I hope that all of you have been well and safe during this challenging time. Keep your heads up... things will eventually get back to normal. My sincerest condolenses to any of you who may of lost anyone.
Again, I'd like to thank you all for your patience and the continued love. This one is a bit of a doozy... I'm trying to keep Harry and Fred as two distinct induviduals, but have never written heavily about Harry beyond being Hermione's friend. Let me know you what think at the end?
Absolute, heavy duty lemon


"So… you ran off cause you saw her changing?" George furrowed his brow, Fred's reluctant explanation not making sense to him. Walking in on the girl of his dreams changing sounded like a pretty appealing situation if he was being honest.

"No," Fred ground out. His blushing face somehow growing even hotter at the not so distant memory. Flopping down on the bed, he buried his head under the pillow and finally filled George in on the rest of the gory details. Everything. What she was wearing, why he ran down to the shower. Even the fantasies that took over his overheated imagination. By the end of it he was curled up in a ball and George was as red as his hair.

"Oh… well…" George cleared his throat, "now I understand." His mouth flapped uselessly trying to come up with something more comforting to say, but it was impossible. Fred hadn't spared any of the way too vivid details of his fantasies and he was struggling to push the image out of his own mind now. His lips were screwed in a grimace at the image of his brother in action; his brows furrowed thoughtfully, once again wondering if he should talk to Ginny about warning Hermione. The innocent girl was liable to pass out before Fred even got warmed up.

"I'm so fucking screwed." Fred pulled him out of his thoughts with a pitiful groan.

'You're not the only one,' George couldn't stop the thought. "Yeah..." George flinched, expecting the pillow to be launched at him. Instead Fred buried his face in the mattress and screamed. George's lips twitched in a hidden smile, his earlier concerns lessening. Sure, the future promised to be intense for the couple, but Fred was so head over heels there was no doubt that he'd find a way to push the limit and not break it.

Taking pity on his brother, he moved over and sat at the edge of the bed next to him. "Relax man, it's not all that bad. So you got... hot under the collar for her. We knew that would be part and parcel for the deal. You've just got to keep it together until she's yours for sure. Then you'll be able to do anything you want to her… preferably without sending her into some sort of sexual shock. Just please, for the love of God, don't forget the silencing charms," he couldn't resist adding at the end. Fred kicked him blindly, making him smile. At least he felt better enough to hit him.

A moment of silence passed; Fred finally came out of hiding to consider what George said. At this rate it was easier said than done; his feelings had been pent up for so long everything was threatening to flood out at once. It was second nature to him to want to take her pleasure to the limit. It was a part of the desire to take care of his woman. Pamper her. Provide for her. Protect her. Make her smile and laugh. Give her screaming orgasms before they even undressed. Growling at himself he smacked his forehead, determined to dislodge and correct the dirty thought process. To his credit, George managed to resist laughing at his struggle.

Shooting him a desperate look he finally asked softly "what do I do Georgie?"


"Help get Ron acclimated to the idea," Ginny urged as she wiggled in Harry's lap to snuggle more deeply into his chest. She sighed softly, feeling him relax under her, his hands sliding to wrap around her waist and hold her hips closer. "The smoother we can pave the way for them, the better."

"I'll talk to him later tonight," Harry promised easily, nuzzling the side of her head. It would be easier than she thought. He had a feeling Ron had been seeing someone, but since he never said anything about it, he never asked. Hopefully it would put him in an understanding mood when Harry broke the news.

"And help us feed tips to George," Ginny added quickly, hoping to take advantage of the returning affectionate , Harry stiffened under her, and not in the way she'd hoped. Hoping to soften him she tilted her head back and kissed the underside of his chin near the side of his neck.

"I thought you said you guys were going to let it happen on its own," he spoke hesitantly.

"We are," Ginny protested. "Mostly…" she tacked on in the end.

Harry craned his head, green eyes piercing as he met hers directly. He knew how much it affected her when he gave her that demanding look. "Gin… you said to make it her choice," he threw her words back at her.

