"Now what?" George turned and questioned them both, unable to meet either of their eyes.
"You finish up your water and snacks, take the dreamless potion and try and get a good night's sleep," Hermione answered easily. She leaned back against Fred, relaxing.
Fred tightened his arms around her waist just slightly and forcibly resisted nuzzling her neck. His Marking Spot was right there – and his baser instincts were screaming at him to take advantage. She was obviously weary from pulling her healing miracle earlier, and he knew deep down that one little bite would have her melting completely for him. 'Little Angel deserves a reward,' his Primal side was all but screaming, flashing images of all the different ways to reward her later through his brain. His Soft Dom side only seemed to be able to protest about half of them.
"I have some lavender candles we can light. And a little scented pillow you could use as well if you'd like." Her voice drew him from his inner battle, giving the rational side a chance to drop-kick the horny side to a temporary silence.
Silence hung in the room as the twins shared a look, a full conversation in a single glance. She spoke casually, like she was planning her day despite pulling George back from the edge and handing them a full care plan with seemingly no effort. And there was no denying the weirdness of her plopping down on the floor earlier. It was telling that she had settled so quickly, being held in Fred's lap. He reveled in having her there, but it could hardly be considered a normal place for her to be seated. Especially not with another, unoccupied bed available. It was doubtful she even realized she'd been pulled into a personal bubble between the two that was rarely penetrated. Obviously, her mind was miles away, and neither man was sure where it had wandered.
Fred had an uncomfortable certainty that Hermione hadn't been totally honest about no longer suffering her own issues following the aftermath of the war. He started feeling twitchy again. It wasn't a question of whether or not he could handle trying to take care of them both. It was a matter of how efficiently and completely he could provide and protect the two most important people in his life. Stuck in a completely different whirlwind of thought, George bit his lip hard, convinced any second Hermione would demand they drag him away to be with the other lunatics.
"Stop," Hermione ordered, suddenly fully focused and demanding. Instantly Fred's hands froze; he hadn't even realized he'd been rubbing along her arms, the need to take care of someone overriding his consciousness. Apparently, it was becoming a compulsion. "Not you," Hermione glanced over her shoulder at him and gave a little wiggle, encouraging him to continue, much to both men's surprise.
"If you keep biting it like that, you'll split it," she continued, nodding at George. Fred's hands froze at her elbows, knowing in his gut that she was talking from personal experience now.
George reached up to grab at his abused ear, turning to stare at the plate of scones. Boldly, Hermione reached out and grabbed the offending hand away and refused to let go when he tried to pull away. "It's okay George," Her voice slipped back into the low, peaceful tone from earlier. "You're okay. I'm not letting anyone take you away to some godforsaken hospital with doctors who wouldn't know the Hippocampus from their fucking Thalamus."
"What?" the twins asked, falling back into unison again.
"Brain bits," she waved them off. "The point is the wizarding world is woefully behind on mental health! It's ridiculous that such an advanced society would be so behind on basic science. I mean, we can regrow broken bones with a potion, but fix the mind… noooo that's too forward thinking. Let's just lock up innocent people who need fucking help!" She was seething just thinking about it.
Fred ducked his head to hide the grin he was fighting off behind her bushy hair. Between her little rant and the shocked look on George's face it was hard to contain himself. The fact that the irater she got, the more she squirmed around in his lap wasn't helping. "You're smashing when you're angry," he couldn't resist.
"Ready to smash heads together," she didn't hesitate.
George's eyes bounced between the two for a moment, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on. Hermione was flushed, her eyes shooting daggers. She really did look ready to start throwing punches. Behind her Fred officially lost the battle and was grinning like a fool as the petite witch. He couldn't help it. He started to chuckle. Fred quickly joined, leaning forward to wrap Hermione in a tight hug. George watched as her face morphed from anger to flustered, a blush quickly spreading as Fred held her tighter, chuckling lowly in her ear. It was like the growing bubble of tension finally popped. He flopped back, full on cackling as he watched the oblivious couple, unable to contain himself as he gasped for air. The Oblivious Couple, their new, unofficial name, couldn't hold back wide smiles as they watched him.
"And there's the release," Hermione murmured softly. She was more relaxed now too, the tension she'd been holding hidden deep inside letting go as well now that the cycle was complete.
