A/N: Due to some expressed interest in other couples and Heather's mystery bloke, I decided to write a chapter about them. Don't worry, after this chapter we'll jump right back to Rose and Scorpius on their honeymoon with Al and Norah!

Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing.

WARNING: Very graphic sexual content in this chapter. Very smutty because, quite frankly, that's just how this couple is. Intercourse between a minor and an adult. Also, language, infidelity, and alcohol use.

IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE OF IT'S MATURE CONTENT, THAT'S PERFECTLY FINE! THERE IS NO SCORPIUS/ROSE, NO ALBUS/NORAH, AND NO JAMES/LEILA IN THIS CHAPTER. THIS CHAPTER IS NOT RELEVANT TO THE REST OF THE STORY.

This is just background information about Heather and…somebody else.

….

One year before the marriage law:

At the tender age of fifteen, Hugo Weasley could easily pass for eighteen. Years of playing Quidditch had divested him of every ounce of baby fat that still clung to many of his friends. He'd inherited his father's height and broad shoulders; his muscular frame was solid. He had a handsome face, deep brown eyes like his mother's, and a light reddish-brown shade of hair that he kept cut short.

It was the summer after his fourth year at Hogwarts. He'd just turned fifteen a week prior and was sitting now by himself at the Hog's Head Tavern in Hogsmeade. Normally he didn't go anywhere alone but today he had plans to meet up with some friends. After they'd parted ways, Hugo hadn't been ready to go home quite yet so he went into the pub that was owned by family friend, Aberforth Dumbledore, and had a bottle of butterbeer.

Heather Kinder stepped into the pub wearing a short sleeved pink shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She'd just been appointed a new job in Hogsmeade and after a long day of work she was ready for a couple of firewhiskey shots. As she glanced around the tavern, she noticed a couple of the usual creepy types and one wizard who stood out simply because he looked perfectly normal.

Okay, perhaps 'normal' isn't how Heather would describe him. He was above average in the looks department and he wasn't drinking his weight in liquor, which was what most people came in here to do. She took a seat at the bar a few stools away from him and kept glancing his way as she sipped at her drink.

The mystery bloke looked vaguely familiar to her but she couldn't quite place him. "I'm sorry," she said boldly, "but you look very familiar to me. Did you go to Hogwarts?"

Hugo was surprised the girl talked to him. He'd noticed her the moment she walked in because one normally did not see such a nice looking girl at a place like this. She was pretty, too, and that didn't escape his notice. She was tall for a girl but still much shorter than him, her plain brown hair looked thick and had a slight wave to it as it fell to her shoulders, and she had kind blue eyes that he had smugly noticed kept peeking at him.

The way she phrased her question made him uneasy. Most people recognized him and as he was a Weasley that wasn't exactly surprising. Not a day went by that he didn't thank the wizarding gods that he hadn't inherited the Weasley red hair. He could, occasionally, pass by unnoticed.

Even though he was still so young, he'd been with several girls. With his dashing good looks, all of the girls in his year had, at the very least, gave him looks of appreciation as he passed them in the halls. However, he was also loathe to note that most girls slept with him just because of his surname. He was famous. A Weasley. The son of two war heroes. Apparently those trifle little things turned girls on. For once in his life he wanted to be with a girl because she was honestly attracted to him; not his family or surname.

"Yes," he said politely.

Then came the question he was dreading, "What's your name?"

The cute girl was eyeing him innocently and he made a snap decision. "Trent," it was the first name that came to mind. A small part of him felt guilty for lying to her, but perhaps if things went well he would tell her the truth later.

"I'm Heather," she told him with a smile. "Which Hogwarts House-"

"Ravenclaw," he replied honestly and quickly. That was one thing he was exceptionally proud of. Most people associated Gryffindor with Weasleys.

"Oh, that explains why you look familiar but I don't exactly recognize you. I'm a loyal badger," she flirted.