"We are," Ginny protested. "It's her choice ultimately, and it's Fred, not our actions that'll sway her. But he has no idea where to begin. He practically sprinted from the room when he saw her dressed just a little sexy earlier. It's all stuff he'd learn and figure out anyway. We're just giving him a head 's been crazy about her for over a decade baby… a little direction to help him navigate getting a girl he probably way out if his league isn't too much to ask. Is it?" She slid her hand behind his head to pull him into a soft, teasing kiss in another attempt at distraction. Harry had a habit of overthinking where Hermione was concerned.


George paced a little, trying to ignore Fred's unwavering gaze as he thought through his options. The girls were adamant to not let on they were in on everything and he wasn't about to risk their combined wrath by coming clean. But he was just as out of his element here as Fred. Even more so… he wasn't the one coping with the backflow of a decade long crush turned lust turned love. Finally, he decided to take a gamble. "What about… asking Harry?"

"What?" Fred stared at him like he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had. Now that he said it, it sounded like the worst possible idea, never mind that it was already an idea probably being put into action right now. Now he was going to have countless lies to keep straight. The twins were pranksters, not lyers. He tugged his ear restlessly and resumed his pacing, a million reasons why this whole plot was fucked up racing through his head. He was halted suddenly by Fred, who'd jumped up as soon as he saw George's hand stray to his ear, and grabbed the offending hand firmly, squeezing it gently.

"I'm not yelling at you Georgie," Fred spoke softer now, trying to keep his voice soothing. For the first time it struck him that this mattered just as much to George as it did to him. His heart swelled recognizing his own desire to his twin's happiness reflected strongly back at him. "I was just surprised. Asking Harry is kind of… a Hail Mary," he used yet another term they'd heard Harry use for desperate, long-shot moves.

"Yeah," George shifted away from his brother and stuffed his hands into his pockets uncomfortably, refusing to meet his gaze. "But think about it… if you want her for keeps, you'd need to get through him first anyway. He knows how to be discreet, so it's not like he'd turn around and tell her if you do ask. And who here knows her better than him? She's obviously got more going on than we see… he could be the key to getting her guard down."

Fred had to admit, George was right, even if it did grate his nerves being reminded that Harry was more her man than he was at the moment. No doubt it was a crazy idea. But sometimes crazy was the best course of action. "Fine… tonight. You get him alone and I'll break the ice." He walked over to the nightstand and picked up the brush, fixing his hair once again. "In the meantime, I have something else to take care of" he pulled on a thin black jumper and checked his appearance once more in the mirror. After a moment he reached up and mussed up his neatly brushed hair to give it a more casual look. Perfect. The black jumper made his eyes pop just as planned. A snicker behind him changed his focus to George's reflection behind him. Flicking him the bird easily, Fred slid on his shoes. Damn straight he was primping for his girl. As beautiful as she is, there's no way he was going down not looking his best.

"Where are you going?" George finally asked as Fred reached the door.

"To help Mum with dinner," was the answer tossed at him as the door snapped shut.

'Guess he's trying to make up for his blunder earlier,' George quickly began changing to jeans and an ugly checkered jumper to provide the appropriately unattractive comparison to his twin's outfit. Never let it be said he didn't go all in on his wingman duties. 'On second thought… this is probably just some convoluted way to pamper her,' he realized with a roll of his eyes.


"Here," Luna took off her necklace and handed it to Hermione. It was shaped in a crescent moon turned on its side, made of white gems weaved together with thin gold wire. "Add this and those flats.

"Thanks," Hermione took the necklace and put on the flats as she pulled it over her head.

Luna ran a critical eye over her. The dress was one of the very few items George had given his approval to, and she had to admit it was a fantastic choice. The cashmere was some of the softest she'd ever felt and while not as tight as most of the other outfits purchased today, it hugged every curve just right. Hermione had done her squat test, but was looking over her shoulder in the mirror and failed to realize that the dress was still short enough to show more than enough thigh. Stepping up, she adjusted it once more, silently approving of the neckline. While modest, it still promised a nice flash of cleavage if she bent over.

