The two of them dined on the peaches they had helped harvest over the summer for dinner. They squabbled over dishes until each party had reached a stand off, refusing to take their turn. Fred mostly ended the argument when he cracked open a mason jar and just dipped the last clean fork into the jar to stab a slice before putting it in his mouth.
"Mmmm, taste like summer," he hummed.
"Give me that." Her failed swipe at the jar drew an amused grin.
"Ah, say please."
"Fuck off."
"Try again."
She scowled as he skewered another slice, letting it drain before a mischievous smile made its way onto his face. He waited a moment before holding the fork in front of her, his eyes glinting brightly. A plump slice of perfectly ripe peach caught the weak candle light.
"What are you-"
"You better hurry before it drips all over your floor," Fred teased.
Hermione lunged forward just as a syrupy raindrop hit the rug. She quickly closed her mouth around the metal, trying not to let her eyes flutter closed. He was right, it did taste like summer. Warm and inviting with the flavor of memories she was reliving in a new light. She loved summers at the Burrow, with its rolling fields and acres of trees that were perfect for sneaking off to practice in.
Hermione pulled back, trying to glare but judging from the resulting snicker she had failed. He took one for himself, watching her out of the corner of his eyes as he chewed… smugly.
"I'm going to have ants because of you."
"New York doesn't have ants," Fred scoffed. "It has cockroaches."
"You're disgusting!"
"And you're adorable, open up."
She ate too much. The sugary sweetness rolled in her stomach but she still couldn't resist the fork full of fruit he carefully held out to her, his eyes soft and kind. The peaches could be rancid and she would happily swallow them anyway.
"Last one? Do you want it? Even though you made me do all the work."
She laughed even as he handed off the jar.
"I don't believe you gave me much of an option. That probably counts as harassment in some states."
"You are awfully rude to your guest," Fred frowned.
"You are not a guest. You are a vulture who has invaded my home when I mistakenly took pity on you."
"Rude. Give me back that jar. You don't deserve it."
"Nope, it's mine."
Hermione stabbed at the last and largest slice and popped it in her mouth all at once to make a point. She instantly regretted the decision as the incredibly juicy peach burst apart.
"Bite off more than you can chew?" he questioned one eyebrow raised.
"Mmmm mmm."
She shook her head even though she felt like she was drowning in sugar. Still she chewed, refusing to give him the satisfaction. In spite of her best efforts, a little trail of juice leaked out of the corner of her mouth as she swallowed.
"See, deliciou-"
He leaned over, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue rolled around hers, making her sigh as desire pooled hot in her stomach. When he pulled away he lapped lightly at the now smeared syrup at the corner of her mouth.
"You are full of images I will never forget today, aren't you."
She should have had the good sense to blush. Instead she was focused on the smear of stickiness on his chin. Her thin arms looped around his neck and she ran her tongue over his skin, licking away the last of the mess, before taking his lips with enough force he fell backward into the bean bag chair.
She heard the clink of silverware against glass as he swore trying to right himself. She pushed him back down, peppering kisses on his neck and licking at the possessive marks she had made earlier.
"Her- Fuck." His hands gripped at her waist, holding her hips in place as he struggled to speak. "The jar- Ants."
"I hate this rug anyway," she breathed against his lips before sinking down to ravish them. She squeaked when he flipped them over, cushioning her head as he guided her back.
"You taste like peaches," he groaned, tugging off her sweater. The last candle they allotted themselves for the night flickered out, leaving them in absolute darkness.
(((Smut)))
Not deterred by the lack of light he licked his way down her skin, pausing to nip at his mark before dropping to circle his tongue around her nipple in the way he had discovered she liked. The the heat of his body pulled away and disappeared into the darkness.
She glanced around in confusion for only a moment before his hands fanned across her stomach, quieting her worry. Practiced fingers pulled lightly at the sleep shorts she had selected after their shower. It was far too cold for them, but Fred had insisted and she couldn't deny him anything when he gave her that look.
"These are far too short to be considered clothing."
His voice wrapped around her, drawing heat down her spine as her hands searched for him. There was a moment when she felt his skin, before her hand was gently moved away.
"Shh, just lay back for a second. I owe you one."
