Fred straddled the witch's waist, pinning her arms over her head with one hand. He used his free hand to undo the buttons of her shirt until the two sides of fabric fell open. Using one finger, he traced a line on her skin from navel to neck, giving her a small smile as she squirmed beneath him. She stared at his face and lifted her hips up suddenly, but Fred remained in control and in balance.

"In a hurry?" he asked, licking his lips.

"It's not like you to close up shop, even for this. What would George say?"

"Don't worry about my brother," he said, his eyes darkening, nuzzling her breasts with his nose, kissing her gently, slowly making his way up to her neck with his soft kisses. When he reached her mouth, she was biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud. He laughed and then captured her mouth with his, bearing down on her with his hips at the same time. She had no option but to cry out as he released her wrists and put that hand on her back, bringing her closer.

She drew her arms down, putting them around Fred's neck, bringing him even closer if that were possible. They were both breathless as they finished their intense kiss. "You're being reckless. George would not approve."

"You love me reckless."

"I do, but –"

"George won't be back for several days."

"What about the customers?"

"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing and check on them?" As he said the words, he sat up on his knees and made to climb off her, but her hands unfastening his trouser belt was enough to stop him. "Something interesting in there?" He smirked.

"Maybe," she said with a thin smile. He watched her tongue come out briefly and lick her dry lips as she slid out of her robes, and he followed her lead until they were both shed of their clothes and once more entwined.

When Fred eventually moved beside her, he rested his arms around her slim waist, head on her shoulder, leaving feathery kisses there. She touched his cheek with a soft fingertip and wondered out loud. "Fred," she began. "Why won't you tell George about us? Are you...embarrassed about us?"

He lifted his head. "Embarrassed? No, of course not." He smiled. "I'm only embarrassed by how I feel." He was looking her in the eye. "I love you."

She was taken aback by his admission. Fred Weasley did not fall in love – he fell in bed. She didn't know what to think except that it must be true. She knew that he wouldn't say that just to get her into his bed. He knew she would come readily to his bed like she had for the past six months. He began to kiss her neck and caress her back, working his way to her curves in the front. She put her hands in his hair, and he put his lips on hers, sweetly and softly, becoming more intense. Neither of them heard the bedroom door open. Neither of them heard the bag drop to the floor with a thud. Neither of them heard the low sound of a gasp.

They eventually heard, "What in Merlin's pants are you doing in my bed?"

The witch beneath Fred breathed out a tiny embarrassed gasp, and Fred slowly lifted himself slightly, still hiding her from view as he turned to his brother with genuine surprise. "My room's a mess, and you're not supposed to be back for at least a week."

"You're supposed to be in the shop making money."

"I was taking a break."

"A break? Where's Verity? She could've minded the shop while you were up here…"

"Verity's busy," he said quietly, and then he moved aside so George could see their beautiful blonde assistant beneath him, his body conveniently hiding her nakedness.

George's mouth opened in astonishment. "Oh. Well, then, I guess I'll go down and re-open, and you two can…um…carry on, then." As he turned to leave, he tossed something at Fred. "Next time use your own bed, and hang this on the door."

"An old sock?"

"It's an old sock that repels visitors away from your door when you're…engaged. That way if you forget to lock the door, no one can barge in on you. They had a ton of them at the convention in Paris. Remember, the convention I was attending while you minded the shop."

Author's Notes: Thank you to gelsey for proof-reading (I'm a bit comma happy).