"What?" I said softly when my mind paused.

"I did…I came in…first." Ron said looking at his letter again. I watched his bright blue eyes scan the page line by line, as if there were a message hidden in the words.

"Wow…just…wow, Ron! That's brilliant!" George said genuinely.

"Cheers, Ron! Knew you could do it!" Angelina said clapping her hands.

I felt my heart start racing, my knees were going weak and there was a very obvious tingle in between my legs. I ran to him and jumped into his arms like I hadn't seen him in years. I didn't care who else was in the room, I felt like shagging him right then and there. I took his face in my hands and covered it in kisses before I concentrated on just his lips.

"Erm…Mione?" He said, angling his head away from mine while I tried sucking his tongue out of his mouth. I came to my senses with a quick shake of my head and found it very difficult to look anyone in the eye after my over affectionate display.

"Son, that is just terrific!" Mr. Weasley said, his hands rubbing Mrs. Weasley's shoulders as she dabbed at her eyes.

"Ronnie, I'm so very proud of you!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Harry how did you do?" Ginny said, bouncing over to Harry's side.

"Second." Harry said with a wide smile aimed in Ron's direction. Angelina and George handed out leftover Christmas crackers and the room filled with popping noises and confetti.

I cuddled into Ron's side and we had our arms around each other's waists. Harry came over and held his hand out for Ron to take.

"Congratulations, Auror Weasley." Harry said, grinning.

"Congratulations to you, too Auror Potter." Ron replied wide his wide grin. They shook hands and Harry pulled Ron in for a hug.

"Here's to us, eh Ron?" He said.

"Yep. To us!" Ron replied, laughing.

"What a wonderful night! So proud of the pair of you!" Mum chimed in.

We didn't notice the cracking noise that would have indicated someone had Disapparated from the flat but we were all startled when George reappeared carrying a large bottle of Ogden's Olde Firewhisky. My legs were practically vibrating when I left Ron's side to fetch glasses and a bucket of ice from the kitchen. There were several rounds of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" echoing behind me.

"What is up with you? Are you alright?" Angelina had followed me in to help. I saw the concern, and perhaps suspicion on her face when I turned around holding a tray of empty glasses.

"I'm f-fine, why do you ask?" I felt jolts of electricity shooting up my inner thighs hitting home in my knickers. I tried to remain calm but there was clearly something awry.

"You're all flushed, Hermione! Look at you, you can barely stand up!"

My hands started shaking and even though I tried really hard suppressing it, I felt a monster orgasm starting to build.

"Hermione…did George give you something? A little red vile?" Angelina asked. I couldn't decipher the inflection in her voice – it was either concern or ire.

"Ron did…it was only Pepperup though. The alchemist was out of every other c-cold remedy." I said, trying not to moan.

"Pepperup, my foot! Oh that man makes me so mad…" Angelina looked over her shoulder sending an angry glare at George. He was talking and laughing in between Ron and Harry but I watched his face fall when he caught sight of Angelina staring him down. He excused himself quickly and came into the kitchen.

"What's that look for?" George asked quietly. He kept his hands cautiously placed in front of his crotch.

"Oh, don't pretend that you don't know!" Angelina growled.

"Love, I really don't…" He replied.

"Just look at the state Hermione is in and you explain how she came to be that way!" Angelina said loudly through gritted teeth.

George looked me up and down. His eyes widened when he noticed my nipples straining out of the fabric of my dress, and the way I shifted from side to side to keep from having a screaming orgasm.

"Shit."

"Yeah, smart guy – what the hell did you do to her?" Angelina said smacking him in the back of the head.

"I gave it to Ron! I thought he was going to take it, something to celebrate his big night! I didn't know it was going to be for Hermione!" He whispered loudly. Ron and Harry had both noticed there was something happening in the kitchen.

"What are you t-talking about- oooh…" George grabbed the tray of glasses from my hands and I held onto the back of a chair for support, my legs were shaking and my back was arching almost to the point that I couldn't control it. I fought the sensation back with every fiber of strength I could muster.

"Let me get Ron…" George said, backing away from us. Angelina glared at him and turned her whole body to block mine from sight of everyone in the living room.

"Hermione…I want you to try to remain calm."

Famous last words.


I didn't have to be the top new Auror from the Academy to know there was bad news headed my way. There was definitely something going on in the kitchen, but I couldn't tell what it was. Everyone else crowded around us when George stepped into the kitchen.

"Couldn't be prouder of you, Ron!" Mr. Granger said giving me his firm, friendly handshake. He shook Harry's hand as well.

Mrs. Granger kissed both of us, "Congratulations!" she said. Hermione looked so much like her mother, it was most evident when they smiled.

Ginny hung onto Harry's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and that might have been the only time I didn't have to resist the urge to strangle him for showing affection to my kid sister.

When George returned from the kitchen, he looked grim.

"I need to borrow Ron, please." He said. I didn't resist when he yanked me away from the group but I wasn't the only one who heard the concerned tone in his voice. He pulled me into the kitchen, explaining.

"I want you to remember I'm your big brother and I'd never do anything to hurt you…" He said.

Fuck. This isn't going to be good. I thought.

"Remember when you asked me to go to the Alchemist to buy some Pepperup for you?" He asked.

"No. I asked you to get a cold remedy. You told me the Alchemist was all out and Pepperup was all they had…" I corrected him. He turned purple and looked away.

"George – what did you do?" I knew I couldn't pummel him in front of everyone so I vowed to wait and do it later.

