A lot of things had been a whirlwind in Fred and Millicent's courtship, but none were quite as windy as Fabian's cottage. The little cottage was one story, painted white but the paint was flaking off in several places due to wind and sand erosion. The shutters were black, still intact due to the fact that they were made of plastic. Sounds of wind and waves crashing on the shore thundered in Fred and Millicent's ears as they pushed their way past the muggle car parked out front and onto the sturdy wooden stairs that led to a screened in porch.

Fred pushed the screen door open and ushered Millicent through. Thunder rumbled in the sky followed by the sizzling crack of lightening. Sighing, he smiled at her, "Happy Honeymoon, love."

Millicent laughed, running her hand over the clean, simple deck furniture that had been arranged for them. It was a homey little cottage but definitely crème de la crème for location. The sand was heavy and damp now, but even as it stood, it was the palest white she had ever seen. She couldn't wait to see it when the weather was nice.

Opening the door, he stopped Millicent before she walked in. Ears tingeing pink, he reached over and swept her off her feet. "It's tradition."

"Oh," Millicent gasped; she had not been expecting that. She wrapped her arms around Fred as he walked through the door and set her down on the other side. Looking confused, she cocked her head, "What kind of tradition was that?"

Fred shrugged, "Don't know, Da just told me to try it." He nudged her, "Says it's a surefire way to get laid."

Millicent laughed as he closed the door behind her, "Fred, my love, you were getting laid anyway." Bringing her hand up, she ran it through his dark red hair, "Now, are you going to keep your wife waiting or are you going to take me to bed?"

"Married a few hours and nagging me already!" Fred pretended to look angry but failed miserably; a sultry smile continued to plague him until he gave up and let it play on his face.

She started to slip the beautiful ivory robes off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful creamy skin to the dim light of the cottage.

Striding toward the bedroom, as there was only one in the cottage, she let the robes drop off of her shoulders until she was left in the lacy underthings she had started the day off in. The bedroom was pained in a soft baby blue, adorned with shells and paintings of the sea. It was…perfect. But one could be sure that Fred wasn't thinking about the room at this moment, he was thinking only about the beautiful woman in his bed…his wife.

Pressing a kiss to her mouth, he let his hands rove her body. "God, Millicent, you're so beautiful," He whispered, "You make me crazy!"

Her hands came up to undo the buttons on his dress robes; someone had obviously been thinking on their feet when they put far less buttons on dress robes. It made it infinitely easier to take them off than regular robes; in a few quick movements, Fred was blissfully naked. Somehow he had also lost his underwear…but nobody was going to speculate on how that actually occurred.

"You make me crazy too, love," She said, her voice raspy with passion. Fred had removed her bra and was slowly trailing hot, wet kisses down her breasts. Moaning, she tangled her fingers in his hair. It became harder and harder to hold on as he began to kiss lower, pressing kisses to the valley between her breasts and then to the dip of her belly button. He was moving lower and she couldn't help but panting.

Her nails on his back and his shoulders, and the taste of her in his mouth were making him wild with need. Still, he wanted to touch her, to taste her the way no other man ever had and no other man ever would. His tongue darted into the silky folds of her and he grinned as she cried out. Drawing the dampened panties away from her, he threw them way from them and continued his oral exploration.

"Fred," Millicent whined, "Please, please." There was no rhyme or reason to her pleas but Fred knew what she wanted of him. At another time, he might've prolonged the pleasure and taken her with his mouth but his own erection was becoming so tight that he felt he might explode right there.

The room was spinning, Millicent knew it was. And yet, she never felt as firm as secure as she did with Fred with her, like this. His tongue inside the most secret place inside of her nearly broke her, but what he was doing with his mouth now seemed to be every worse.

Fred trailed kisses back up her body, starting with her toes and moving up to kiss the dimpled flesh beneath her knee. He gasped in his own pleasure as he kissed her inner thighs and heard her whimpering his name again. He wanted his name to be the only name…she was his now, for better or for worse, forevermore. Mouth pressing to her abdomen, then back up her ribs to her breasts, he felt urgency driving him. She was soaking wet only for him.

Arching back off the bed, she almost missed her own voice, "I love you." For once, those words didn't ruin the mood. Fred pressed his fevered flesh to hers and entered her slowly, languidly as if he had all the time in the world…when they both knew, he did not.

A groan escaped his lips and he reveled in the feeling of her, tight and wet around him. She was perfect, the strongest aphrodisiac that there ever was. He thrust into her, reveling in the chorus of moans that the two of them made. There were little shockwaves happening to her, little mini-orgasms that nearly made him explode inside of her but he was determined to ride out the pain-pleasure and come when she did. Fair was fair, after all.