Hugo blinked. This girl had to be at least a year older than him. Was she seriously interested in him? The idea made his mouth dry and he snapped his fingers for Aberforth to give him another bottle of butterbeer. He looked her up and down appraisingly and found that he liked what he saw. She had very nice curves and those shorts showed off her tanned legs.

"Here," he said as she finished off her drink. "Let me buy you another."

For a while the two of them talked about insignificant things; Quidditch teams, Hogwarts professors they liked or disliked, what their plans were for the summer, and Heather found herself for the first time in a long time actually enjoying the company of a guy.

She hadn't dated anyone in longer than she cared to remember simply because most men she knew were pigs. But 'Trent' was different. He genuinely listened when she spoke, and he was shockingly intelligent but also with a fun side. This bloke made her laugh and smile and flirt and her heart did a flip-flop when he leaned back in his barstool because the t-shirt he wore clung to his chest in a way that showed off his muscles.

Merlin, was she honestly considering shagging this stranger? Never in her life had she just went home with a guy and had a one-night stand. But he looked so damn good sitting beside her, smiling sexily, with a butterbeer in hand. Perhaps there could be one exception to the rule. Or perhaps whatever this was could blossom into more. An actual relationship.

Heather was hopeful. 'Trent' obviously enjoyed her company, he'd bought her two more drinks, and he hadn't done anything presumptuous like touch her. As a matter of fact, he was keeping his hands to himself in such a gentlemanly way that it made her want him even more for respecting her so much.

"Listen," he said with a look of hesitation. "I don't normally ask this, but I can't just walk away from you without at least giving this a shot, so, I wanted to ask if you would like to come back to my place?" That wasn't, strictly speaking, true. Teddy Lupin had a flat before he married Victoire and he'd kept it as a place for him and his friends to hang out and sometimes James or Fred took girls back there.

"I don't normally accept such offers," she said thoughtfully as she swirled the remnants of her third drink around in the bottom of her glass before downing it. "But for you I'm going to take a chance here. Yes, I'll go with you."

Hardly daring to believe his luck, Hugo politely paid for their drinks and escorted her to the fireplace. Aberforth never minded if Hugo or his relatives used the Floo network from his pub, nor did he care who they took with them. When Hugo arrived at the flat, he just managed to turn the lights on before Heather came tumbling out behind him.

His back was toward her and she swallowed thickly at seeing those broad shoulders as she imagined raking her nails down that lean back. At first Heather wasn't sure why exactly she'd made such a rash decision. She'd only known this stranger for a few hours and here she was at his flat with him. Obviously alone. Was this where he brought girls to murder them? Rape them?

As 'Trent' turned to face her with a timid smile her fears minimized greatly. Perhaps he was just a regular wizard who wanted to get laid. If that was the case then he was in luck because that was exactly what she planned on doing with him. Then, hopefully, if she discreetly left her number he would call her up sometime.

At the very least it looked like she would get a good shag out of this. Surely anyone with that body knew how to use it to please women. "Would you like anything?" he offered as he glanced not-so-subtly toward the bedroom, whose door stood ajar and butterflies filled Heather's stomach as she caught sight of a bed.

"Water would be nice," she told him. After three firewhisky shots she really should have a glass of water to keep herself from getting too tipsy. Hugo disappeared into the kitchen and Heather decided to take her chance. Very sneakily she stripped and left her clothes as a trail leading to the bedroom, where she proceeded to climb under the sheet and wait for him.

Hugo reappeared in the living room with a frown when he didn't see her. Had she changed her mind? Then he saw her shirt lying on the floor. A little ways after that lay her shorts. Then her knickers. Her bra. He gulped and entered the bedroom.

She grinned, bit her bottom lip seductively, and said, "I'll have that water later." He nodded, cleared his throat, and set the glass on the dresser. "Strip," she commanded. Hugo had never been more turned on in his life. All of the girls he'd been with before were just that; girls. Not Heather. Heather was a woman and Hugo was bound and determined to make her scream like one.

