Warning: This chapter is rated M
Hermione awoke in the middle of the night, finding herself on the other side of the bed. Rolling over to find Fred, she saw his eyes blink open.
"What are you doing over there?" She asked, not liking the distance. Her question made him grin.
"I haven't moved, love. You were the one that rolled away."
Scooting back over, she curled back into him. "So sorry. It won't happen again."
He kissed her head, entertained. "Better not."
Snuggling in, her hand snaked its way into his shirt and up his body, where she let it rest over his heart.
"Feeling me up, Granger?"
She laughed. "Just like skin-to-skin."
He hated to admit it, but her comment made his heart swell. "Want me to take it off?"
She eyed him. "You'd do that?"
He nodded.
She pulled away enough for him to sit and yank off his t-shirt. When he relaxed back, she snuggled against him, but he hissed.
"Damn, Hermione. That sweater is rough." It felt like fiberglass against his skin. "Take it off."
"I...oh. Well, I guess. No funny business." Sitting up, she pulled the sweater over her head and threw it in the floor beside them. She wished she had worn a t-shirt underneath. Her lace bra was barely holding in her growing breasts and she found herself ducking under the blanket and against him before he could see anything.
"This lace isn't much better, Mi."
"Fred..." It was a warning.
"I can find you one of my t-shirts to wear."
Rolling her eyes, she gave in. It isn't like he hadn't seen them before. "Just unsnap me, Fred."
Grinning at the thought of a half naked Hermione, he hurried to unsnap her bra with the arm that was holding her and she managed to slip the straps down her arms and chuck it on the floor while she was covered by the blanket. When she turned and her breasts came in contact she his naked side, mini-Fred was quick to salute her.
"Merlin, Hermione. Forgive me, but I'm hard as steel right now."
"Well, at least I know I still got it." She teased. "Do you want me to use your t-shirt?"
"I'll be okay." Better than.
"I appreciate you not going Neanderthal on me, Fred. I can't bear the thought of you just being with Katie and then her being gone for two hours before you-"
"I was never with Katie, Hermione."
"What?" She was relieved.
"We were taking it slow. I didn't want to be that type of person either. I didn't want her to fall even deeper when I wasn't there yet." He wrapped a tendril of her hair around his finger as he explained.
"You mean... the last person you were with..."
"You, Hermione."
Hermione's heart exploded with his admission. She found herself diving towards his mouth, her lips locking over his appreciatively.
He let out a surprised muffled yelp at the hormonal witch but found himself melting quickly into the kiss, biting lightly on her lip before easing it with his tongue.
"I want you." Her words were muffled against his lips, but that's all he needed to hear before their bottoms disappeared with a snap of his finger.
She pulled away from the kiss to look at him. "Fred." His wandless magic turned her on. He was such a strong wizard and she found it so sexy.
He gave her a lazy grin and pivoted enough for his free hand to reach for the apex of her thighs. "Bend your leg. Let me get you ready."
She whimpered as his fingers found her slit. "I'm already ready-oh!" Her head fell back when the pad of his index finger grazed her clit.
"We both know better than that." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he fingered her. "I need you wet and relaxed when I enter you." He was well-endowed and last time when she had promised him she was ready, it was painful for her. He wasn't making that mistake again. "I want to stretch you to your limit love, not tear you in two."
"Fred... Fred." She was panting. "I'm so close..."
"Good, baby. Let me hear you." He loved the sounds she made when he touched her. He was suddenly thankful that after the war he cast a permanent silencing charm on his room so he would stop waking George up from his nightmares. Now, he could concentrate on the naked witch in his bed without worrying that George and Angelina might hear.
Hermione fell over the edge of her build up, her toes curling into the mattress as her body bowed toward him, making it easier for Fred to work her through it. He listened to her coming for him as he pressed kisses to her forehead. "That's it, Hermione. Good girl." When she relaxed, he slipped two fingers into her, relieved when he felt her center soaked and soft for him. He hummed. "Someone's ready."
Flipping them over quickly, Hermione squealed, giggling as he ended up on top of her, both of them bouncing a bit. She quickly cradled his hips in her thighs, eager to have him.
Guiding himself into her, he pushed into her slowly, Hermione mewling in response.
He nuzzled her nose with his and pushed a little more, pulling his hips back a little before thrusting lightly, seating most of himself inside of her.
"Fred, stop teasing!"
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I don't want to hurt you. Either of you."
"I'm fine!"
"Are you- Fuck, Hermione!" She took matters into her own hands and thrusted towards him, effectively forcing him into her up to his hilt.
She moaned and her muscles gripped around him. "Much better."
"Little minx." He pulled out to his crest and slammed into her, making her cry out.
"Yes! That's what I want."
"What?" He did it again, making her moan loudly. "That?"
"Yes, Fred, and don't stop!"
He reached behind him, grabbing her leg. "Wrap yourself around me, love. Hold tight."
Her legs found their way around his waist, her hands exploring his back, while they found their rhythm. She took her revenge on his neck, where last time he had left her bruised and red, this time it was her turn. Nibbling against his neck, she took her time with the love bites, moaning and mewling against his skin as he moved within in her. When she heard him start to become verbal, she found herself beginning to throb around him.
