(Side note: The Weasley family has an unused barn now. You're welcome).
The next twenty-two hours after the late night encounter were unbearably long and uncomfortable for Hermione. During breakfast, the two made a silent agreement to pretend that nothing had happened. They didn't need anyone knowing their best kept, admittedly dirty, secret. Hermione played the role of "calm and collected" exceedingly well right up until Fred gave her one of his devilish winks when no one else was looking. It nearly unraveled her, and she had to find an excuse to leave the table. Afternoon meant "relaxing" at the Burrow while the twins tended to their shop and everyone else led their busy lives. When she learned Fred and George were not making it to dinner, she was disappointed but figured that what happened the night before would leave her with enough excitement to last a while. Never had her mind been so detached from her surroundings, but reliving every word and touch was certainly better than thinking about the unsettling state of their world.
As Hermione lay awake in bed, her hand drifted downward, tempted to indulge a little by imagining what might have happened if Ron hadn't interrupted. Fate had a different plan for her night though as she noticed tiny pieces of paper suddenly emerging from under the bedroom door. As they merged together, the message grew clear.
"Hope you're not asleep! Meet me in the barn and you'll be officially granted access into Fort Weasley."
Fort Weasley? Hermione was not only intrigued by the sentence, but was also stunned that he apparated just to see her. She glanced across the room to check on Ginny who was already snoozing in bed, bundled up in a thick pile of blankets. Sneaking out was the risk she had to take if she wanted time alone with Fred, even if it meant waking his little sister. Hurriedly, Hermione tossed her covers aside and placed her feet down quietly on the cold, wooden floorboards. Tiptoeing across the room caused several tiny squeaks here and there, but after a few seconds she emerged from the bedroom, coat in hand and Ginny still asleep.
When the frigid, March wind hit her face, she questioned whether or not meeting in a barn at night was the best idea. The aging barn door groaned as she opened it, revealing nothing but darkness inside. Hermione grew concerned and placed her hand over the wand in her coat pocket. In any other circumstance, she would not be exploring alone at night, but for Fred, she'd do nearly anything. Anxiety rose inside her chest as she began to picture a variety of dangers lurking about until a warm, familiar voice called out to her.
"Welcome, Granger. You're just in time."
Dozens of glass lanterns lit suddenly, illuminating only the hayloft where her tall, note-sender stood. She sighed with relief and climbed the ladder to meet him. As she reached the top step, he extended a hand.
"Need some help there?" He asked, beaming down at her with his characteristic grin.
"Just a little," she replied, grabbing his hand for support. Hermione needed no help at all, but took the opportunity just to touch him. Fred pulled her upwards until she was on her feet, then let go of her hand to slide his to her lower back. As she steadied herself, she noticed he had set up a blanket, pillows, lanterns, and what looked to be several game boards across the floor of the hayloft.
"Welcome to what used to be "Fort Weasley" - a clubhouse belonging to me and Georgie back in the day. Mum and dad let us have this as our own space…looking back, I think they just wanted us out of the house for a while!"
Upon closer inspection, Hermione noticed several child drawings on the walls depicting explosions and two laughing stick figures. "I can definitely tell this belonged to you and George. I figure this was a very exclusive fort?"
Fred chuckled. "Oh yes, little Ronald was so upset he couldn't join the big boys up here. We'd transfigure the ladder so he wouldn't climb it."
He took a seat on the blanket, beckoning her to join him. She hesitated. "It's a bit cold out here, Fred. We shouldn't stay for long."
With a flick of his wand, a nearby lantern doubled in size, taking on the new form of a giant outdoor heater. The redhead glanced back at her with a look of accomplishment. He patted the plaid blanket, adding, "Come here, I don't bite."
Hermione bit her lip, trying to contain a full smile. "I know that's a lie."
She obliged his request, feeling the butterflies in her stomach start up once again.
"I know this place isn't fancy, but it'll give us some space from the rest," he said, removing his jacket. He was wearing a long sleeve blue shirt which clung to his form, exposing the firm muscles that were built up over time from Quidditch training. Hermione was eager to feel them.
"Where does George think you are right now? You can't expect me to believe that he's asleep." Hermione stated.
Fred leaned back and reclined on his elbows, obviously not concerned. "Don't worry about him. George and I are the best secret keepers, you see. We mainly keep secrets from everyone else, but we have a rule with each other. If he says to trust him and not ask any questions until he tells me what's going on, I'll respect that and cover for him, no matter what. And he does the same for me."
Hermione was in awe at their level of trust, but far from surprised. Ron and Harry would drive her mad with questions if she tried to do the same with them. "That definitely takes a lot of trust."
"Or maybe he just knows to not question his slightly older yet significantly more attractive twin." Fred gloated.