The girls he'd been with were all rather shy, self-conscious, and hadn't developed the womanly curves that Heather had. Again he wondered how old she was; sixteen? Seventeen? His cock twitched at the thought. Shagging a girl two years older than him. But this was more than that to him, wasn't it? He was more mature and intelligent than the average fifteen year old. Girls his own age bored him quickly which was why he never had a steady girlfriend.

But this girl, she'd kept him intrigued, she'd made him laugh, and she actually thought before he spoke which was a rare trait to find in a bird in his opinion. Obeying her sensual command, Hugo kicked off his shoes and socks, very slowly peeled his t-shirt over his head, being sure to ripple his muscles for effect, and dropped it to the floor.

Heather's breathing sped up as she watched him. Merlin she couldn't wait to get her hands and lips on those abs! It had been way too long since she'd been with a guy like this. She watched with rapt attention as his strong fingers undid his belt, button, and zipper. He dragged his trousers down his long legs before kicking them off to the side. As his hands slipped into the waist band of his boxers he quirked an eyebrow at her. She nodded and he pulled down the last article of clothing on his person.

Was she drooling? Godric she hoped not. But damn he was gorgeous! Every inch of him made her hot as she looked him over with hungry eyes. Teasingly he trailed a hand down, wrapped it around himself, and stroked hard a couple of times before strutting over to the bed and slipping under the sheet with her.

He groaned as he glimpsed her naked body. He tugged the sheet down to expose her breasts to him. His hand brushed across them and squeezed gently. She gasped and her hands started to run up and down his chest in a way that made him shiver as her nails circled his nipples.

Sweet Circe, if this is what shagging women was like then he would never shag girls his own age again. She was bold, sexy, and knew exactly what she was doing. Luckily so did he. Very gently he rolled his body on top of hers and kissed her for the first time. "You taste even sweeter than I thought you would," he whispered roughly and she shivered at his hot breath against her ear.

Heather sighed happily as he ran his hands up and down her sides, caressed her breasts, and finally trailed down between her legs. He rubbed circles around her opening before slowly probing her with two fingers. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure and pressed herself into his hand, bracing her own hands against the headboard for leverage.

Hugo stroked her, knowing just where to touch her from much practice, until she was gasping, moaning, and swearing. She was close. His fingers were wet and he knew she was more than ready for him by this point.

When he withdrew his fingers she made a whine of protest and felt him chuckle wickedly against her neck as he sucked on her skin there. His tongue was doing delicious things to her throat and chest as his muscular thighs parted her soft ones and the head of his cock brushed against her hot opening.

"Ready?" he asked sounding breathless.

"Merlin, yes," she pleaded as she rotated her hips against him. Hugo didn't need any more persuasion than that. He entered her in a slow stroke as he gritted his teeth together. He wasn't going to embarrass himself by cumming too quickly no matter how damn sexy she was.

"Shit," he growled when he found himself fully encased by her.

"Does that feel good?" she teased as she rotated her hips again, causing wonderful shards of pleasure to ripple through his body.

He grinned at her. "Very fucking good," he assured her before kissing her hard on the mouth. She gasped in surprise and met his hungry lips with equal fervor. As he began to thrust into her, Heather's mind blanked completely. She didn't think sex had ever felt this good before and she hoped very much that he felt the same way.

"Oh fuck!" her hands flew from the headboard to his shoulders, where her nails dug into his flesh when he gave a particularly rough thrust.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," despite being a low growl, his voice was still gentle. She did as he requested and found that he managed to get into her even deeper. That was what finally pushed her over the edge into bliss. Knowing that he was so deep inside of her, and watching the look of lust on his face as he pumped into her was just too much.

She screamed as she came and Hugo was filled with pride that he had accomplished his goal. As his peak approached as well, he asked breathlessly, "Are you on any type of potion?"

"Yes," she assured him. With a grunt he exploded inside of her with an orgasm more intense than he'd experienced before. He continued to thrust just a few more times before dropping himself onto his elbows, careful not to crush her with his weight, and flopped over onto his back beside her.