Her world was swimming in a haze of pleasure, the ache of need was strong within her belly and she raked her nails down his back. That was all it took, Fred moved harder and faster into her until the pressure exploded, sending her shattering and sprawling in orgasm.

As soon as the tremors overtook her, Fred felt the power of his own orgasm shoot up his back into her brain. With a gruff moan, he burst inside of her.

Everything blurred for several minutes. There was nothing and no one but him and her. Heart beats found rhythm, breathing was labored and sweat poured off both of them.

In the distant recesses of her mind, Millicent remembered vaguely looking up at him and whispering, "Want to go again?"

But, that, was a Weasley legend that none of the family ever cared to dispute…after all, it was the first night of the honeymoon. They were expected to celebrate…

Millicent wasn't sure if she and Fred got up that first morning after their wedding. Most of their activities had been heavily reliant on the bed and the shower. Besides, what was the use going to the beach when it was still cloudy and overcast? On their second day, though, it was a beautiful day.

Rolling over, Fred found that Millicent had already gotten up for the day. Groaning, he blinked against the harsh Californian sunlight. The smell of sausage made his stomach growl loudly. "Millie," He called, "You know we have house elves for that, right?"

Laughing, she continued to cook the sausage, "I'd rather do it myself. I don't like relying so heavily on the house elves. I'm perfectly capable of cooking some sausage and pancakes."

Going to the little muggle refrigerator, he pulled out a carton of what he assumed was some kind of pumpkin juice, "Juice?"

"I prefer milk with my syrupy pancakes," She answered and pointed to the two places set at the cozy little table. Millicent understood now why Fabian would keep a property out here in the most unromantic place in the world: America. But this little cottage was proof enough that romance existed here…that, and the fierce ache between her thighs.

Nodding, he poured himself a glass of orange juice and sniffed at it before downing a gulp. "Hey, this isn't half bad," He said and took another drink. "You got it all covered there?"

Millicent set the plate of pancakes on the center of the table along with the dish of sausages, "Perfect." Sitting down across from him, she took a swig before digging into the food before them. She was ravenous beyond belief; usually, she didn't even eat breakfast, this was a rarity in and of itself. But still, she didn't think it strange after all the calories she and Fred had burned off.

With one bite, he sighed, "This is bloody amazing, Millie, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, sharing the occasional smile when their hands brushed over the butter dish or when Fred insisted on cleaning up because she had cooked. Everything seemed perfect…until Fred went to get dressed that was.

"Uh…hey Millie," He called, walking out of the bedroom. "You do know that there's nothing in these drawers but lingerie and swimming suits, right?"

Millicent walked calmly into the bedroom, "You're joking, right? Tell me this is a prank, Fred." She groaned as Fred started pulling out everything in the drawer. Molly Weasley had set them up! "I swear, I actually packed underwear on this trip."

Chuckling, Fred shook his head, "I believe you." Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed a kiss to her lips, "Then again, why do you need underwear when you have this lace thing?" He picked up a piece of cloth that looked unfit to cover one of her legs, let alone her entire body. Holding her closer, he sighed, "Don't be mad at her, she probably though she was doing something nice."

Shaking her head, Millie laughed, "I'm not mad. I'm merely wondering where your mother got the idea that I needed these to entice you."

"You don't," He winked at her, "But why not keep them? You can never have too many…" he picked up a scrap of silk fabric and shrugged, "whatever the bloody hell this is." Pulling back, he ran a hand over her slightly dampened hair, "Come on, I'll make you forget about it." Giggling, she let him pull her back into bed.

Take that, Molly, they didn't need skimpy lingerie and fancy wines to loosen up their sex drives. As it stood, Fred and Millicent were doing just fine all on their own.

By the end of the week, the honeymoon was definitely over. Millicent found that shagging Fred all day and night was taking a toll on her health; her body was sore and she had started feeling nauseous frequently, especially late at night when Fred had passed out for the night. At first she thought it was a little flu, after all, she was feeling slightly barmy at the wedding; what she needed was some rest and relaxation now that she was back in London. At least she'd have the day to recover before going home to Fred.

Fred had been sad to leave the comfort and seclusion of the cottage but, alas, the real-world was calling. He had a new job waiting for him at the Daily Prophet and, honeymoon or not, he couldn't extend the trip. He also noticed that Millicent had been feeling a little ill. Once, he had awoken from a dead sleep when he heard her retching in the bathroom; he rode it off as food poisoning or something, they had eaten fish in muggle California after all, it wasn't impossible.