She was so hypnotized by his voice she barely noticed what was going on until he was gently guiding her legs open.
"Oh I don't really…"
"Really what?" His voice was somewhere above her.
"Well, I just don't like it that much."
She jumped when he nipped at her thigh, drawing a low moan from her chest.
"Hmmm. I have never met a person who doesn't prefer it, even compared to my fingers. Are you sure it was done right?"
"It just-" her voice caught he blew across her sex. "Takes awhile and isn't that good."
"Humor me," he mumbled into the skin just below her stomach as he licked his way to her hip bone and back.
"But-" she hissed when his fingers fluttered briefly over her core. "A-alright."
She bit her lip, wishing she could see what he was doing as he settled between her thighs. Wide shoulders worked her thighs wider, forcing her open to accommodate his boyd. His skin slid against hers but it was all but impossible to tell where-
Hermione jumped as he placed a kiss directly on her clit. She let herself relax as he licked lazily around the flesh, occasionally running the flat of his tongue from her entrance to the top of her slit. It was nice but-
Her yelp cut through the air when he sucked at her, sending a jolt of pleasure clawing at her spine. She could feel him smile against her, glad he couldn't see the blush she felt warming her cheeks.
"Oh," she sighed as his tongue flicked against her again, suddenly much more confident than before.
"Just give me a second to figure you out and there will be much more of that."
He returned to his work, lapping and flicking at her clit until her hands were clawing at the carpet. Without breaking pace he drew one of her hands up to rest in his hair, encouraging her to wrap the silk strands around her fingers.
She mewled hopelessly as he fluttered over her, pulling and sucking until she was sure she was yanking on his hair to the point of pain. Hey body shook violently, moaning in disappointment every time he brought her close then pulled back to kiss down her thigh or hip.
"Please Fred. I can't take much more of this."
"Hm? I thought you didn't like it."
"I was-" he returned to her with a litany of aggressive licks and sucks, occasionally letting his teeth just barely brush against the swollen bud. "Wrong. Wrong. So very very wrong."
A firm tounge fluttered over her, pitching her to the very edge once again but this time shoving her off so quickly she hadn't even had the chance to think. She was sure he was laughing but all she could feel was the hot rush of pleasure that swept her away as she fell apart. Her eyes screwed shut even though it was pointless. She screamed silently as if her voice box had forgotten how to make noise while all the rest of the muscles in her body contracted. When she was finally able to breath again slumped against the carpet, releasing his head from where it was trapped between her thighs. Quick spasms shot through her body as he took a few more indulgent licks, before pulling away.
"Fuck, you taste addictive," he groaned, panting against her thigh. "Think you can give me another one?"
She squeaked, barely able to form coherent sentences in her current state.
"I… you didn't… but-"
"Something you needed, Doll?"
"You didn't… go inside at all."
"Did you want me to?" his voice took on that low tone that sent shivers up her spine. She was sure the look he was giving her would have her melting apart. As her body came down she was suddenly aware of an odd sort of ache. The need to be filled clawing at her insides.
"I..."
"Hmmmm."
He lapped at her over sensitive sex again causing her to yank him up by his hair to crash her lips against his. He groaned into her mouth tasting of her and peaches. She guided him onto his back, stumbling through the darkness as she peeled off his jeans while he pulled off his shirt.
"Why do I even bother getting dressed?"
"A waste of resources really," she agreed, settling back against him with a satisfied sigh. She bucked her hips lightly, letting his length slide down her sex as the bubble of heat in her stomach quickened.
"You're going to have to help me with this," she breathed, rocking against him.
"Doing a damn good job on your own," He groaned as he placed his hand on her hips, guiding her up while he lined himself up against her.
"I should really play with you a bit-"
She cut him off by bringing her hips down swiftly. A bit too swiftly judging from the heady mix of pain and pleasure as she stretched around him. He didn't seem to notice as his hands shook against her hip bones, groaning her name softly. With much more careful motions she pulled back, taking just a bit more at a time until she was safely slotted against him. She took the moment to adjust, wondering if she could just sit there forever.
"And that would be why. Too damn tight," he panted, running his hands up and down her thigh before pulling hers forward to rest on his chest, "You're going to kill me if you just keep sitting there."
