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Hermione Granger always had something in her fucking mouth.

Fred glared at her from across the table at the Burrow and shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“You alright there, Freddie?” George asked his twin, a slight look of concern on his face.

“Mm’fine,” he muttered, glancing across the table once more and scoffing at what he saw.

Hermione had the tip of her fork still in her mouth, her pink tongue swiping at it as she laughed at something his stupid little brother was saying. She licked the fork again and Fred nearly threw a roll at her from across the table.

Fred Weasley had known Hermione Granger since she was eleven years old and for as long as he had known her, she’d always had something in her mouth. It was her nails when she was stressed out doing revisions at school, sugar quills when she was reading, on occasion her fingertip when she was thinking hard, any time silverware was near her, muggle pens in recent times when she was working on her articles for the Daily Prophet.

It never used to be a problem… until it was. It was definitely a problem. Fred couldn’t even remember when he started to be bothered by it, but in the last year, especially, he couldn’t help but notice how often something was in her mouth, or how often her tongue left her mouth to lick at one thing or another. It was simply pornographic and he wasn’t sure how or why nobody else noticed.

It was probably endearing when she was a child. Maybe even easily written off as a teenager. But now as a twenty-four year old witch, it was simply asking for trouble. How was Fred supposed to look away when she was licking her damn fork like that at the godsdamned dinner table, for Merlin’s sake?

She’d always been his kid-brother’s best friend, then his kid-brother’s girlfriend for two years. Now she was – family? He guessed? She’d been around for so long that he assumed it was just inevitable that she assimilated into the Weasley family, much like Harry had done. Not that he was adverse to her joining the family, but lately every time she was over, all he could focus on was her mouth. And her tongue.

It was becoming an issue.

He hadn’t told anybody, not even George, because he didn’t want to lose a limb. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking slightly pornographic thoughts about someone who was basically his little sister.

Although… she really was only about a year younger than him. And she most definitely was not his little sister.

No, no. Fred shook his head to clear his thoughts. She might not still be dating his brother, but she still had dated his brother and they’d only been broken up for… gods, was it already almost four years? It was besides the point, though, because Fred didn’t think of her any other way than the curly-haired swot who had tried to end his business at Hogwarts before it had even begun.

Yes. That was exactly how he thought of her.

“Oi! Fred!”

Fred looked up to see Ron waving at him from where he was sitting two seats down from Hermione. He didn’t deign his brother with an answer and instead just raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like you want to off me?”

Fred let out a bark of laughter. Of course Ron wouldn’t realize what he had been staring at and just assume it was about him. He was a right pain in the arse, but Merlin bless him at this precise moment. “Just thinking about something, Ronniekins. No need to worry. Oh, hey, there’s a spider right there, mate.”

Ron gave a shriek and pushed himself back from the table, nearly falling over. Fred snickered, always loving playing that trick on his little brother. It was just too easy.

Hermione giggled and licked her fork once more before finally setting the fucking thing down on her plate. “Ron, you’re being overdramatic. You would think by now that you would know Fred and George are joking ninety-five percent of the time.”

Ron shook his head vehemently and his eyes scoured the table in front of him. “It’s that other five percent that I’m worried about, ‘Mione.”

“Oh, look!” George clapped his hands. “Ronnie can do math! I never knew you had it in you, little brother.”

“Oh, bugger off!” Ron flipped his brother a two finger salute at the wrong moment because right then Molly Weasley came walking back into the room.

“Ronald Weasley! You put those fingers down before I curse all of your fingers together! Don’t think that I won’t!” She scolded in a shrill tone.

Ah, the dulcet sweet tones of motherhood. Fred was just glad that they weren’t directed his way at the moment.

“Fucking spiders,” Ron mumbled as he pulled his chair back towards the table. “You do realize I’m an adult, Mum, right? You can’t curse me for –” he stopped with a gulp when he saw his mum’s face. “Sorry, Mum.”

“That’s what I thought,” she growled, slamming down a chocolate and peppermint pie. “Dessert for everyone!” She said in a sugary sweet voice that did not match her mood just five seconds earlier.

