Fred rested his forehead on his brother's bedroom door, with his hands wrapped around the top of the door frame. He felt empty, yet so full of hurt, as he heard his brother and wife talking.
Ange and the mysterious women had told him of his wife's presence in his brother's room, he decided then and there that no matter what happened he wouldn't be a jerk, Hermione was already incredibly annoyed with him. He didn't want to lose her this close to the baby's birth! However, he also didn't want to see her getting to close with his brother. Fred knew George was a good guy, but he was a good guy that wanted something that wasn't his to have.
Fred wanted to kick the door down as he heard his brother and Hermione becoming more then friends; it was what Fred had worried about, George consoling his emotional wife. It made Fred feel a little better knowing that he could partial blame Hermione's actions on her pregnancy hormones, even though he knew that it wasn't the reason behind her behaviour.
Fred entered the kitchen where is his ex girlfriend and the other woman sat eating their breakfasts, fruit salad and yogurt, while they chatted away busily. Ange saw the ghost like look on Fred's face, she got up and gave him a hug, "are you okay Fred?"
As her body instinctively leaned into his it reminded him of the wild times they had back at Hogwarts. "I didn't realise to just now, how much I miss you Ange." Fred muttered quietly as he felt her hug him tighter, "you were always there to make me feel better."
"And I always will be, I really miss hanging out with you, we had so many good times," Ange smiled as she pulled her face from next to his to look into his eyes, she grabbed his face and said very proudly, "Do you remember that time during the sixth year when I thought George was you and you found as half naked in the Quidditch change rooms?"
"Yeah," Fred said guiltily, sure it had been fun at the time, but it probably wasn't worth the awkwardness he had endured with George for the following month.
"If you hadn't have walked in on us," she paused, "who knows how far he would have let me go thinking he was you. Then you showed up and I think we taught him a lesson." Ange smiled as she remembered pushing George off her when she realised who he was, however his spot was quickly filled by the correct twin. Ange had said some very vulgar things, stunning George but kicking Fred into gear. Before George had a chance to leave his twin and Ange were already naked, George quickly turned his back and headed to the door in a very hasty manner. However he hadn't managed to escape the room before hearing more vulgar phrases leaving Ange's lips as she moaned in delight.
It had actually been this instance that inspired George's plan, seeing something you can't have worked on both his twin and the woman he loved. Luckily for him Ange had been curious to compare the twins and even suggesting bringing her friend along. George couldn't believe his luck.
"Don't even let a girl get you down Fred, I thought you knew better then back. It makes you look needy," Ange instructed before asking with a seductive smile on her face. "Do you want me to make you feel better?"
Ange didn't need a verbal reply, the colour back in his face and his hips grinding into hers was answer enough. Ange's lips captured Fred's in a fiery kiss, at first Fred felt awkward, probably since he had only been kissing the book worm of late but he quickly relaxed against her.
Fred lifted Ange's dress over her head and backed Ange into the kitchen table where she laid back stretching out her arms and wrapping her legs tightly around Fred's waste. Fred was so pre occupied with removing Ange's underwear he almost didn't notice when Ange's friend who was now standing at the opposite end of the table leant over and kissed Ange's upside down mouth. Her friends actions caused Ange's legs to tighten around Fred's waist almost crushing him, making the task of removing her underwear increasingly difficult. Not to mention he was now getting very hot and flustered himself, so much so his hands were shaking slightly.
Fred quickly became frustrated by his current attempts to de-clothe the beautiful woman who was lying across his kitchen table; he pulled out his wand to aid his efforts. Although the three of them were going crazy, for Fred it felt like time stood still, everything was moving in slow motion. He was living every man's dream, but no matter how frantic things became he wouldn't shake the thought of his brother impaling his pregnant wife. Ange didn't quite feel right, there was no large stomach pressing into his lower abdomen and no modest attempts to try keep the noise down. Ange really hadn't changed much; she was as liberal as ever.
Fred still had no idea who Ange's friend was, not that he was complaining, the sight of her kissing Ange passionately was nearly enough to push him over the edge. Fred instantly wondered is Hermione and George in the other room could hear them as Ange made a loud climatic shriek.
Fred lent back onto the kitchen countertop to try regaining composure but Ange's friend had something else in mind.
Fred and Ange nervously held hands as they paced in the waiting room, Fred shook her grip off him and he ran is hands through his hair. He had been in the exact same position six months ago with Hermione.
"She will be okay," Ange assured Fred.
"I don't even know her name," Fred said guiltily.
Ange removed Fred's hands from his hair and placed them around her waist as she hugged him, "her name is Faith."
Fred snorted, "great. I have killed an angel."
"You did not, and that isn't funny."
"Fred Weasley, you were waiting on Faith Lavine?" The healer asked as her eyes narrowed. IT was the same healer that had treated Hermione's injuries.
Fred nodded, keen to hear the hopefully good news the healer was about to deliver.
"You are lucky Mr Wealey, you two got her here just in time, she was lost a fair bit of blood, her skull was fractured and she had some swelling of the brain, but she has taken all the required potions now. She should be free to go home tomorrow, are you still at the same address?" The healer asked.
"Yes, but she doesn't live with me," Fred said awkwardly.
Ange knew where this was going and stepped in, "it was a horrible accident. Ange and I were trying to reach something high up in the pantry, silly us we forgot to use our wands, the chair she was standing on slipped and she fell forward."
"So that is how she got the fracture on the back of her head?" The healer asked very condescendingly. "Mr Wealsey if I see your name on anymore of these women I will be forced to report you to the authorities."
The healer left, Ange and Fred made their way towards the door to Faith's room, however, their passage was blocked. "Is she okay?" A clearly flustered Ginny asked.
"She is fine? How did you know?" Fred asked curiously, he and Ange hadn't talked to anyone; they had brought Faith straight to St Mungo's, without having a chance to talk to anyone.
"Mum called. What are you doing here Ange?" Ginny asked frowning.
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked curiously, he had the feeling he had missed something.
"For Hermione of course, she is in labour." Ginny said matter-of-factly.
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OMG how is that for dramatic! I was just re-reading some old chapters, sorry I haven't proof read guys! Hope you all enjoyed it enough to want to leave a review Thanks Faith for all your lovely reviews You rock! SO much so you get a skanky character named after you!