They were quiet for a while, just catching their breath, until Hugo wrapped an arm over her shoulders, letting her know that if she was one of those 'cuddle-after-sex' types then he was perfectly okay with that. What was it about this boy and his abnormally sweet gestures that had her so smitten? Most guys would be kicking her out the door by now.

"Tell me more about yourself," she found herself asking before she could stop the question from coming out.

Hugo grimaced slightly but figured what the hell? She'd already slept with him and she must like him at least a little bit to not be running for the hills by now. At least with her he could be sure that she liked him for him. His name wasn't important. "Actually, I have a confession to make. My name actually isn't Trent."

Heather sat up abruptly, fear evident in her features. "What? Why would you lie about that?" her voice had risen an octave in panic.

"Calm down, I swear that everything else I told you was the truth, but I lied about my name because, well, most birds just want to shag me because of my name. My family is, er, a bit famous."

Heather wracked her brain. His family was famous? The most famous wizarding families were the Potters and the Weasleys. But she'd never really paid much attention to them or been friends with any of them. The only Weasley she sort-of knew was Fred and that was only because she was working with him now at the Hogsmeade branch of his father's joke shop.

She tried to figure out who he was. What names had she heard before? There was a Louis Weasley but she remembered seeing him around Hogwarts and he was blonde. She didn't think he was a Potter because weren't both Potter boys in Gryffindor? Wait, Percy Weasley had two kids, but then again, she thought they were both girls.

Or just maybe she was jumping to conclusions and he was someone else. There were other famous families after all; the Longbottoms, the Woods, the Scamanders. "What's your name then?"

"Hugo, Hugo Weasley."

Heather's eyes widened. "Aren't you Rose's younger brother?" he nodded. "Oh Godric," she slapped a hand to her forehead. "I'm a slag. A pedophilic slag who just slept with a bloke who is…what? 15?" he gave a jerky nod of assent. "But…but why didn't you tell me?"

"I just told you," he answered with a creased brow, "because I wanted you to like me for me and not my surname."

"No! Not that! Your age!"

He gave an unconcerned shrug. "I didn't think it was important."

"Of course it's bloody important! Damn it! I'm going to go to jail! I just…I need to find my clothes," she moved to get out of the bed but Hugo's strong hand very gently wrapped around her wrist.

"Heather, calm down. You must be a muggle-born, yeah?" she nodded but glared at his assumption. "Wizards don't go by the same rules. There isn't an 'age of consent' for us. There can't be. So many purebloods still arrange marriages that it would be ridiculous. As long as we're both consenting then it's perfectly fine."

"But I'm…I'm going to be 18 next month! I just graduated from Hogwarts!"

Hugo resisted the urge to fist-pump the air in triumph. Despite the part of him that was secretly delighted about the fact that he'd just shagged a girl three years older than himself, he was too much of a nice guy to gloat about it. She was a kind girl and Hugo found that he genuinely liked her.

"Heather," he said evenly, "I know it's a little odd, and maybe just a bit frowned upon right now, but what's the big deal, really? You were having a good time with me and I was having a good time with you. I would really like to see you again."

She eyed him steadily in contemplation. He was right. "Fine, but this is only physical," she said quickly. "You fuck better than any bloke I've been with before and I definitely wouldn't mind a repeat of what just happened. However, I'm not going to date a bloke who can't even legally Apparate."

Hugo winced at the slight blow to his ego but he knew she was just being defensive. He knew that she liked him but was too afraid of the age difference to admit it. "Alright, that's fine by me. We're both free to date other people, and we'll meet up sometimes when we're in need of a shag. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like we have an arrangement, Hugo. But then, if you're still only 15, whose place is this really?"

"My cousin Teddy's. He doesn't live here, though. It's just sort a place for us blokes to hang out. Usually on the weekends we play cards and drink."

Heather slowly lay back down beside him. Listening to him talk about himself made her feel happy for some reason. She loved getting to know him better because as much as she didn't want to admit it, she wanted more than just something physical with Hugo Weasley.

….

The next few months passed by quickly and they found themselves meeting up at least three times a week at Teddy's flat. Normally it started with a drink or two, a conversation, lots of shagging, more conversations, then they would each go their separate ways.