Monday morning rolled around with fury and five in the morning was a horrid time to have to wake up. Snow came down in sheets, pelting the windows of Millicent's…no, Fred and Millicent's apartment.

Rolling over, Fred nearly cried when he found a hot cup of coffee on the bedside table. He took the cup and took a long, greedy sip. Sighing, he let a sleepy smile play over his face; Millicent was already in the shower and as sorely tempted as he was to join her, he had to get ready as well. With a quick sniff, he decided he could go without a shower today; his robes had been pressed, laundered and hung up probably by Molly, although it could've been Millicent. Nevertheless, Fred donned a nice set of black robes, they weren't his newest set but then, who was he trying to impress? He was a married wizard now.

Millicent stepped out of the shower feeling dizzy. Taking deep, gulping breaths, she felt relief wash over her when her vision cleared once more. Much to her dismay, her stomach was growling loudly and she knew that she didn't have time to eat. Quickly, she donned her favorite set of purple robes and looked at herself in the mirror. For some reason they were feeling a little tight around the hips; she sighed, well, she wasn't going to worry about it too much. She had splurged on her honeymoon and there was no shame in it; once she got back into the swing of things, and got over the jetlag, she'd lose the weight she'd gained.

Fred had just finished pulling sheets up when he saw Millicent bustle out, "Thank you." He took another sip of the coffee and brushed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Smiling, she shook her head, "It's my pleasure." She so wanted to stay there, kissing him softly and holding him in her arms but she had work to do. "Come on, we're going to be late." She rushed into the kitchen and tossed him a sack, "Lunch is in there. I usually eat around noon if you want to join me in my office."

Laughing, he caught the sack, "You're far too good to me, Millie." He shrugged on his cloak and helped her throw hers on as they braved the snow to get to the apparition point. Grasping her around the waist, he side-along apparated her to the interior of her office. Snow clung to their hair and faces but neither minded, "See you later; I have to check in with Uncle Fabian." He pointed to the stern older man standing outside Millicent's office.

Millicent smiled and gave him a gentle wave, "I'll see you later. I have so much to catch up on!" With one more kiss, he was off to start his new job and she was neck deep in owls and articles. She started with the owls, prioritizing by importance; the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, had sent her an owl confirming an interview with one of the fledgling reporters. Nothing too exciting had happened, luckily.

No sooner had Fred disappeared from view, Millicent's stomach began to rebel. Launching herself out of her office, she ran to the ladies loo and heaved; she hadn't eaten since last night and so there was nothing there. She lay on the tiled ground, sweating and shaking when she heard the bathroom door open.

"Millie," a voice gasped, "What are you doing on the floor!"

Luna Lovegood, great…just great. Millicent felt her skin prickle as the young woman reached down and lifted her to standing; that's what she got for touching a seer this early in the morning. Millie had no idea how the woman had done it, but still, she was on her feet and Luna was smiling dreamily at her, "Thanks, Luna but," the nausea was still very real, "I still feel sick."

"I have some crackers at my desk; they'll help you I promise." With one movement, she put her arm around Millicent's waist and helped her over to a desk that looked like it had just barely survived a nuclear blast. Still, without a hesitation, Luna reached into the pile and grabbed out a box of crackers, "Please, help yourself."

At first, Millicent was reluctant, but the roiling of her stomach made her think twice. She reached into the box, grabbed one of the crackers and began to nibble on it. "Luna, I don't mean any offense but," she hesitated, "I didn't know you worked here."

A smile broke free and Luna laughed breathily, "I don't, really. The Daily Prophet has owned the Quibbler for a while now and I sometimes come here to get my work done." She set the crackers back down on the pile of junk on her desk, "It's my lucky day that I found you."

As if by magic, Millicent was instantly feeling better once the first cracker settled in her stomach. Grabbing another one, she took a bite and smiled, "Thanks Luna, you've been a really big help. I don't know what's come over me lately! This little flu started plaguing me at my wedding and has had a pretty firm hold on me!"

"I did forget to send my congratulations, Millie. I really think Fred and you make a wonderful pair," Luna said and handed the entire box of crackers to her. "Consider this my wedding present…and," She leaned down and grabbed another box, "Take these two. Something tells me you're going to need them."

