Freddie confessed and kissed Hermione! Woohoooooo, but we can't just leave it at that can we? No. Life is too short to end a story without sex :)

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Fred had been hoping to stay and chat with Hermione but he had gotten an owl from the shop about lack of workers and a rush. He had taken Poppy home and gone to the shop. He was glad he apparated into the apartment above because he wouldn't have gotten into the shop if he had taken the front entrance; owner or not. He was practically attacked the minute he entered. He was pulled every way imaginable. He could scarcely move. The shop was packed and he watched, with great amusement, the desperation each customer exuded.

By the time the shop was cleared and closed Fred was exhausted. He apparated home, flopped onto his couch, and allowed himself to relax. Who would have guessed that supplying a laugh could be so tiring? He didn't recall falling asleep but he was woken up by the sound of short, sharp knock on his door. He got up and grumbled about people interrupting hard workers while they relaxed and who could possibly need him while he was sleeping. He opened the door with a building growl but it died.

"Hermione?"

She looked so adorable. She was was soaked. Her hair wasn't wild and her eyelashes held water. He followed a droplet down her neck. Her thin jumper was wet as well and her jeans looked insanely uncomfortable. Her little feet were far from protected in flats. She shivered.

"Mind letting me in? It's a bit cold out here."

He stepped aside and Poppy came rushing in. She attempted to jump on Hermione but she crossed her arms and turned around. In a stern voice she said no. When Poppy settled a bit Hermione pet her and told her what a good girl she was. Fred laughed and picked his pup up and went to his couch. Hermione stood awkwardly in the door.

"Come in. Don't mind the floors." He said with a smile. She tiptoed in and he laughed. " Go dry off. I'll find you something to wear."

She crept carefully towards the bathroom and he let out a large laugh. Hadn't he told her not to mind the floors? He went into his room and dug around in his closet for something warm that might actually fit her. He came out with his Weasley sweater and a pair of draw string pajamas. He knocked on the door. She opened it and his breath hitched.

She had been wearing a white silk camisole under her jumper and it was just as wet as the rest of her. It clung to her in a tantalizing manner. He could see her nipples, pebbled and hard from the cold. His hands clenched the fabric of his clothing. He looked down to avoid her chest but was met with lavender panties. Nothing special; just cotton that teased him. He flushed.

"Fred, are you alright?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine. Dandy!" He held the clothes out.

"Thank you." She grabbed with her small hands and sat them down on the counter. She looked at him and touched his cheek. "You're a bit warm, but I don't think you have a fever."

Fred couldn't take it any longer. His hand slid to the back of her neck and tilted her head back. He gave her a searing kiss as his other hand came to her hip. His finger gripped her there and tightened as his kiss grew in ferocity. His lips massaged hers with a bruising strength. Her hands were tangled in his hair and she was pressing herself against him. His hands moved to her ass and squeezed it. She moaned into his mouth and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved her to the counted and his hands went to her thighs.

She was playing with his tongue with hers and her hands seemed to be firmly attached to his hair. Her hips met his and he groaned. She did it again almost teasingly. He left her lips and went to her neck. She let out a loud whimper. He nipped and sucked and licked and she seemed to be urging his head lower. He obeyed gladly. He let a calloused finger slip the strap of her camisole down so he could feel her skin.

His mouth hungrily sought her breast. He teased her nipple with a quick swipe of his tongue.

"Fred!" She called out both a plead and a demand.

He smirked before sucking on her pebbled rosebud. He let his teeth graze and his tongue caress as he sucked. She was moaning and thrusting her hips. He was all too happy to do this forever but he didn't want the other breast to feel left out. He took his hands from her thighs. One held her waist and the other massaged the unattended breast.

He switched sides and she keened. Her hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, clawing at his back. He was very pleased indeed. Until he heard the familiar crack of apparition. He groaned. He pulled back, fixed her camisole. He gave her a long, slow kiss. He smiled at her.

"Get dressed, Love, We'e got company." He looked at her dazed and disappointed face. "Don't worry. We'll continue."

He left her to get dressed. He left the bathroom and saw George playing with Poppy.

"I was wondering where you were."

"You've got rubbish timing, mate." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh? I was just coming to see how the shop was today."

"And to get away from Ang's mad wedding planning." Fred said with a smile.

"She's driving me crazy!" George said exasperatedly. "I almost regret asking her."

"Almost." Fred said knowingly.

George hear the creak of the door and watched with wide eyes as Hermione came out. Her wet hair had been braided and the sweater and pants swallowed her. She had clearly rolled them and they were still too long for her. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed.

"Well, hello hello Hermione." George said in a teasing voice.

Fred smacked him and sat on the couch. Hermione's cheeks burned brighter and she sat next to Fred. It wasn't close enough for his liking so he pulled her closer. She squealed. He grinned. She smacked his chest but relaxed into his side. George sat down and they all talked for awhile. Fred absentmindedly caressed Hermione's sides and somehow she had wrapped her arm around his middle. His fingers trailed lower until they were under the band of his pants. Hermione's hand gripped his shirt. He looked down at her and realized why.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

His fingers played over her skin and she pressed her face into his chest. George seemed to get the hint and left. Not that Hermione noticed. Fred let his fingers drag lower, to her thigh and Hermione shook. She made no move to stop him. His hand drifted slower to her sex when Poppy, lovely git, jumped on them.

They laughed but the mood had been clearly been broken. He lifted Hermione and took her to his room. He flopped her on the bed, pulled the covers over them and pulled her into him.

"Goodnight, Love."

"Goodnight, Fred."

She pressed a kiss to his chest and they drifted into a deep sleep.

HEYYYY! Progression! Teehee... Fred and Mione can't catch a break!

A friend and I have decided to knit each other Weasley sweater for Christmas! I'm so excited!

What's to happen next? Who knows!

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