Quidditch was grand but will Freddie-Boy claim his prize?
Who is left to help out his poor brother but George!
I've been listening to Ed Sheeran while writing these which is sort of serendipitous. (I'm ridiculously excited for his concert in September!)
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Fred had just left a very dazed Hermione with his shirt, his dog, and something to think about. He hadn't guess that Charlie's simple plan would be so effective. But Hermione had been staring at him like she was going to eat him for lunch, not that he had a problem with it. He appreciated being appreciated. As he joined his family Charlie gave him a questioning look and Fred simply smiled and stretched his arms over his head. He could feel Hermione watching him. He had no problem with showing off.
They played furiously and aggressively. You don't enter the Weasley Quidditch pitch with hopes of a clean game. Ginny was the dirtiest of them all. He was thankful she was on his team. She was brutal. He was pretty sure she had hexed Harry at some point. Love means nothing on the pitch. Charlie had complained about the teams until Harry had come out to join and then he had shut up. Bill and Charlie were a ferocious team because they had played together before the other twins had come along - Percy had refused to play as a child - and with Harry's speed they almost had a chance. Almost.
George and Fred were perfectly in sync and were just as vicious as Ginny. And as the twins had encouraged Ginny's playing more than anyone else they were familiar with her movements as well. It was a close match but they had had won. Which meant that technically Hermione owed him a kiss. He was about to go get his prize when George stopped him.
"I've stayed out of it mate because it was funny as hell watching you fumble your way through, but seriously just tell her." George said running a hand through his unbound hair.
"Just tell her what?" Fred was laying stupid and George gave him a knowing look.
"That you're mad about her, that you want to carry her books and that you've already named your children; you want at least 10 right? And you'll raise them all while she saves the world!" George teased prancing around his brother.
Fred chased him for a moment telling him to shut it. "I'm not mad about her... not really."
"Are you really going to stick to that story Gred? It's me. I owe you for setting me up with Ang. I'm telling you if you just tell her you can start your happy little life together. You guys already act like a couple. Make it official so I can tease you about makin' out in broom closets." George winked before running back to the Burrow.
Fred wanted to pretend George was wrong but he wasn't. Georgie was always right. He could do it. Just do it, he told himself repeatedly as he jogged back to her. Poppy got up and ran to his feet. Hermione stood and held out his shirt.
"It seems I've won." He said grabbing the shirt and tugging it over his head.
"So it would seem." She was looking up at him with those wide eyes that kept him up at night.
"I do believe you owe me something."
"Oh?" Her voice was soft and her eyes lingered on his lips.
He should have told her then but his hands moved first. They grabbed her hips and pulled her into him. Her hands came up and rested on his chest to steady herself. She looked up at him and somehow he couldn't just rush down to kiss her. One of his hands came up to her face and cupped her jaw, his thumb traced her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered to a close. He lowered his head slowly. He wanted this too much to rush. His nose slid along hers and their lips barely touched. His lips didn't push. They brushed slowly, sweetly, against hers.
He was happy to take his time but Hermione's hand twisted in his shirt and pulled him closer, pressing her lips firmly against his. He wasted no time in dominating the kiss. His lips moved confidently against hers. He pressed and caressed and devoured and let his tongue flick out against her upper lip. She opened her mouth slightly and he pulled away, letting his lips just barely brush against hers as he pulled away.
Her eyes were still closed when he looked down at her. Her mouth was a brighter shade of pink and a bit fuller. he was pleased but he could definitely do better. Later, he reminded himself. Her eyes finally opened and she looked up at him with cloudy eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak but instead she looked down. Her hand was still clutching his shirt but the other one came up to touch her lips. She smiled a bit behind her fingers.
"By the way, I fancy you." He smiled, wriggled his brows and then ran off with Poppy at his heels.
"Frederick Gideon, you git!" She called after him.
Git indeed. He should have kissed her a bit longer.
HE FINALLY KISSED HER!
HEEHEEHEEE!
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