"Fuck, Hermione. I feel you. I love when you come around my cock. Let me have it..." He picked up his pace and her body obeyed, bowing off the mattress while his name fell from her lips.
He eased his thrusting and nibbled on her neck while she recuperated.
"Fred..." She was still panting. "Let me ride you."
Flipping them over again, Hermione found herself sitting upright, her weight forcing her to slide down onto his dick even more. "How do you feel so fucking good?" Grinding against him, she tried to blink away the blur in her eyes, but it wouldn't leave.
Giving her a smirk, he held onto her hips and tilted his pelvis upward, pressing even deeper. Her head fell back with a deep moan.
"You sure know how to stroke a man's ego... among other things."
Her head rolled forward with a smile and she started to move.
"Fuck, Hermione. Fuck."
She loved watching Fred while she rode him. He was so sexy laying there, his jaw clenched tight, while his eyes were heavy-lidded and hazy. His hands gripped her hips so tight and he'd swallow so hard, his Adam's apple would bob. He did his best to maintain control so she could ride him freely, but she loved that she felt so good on top of him that he struggled to maintain composure.
"I love this bump, Hermione. It's perfect." His hands rested against the swell, making her teary-eyed.
"Stop making this so damn emotional, Weasley!" Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his Adam's apple, nipping it lightly with her teeth. "You're so attentive, Fred. Everything you do is so sexy."
He grunted in response, his hands running up her body as she straightened, his hands reaching up to palm her breasts. "They've grown." He noticed. "They're fuller... heavier."
"Easy." She warned. "Sensitive."
He eased his hold and used his palms to lightly run over her taut nipples in a circular motion.
"Oh, yes..." Her hips started bucking.
He grinned. "You like that. You're fucking me harder."
"You feel so good. So close, Fred." She breathed.
"Mmm. Me too, baby. Right there with you." He started to thrust up into her, desperate to get her there one last time before he lost it. When she started to moan and chant his name, he knew he succeeded.
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"Good morning, Hermione." Angelina watched as Hermione entered the kitchen in nothing, but her oversized Weasley sweater, her hair a mess in a holder on top of her head.
She yawned, covering it with her hand. "Good morning."
"Leftovers for breakfast, I'm afraid." Angelina mentioned, offering Hermione a cold slice of pizza.
She hummed. "Sounds wonderful." She took it and bit a big piece off the end, not bothering to warm it. "Anymore of that chicken in here?" Opening the door to the fridge she looked through it while she ate her pizza.
"Er... not sure. Hermione?"
Closing the fridge door, she turned towards Ang. "Yes?"
Angelina looked over over, searching her eyes. "Please tell me you didn't."
"Didn't what?" She feigned ignorance.
"I'll pummel, Fred, Hermione! He can't treat women like this!"
"Wait, what? What do you mean?" Hermione wasn't sure where this anger was coming from.
"He gets a leg over you, turns to Katie weeks later, than manages to coerce sex out of you not even hours after Katie gives him the shove!"
"Coerce?" Hermione took offense to that. "You have no idea what is going on between Fred and me!"
"Oh! So you're telling me that he didn't just use you as a rebound fuck?"
"A rebound fuck? Where did you get that idea?"
"Well? Are you two official now? Did he ask you to be his girlfriend? Did he ask you to stay longer than a night?"
"Well... no." Her heart dropped when she realized that he hadn't asked for anything more. "But I initiated it."
"He could have said no! He could have talked about it with you first! He just wanted a good lay."
Hermione set down the rest of her pizza. She was suddenly sick at the thought. "You think he used me?"
Angelina frowned, realizing she devastated her friend. "I only want to keep you from getting hurt, Hermione. I don't know what his thoughts are, but for your own good I think you should talk to him before you guys end up bumping uglies again."
"I... I should go. Will you tell the twins thank you from me and that I will see them at the burrow tonight?"
"Hermione... please don't go." Angelina pulled her into a hug, hating that she had come off so harsh. "I shouldn't have come at you like this. I'm just worried about you. You've got more than just you to worry about now."
"Thank you, Ang, but I need to go. I do have work I need to do and if Fred has any say in it, I won't get it done before going in tomorrow."
Angelina frowned as she watched her friend disappear into the floo. Throwing herself down on one of the dining chairs, she mentally kicked herself. If she was wrong about Fred's intentions, he was going to eat her alive. If she was wrong... then she just caused heartbreak to her pregnant friend that was not needed.
A few minutes later, Fred strolled out of the bedroom in sleep pants. "Good morning! Beautiful out today!"
Looking out the window, Angelina saw it raining. "If you say so, Fred."
Grabbing a juice out of the fridge, he nodded. "I do." Looking around, he noticed Hermione wasn't around. "Where is Hermione?"
"Er... she went home."
"Why?" Fred did not like this.
"She said she had work to do..."
"She didn't mention that to me." He sighed, sitting across from Angelina. "Fuck. Do you think she regrets last night? I can't keep doing this. I want to be with her, Ang. Really be with her and if she's run because she regrets being with me... I just don't know how I'd recover from that."
"Fred..." Angelina knew she deserved what was coming. "I think I fucked up."
A/N: The burrow will end up being next chapter. Trying to keep these chapters short and easy to read.
