"Happy Christmas Freddie," Hermione breathed leaning forward to kiss her sleeping boyfriend, Fred's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily up at her.
"You're beautiful," he breathed pulling her closer, his tongue sweeping against her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth.
"Do you want to unwrap your present," she questioned, pulling away from him.
"Are you my present," he asked, one hand reaching forward to brush one of her pebbled nipples through the sheer red negligence she was wearing.
"Always, but first the gift I got you," she told him reaching for a red and gold box and passing it to him.
"Whatever it is I will love it," he told her, pulling the ribbon to open the gift.
Inside the box was a moving photograph of him and Hermione, dancing in the storeroom late one evening, Hermione's head was thrown back, laughing at something he'd said. The Fred in the photograph smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear and leaned down to kiss the girl in his arms before the photo looped again.
"George took it, he showed it to me a few weeks ago, it's not much but when I saw it, I knew I wanted you to have it. When Harry and Ron left, I was a mess, slowly you, our friends, your family and the Slytherin's have started putting me back together. I'm not perfect and I have a long way to go but I want to thank you for not giving up on me, for loving me, and caring enough to pull me out of gutters when I was drunk and high, for holding my hair when I was sick, for making me realise I don't have to live up to society's expectations of the golden girl; brains of the trio that took down Voldemort. Thank you for opening your arms, heart and home to me. If it wasn't for you, I'd likely still be miserable or dead in a gutter. I love you Fredrick Weasley," she told him seriously.
"I love you too Hermione, and I am proud of the progress you've made so far this year," he replied, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down to rest against his chest as a knock sounded on their bedroom door.
"Are you guys decent," George's voice called. Hermione scrambled under the duvet as Fred chuckled.
"Yes, brother we are decent," he called. The door opened and George bounced in, settling at the end of the bed a small box held in one hand.
"Mione, Malfoy sent you a gift, his owl just dropped it off," George told her, passing the box towards her. The box was tiny, fitting in the palm of her hand easily. It was Silver in colour with a green bow affixed to the top of it. Curiously she lifted the lid, gasping at the gorgeous necklace inside, a miniature book hanging from the intricate chain. There was also a note inside which she pulled out and carefully unfolded to read:
Hermione, thank you for the help
Selecting gifts, I saw this and thought
of you. Hope you have a wonderful
Christmas.
Draco x
"That was very thoughtful of him," Fred said pulling the necklace out of the box and fastening it around her neck.
"It's gorgeous," Hermione admired looking down at the necklace where it settled above her breasts.
"Not jealous that another man got your girlfriend jewellery, Freddie," George asked.
"On the contrary, I like it actually," Fred smirked.
"Still planning on luring Malfoy to the dark side," his twin asked.
"Naturally," Fred replied, and George laughed as he stood up to exit the room.
"Remember we have to be at the Burrow for eleven," he reminded them as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.
"I want to make love to you, in nothing but that necklace," Fred whispered pulling the duvet down to revel his girlfriend's body, leaning forward he took one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over the hardened peak, a thin piece of satin all that separated him from her milky flesh.
"Oh, yes please," she breathed, pulling his boxers down, one hand encasing his hardened cock.
"This beautiful outfit needs to go," he told her, clicking his fingers the satin negligee and matching knickers were banished, leaving his girlfriend naked and needy. "So wet for me," he breathed his fingers trailing through her slick folds to brush against her sensitive clit.
"I need Freddie, please," she begged.
"I know what you need, spread your legs," he told her lowering his head, his tongue stroking her folds while two fingers thrust within her.
"Ooo-oh-ah-ohh, I-I'm, ooh Ahhh," Hermione came with a scream her walls quivering around his fingers as he sucked on her clitoris.
"On your knees baby," he told her helping her flip over. Wandlessly, he summoned a tie, tying her hands to the headboard above her and lined his cock with her slickened entrance. Hermione moaned as he thrust in, filling her completely, his head brushing against her womb. Placing one hand on her stomach, the other playing with her breast, Fred thrust with abandon, fucking her hard and fast the way she liked it.
