The next morning Hermione had managed to sneak back into her room before anyone else was awake but at breakfast she could have sworn that Charlie knew. Every time his eyes caught hers he cast her a knowing smirk that had her sweating.

"Sleep well?" Charlie greeted his brothers with a sly smile.

The twins grumbled, clearly not morning people. Hermione smiled as confidently as she could.

"Well I slept like a baby." He continued nonchalantly.

"It'll be the last night of sleep you get." Fred mumbled.

Charlie's eyes glinted mischievously as he sipped from a rather large cup of coffee. "How was the bed Hermione?"

Hermione could feel her face heating up. "I-it was fine thanks."

Charlie snorted but said nothing else until breakfast was over.

"Alright guys. Its time for you to get to work. You'll be training with the tamers today." He tossed them each a small backpack.

"I packed you all some water. Try not to get burned on your first day."

The water had come in handy in the extreme heat of the sanctuary. But they were still covered in soot and sweat by the end of the day. They had been kept clear of the more dangerous varieties of dragons and taught the basics but had managed to get soot blown onto them from the powerful gusts of wind from the dragons' wings.

Each enclosure was a huge plain built to give the dragons plenty of room to roam. Their food was herded in so they could hunt on their own with as little human interaction as possible. The tamers took great care to match their environments as closely as they could to what their original habitat would have been and the results were awe-inspiring.

Traversing the entirety of the facility had worn their bodies down. Memorizing all the gear and rules had exhausted their minds. Even Hermione, who loved every second of learning new things, was groaning under the weight of it all.

"Ugh, I swear there's so much to remember." Fred rubbed his temples and sat at the kitchen table.

George fell down next to him, too tired to do more than nod.

Charlie sat comfortably in his usual chair and laughed. "What were you expecting? 'Here's a dragon, go for it'? Its DRAGONS."

Hermione propped her tired feet up and sighed. "How do you take care of SO MANY of them? I'm tired after just learning about it."

Charlie shrugged. "You get used to it. Besides-" He shifted in his seat to eye his brothers.

"You can't get up to trouble when your busy."

The twins only had the energy to groan at him, which made Charlie give a wicked grin.

"I did promise mom I wouldn't take it easy on you."

"Thanks mom." Fred said.

"You're a slave driver." George moaned.

"It wont get any easier tomorrow. Best get a shower and some rest." Charlie stood, patted his brothers on the back and gave a smile to Hermione before heading off to his room.

Hermione heaved herself up from her chair.

"He's right you know. We need our rest."

"We know. We know." Fred shuffled his way down the hall, calling back behind him.

"You might as well take a shower first, Hermione."

"Alright I'll be quick."

Hermione grabbed her necessities before heading into the bathroom. It was much smaller than the burrows, meant for a single bachelor and not a family. Still, the basin was more than big enough for her and it had many of the same settings that the burrows had. She decided to add 'Bubbles' to her bath and soon the tub was filling with warm soapy water. The door creaking open made her turn around. George had decided to join her.

"What're you doing in here?" Hermione asked.

"I figured you could use some company." George replied, already stripping down.

Hermione eyed him with confusion. "But you'll get shocked."

He shrugged. "Only if I do certain things. I'll just avoid that."

He stepped into the foamy water before Hermione could say anything else and slid into the water. He gave her a sexy half-smile and splashed the water in front of him.

"Well don't just stand there." He purred.

Hermione plopped into the water in front of him and George immediately pulled her against him, his arms wrapping around her stomach. His body was warm and solid behind her and she fit perfectly against him.

"Ah, this is nice." He mumbled.

George slid his hand into hers under the water.

"What made you want the bubbles?"

The question seemed so out of place that Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"It seemed like a relaxing idea at the time." She splashed them away with her free hand.

George grabbed that hand too and brought his face beside hers, resting it on her shoulder.

"Magic bubbles are a bit different that what your used to I think." His voice rumbled pleasantly in Hermione's ear.

"These here give you pleasant dreams."

"Really? How?" Hermione asked.

"It lets you control your dreams to some extent." He blew a stray bubble away from them.

"I didn't know that." Hermione frowned at the tiny bubbles.