Fred loved his mother, but Merlin she was scary sometimes.

He tried to not look at Hermione during dessert, really and truly he tried. There was whipped cream involved and it was as if she was trying to clean each prong of her fork with her tongue well enough to just put it back in the silverware drawer.

“For fuck’s sake, Hermione, just put your fork down!” Fred finally snapped.

Everyone at the table froze, forks either in mouths or on their way to mouths that were open in shock. Hermione was frozen with her tongue out, fork held to it, her chocolate brown eyes wide.

“What?” He gestured to the woman across from him. “If she keeps licking the fork like that, she’s going to stab her tongue. Or something,” he ended lamely.

“Okay, well, I think Freddie has had enough sugar for one day,” George said, carefully extracting the fork from Fred’s own hand and setting it down on the table. “Let’s move to the living room, shall we, Fred?”

Fred shoved his chair back and stalked into the living room, his twin following closely behind. George put his hand on Fred’s shoulder and pushed him to sit in an overstuffed armchair. “The fuck is up with you, Freddie? Is this about the launch?” He asked gently.

Fred just shook his head. “Nothing’s up with me. I’m just nervous about the new line coming out tomorrow.” If he’d been listening, he would have heard George ask him about the launch.

“Really?” George asked, surprised written all over his face. “Fred, we’ve been teasing this line for months now and nearly everything has been positive. Plus, with it being right before the holidays, I know we’ll get a big push.”

It was true, their new line of transfiguration cosmetics had been highly tested, teased, and all over the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly – it was going to be a hit. George knew that, Fred knew that, hell, even Molly Weasley knew that.

“Yeah, no, you’re right. I guess I’m just tired.”

“Freddie, I know when you’re not being honest with me, but because I love you, I’m going to let this go. No more yelling at Hermione for bloody eating though, alright?”

“Yeah of course. Want to play a game of Exploding Snap?”

Eventually the rest of the family wandered into the living room and Harry wound up taking Fred’s spot of playing Exploding Snap with George. Ginny and Ron were in a head-to-head battle of Wizard’s chess, Molly was knitting, Arthur was talking to Percy about something that had happened at the Ministry, and Hermione was reading in one of the armchairs.

Fred nearly lost his shit when she stuck her fingers in her mouth and pulled out a peppermint that must have been a garnish on the pie his mother had served for dessert. Hermione looked at it briefly, like it contained an advanced Arithmancy equation, then stuck it back in her mouth and resumed sucking on it.

“Alrighty then.” Fred stood up and brushed some lint off of his pants. “George, I’m headed out. You coming?”

His twin shook his head. “I’m going to beat Harry here one last time then I’ll Floo home.”

“Okay, night everyone! Night, Mum.” Fred leaned over to kiss his mother on the cheek then walked over to the Floo and threw the powder into the flames.

When he arrived back at the flat he shared with George, he dusted the soot off of himself and stomped into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He flopped onto the bed and threw his arm over his eyes with a groan.

He didn’t know why he was so affected by what Hermione was doing with her mouth lately. She wasn’t doing anything different than normal, but for some reason it felt like she was taunting him specifically.

Hermione Granger. Twenty-four. Brightest Witch of Her Age. Golden Girl. Kept Alive the Savior of the Wizarding World and His Sidekick. Ex-girlfriend of his little brother. Best friend of his sister. Current reason for his hand in his pants.

Fred pulled his hardening cock out from his pants and tried to not focus on the fact that it was already half hard just thinking about Hermione fucking Granger. Yet, this wasn’t the first time and it probably wasn’t going to be the last time – especially not if she kept sticking her tongue out and licking everything in front of her.

Fred closed his eyes and sighed as he imagined her pink tongue sliding over his cock, swirling around the tip like she did with a lollipop. Her curly brown hair would be spilling over her shoulders so he would grab it and hold it back so he could see her pretty face. He imagined that her hands were in place of his right now and they were working him over, holding tight and pumping his shaft up and down as he hardened in her grasp. He could hear the sounds she’d make as her mouth closed over him, just like she made when sucking on a fucking sugar quill while she read Advanced Transfiguration or Numerology or whatever the fuck she was reading.