Heather couldn't help but wonder if he was seeing other girls. She could just imagine Hugo bringing some other bint back to the flat, and shagging her just like he shagged Heather. Not that it was any of her business. She felt even stranger about it because she was friends with Fred now. They'd been working together at the joke shop for the past few months and she'd met more of Hugo's family.

Merlin help her, she really fancied him. A lot. He'd even been kind enough to get her a birthday present when she turned 18; a necklace with her birthstone (a ruby, for July). There were also diamonds around the teardrop-shaped ruby. Real diamonds. At first she hadn't wanted to accept the gift, but Hugo insisted.

Just one of many reasons why she liked him so much. He treated her with more respect than any guy had ever shown her before. He was already back at Hogwarts for his fifth year and she hated the idea of him in the castle with all of those other girls. She'd mistaken him for years older than what he actually was, what if others girls did the same but didn't care that he was only 15?

They had already agreed to meet up during Hogsmeade weekends. She lived in a small flat in Hogsmeade and they'd been frequenting her place a lot more often than Teddy's ever since she'd moved in. It was closer to her work and, if she were being honest, she liked feeling closer to Hugo while he was at school, too.

She grinned and waved to him from her window as she saw him approach, in his school uniform. His reddish-brown hair was longer than she'd seen it before and she immediately ran her fingers through it when he entered her flat. There was no conversation. It had been over a month since they'd last seen each other and they were anxious to fall into bed together.

Hugo had seriously considered dating other girls, but he didn't have a desire to. Heather was the only one he wanted and he was sure that given enough time he could convince her to be his official girlfriend. Before he even wrapped his head around what was happening he found himself naked, on his back, on her bed as she lowered herself onto him.

His stamina improved all the time as he got used to Heather and what her body felt like against his. However it had been a long time since he'd been inside of her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she rode him hard. He watched as his cock repeatedly disappeared into her womanhood in a fast rhythm.

He had one large hand splayed on her lower back, guiding her into his hips as he continued to thrust up and into her as she thrust herself down onto him. This was perfection. His other hand moved up to run through her hair. Godric he wanted to be able to call her his.

"Hugo!" she screamed his name, as she often did, "Hugo! Please!" He knew what she wanted and was happy to oblige. With one hand still on her lower back, he skimmed his other hand down her front to work her clit, where it was grinding against his pelvic muscles.

His fingers were surprisingly gentle as they touched her sensitive area with just the right amount of pressure. Hugo glanced up at her face as she threw her head back and her lips were parted in ecstasy as she panted. Her hands were planted firmly on his abs, using his body for balance and leverage.

She screamed as she came hard around his cock, but he wasn't quite there yet. Her entire body shook with the pleasure coursing through her that he had caused. When she was left breathless in it's wake, she dropped her upper body down so that her hands were on either side of his head and her tits were bouncing right in front of his face.

With a groan he lifted his head up to take a nipple into his mouth. She cried out and clutched the back of his head. The hand he had on her lower back moved to grip her hip firmly and his movements sped up. "Hugo!" he loved to hear his name wrenched so roughly from her sweet mouth. "Oh, Godric, I'm going to…"

His hips broke rhythm and slammed into her unexpectedly. She cried out a second time as Hugo emptied himself into her in hot bursts. This is what she wanted. It was what she needed. Not just on Hogsmeade weekends, but all the time. Hugo. Only Hugo made her feel like this; physically as well as emotionally. Still at the peak of her second orgasm, she cried out, "Oh fuck, I love you!"

As soon as she came down from her high she realized what she'd said and clapped a hand over her traitorous mouth. Hugo looked up at her, clearly surprised, and she hurried to explain. "I, erm, love what you to do me. That felt, uh, really great. I mean, I was so wrapped up in the moment, and-"

Hugo cut off her explanation with a passionate kiss. Heather pulled away from him, disentangled their limbs, and began pulling on her clothes. "Heather," he said warningly.