"You can't know everything." George's laughter reverberated through her and made her smile and sink into him a little more.

"I can certainly try though." She stretched to kiss his neck and he swiftly caught her face in one of his hands. He lightly brushed his thumb across her lips, then sighed and buried his face in her neck.

"You were right."

"I usually am." Hermione nodded solemnly.

"I'll have to try and catch up to you I guess." George nipped at her neck.

"Good luck." She replied, breathless.

George merely hmmed and began kissing up and down her neck, grazing his teeth against the skin there every so often. Hermione threaded her fingers gently into his hair. George took his hands and traced the length of her body with a rough caress. His nips turned into bites and Hermione tightened her grip on his hair. She turned into him and he helped pull her around until she was facing him. He pulled her legs around either side of him and Hermione's bracelet hummed dangerously as there bodies pressed together. George groaned and put his forehead against hers.

"We really need to find a way to destroy that thing." He said.

"Agreed." Hermione sighed.

She thought that George would let her go then but instead he tangled one of his hands in her hair and pulled rough enough to make her gasp. Then he placed his mouth on her breast and rolled her nipple gently between his teeth. Hermione never knew pain could feel so good.

His other hand slipped between them and slowly circled her clit, moving faster and faster the more erratic her breathing got. His eyes were filled with lust and need and mirrored Hermione's. She reached between them to return the favor by grabbing his cock in her hands and matching his pace. Hermione instinctively closed her eyes but George pressed his forehead to hers.

"Don't look away." He moaned.

Hermione nodded.

"Okay."

Every time she would get too lost in the feeling and would look away he would pull her back and plant a shocking kiss on her lips. It heightened the experience until she was doing it on purpose.

"I take it back." George said. "The bracelet can stay."

George finished before her and once he did, he turned her back around and began pressing his fingers into her while circling her clit. He nipped her ear and neck and shoulder, covering each painful bite with a sweet kiss. She pulled her face around to kiss him and as the shock rolled over her body, it sent her over the edge.

They stayed comfortably in the tub long after they were done, until the water was getting cold and all the bubbles were gone. They went back to the room, George smiling triumphantly at Fred. He rolled his eyes at his brother and went to take his bath. Before long she was once again snuggled cozy between them.

Even without the bubbles, her dreams would be pleasant tonight.

The next week passed by quickly and quietly. They fell into a steady rhythm of hard work and cautious fumbling at night. Charlie had been true to his word, he kept the twins too busy to even think about getting up to trouble. When they finally had a day off, they wandered around town. Hermione had dove into the library to excitedly devour their first hand knowledge of magical creatures. George and Charlie spent time with Fred's spy glass, which Fred had figured out allowed anyone to see in the dark. Charlie had grabbed George for some cave exploration in the countryside, famous for housing rare ingredients. Fred had declined the invitation and dissapeared into town with a wicked glint in his eyes and a sack full of gold. By the time the sun set, Hermione was halfway through with 'Romanian Longhorns: Carpathian Mystery'.

"I knew I'd find you here." A voice whispered into her ear.

Hermione jumped and turned to see Fred grinning at her.

"Fred! You scared me half to death!"

He was leaning against the back of her chair, holding a small bag.

"What's in the bag?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, nothing important." Fred replied a little too innocently. "Learn anything interesting today?"

Hermione launched into an animated recount of her day spent in the library and completely forgot about the bag. They walked as she talked, Fred leading her back toward Charlie's house. It had started to get dark but George and Charlie were still gone. After all, they had a spyglass and rare ingredients.

"Charlie said they probably wouldn't be back until morning." Fred said, cuddling up to Hermione.

Hermione giggled. "Its just us then."

Her bracelet hummed as if to remind her it was still there. Fred eyed it with a strange smile.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that."

"What did you do?" Hermione asked.

"I had a very productive day." He pulled a small potion bottle out of the bag he had been carrying.

It was the color of rust and swirled with energy. Hermione watched it with curious eyes.

"What is it?" She asked.

Fred launched into his own story about his day. He had found the place that had sold Charlie the bracelet after searching for most of the day. It was a small shop down a few back alleys that nobody but a local would know how to find.