"Harder, oh please," she begged as he sucked on the juncture of her neck and collarbone.
"You like that, Mione, my cock inside you, thrusting within you, I'm going to release myself within you Mione. While you ware Draco's necklace it will be my cum within you. Would you like that baby," he asked pinching her nipple hard as he thrust back into her.
"Yes please, come inside me," she begged, whining in need as he continued to pound within her.
"I want you to come on my cock, to milk me dry, can you do that baby," he asked, lowering the hand that was on her stomach to her swollen clit, where he flicked it quickly, drawing her orgasm out of her. Hermione's back arched against him, her arms pulling her restraints taught as she let out a primal scream, her cunt clenching hard around his swollen cock. With a grunt, Fred came thrusting into her as he released himself within her.
"Good girl," he breathed, kissing her throat tenderly, "I love you," he told her as he released her hands, pulling her towards him he rolled over, laying onto his back, Hermione atop of him. Twisting round Hermione faced him, his cock still within her.
"I love you too. Think you could go again," she asked, bouncing on his now semi erect cock.
"Only if you're in charge," he told her. Hermione smiled down at him and reached for the tie that still hung from the headboard, "arms in the air, Freddie, it's time for you to see how frustrating it can be to not be able to touch yourself," she told him as she tied him up, bouncing slowly on his cock.
"Faster, Mione," he breathed.
"Patience Freddie, I'm in charge now, she told him with a smirk. "Now imagine this, me bouncing on your cock, so full, of you it hurts but Draco's here with us, he want's to be inside me too," she breathed speeding up her bounces as she spoke.
"You'd tear," he breathed.
"Do you not think I could take it, both of you inside me, wouldn't you prepare me for it, lubricate me, fill me with toy's each one bigger than the last," she breathed," leaning forward to kiss him.
"Would you like that, me stretching you out, preparing you to take the both of us," he asked.
"Yes, imagine it, and when the time came that I was ready, where would he put it, in my arse or would he squeeze it into my cunt along side yours, I'd be so full both of you thrusting within me, coming together as I milk both of you," she told him, slamming herself down hard on his dick.
"Oh, you'd look glorious so full of our cocks, of our seeds," he replied, moaning loudly, his hips thrusting needly against her cunt.
"I want that Freddie," she told him, her walls clenching around him, milking him dry for a second time.
"Soon baby," he panted, his mind imagining himself and Draco thrusting within her in tandem their hard cocks brushing against each other as her walls fluttered around them. He wanted to make it a reality.
"I don't think I've ever come so hard," Hermione commented, they were laid in bed, her head against his chest, both of them sweaty, their groins sticky from the combination of their releases.
"The thought of Draco and I within you really got you going," he replied, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
"That and the breeding kink, the thought of been filled makes me so went, so needy," she confessed.
"I have a confession, whenever I come within you, I imagine you swelling with my child," he told her quietly.
"I'm not ready for that yet, I have my NEWT'S to finish, a career to start, you know I'm on the potion, we haven't been together that long," she told him seriously.
"I know but long term that's what I want Mione, I want to be married to you, to have children with you, I've fancied you for years and now I have you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he told her.
"I can imagine that, us married, starting a family. I'm nowhere near ready for a family but we can practice as much as you want, you coming within me. Then one day we can do it for real no potions preventing me form conceiving and you can watch me swell with your child." She told him.
"Oi love birds, you forgot the silencing charm and it's almost eleven, get your arses up to go to the Burrow," George's voice sounded through the door, accompanied by two knocks. The sound of Angelina's laughter followed; "Leave them be Georgie," they heard the dark-haired girl say as the couple moved away from the door.
"Oh god that's so embarrassing, I can't believe they heard all that," Hermione groaned as Fred laughed.
"I was rather quiet, it was you screaming like a primal worrier princess," he laughed.
"It isn't funny Freddie," she said, hitting his chest.
"Oh, it is, and you know it," he said, Hermione fought the urge to smile, Fred smirked knowingly at her and soon both of them were laughing as they stumbled out of the bed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.