"No," she said, her back stiff as she faced away from him. "I'm not going to lie about this anymore," she spun toward him looking fiercely determined. "It drives me crazy to think that you could be fucking other girls. Damn it, Hugo, I want you all to myself, can't you see that? I don't want this," she leaned forward and grabbed hold of his cock, making him moan and his eyelids fluttered. "to be inside any other girl except me."

Hugo smirked up at her wickedly. "Alright, baby, if that's what you want, then that's fine by me, but the same goes for you. I don't want any other guy allowed to put his prick here," he gently stroked her wet opening. "Or any other part of his anatomy either. I want to be the only bloke who you allow to touch you like this."

"Okay," she agreed.

Hugo's grin widened. "Doesn't that make us, for all intents and purposes, an actual couple?"

Heather almost smiled. "Yes, I guess it does."

…..

Over the next several months Heather and Hugo found that they'd never been happier. He repeatedly snuck out of the castle to see her and they spent hours talking about everything. More time was spent in conversation than in bed and that pleased them both more than anything.

They would often argue about the latest articles in Practical Potions, a publication published by professional potioneers. Or discuss breaking news in Transfiguration Today. He would make fun of the way she always folded her knickers before putting them away, and she would roll her eyes whenever he would give her blow-by-blow accounts of his latest Quidditch match.

Until the day the letters came. Marriage law. Everyone seventeen and older was going to be married off to someone of opposite blood status. Hugo was about to be sixteen, but was still a year away from being seventeen. Then there was the complication that he was a half-blood and she a muggle-born so they couldn't be together anyway. Even if they applied for exemption.

Hugo was the one who officially broke things off between them. He said he just couldn't date a married woman. Then he'd fled the country. No wonder he hadn't been put into Gryffindor. He was a bloody coward. Trying to escape Heather and his feelings for her, he ran off to visit his cousin Louis who was working in Italy.

Louis knew that Hugo was depressed about something but had no idea what. He tried to help by setting Hugo up on dates and Hugo would go, but no girl was like Heather. They all talked too much about stupid things or they didn't smell right or their hair was too straight.

Simply put, he missed her. Because he'd fallen in love with her. When he returned home from Italy, he received a letter from her that contained shocking news. She was marrying Fred. Hugo knew they worked together, they were friends, and he was confident that they could make a marriage work even if it was a loveless marriage.

But the letter continued. Fred was in a similar situation as them. She'd told Fred that she was dating a muggle-born (slight white lie so Fred couldn't easily figure out who she was seeing). They had agreed that the marriage would just be for show. They could both continue seeing the people they really wanted to be with.

Hugo hardly dared to believe it. As much as he still hated this, he could deal with it so much better now. His relationship with Heather had always been a secret, now it was just going to be an even bigger secret.

They continued meeting up and dating while she made the arrangements to marry Fred. Hugo had to be at the wedding but thankfully was not in the wedding. He watched stoically as they recited the binding vows, snogged quickly, and became man and wife. Then came the reception.

Hugo had never been so drunk. All he knew was that he kept the firewhiskey's coming. He'd never seen Heather look so beautiful. It was killing him. He hated to think of Fred doing anything with her. He remembered with perfect clarity the look in her eyes when he told her he didn't want any other guy allowed to be with her the way he was.

They'd promised each other. But it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered now. Seeing that he was completely sloshed, Scorpius Malfoy had discreetly slipped him a sober-up potion, and Hugo drank it just because the vial was in his hand and drinking whatever was in his hand had become habit over the past hour.

"Care to tell me what's going on with you, mate?" Scorpius asked.

Hugo didn't know who else he could talk to. None of his cousins. Not any of his friends. But Scorpius…maybe he could trust his brother-in-law. But not here. Not now. Not when Heather was only a short distance away, smiling as she danced with James and entertained guests at her wedding.

"Can you keep a secret from everyone? Even Rose?"

"Of course," said Scorpius as he clapped a hand on Hugo's shoulder.

"Good. When you and Rose get home from your honeymoon, send me an owl."