"They activate with a command word so I'm assuming Charlie would have told you it when we left."

Fred gently took Hermione's wrist and turned it palm up, showing the clasp that had fused together.

He opened the potion bottle with a loud pop and poured a drop of the rust colored liquid onto it. It seeped into the bracelet with a small hissing sound. For a second, Hermione thought nothing would happen. Then the bracelet fell to the ground, the clasp neatly waiting to be put together again.

"It worked!" Hermione exclaimed.

Fred pressed a chaste kiss to her now bare wrist that sent tingles up Hermione's arm.

"Once I knew what spells they used to craft it, it was pretty simple to make something to reverse it."

Fred locked a hand behind her head and slowly, agonizingly brought his lips to hers. He pulled her to him until there was no space between them. He scooped her up with a leg on either side of his hips and carried her to their room, never breaking the kiss. Every move was deliberately slow and gentle.

Hermione hadn't realized how strong Fred was. He carried her with ease. When he shut the door behind them to the room, he pressed her back against it and held her there. He snaked his hands under her shirt, lifting it off of her and tossing it on the floor. Her bra joined it soon after. Hermione thought he would continue undressing her but he began tracing his lips over every part of her he could reach. Her neck, her collarbone, her jawline, her breasts. When there was nowhere else to kiss he turned and lay her down on the bed so he could continue down her body. It was heartbreakingly gentle and felt like fire running through her everywhere he stopped. Eventually he slid down her pants and bottoms, and began kissing her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath touching her folds. His tongue barely danced along the edge there and she almost came undone on the spot. Fred let out a breathy laugh and came to look her in the eyes, weaving a hand through her hair. He gave her a lopsided smile that made her heart sputter.

"Am I driving you crazy yet?"

"Yes." Hermione muttered.

"Then tell me what you want." He whispered in her ear, nipping it when he was done.

He began tracing his lips back over her again and his hands wandered but he never went anywhere sensitive. He was waiting for her to tell him what to do.

Instead, Hermione began tugging his shirt up. With a chuckle he moved back to make it easier for her. She took advantage of that and pushed him backward once she had his shirt off. Fred caught himself on his hands with a look of surprise. Hermione pressed her lips to his and climbed onto his lap before she lost her nerve.

"I want you."

She clumsily unbuttoned his pants. Fred recovered quickly and helped her pull them off, helping her steady herself on his lap afterwards. He smirked at her as he ran one hand through her hair and the other held onto her hips. Hermione shifted a little so she could grab his cock in her hands and press it to her opening. Fred released her hip and pushed himself up to a sitting position so he could press his forehead against hers. His breath mixed with hers and for a moment time stopped.

She slowly sunk down onto him and he moaned softly, closing his eyes a little. Hermione rolled her hips gently into him, steadying herself by slinging her arms behind his head. It felt amazing to be in control and she was a panting mess before long. She began to speed up but Fred stopped her with the hand on her hips. He started moving his own hips in long, deep motions that hit Hermione in a place she didn't know she had. She couldn't stifle the noises coming out of her and bit into Fred's shoulder to quiet herself. Fred took this opportunity to whisper in her ear.

"Fuck Hermione."

They way he growled out her name sent Hermione over the edge. She clamped down hard on him and he pumped into her faster and faster. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body, making her entire body shiver. Still, Fred continued. Hermione gripped her finger nails into him, instinctively dragging them across his shoulders. Fred gasped and finally, he was spent. But he didn't let her go. Instead he set her beside him and wrapped her comfortably in his arms. For a while, they lay there enjoying each others warmth. Hermione nuzzled her way into the crook of Fred's neck and felt him chuckle.

"What?" Asked Hermione.

"George will be so mad when he gets back." He replied.

"Should we have waited for him?" She fretted.

"No way." Fred growled. "It was my turn to have you all to myself."

He stroked her hair gently and Hermione smiled. It wasn't long before she dozed off in his arms. Once she was asleep Fred smiled wistfully at her peaceful face and murmured to himself.

"I love you."

Authors note: whoops. its been 2 years...sorry guys!