighs with his fingers he brought them to his mouth, sucking on them with a moan before hitting the globe of her arse again.
"Please," she whined, Fred tutted.
"That wasn't number six, starting from one," he told her as he hit her arse, it was red now, hot from his hand hitting her.
"One," she moaned.
"Good girl, when we get to ten, your punishment will be over and I'll slam my cock in you," he promised.
"Two," she sighed as he slapped her.
"Three," she whined, as he brought his palm down against her.
"Four," her back arched.
"Five," he could see her rubbing her thighs together, his greedy little minister desperate for relief.
"Six," tears slipped from her eyes, she was begging now silently, her body bucking as she squealed the number.
"Seven," she openly wept, screaming the number as he brought his hand down upon her.
"Eight," she yelled.
"Nine," her legs wobbled, her arse clenching, the number a gurgled moan from her swollen lips as her body contorted with desperate need.
"Ten," Hermione shrieked, orgasm claiming her, squirting against his thighs as he rubbed away the redness on her arse, pulling her up against his chest, one hand on her throat the other on her hip, with a single thrust he was buried within her core, Hermione shrieking as he pulled himself out of her and slammed into her again, repeating the motions at a brutal pace.
"What a wicked girl you've been," he whispered, moving the hand from her throat he rubbed at her clitoris repeatedly until she clenched down on his cock, coming undone with a shriek, Fred thrust within her a final time, before coming within her. Hermione fell forward, collapsed atop of her desk as he pulled out of her, her body crimson and sweat soaked, her chest heaving as she rolled onto her back, their combined juices running down her thighs.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes dazed.
"Live up to your fantasy," he asked her quietly as he conjured a flannel and began cleaning away their releases from her body, using wandless magic to heal the bruises that were forming on her skin from the rough sex.
"Definitely, next time perhaps you could fuck me against the bookshelves," she suggested.
"Can do minister, now where is your underwear," he asked her quietly, his eyes scanning the room with interest.
"Top draw of the desk, I took them off about ten minutes before you came into the room," she confessed, as kinky as his wife may be, Fred knew she'd never go without underwear, especially to a meeting with her subordinates. Pulling open the top draw of her desk, Fred removed the lacy cream bra and matching knickers she'd worn that day and handed them to his wife.
"Thanks love," Hermione told him, hiding a yawn behind her hand as she slipped on her knickers.
"Tired love," he asked her as they both redressed.
"Exhausted, I've been trying to get on top of everything before the kids get home for the Easter holidays, I don't want to be cooped up here whilst their home," she confessed.
"They understand that their mother is a busy woman," he reassured her as he held out the pot of floo powder on her office mantle.
"Even so, we barely get anytime with them these days, they are always at school, and are growing up so fast, I want to be there for the little moments, form memories with them before they graduate and start their lives in the adult world," she confessed as she took a handful of floo powder, watching as her husband carefully placed the bowl back on the mantle where it went.
"You're a wonderful mother Hermione, you'll find the time to spend with the kids just as you always do and will keep the nation running whilst you do it," he reassured as they both stepped into her hearth.
"Willowbrook Lodge," his wife called, dropping the powder into the grate, they were whisked home in the flames of the floo network, stepping out into the large fireplace in their dining room.
"Matilda called," Hermione told him quietly, as she took in the dinner, he had prepared for them, smiling as she took her seat at the table. Fred waved his wand removing the charms he had placed on the food, to keep it fresh and warm.
"How are her and Teddy doing," he asked her, as he took his own seat opposite her.
"Having a wonderful time, they've finished their travels in Asia and have moved onto Australia, they are loving their extended gap year," she gushed.
"Has he proposed yet," he asked quietly as he began eating his beef stroganoff.
"Not yet, he has plenty of time though, they're only twenty Fred," she reminded.
"It's strange how different their life is, at eighteen you had fought in a war for years, had been tortured, lost the love of your life, faced a trial of love, resurrected me and many other people and gotten married. Meanwhile now Matilda and Teddy are two years older than you were then, yet they are young and have time to get engaged, to travel the world," he told her.
"They are young, our teenage years were filled with terror, but they've grown up in a better world, a world we created," she told him, reaching for his hand.
"I wouldn't change it you know," he told her quietly.
"Change what," she asked him quietly, her eyes fixed on his hazel ones that she loved so much.
"I wouldn't change any part of our story; the good, the bad and the ugly, we've had a wonderful life Hermione. The terror, loss, drama, we experienced in our youth helped shape us into the people we are today, helped us form a better world for Matilda, for our children, we might have suffered but they never will," he told her squeezing the hand of hers that he held tightly.
"I fall more in love with you every day," she breathed, wiping at her suddenly watering eyes.
"Just as I do with you," he told her quietly, his eyes full of love and devotion.
"I think we should write down our story, ensure our descendants know of what we faced and the life full of love we earned as a consequence of the trials we faced," she told him.
"Our very own fairy tale to pass down through the family" he asked.
"Well we told the story to our children when they were young, why not ensure it gets passed on to our grandchildren, great grandchildren in fact. After all isn't that what a fairy tale is; a story told repeatedly; passed down through the generations; aren't they mostly stories of heartache that end with a happily ever after," she asked him.
"Indeed they are," he replied.
"Then let's write it down, our fairy tale, you're my happily ever after, my future and my eternity," she told him firmly.
"Look who's been the romantic now," he chuckled.
"I'm being serious," she told him.
"I know you are," he reassured.
"And" she asked.
"Well I think it's a wonderful idea to pass our story on but," he paused smiling at her tenderly.
"But" she prompted.
"But first I want to make love to you," he said, raising the hand he held to his lips, kissing her knuckles with his full lips.
"What about dinner," she asked, Fred waved his wand recasting his statis spells over the food he had prepared for them.
"Will still be here Mrs Weasley," he replied, Hermione grinned.
"In that case then, race you to the bedroom," she called, already running away from the table with a giggle.
"You cheater," he called running after her, his arms outstretched, to catch her, Hermione laughed musically and Fred grinned. Hermione was his happily ever after too and he couldn't wait to see what the rest of their lives had in store, whatever the future held, he knew they'd be happy, and that their relationship would be full of love, trust and perhaps a bit of pixie or fairy dust.
… and they all lived happily ever after.
The End
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