"I don't-" she raised her hips up moaning in time with him before sinking down again.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he hissed. He rested the flat of his hand at the base of her spine, angling her forward. Her weight shifted to her hands, pressing against his chest.
"But I'll hurt-"
"Hang on, I'll show you." His fingers skipped back to her hips. "Ready?"
She nodded before she remembered he couldn't see her.
"Ready."
His grip guided her forwards in a rolling motion that was less up and down and more rocking forwards and back. His hand slipped behind her back encouraging her to angle more sharply against him. She begrudgingly did so and was instantly rewarded by a sharp bolt of pressure as her clit rubbed against him.
"That's it. Just like that. God, Hermione."
She felt the pressure picking up as his hips jerked up to meet hers, falling into an easy rhythm. Her knees were getting rug burned and the light tinge of pain just fed deliciously into it all. In very short order she was twitching around him, her pace stuttering when she felt that tightness inside her begging to be released.
"I'm going to-"
"Don't stop, Doll. Give me another. I love how you feel coming around me."
She jerked her hips erratically, chasing something just out of the corner of her eye before it all rushed up. Her second orgasm was not silent and hit her with the force of a freight train leaving her shuttering and gasping for breath. Fred still pulled her hips forward finding his own release as he drove up into her, gripping at her ass.
(((smut end)))
She fell against him, letting him pull her to the side and tuck her under his arm. The rug was scratchy and a bit sticky near her feet but she was still floating in absolute bliss. He tucked her hair behind her ear before falling back with a deep exhale of air.
"God, I swear there will be nothing left of me when I leave here," Fred groaned kissing her lips softly.
It was a joke but it sounded just the tiniest bit bittersweet to Hermione. She curled against him lying to herself that she was the only one who thought so.
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"What about this one?" She inhaled sharply as his tongue ran over the thick white scar trailing from her shoulder to her breast bone.
They woke late again, the lack of blaring trumpets and maracas indicating the continuation of the worst black out New York had seen since 2003. According to Harry, none of the electric crews could get out to try to figure out what blew half the transformers in the borough . After that call, Fred had made the executive decision to pull her back to bed and spend the morning having sex for breakfast. Afterwards he had seemingly made it his goal to lick every inch of her body.
"Hmmm, that one was from the time your brother and Harry got way too drunk with me and we had to sneak them back into the academy without getting found out. We tried to get to the roof by breaking into the abandoned building across the street. The old suspension catwalk gave out just as Harry shouldered open the skylight. A tension wire caught me across the chest and wrapped around Ron's arm."
"I remember that one. Mom went back and forth between screaming at him and crying for three hours." He hovered over her, grabbing her right wrist and pressing an open mouth kiss along the long faded burn mark that extended from her wrist halfway up her forearm. "And this one."
"That was from the time Harry was too busy staring at your sister to realize his milk was about to boil over. I knocked him out of the way before it fell down his chest but caught my arm on the machine."
He smiled, his eyes lazy and kind as he kissed the small white scratches on her knuckles.
"This one?"
She smirked.
"That's from when I punched Malfoy freshman year when he said I slept my way into the school."
Fred laughed, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She let her hands run over him, trying to chart every inch of his skin while she still could. The snow was already easing up and she could almost make out the building across the street. He would definitely be able to head home tomorrow, maybe even tonight.
Her fingers danced over his chest, wishing she could press hard enough to leave her fingerprint on his very soul. Instead she sighed, letting them rest of the tiny raised flecks peaking around his ribs and covering his back. His chest shook as he noticed.
"You were there for that one."
She remembered the day clearly. She had just exited a class on music theory when the building shook. Hermione had rushed down stairs only to find the wall collapsed into the hall and a mangled hunk of metal that once was a hot water heater still billowing steam from it's pipes. She darted into the classroom on the other side, tripping over rock and shattered glass. George was in pieces, ripping the rubble from Fred's unconscious form in sheer panic. She joined him, her own hands streaked with blood as she ripped at the jagged concrete. By the time the paramedics had shown up George had clutched his twin to his chest, in pained silence.
Fred was so injured that they weren't sure he was going to make it and George didn't move from his side for ten days, his cello sang a mournful tune through the hospital calling for its other half. On the eleventh, Fred woke, surrounded by family and friends with a joke about being too hot to handle.
