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Ive been a bit busy with studying for my GED and helping people with essays for college as well as requests but I am trying to get this done.

I feel like this chapter is a going to push their relationship forward a bit. I'm going to put in the dream I had because I can't stop thinking about it.

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Fred was looking forward to tonights dinner a little too much. He had a plan, a devious and marvelous plan. Somehow, after numerous attempts, he still hadn't given Hermione an orgasm. Which just didn't sit right with him. He had many opportunities but every time they got going they got interrupted. He was quite sure he could satisfy her. Not to be cocky, but hey. He was more desperate to touch her than anything. She felt everything more than any one he had ever been with. She was alive with passion and he wanted her to feel all the pleasure that she gave him just by existing.

He was waiting for Hermione to arrive. She was to have dinner with his family, as usual, but tonight would be ever so unusual. He had left Poppy at home because she seemed to be their biggest interrupter at the moment. He had helped his mother with dinner so that he could keep busy. He would gone mad with impatience if not for his mother. He had just finished setting the table when Hermione had arrived.

She looked lovely as usual. Her hair seemed larger than normal but her cheeks were rosy and her eyes sparkling. She was wearing his Weasley sweater and a knee length black skirt. She was wearing flats and he wondered that he she wasn't hot. It was late August but still. She seemed fond of his sweater though. She was constantly wearing it, not that he minded. She was immediately dragged into a conversation with Angelina and Ginny about the wedding plans. She looked interested but he could tell she didn't care anymore than he did.

She extricated herself and came to him. He tangled their fingers together and she kissed his cheek. He was a bit disappointed but he had to remember where they were.

"Hello, Love. Long time no see." He gave her hand a squeeze.

"I saw you three days ago. That is hardly a long time." She smiled.

"Hardly a long time? I'll have you know a minute parted from you is sorrow!" He said loudly and dramatically. She flushed and smacked his chest. "You're next to me tonight." He said with a wicked grin.

She looked confused but complied silently. Usually she sat next to Harry and Ron but she didn't mind sitting next to Fred. In fact, she was grateful for it. In just a few short weeks she would be back at Hogwarts for her final year and wouldn't get to see him very often. It was rather unfortunate but her education was a priority.

Everyone gathered around the table and took their seats rather quickly. Their plates were filled and as usual the room filled with loud chatter. Fred was talking to Charlie, across from him, about his most recent project. He knew everyone was engaged in a conversation so no one would notice. He sat his hand on Hermione's knee as he spoke. She looked at him but seemingly to check that he meant to. She then continued to ask Ginny about training with the Harpies and Ginny began to go in great length about how wonderful it was. Fred took the opportunity to let his hand slide up her thigh, under her skirt. Her hand moved to rest on his and his thumb ran over her thigh in small circles.

She squeezed his hand but he took it as encouragement. He moved his hand higher. His hand slid easily against the smooth skin of her thigh. He could feel the heat from her center already and then his hand touched the edge of her panties. Lace, he thought amused. She was usually practical with her panties. Though he had found out that she was fond of lace. He owed her a pair already from an encounter a week prior. Her hand moved to his leg and give it a squeeze.

He didn't feel like fighting with the fabric. He slipped a finger into the fabric and ripped it effectively. He was smiling and speaking to Charlie as if nothing was happening. He could see the heat in Hermione's care but Ginny was still talking and she was nodding politely. His fingers teased her lips before running up and down her slit. He rubbed her fluids over her and let his palm press against her clit. Her hips jerked and she bit her lip but otherwise showed no sign of the activities under the table. He didn't quite like that; not that he had any intention of getting caught.

He slipped a finger into her and heard her whimper under her breath. The hand on his thigh squeezed. He received no vocal complaint so he continued to thrust his finger into her at a slow pace. Her hips edged forward against his hand and her thighs parted more. He took the chance to add a second finger. She moaned lightly and covered it with an agreement to whatever Ginny said.

"You alright, 'Mione? You look a bit flushed." He asked lightly, as though he didn't know.

She glared at him. "I'm fine."

We'll have to remedy that. He set a faster face, allowing his palm to tease he clit with every thrust. Her hand was gripping his thigh and the table tightly. He wanted to kiss her white knuckles. He continued his pace and he felt her begin to tighten around him. He knew she was sensitive but she seemed to be overly so tonight. What a vixen, he thought immediately. His hand was dripping with moisture and she excused herself from her conversation with Ginny.

"Fred." She practically moaned softly.

"Yes, Love?" He looked at her with a knowing smile. She looked at him desperately.

She leaned her head towards him, as though she was whispering to him. "Please... I can't hold back anymore."

He took pity on her and curled his fingers. He kissed her quickly to silence her moan as she came. He felt her muscles contract around his fingers and her hand gripped his thigh painfully. She pulled away and laid her forehead on his shoulder, panting. She had forgotten the people around her. He pulled his hand free and she shivered.

"By me, you must be a mighty fine kisser from the state of her." George said with a glint in his eyes.

"I'm the very best. Right, 'Mione?"

Hermione hummed and everyone at the table seemed to get it, all but Mr. Weasley who was all too happy with his meal to take notice of any activity beyond his plate. Fred saw the horror and disapproval on his mothers face but he decided to focus on the dreamy gaze of his Word Nerd. She looked positively blissful and he would be more than happy to supply her with a few more orgasms... or maybe a few hundred. He licked his hand and Charlie laughed so hard the table shook. Luckily, for Hermione's sake, everyone pretended not to notice.

Fred was all too happy during his reprimanding later. He wondered if Hermione would let him taste her next time...

There you have it!

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