With that cryptic message imparted, Millicent watched as Luna walked away, talking to herself as normal. Smiling, she made her way back to her desk and stowed the boxes of crackers underneath there…Luna was a seer, she knew what was going to happen. Maybe the crackers were a sign or…maybe they had just been under Luna's desk so long that the woman decided she better part with them or they'd rot. Either way, Millicent was feeling worlds better now. It was back to work at last.

Fred sighed heavily, trying not to fall asleep while Uncle Fabian droned on and on about the different tasks he was to perform. Pretty much they were exactly the same: schmooze the right people, know how to quietly deter the wrong ones and come out clean either way. It was definitely the kind of job that a slimy git like Marcus Flint would excel in…Fred, however, knew he would have to work at it. Then again, being so amiable and friendly, he didn't foresee any problems. And, it wasn't him that got into pissing contests back in Hogwarts; that was always George.

Looking up from his giant mahogany desk, Fabian stared down the lenses of his glasses, "Fred, are you paying attention?"

Shifting in his seat, Fred nodded. "I understand everything you've said Uncle Fabian, I can do this job in my sleep I think." He smiled a dazzling smile, "But you're not really afraid that I can't do the job, are you?"

Frowning, Fabian leaned forward, "You were always more observant than the rest, Fred." Sighing, he extended a piece of parchment. "This is your contract, you're here for at least three years and the benefits are all explained. I've looked them over; they'll be just fine for you and your new wife." Standing up, he handed him a quill, "Sign on the line and initial on the last page."

The contract looked fantastic; the sum of money alone would get him to sign without hesitation. Three years seemed like a long time but then, what else did he have? This job would allow him time to work on his jokes on the odd days he had off. He was only required to work five days a week and that left his days off for spending time with Millie and working on his jokes. With a quick scratch, his signature was on the contract. "You never told me what's bothering you, Uncle Fabian."

With the contract safely signed, Fabian met his eyes, "I want to talk to you about Millicent."

"What about Millie," Fred asked cautiously, "You're not firing her, are you?"

The shock on his face answered Fred's question immediately, "Absolutely not! Millicent's the best writer this paper has got!" Standing up, he began to pace the length of his office. "I know you love the woman, Fred, but I will unfortunately have to tell you that this position you're in requires you to be open to flirting with the woman clientele among other things."

Fred almost corrected his Uncle when the man said that he loved Millicent…but then, he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about her; besides, they were married, they ought to at least pretend to be in love. What Fabian was saying, though, was not to his liking, "So, what, I have to have an affair?"

"No," Fabian nearly gasped. "I'm just telling you that you have to appear likeable and available to women and men, if they wish. Flirting isn't against your vows, Fred. You just need to be open to…others."

Standing up, Fred just nodded. "I'll do what I have to, but I won't cheat on Millicent. She doesn't deserve that and I won't do it to her." He wanted this job…but he didn't want to hurt her, ever. He truly cared for her, he wouldn't do it. Making his way past her office he saw her working diligently and smiled, "Working hard?" He asked on his way by.

Looking up, Millicent nodded, "I'm almost done with this article and then maybe you'd be ready for lunch? I'm starved." With a few more scratches on her quill, she stood, brushing past Fred suggestively on her way to hand one of the newer reporters his article back for revisions.

Fred felt her body brush against his and he felt desire creep through him. Damn! He had taken her so many times in so many different ways and yet he still wanted her with the same passion as the first day of their honeymoon. "Bad idea, love," He said, grabbing the sack she had packed his lunch in, "Although I'd love to christen that desk on my first day." With a wink, he sat down at a seat in front of her desk.

With a laugh, she sat back down in her chair, "Maybe another time." She'd made a simple lunch of sandwiches, some cut vegetables and cauldron cakes for dessert. Their refrigerator had been pretty empty and she knew she'd have to stop by the store later to replenish the food supply. She had to keep everything well stocked, especially now that she had a man living with her…a man with a ravenous appetite.

The sandwiches disappeared, followed by some of the vegetables and all of the cauldron cakes. Fred sat back in his seat smiling, "I think I like having a wife."

A short laugh followed her gentle smile, "I think I like having a husband." She set about the throwing out the wrappers and setting the sack with the rest of her things. "Now, I usually take a longer lunch but I have so much to do today. If I want to get out of here in an hour, I have to buckle down and finish these last few articles."

He reached over the desk and cupped his face gently, "I'll meet you at the apparition point at one. Bye," He kissed her chastely on the lips and set off to go organize his desk.

A smile played on Millicent's face for the rest of the day…she liked having a husband, indeed.

To all my readers! Happy Passover and a Happy Easter!