Keeping her assessment to herself, she flashed Hermione an innocent smile. "It's perfect." She declared. Seemingly innocent enough to pass Hermione's critique and sexy enough that Fred would get a nice eyeful.

"Thanks Luna," Hermione smiled, a little confused. It was weird for her to dress up like this for dinner but she shrugged it off. Maybe it was some sort of post-shopping-spree ritual she just didn't understand. "I should head downstairs. Maybe Mrs. Weasley will at least let me set the table for her."

Luna caught her as she made her way to the door. "One more thing," she took out her wand, and with a few quick flicks had Hermione's hair falling in smooth waves down her back with what Hermione quickly realized was minty lip balm giving her lips a subtle gloss.

"Oh… thanks" Hermione shook her head. No matter how old she got, she'd never understand these girly rituals.


"Fine," Harry sighed as he pulled away from the kiss before it was too late; his lips brushed softly against hers, her nose wiggling in dissatisfaction of the abruptly ended kiss. He didn't like it, but he knew Ginny was right. Hermione had grown to be more guarded since the end of the war. Even more so than him. Fred deserved a fair chance at winning her over. "How do you want to do this?" He nipped her lip, teasing and expressing his displeasure. Ginny smiled and snuggled back down into his chest.

"You just share what you think Fred needs to know with us, and George will take care of feeding it to Fred without him knowing we're feeding him information you've fed us."

"All this feeding, we're gonna get fat," Harry grumbled. A part of him didn't like having to share so much information with so many people. It bordered too close to betrayal in his mind.

"We all love her too Harry," Ginny guessed his thoughts easily. "I honestly would be willing to bet Fred does even more than us. And if he doesn't already, he will soon. She's too incredible of a woman for him not to." She tilted her head, latching her lips to the exposed junction of his shoulder, his nearly silent groan making her smile. She loved the rare chance to tease one of his more guarded sensitive spots. Her triumph ended suddenly as he wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, the tugging sensation making her gasp softly.

"You're a pretty amazing woman yourself," the tension finally left his shoulders as he bent and captured her lips, ending the kiss quickly to tease her.

Quickly forgetting their previous conversation they lost themselves in the little kisses, Harry kissing her deeply and pulling away each time she began to respond. Her little growls of frustration as she wiggled helplessly in his lap made him grin. That grin quickly faded when Ginny finally caught his lip before he could pull away and nipped it roughly making him moan. Tightening his hold around her waist, he flipped them, leaving her once again arching up into him as he finally deepened the kiss, taking full possession of her mouth. She arched into him and moaned as she finally got to taste him fully. Her curves pressed lightly against his chest, making him groan soft as he slipped his leg between hers, forcing them apart to rest his weight against her. "How long do you think we have before dinner?" He whispered between kisses, sliding a hand under her shirt to skim over her smooth skin and up to cup her breast over her bra.

"Long enough," she moaned as his clever fingers found her nipple and circled it promisingly. A sudden pinch to one of them made her cry out arching into him once again, pushing the assaulted breast into his hand enticingly. There was a moment of temptation to just magic their clothing away. However, Harry enjoyed stripping his little vixen far too much to let the opportunity go to waste. With his free hand he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it off as she sat up to help him. Taking advantage of her new position, he wrapped his arms around her to unhook her bra, as he attached the newly revealed cleavage, nibbling on the newly exposed flesh hungrily. He wound his arms tightly around her to hold her steady as he determinedly marked the soft skin. Ginny's soft moans and occasional yelps when he got a little too amorous fueled him on.

"Mmmm… it's never enough time with you," he moaned as he tossed the bra aside, quickly claiming a nipple, sucking it hard in the way guaranteed to make her throw her head back and moan for him. Taking advantage, he gently lowered her back to the bed and ran his thumb over the neglected nipple. She wiggled desperately, pulling at him, silently demanding more between small moans.

Needing to feel her skin to skin, he pulled back long enough to yank off his own shirt and laid back down, crushing his chest to hers as he kissed her deeply. Giggling a little, Ginny removed the fogged glasses once again for him, pulling away just long enough to place them carefully on the far side of the bed. Harry growled impatiently at the interruption and bit down hard on her now exposed ear, licking it as he tugged. Her responding moan eased his impatience, prompting him to do it again, softer.