Before Scorpius could reply, Hugo had sauntered away. He took his turn on the dance floor with Heather, being careful to keep an appropriate amount of space between them, but he did manage to discreetly catch a whiff of her perfume.

…

Heather was nervously wringing her hands together as the lift carried them up to the floor where their hotel suite was. She didn't know if she could go through with this. "It's alright," said Fred bracingly as he unlocked the door and led her into the hotel room. For the past year she'd repeatedly entertained the idea of becoming Mrs. Weasley and now it felt like some cosmic joke that she got her wish.

"Thanks for being so sweet about this, Fred," she said honestly.

"You too, Heather. It can't have been easy for you to encourage your husband to go shag his mistress during your wedding reception."

Heather gave him a thin smile, "It's because I'm about to ask that husband for a huge favor."

"What would that be?"

"After we…you know, consummate our marriage, would you mind very much if I went to…him?"

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

"Of course I don't mind, Heather. We're friends. Friends who have to shag. Once. Once and that's it."

"If you want to invite Ophelia over here for the night, I'm really okay with that. I know we're technically married, but you're right. We really are nothing more than friends no matter what label the Ministry puts on us."

"I just might," he sat down on a chair and sighed. "Well, how do you want to do this?"

"Quickly," she told him as she struggled to slip out of her wedding dress. Once she got it off, she was left in nothing but a white slip that reached the tops of her thighs. She shimmied out of her panties and Fred couldn't deny that she was beautiful. He just didn't see her as anything other than a friend.

"Are you on a potion, or should I cast a spell?"

"I'm on a potion," she told him shortly. Fred nodded, unbuckled his trousers, and slid them down to his ankles.

Heather moved to straddle him and Fred gave her a hesitant look. "You can't possibly be ready," he argued, but as his fingers found her core, he found that she was indeed wet. He gave her a wry smile. "Thinking about him?"

Heather gave him an apologetic grimace. "Just to get warmed up."

Fred nodded knowingly. He'd been thinking of Ophelia. She bit her bottom lip as she lowered herself onto him. Fred felt good inside of her, she couldn't deny that, but she also felt strangely empty. Hugo always made her feel full and satisfied, but with Fred she felt like something was lacking.

She rode him, knowing she wouldn't get off, until she brought him right to the edge. His body tensed and she lifted herself off of him and caught his fluids in her hand. She didn't want him to finish inside of her. "Sorry," he grunted.

"Don't be," she assured him. She pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. "thanks for being so understanding."

Fred nodded and watched as his wife washed her hands in the sink, pulled on jeans, a t-shirt, and strode out of the hotel room.

….

Hugo was throwing things. He could easily cast a Reparo Charm to fix them later but right now all he wanted to do was smash things. He was at Teddy's flat because he felt closer to Heather here and he needed the privacy for the breakdown he was having.

"Hugo?" He spun around to find her clambering out of the fireplace. Her hair was still perfect and he gave her a questioning look. She looked down in embarrassment and mumbled, "we were quick."

Hugo shut his eyes tightly. He hated this so fucking much. If he could, he would gladly hex every witch or wizard who had a hand in creating this damn law. But when he saw that Heather was just as upset as him, probably even more, he went to comfort her. She'd just let another bloke shag her because of a stupid law. She must feel at least a little bit violated.

His strong arms wrapped around her and carried her to the bedroom. He took the time to kiss her all over her body as he undressed her. She needed to know that he didn't blame her. That he still loved her; still wanted her. His lips were hot against her cool skin and Heather willed all thoughts of Fred out of her mind as Hugo made love to her.

When he finally entered her she felt like she might shatter into a million pieces. She felt so overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her. She never wanted this to end. "Did he make love to you like this?" Hugo asked breathily. Heather shook her head.

"Did he kiss you like this?" his lips captured hers heatedly. Again, she shook her head 'no.' "Did he cum inside of you?" he asked in a whisper.

"No," Heather looked straight into Hugo's warm brown eyes and said sincerely. "Only you, Hugo, only you."