Hermione sighed, punching the air in front of her when she realised she was alone on the couch.

"Morning gorgeous," Fred smiled as he sat on the edge of the couch and passed her a fresh cup of coffee. Hermione felt slightly ashamed of the poor mood she had woken up in, although Fred's smiling face and the cup of coffee quickly lowered this feeling.

"Where is Drew?" Hermione asked, although secretly she wanted to know where George was.

"He is with George," Fred smiled mischievously, "he wanted to make sure things at the shop were running smoothly.

"So we are alone?" Hermione smiled mimicking sweetness.

"Yep, you need to get dressed though, summer dress or something like that," Fred grinned before running out of the room, popping his head back in to say, "and some comfortable shoes." Bouncing out of the room again Hermione shook her head, wondering what he had planned.

Fred knew Hermione had wanted to do activities with him that didn't involve getting dressed, Fred knew he should get so much enjoyment out of annoying his wife but he really couldn't help it. He had been so exhausted last night, but after an eleven hour sleep he felt like his amazingly attractive funny self again.

"Ready?" Fred asked enthusiastically.

"Yes," Hermione replied pleasantly, Fred knew she wasn't in the best mood, but he has a feeling that wasn't going to last.

"My lady," Fred said offering his arm to his wife.

"Good sir," Hermione laughed lightly, having to suppress the motion of her eyes rolling back.

Hermione felt her stomach lurch forward as she side-along apparated to an unknown location. "I really do hate that feeling," Hermione expressed callously but with a hint of a smile on her face, but no one saw it. As soon as Hermione had let go of Fred's arm he had disappeared, although it took her a moment to notice.

"Where are we?" she added, the air was damp, she was standing on deep leaf matter and was surrounded by mossy rocks and bright green plants with huge leaves. Hermione knew it was warmer than it felt but it was a shady location under a thick canopy.

There was a narrow windy path heading down the slope, having no idea what Fred was up to she decided to follow the path. The track was moist but the ground was still solid and she managed to find footings easily.

Hermione sucked under a large rock hanging over the path, when she appeared on the other side she was breathless, the scene was so very poetic and awe inspiring. A seventy metre tall waterfall made strident crashing sounds as is pounded into a pool at its base, the noise was so loud infact, that she only just managed to hear Fred's voice. She hadn't been able to understand what he was saying, but the fact that he was standing in thigh deep water naked was instruction enough.

Hermione took off her clothes carefully, folding them and placing them on a nearby rock, as a partial pay back for Fred's behaviour that morning. Once bare Hermione ever so slowly wadded into the water pretending it was cold, she hesitated, even though the water was quite warm, she didn't want to seem too eager.

Hermione stopped progressing as she came within a few metres of her husband, they then circled each other, as if in a game of cat and mouse. Hermione held her breath as she ducked under water, she was under for nearly a minute. When she emerged Fred grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her into a light hearted embrace. Hermione wrapped her arms around his upper back and pulling his torso into hers, she then gently kicked one of his legs and flung her weight backwards. Fred was surprised as he fell on top of Hermione and under the water momentarily, but their lips didn't part till their bodies once again surfaced.

"I love you so much," Hermione gasped, pulling her wet hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears."

"And I plan on showing you how much I love you," Fred smiled, in a way only Weasley twins are capable of.

Fred roughly picked Hermione up by her thighs and sitting her on a partially submerged rock, with water covering her only half way up her pelvis. Fred lifted her legs up so they were propped on a step in the rock. Rocking her hips back and lifting her pelvis to be now just over half way out of the water.

"And how much is that Fred Weasley?" Hermione smiled as she laid back on the rock and looked for support as Fred buried his face between her legs. She felt like a lizard on the warm rock, absorbing its heat as she laid there. Needless to say Hermione found out exactly how much Fred loved her. It was also in that same blissful moment that she realised she had to break it off with George. Fred was enough for her, he always had been and he had just proven he still is.

Aww Hermione is being mature =) But can she really follow her own logic this time! This story doesn't have much longer to go now. I plan on writing another fic with this grouping sometime soonish, if you want more you had best alert me.

Apologise for the short chapter!

DF