"Again, I didn't do it on purpose…I thought you were going to take it. I thought you'd appreciate a little extra…something. You know, in the spirit of celebration –"

"George….get to the fucking point. What did you- holy fucking shit…" Hermione was on the floor of our kitchen, writhing like some unseen entity was going down on her. Angelina had rolled up a couple of tea towels to make her a pillow and she had her wand trained on Hermione's throat – presumably casting a silencing charm. Her mouth was opening and I could hear her outrageous moans in my mind, thankfully no one else could – Hermione could get quite loud.

"It wasn't Pepperup from the Alchemist." George confessed.

"I gathered that. That the bloody fuck was it?" I demanded from him.

"It was a new product I came up with. A marital aide." He said cautiously.

"He calls it 'PeckerUp'" Angelina spat. She kept her wand focused on Hermione's vocal chords. Hermione suddenly took a deep breath and was still. Her eyes burned with anger and embarrassment. Her mouth was moving quickly like she was shouting at George but since Angelina hadn't broken the silencing charm, we could only guess as to the words she was using.

"I've only tested it on men – that is to say, on myself. I didn't know it would do that if a woman took it…" He said gesturing to Hermione.

"I have a bezoar in the emergency kit…" I offered.

"It's not a poison, Ron – that won't help." George

"Just great, George. So what the fuck do we do about it?" I asked him.

"Well…this part you might actually enjoy…" He said, a devilish smile crept across his face, chasing the fear in his eyes away.

I didn't want to, but I laughed anyway. I rubbed the back of my neck and crouched down next to Hermione.

"Be careful. She might just explode if you touch her before you Apparate." George warned.

"Apparate?" I asked dumbly.

"Well, yeah…to your bedroom. You don't think she's going to be able to walk there, do you?" George chuckled. I nodded my head, knowing he was absolutely right.

"Hey, what's taking so long with the glasses?" Ginny said, poking her head into the kitchen.

"Nothing! Just – erm…Hermione isn't quite herself." George said, blocking Ginny's view. George thought fast and summoned the tray of empty glasses and ice over and handed it to Ginny.

"Can I do something to help?" Ginny asked, trying to look around George.

"Well, yes actually. Would you please cast a Muffliato on the bedroom door?" George asked.

"Whatever for? You lot can do that as well as I can."

"Ginny, just please do it!" I yelped.

"Ok, fine! Ugh you're so bossy!" She turned and we heard the glasses clinking on the tray as she stomped back to the living room.

"Ok, Hermione. Everything's going to be just fine." Angelina said. Hermione seemed to have gained a bit of control, but Angelina kept her wand steady on her throat.

"Sooner the better, Ron." George grinned at me.

"Don't give me that face, you tosser." I said, shaking my fist at him. "I'll have it out with you later." I looked down at Hermione and mouthed the words "I love you", she nodded at me. I gently took her wrist and Apparated us into the bedroom.


I was far too out of my mind with desire for Ron to be as angry at George as I should have been. I'd have more than enough time to scream at him afterwards. The only screaming I could focus on was from the sensation of Ron's mouth on my neck as soon as we were in our bedroom. He pinned me against the door and I lifted my arms above my head.

He yanked my dress up over my head and an instant later I had my legs around his waist. He dug his fingers into my arse. I knew there was a charm on the door so I didn't try to keep quiet. The harder he kissed me, the less angry I was at George.

I spoke to him through kisses when he popped me down on the bed.

"I love you…I'm so proud of you…"

Ron pulled his shirt over his head and I actually gasped. His pale chest was dotted in freckles and it looked a lot more chiseled than usual. His pale hair started in little tight curls on his chest and ran down into his jeans. He kissed me deeply while I tore at the button at his waistband. He took his hands off of me long enough to yank his jeans down and a second later he was pushing my legs open.


It was one of the greatest shags of the 20th century. I knew I should have been beyond hacked off at George. And I really was at first, but how could I stay mad at him when Hermione was literally clawing my clothes off and begging me to bury my cock in her?

I kept looking up at the clock to see how long we'd been – didn't want our families getting suspicious. I hoped George had the presence of mind to tell people she'd taken ill again and I was putting her to bed. Then I hoped he didn't turn beetroot and make some kind of inappropriate comment about me and her in bed.

She kept doing that thing I loved. She moaned my name and dragged her nails across my shoulders and my arse. Her legs started shaking and I felt her clamp around me. Her back arched when she came and I watched the moans explode out of her throat. That sound was all I needed to hear. I kissed her hard as I came.

We were both sweaty when we collapsed on the bed and the headboard banged loudly against the wall.

"Fucking hell." I sighed.

"Tell me about it." She said quietly.

"Are you ok?" I rolled on my side and watched her breathing slowly. Her hands were both on her chest.

"I think so. I definitely feel more myself now. That was…really hot." She said smirking.

"Hot? George had me drug you, Hermione!" I was chuckling but my concern was real.

"Oh, don't misunderstand me, your brother has something headed his way. I don't know exactly what but he won't slip me a potion again in a hurry."

"So, do you want to go back out now?" I looked at the clock, we'd been gone 25 minutes.

"It would be rude not to. Where's my wand?" She stood up and picked her dress up off the floor.

"It's out there I think. I'll take care of it." With a quick couple of flicks of my wrist, I had us both cleaned up. Hermione slipped the dress down over her head. I saw a glint of mischief in her eye that made me grin stupidly.

"What?" I asked her.

"Oh, nothing." She bent down to the floor and tossed something to me. "Catch."

I put my hand out and grabbed her soaked knickers when she threw them to me.

"Fuck, Mione!" I said surprised.

She was about to step out of the bedroom when she winked at me. "I am really proud of you, Ron. Round two when they all leave. Be ready for me."

I saw the red vile on her nightstand next to the bottle of cough mixture. I sighed and took a swig. "Fuck me, it takes just like Pepperup." I thought.