Hermione gave him a firm whack on his arm. He laughed and pulled her close to him. They kissed lightly at first, but found that deepening the kiss was far more appealing. Their tongues moved rhythmically against each other as their hands explored. Fred broke away momentarily to add, "We do have board games in case you want to play."
She smirked, eyes growing dark with desire. "I do want to play…just not with those."
Without delay, Fred kissed her, pushing her down gently to a lying position, while he rested on his side. Hermione grasped the back of his neck and played with hair. Soon, his fingers found the bottom of her shirt, just as they had done a night ago before their interruption. His fingertips met the soft skin of her stomach and she gasped.
"I'm sorry, is that okay?" he asked, with a worried look on his face.
"Yes! I'm fine, your hands are just cold, that's all. Don't stop."
Fred's fingers might've been cold, but by him caressing her bare stomach, a fire was ignited within her. Hermione kissed him with increased vigor, silently asking for more. He understood and moved his hand to her breast where he made the discovery that she wasn't wearing a bra. Fred broke away grinning, then moved his mouth to her neck. Her nipple was hard and growing more sensitive as he swirled it in circles with his fingers.
"Oh!" she moaned, a little louder than she had wanted.
This encouraged him to go quicker, adding in tiny pinches every few moments. He moved to her other breast and repeated these motions. Hermione was growing impatient and hungry to have him closer to her.
"Fred, get on top of me," Hermione instructed, slightly out of breath.
He didn't hesitate and repositioned himself between her legs, hovering slightly over her. As she desired to do before, she ran her hands across his arms, squeezing his firm muscles. After their kissing and caressing continued for what felt like hours, she involuntarily raised her hips, causing them to press against his. They both let out a sigh at the contact. In that position, she could feel how hard she was making him, and how he rubbed her in exactly the right spot on her aching core. Hermione wrapped her leg over his hip, unwilling to let go of this new sensation. She grinded against him, this time intentionally. Fred broke away from her mouth and groaned, whispering a swear under his breath.
He brought his lips to her ear, "Oy, be still for a moment."
Disappointed, she stopped moving beneath him. He removed himself from on top of her to lay on his side once more. Fred began to kiss her once more, bringing his hand to her lower stomach. After a few seconds, she felt his fingers slide down to rest on the waistband of her pants. Hermione gasped, knowing this was his way of asking for permission to tread lower. She kissed him eagerly, biting his bottom lip. Ever so lightly, he trailed his hands underneath her pants until his long fingers found her thinly clothed yet highly sensitive area. It was then that he pressed firmly against her, mercilessly swirling his thumb in tiny circles.
Hermione moaned loudly, her nails digging into his arm. Of course she had done this to herself before but it had never felt nearly as good. It only took a few moments of him pleasuring her before her wetness started to seep through her panties. She didn't simply want him - she craved him and his touches that unleashed her wildness. His motions began to slow and he brought his fingers to her waistband again.
"May I?" Fred asked, his voice husky and lust filled.
"Please," she quietly pleaded. She was desperate to truly be touched there. Hermione slid off her pajama pants to give him easier access.
Fred obeyed and slipped his hand past her panties, touching her clit directly. He repeated his actions from before slowly before picking up the pace.
"Merlin, Fred, that's incredible," she gasped. He grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead, still focusing on his task. Her breathing grew heavy and she continued to moan. Nothing and no one could possibly beat this feeling Fred was giving her.
"You're so wet, love," he whispered into her ear. His pleasant circles slowed once again, but he wasn't finished. She could feel him outlining the edges of her extremely wet entrance. "Want me to go a bit further?"
Hermione grew slightly nervous, worried if the feeling of his fingers inside her would hurt, but she nodded, curious to experience it for at least a few seconds. Slowly, he slipped a long, thin finger into her warmth. Her face was crinkled, expecting pain, however she felt nothing of the sort. Instead, her body relaxed and welcomed the feeling. As he moved it in and out tentatively, she noticed that if he went in deep, he would hit a certain pleasurable spot that resonated throughout her entire body. She bucked her hips upwards, encouraging him to go on. Fred picked up the pace and added an additional finger, making her moan even more loudly than before. When he used his other hand to swirl her clit, she was becoming completely undone. Self-control be damned.
After mere moments, her breathing became shallow and fast as a familiar pressure built up inside of her.
"Oh, Fred! I think I'm…" she screamed, however she was unable finish her sentence as strong spasms of pleasure and release washed over. Hermione gripped his arm desperately, and he continued his ministrations, letting her enjoy the moment for as long as she needed. Finally, after what felt like eternity, she came down from her high, breath normalizing and her eyes opening. Indulgence like never before.
"That was…unbelievable," she whispered.
He pulled his fingers from her with a grin on his face. "And you're an unbelievably sexy witch."
She might have received her own pleasure and climax, but Hermione certainly wasn't done with him yet.
"Fred?" She asked innocently.
"Hmm?" The redhead responded, sounding concerned.
"Your turn."
End of Ch 2