"Please," she whined needily, planting her feet on the bed to press her hips up and grind into him desperately. "We can go slower next time baby. Please?"

Harry buried his face in her neck and slid down to lick along her clavicle. He groaned low in the back of his throat. "We need a vacation," he announced, knowing full well that next time would be much further away than he preferred.

"Agreed," Ginny leaned up to kiss his chest, basking in the resulting low groan as she quickly undid his pants and wrapped her legs around him to kick them down. Desperate to spur him into action faster, she grabbed his freed cock tightly, dragging her hand over the length tortuously slowly and wiped her thumb firmly over the tip, gathering the precum already beading and using it to massage the head of his cock roughly.

"Fuck!" Harry hissed into her shoulder, his hips thrusting forward into her hand. Finally giving in, he sat upright and made quick work of the rest of her clothes, tossing them aside before thrusting into her hard, determined to slam as deep into her as possible immediately.

They both moaned, the relief of finally being joined intimately fueling their passion. "Legs up," Harry demanded, his voice dropping to a dark rasp as he gripped her thighs tightly already fucking into her with short hard thrust, taking her breath away. Sliding his hand up, he grabbed the calf and threw them over his shoulders, his hands once again gripping her thighs and yanking her into the rapid thrusts. He watched her breasts bounce each time he bottomed out in her, her growing moans spurring him on. Needing more, he slid his hands under her ass, tilting it up for him as he leaned in, forcing her knees to her chest as he slid impossibly deeper.

"Shit," Ginny gasped, never getting sick of how completely he filled her, so deep it hurt just right. Quickly, he set a punishing pace, pounding into her as he reached up and wrapped his hands over her shoulder from behind, using the leverage to lean in even further, letting him pull her into each thrust even harder as head captured her lips in a hard kiss, muffling her cries of pleasure.

"Play with yourself," he growled against her lips, barely leaning back just enough for her to slip her hand between them, refusing to slow down. He moaned, watching her hands grasp at her breasts. "Harder. Pull your nipples and twist them," his voice was gravely despite his panting for breath.

Ginny quickly obeyed, loving when he got rough, and pulled her nipples until jolts of pleasure made her whimper, her pussy clenching around him. The moment he felt her clench around him, he adjusted his thrusts, angling his body to force her legs up and raise her ass in the air, each movement dragging roughly over her sweet spot as he pulled her even harder into each brutal thrust. Ginny quickly abandoned her nipples in favor of clutching the sheets tightly, her moans turning high-pitched and needy, the rough treatment blending into pleasure. Determined to push her over the edge, he tilted his head down and caught her nipple between his teeth, biting down hard as he lengthened his thrust to sudden long, hard ones, making her breasts bounces harder, yanking the captured nipple. She came hard and fast, the pleasure so immense all she could do was gasp for breath and ride it out. Refusing to be done just yet, he pulled back, letting the abused nipple scrape free and slapped her clit, not missing a single thrust, sending her into a second orgasm before the first was truly finished. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she writhed helplessly, dragging his own orgasm from him just a few thrusts later.

Thoroughly spent, he fell upon her, both of them letting the pleasure slowly fade as they caught their breaths. Finally coming to his senses, he gently lowered her legs back down, gently kissing her. First on the cheeks below each eye, making them flutter open and meet his. Then gently on her lips, their kisses slow and loving. Sliding down, he gently kissed each mark left on her chest and soothed the bruised nippled with his tongue, watching her face for any signs of pain. Smiling, she reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. Smoothly, he turned and kissed her exposed inner wrist too, earning an even brighter smile. Sliding back to sit on his knees, and gently kissed her pelvis, hips and inner thighs, gently massaging them after the rough treatment and extreme stretching they just had. Satisfied, he finally laid back down beside her, pulling her into his arms.

"I love you," Ginny whispered, kissing him, making him smile. He held her tighter, reaching for the pillow to slide beneath their heads.

"I love you too," he kissed her forehead softly, running his hand along her side.


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