Ron yawned widely and shifted a little, careful to not disturb the blond curled up in his arms. Tonight, marked their one-month anniversary together. He carded his fingers lightly through the silky locks as he watched the flames in the fireplace. First official month at least. Ironic that the man who usually couldn't be bothered remembered something so specific as their first official date versus their casual get together lunches. The body shifted against his, squirming a little to get more comfortable on the couch. Thoughtlessly, he turned and brushed his lips against their forehead in a light kiss before leaning back and kicking his feet up on the ottoman. Tilting his head back, he couldn't help but to smile a little. The best relationship he'd ever had so far, and they hadn't even had sex yet. He wasn't purposefully keeping it a secret. Rather… he liked that he had something all his own. Their private world they managed to build together in stolen kisses and secrete glances. He yawned again. Eventually he'd tell the others. Merlin knew he was falling too fast to be able to hide it for much longer. Afterall, it wasn't in the nature of a Weasley to hide away his love… they were too possessive, too proud, and too affectionate to hold it all in.
Harry tightened his arms around Ginny, exchanging unhurried kisses. They'd stripped down but were just focused on holding one another and enjoying being skin to skin. Playfully, he licked into her ear making her curl her shoulders up protectively as she giggled at the weird sensation. He grinned and wedged his way through her defenses to do it again, making her squirm with laughter. For all their power play and passion, this was his favorite. Making her smile and taking their time together. She always laughed and complained when he nibbled at her ear. It wasn't one of those things that turned her to putty; he was pretty sure she had no idea how wet she'd get when he did it. It was his own secrete way to seduce her. He lulled her into a false sense of peace by pretending to go for a kiss and changed direction at the last second to attack her ear again, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping it harshly. She snorted with laughter again, slapping his chest as she struggled to pull away. Taking advantage, he tightened his grip with a playful growl and smoothly slid his knee between her legs. Swiftly and licked into her ear again, distracting her further as he pressed his knee up to her core. She was already dripping.
Finally relenting, he pulled back and kissed her slowly as he ran his fingers down her spine. She was still smiling as she sunk into the kiss, easily letting his deepen it. With ease, he rolled to his back, pulling her body over his and he ran his fingers through her hair before gripping it to pull her closer as he sucked lightly on her tongue.
There… that little moan that never failed to send his blood flowing south. Needing to hear it again he slid his free hand down her back, pausing just long enough to grip her ass tightly before skimming his fingers down her crack to find her waiting pussy. Without hesitation he pushed two fingers into her, curling them repeatedly against that sensitive place deep inside to force another broken moan from her lips. He broke the kiss and leaned his head back to watch the glazed look of pleasure on her face as he slowly pumped his fingers. Her head dropped to his shoulder, gasping his name needily. Smoothly, he sucked her ear lobe into his mouth once again as he pulled his fingers free and pushed his cock deep inside her. The giggling gasp as she tightened around him made him groan.
"Fuck baby… ride me," he finally demanded, unable to hold back any longer as he thrust up into her.
She pulled herself up with no little effort, moaning loudly as he sank deeper inside her. His hands tightened over her hips, head tilting back with a deep groan as he struggled to keep his eyes open against the intense pleasure. He didn't want to miss a moment of her as she bounced on his cock, head thrown back as she grasped her nipples pulling moan after moan from her lips. Needing to feel her cum around him, he moved one of his hands to rub her clit with quick gentle swipes as he began to thrust up into her urgently. She cried out, falling forward to press her face into his shoulder, biting down to muffle her cries as he quickly pushed her over the edge to a brutal orgasm. Refusing to give her a chance to recover, he flipped over, throwing her legs over his shoulders as he lifted her hips up and continued to pound into her clenching heat, insistently hitting a spot inside that that made her see stars. Withing moments she fell over the edge again crying out as Harry quickly followed, spilling deep inside her. Panting for breath, he dropped down over her, propped up on his elbows. Slowly, Ginny opened her eyes and grinned at him. They huffed in light laughter, and he rolled to the side, pulling her with him to curl into his chest.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she kissed his chest.
Hermione slipped off of Fred' lap, much to his immense disappointment and patted George on the leg affectionately. George titled his head up and gave her a sad little smile. She reached out a hand, helping him sit back up and went to sit back on the floor in front of him only to be halted halfway down by both twins reaching out to her. She shot them a weird look, as though it were weird for them to have a problem with her incessant need to sit below them and redirected to kneel instead. The look on George's face was less than impressed Fred rolled his eyes, biting back a growl as he silently shot a charm to knock her up and back onto George's bed. The moment her ass touched the bed, she popped up as though the bed were on fire. Fred shot the charm at her again, softer this time, to knock her back down.
"Don't…" Fred gritted out between his teeth. Hermione looked startled by his rough tone, suddenly looking rather nervous. He took a deep steadying breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw George fighting to keep a grin back. His twin knew him well enough to know exactly where his mind had drifted for a moment.
'Don't give me an excuse to tie you to the bed.'
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