It was terrifying then but looking back on it now it felt like a hole had been ripped out of her chest. She pulled her fingers away as if they were burned, burying herself into his chest to listen to his heart beat. She couldn't explain the silent tears dripping down her cheeks.
"Hermione? It's not that ugly is it?"
"No of course not... I just- Just let me lay like this?"
Fred's breathing halted and she felt his jaw tighten for a moment.
"Anytime, Doll. Whatever you want."
He pulled her closer, petting over her curls and humming. The sound vibrated through his rib cage, transferring through her cheek until the irrational tears stopped falling. Maybe it was a good thing he was leaving. This was all getting to be too much, too real. She needed some distance to center herself again.
"Sorry," she laughed weakly, sitting up to wipe the tears from his skin and her cheeks. He pushed up from the mattress, trailing a hand softly down her jaw.
"Don't worry about it. Are you okay?"
"Don't worry about it," she tried to force a laugh but it was hollow and pathetic sounding.
"Hermione, love?"
"Don't." She couldn't listen to that soft tone as he said that word. "I'm fine really. Just a bit crazy from being stuck inside."
"That's fair," he conceded, taking her hand in his. His face still looked worried but he didn't pry. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Expand this glorified water closet to something I can dance in?"
"I do not have the power to bend space-time. Sorry." He pulled up her hand and kissed her fingers softly before offering her a goofy grin. "I can give you another orgasm if you'd like."
That drew a real laugh from her as she tugged her hand away.
"Keep that up and I'll never let you leave. I could chain you to the pipes like George suggested."
"I've created a monster." He closed his eyes and nodded solemnly before cracking one eye open. "And she's really kinky."
"Fred!" She squealed, throwing herself and him back onto the mattress kissing along the thick layer of stubble growing out on his neck.
"Have mercy please." He kissed her soundly, letting the last of her fear trickled away. "I cannot continue to feel your endless appetites."
"Oh yes" she hummed against his lips. "You clearly don't want this."
He growled grinding her hips down against him. She shivered, her body already responding even though they had barely finished a half hour ago.
"Careful there, Doll. That's a dangerous game you play." He kissed her one last time before guiding her off of him. "You go ahead and shower, I'll give this whole coffee thing another shot now that I know how to use the weird sieve thing."
She scooted off toward the shower, leaning into him when he ran a hand down her bare back and around her ass. His eyes darkened before he shook his head and turned back to the kitchen.
She shut the door behind her, checking her phone that now lived on the charger, just in case.
George (9:32 am) Hey Fred. Call me.
George(9:34 am) That was rude. Hermione. Have Fred call me.
George(9:34 am) No seriously this is big.
George (9:35 am) Can't you tell? I'm up before ten. Massive I say!
Harry (11:10 am) Looks like it's lightening up. Some plows were able to get out.
Harry (11:46 am) Ginny wants to know if you prefer carnations or sunflowers.
Harry( 12:02 pm) Hermione? Did your phone die?"
Missed call: Harry 12:13pm
Harry (1:32 pm) How in the hell aren't you awake yet?
Malfoy(6:23 am) That's it. Come to my place in Manhattan. And you better have not been eating because you were bored, you are fat enough as is.
She responded as to the various messages encroaching on her perfect isolated little world with a frown. Malfoy got a snippy reply telling him that the subways were closed and the last place on the planet she wanted to be was stuck in a house with him. After that she turned the device off before slipping into the shower.
By the time she exited Fred was sitting with his legs crossed on the counter, his case open next to him and some scattered reams of sheet music pinned against the side of the fridge.
"Hey."
He offered her a cup of mostly drinkable coffee as she glanced around the room. He had piled the bean bags on top of the book cases and picked everything up off the floor for some reason.
"Hey yourself. Any reason you felt like redecorating?"
"Cabin fever?" he suggested with a shrug. "I may not have the power of the universe, but I think I can do some manual labor to give you a bit of room to dance. I know it's not perfect but I found your sheet music for the Rite of Spring and thought I could play a bit for you."
"That's piano music though."
"I'm pretty sure I can stumble my way through." He wiggled his fingers at her. "Genius remember."
Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced around the small 15 by 15 foot space trying to work it out in her head. She would have to cut at least half the routine and certainly all the difficult moves like the grand jete. But it was better than nothing, plus the power was still out. She grabbed her shoes from the bag hanging by her door and slipped them on.
"I'd love to… if you don't mind."
"Anything you want love," he whispered, tucking the rest of his violin under his chin. "Anything at all."
To his credit he didn't slip. It wasn't perfect. She could tell he was making up parts that were missing notes and completely going off script when the instruments didn't harmonize, but he was still able to keep the theme of the piece. When she asked him to restart or go over a section he had just finished, he did so without complaint. They practiced well into sundown before she noticed the day had been eaten away and his hands were trembling.
She gasped and pulled him from the counter, all but throwing him into a bean bag chair.
"I'm so sorry. I lost track of time."
"I can tell," he chuckled.
Fred rubbed his neck and tried to hide a wince. She slapped his hands away and settled on the floor behind him, her muscles pleased by the warm up after a few days rest. She attacked his shoulders and neck with practiced hands, rubbing the tension out of them until his head lulled back to stare at her with half hooded eyes. It was their last day together and she had wasted it, giving it over to ballet at the first opportunity to present itself. The thought served as a stark reminder of why it was important that he was heading home tomorrow.
"I will absolutely be your sex slave if I can get you to do this once a day," Fred groaned unaware of her inner monologue.
Hermione smiled and shook her head, leaning forward slightly to rub out his chest as well. She recognized the way the muscles twitched under her touches from grueling days of practice. He must have been exhausted.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Moving to his side, she grabbed his hands lightly, working into the thick muscle of his palm. Even with his calluses she could see the tiny drops of blood welling up on his fingers.
"I just loved watching you dance. Couldn't help myself," he mumbled.
"Stupid boy."
She kissed him anyway, milking the tension away from his tendons. Tomorrow she would- No she wouldn't. Because tomorrow he had to go home. She set his hands in his lap, leaning back on her toes, her muscles reminding her of the lack of a cool down stretches. He groaned, his eyes creaking open.
"Mmmmm," he hummed. "Too jello to think of a clever response right now."
She moved to the center of the carpet, stretching out her body and reaffirming her range of motion. After a while she realized he was staring, his eyes tracking each movement hungrily.
"Can I help you?" she asked primly, leaning on the bookshelf as she stretched her leg above her.
"I forgot how flexible you are."
"That's part of the whole ballet thing. Grace... Flexibility… unhealthy obsession."
"I find it… inspiring." A dangerous little smile wound its way onto his lips. She let her leg fall back into place, switching it out for the other.
"I'm not touching you until you take a proper rest," she chided. Despite her tone, she was still unable to hide her pleased smile. "Go shower and then we will talk after dinner."
"Is it dinner time already?" he questioned rising to a stand with a groan. She glanced out the window into the darkness.
"I don't know. Probably?"
"Fine fine." Fred shook out his shoulders, not even bothering to wait until he entered the bathroom before peeling off his shirt. He shot a dark look over her shoulder that she felt in her toes. "Don't think I am done with you yet, Granger. I have barely begun to consider the possibilities."
The bathroom door shut with a click and she heard the water kick on. She waited until she heard him groan as the spray hit him before exhaling softly. She placed a hand on her hip and stared at the wood as he hummed Dance of the Earth, the sound echoing through the air.
She smiled to herself. He had a wonderful singing voice.
Notes:
Grand jete:
THEE ballet jump. It requires leaping into the air and pulling the dancer's legs into a perfect split midair. In addition, the body must be turned toward the balcony, toes must be pointed and face but be serene. It requires a lot of flexibly and without proper conditioning can result in injury or loss of ability.
Violin rest:
The little black part on the bottom where players tuck their chins to hold the instrument while they play.
Piano vs Violin:
Sheet music is specific to the instrument played. You cannot pick up a piece of piano sheet music and play it on your trumpet. However, if you can read it and know what the piano should sound like you can infer what your instrument should should like in return. That being said it is very difficult to sight read music (play off of sheet music you haven't heard or practiced before), let alone infer your own instrument from it as well.
Dance of the Earth
A scene from the Rite of Spring in which Spring is celebrated and people dance and couple before the second act (depicting the death of Spring) begins.