She never even realized she was doing it, making low sounds in the back of her throat as her cheeks hollowed out, sucking on the sugary treat in her mouth. Fred noticed, though. He’d always noticed, even when he shouldn’t have.

Fred’s hand continued to pump up and down his cock, hard beneath his grasp, as he pictured Hermione leaning over him, her head bobbing up and down as she took him further into her mouth, her pert arse up in the air behind her, because in his fantasies she was always on her knees. He was breathing heavily when he came all over his stomach in hot, creamy spurts, picturing that he had been coming into her mouth instead.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he cleaned away the mess with a wave of wandless magic.

Shucking his pants and shirt, he lay back down in his bed and pulled a pillow over his head. If he accidentally suffocated himself then he wouldn’t have to worry about the fact that he came semi-regularly to the thought of Hermione Granger with her lips around his cock.

He was relatively okay with that thought as he drifted off to sleep. At least it would be a good way to go.

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“Want to change up your hair color, but your transfiguration skills aren’t quite up to snuff? Try our Colour or Dye! Change your hair colour for up to forty-eight hours with just one wash of this shampoo – plus your hair will smell great and the formula even has a great conditioning agent in it!” Fred crowed at the crowd gathered in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

He and George were unveiling their latest products and the teasing they had done had worked out because the store was packed with customers and reporters. George had already introduced three other transfiguration products – an eye color changing drop, a freckle eraser, and a freckle spray.

As the crowd began milling through the shop and their employees began ringing up customer after customer, Fred decided to wander through and help where he could. He stopped short when he saw a curly-haired brunette twirling a lollipop in her mouth, smiling up at him.

“Hermione. I’m surprised to find you here on a product release day. I know you hate being near the press. Despite being the press.”

Hermione shrugged and popped the lolly out of her mouth audibly. “I know how hard you and George have been working on this line. I was in Diagon anyway, so I wanted to come and show my support.”

“Well, George and I appreciate it.”

At that moment there was a swell of people trying to get to the register and Hermione was pushed into Fred. He grabbed her arms to steady her and tried to ignore that she was pressed flush against his body.

Godric, she was tiny. She always had been, but it hit Fred differently with her body aligned with his. Her head barely hit the top of his shoulder and she felt delicate under his touch. Yet, Fred knew she was anything but delicate. This witch could flay anyone with her quill at the Daily Prophet, ruthless with her words and her research.

She’d worked at the Ministry, briefly, for the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but quickly decided that politics were corrupt and she’d rather expose them instead. So, off to the Daily Prophet she went, quickly becoming one of their top reporters, reporting on everything from political corruption to lycanthropy reform to even fundraising galas.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, pushing back from Fred as she regained her footing. “It’s so crowded here!”

“Best time to do it!” Fred said with a grin. “Christmas is in twelve days and it’s the perfect time to do a new product launch. Christmas gifts for everyone!”

Hermione grinned back at him and put her lollipop back in her mouth. It must have been cherry or something similar as her lips were tinged red and Fred knew Hermione wasn’t one for lipstick. “Well, I guess I better get going. As you said, there are only twelve days until Christmas and I don’t quite have my shopping done yet.”

Fred gave an exaggerated gasp and placed his hand over his chest. “Hermione Granger doesn’t have something done early? I may faint.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but gave a tinkling laugh. “I still have time to be done early! There are just some people who are harder to shop for than others. Tell me, what would you get for someone who loves pranks and jokes, but invents the same thing for their own business?”

“Aw,” Fred leaned his shoulder against the shelf next to him. “You’re going to get me a Christmas gift?”

Hermione lightly smacked him on the arm. “I always do, you git.”

She did, too. Not so much when they were younger, but ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, he’s gotten a gift from Hermione for Christmas. As did George, and everyone else in his family, but he noticed that his own from her were always… a tad more. Whereas George got a broom polishing kit, Fred got a new wallet with his initials engraved into the leather. One year, Hermione got Ron new keeper gloves for quidditch, but she got Fred a jersey signed by all of the players of the Falmouth Falcons – his favorite team.

She claimed it was because she had written an article about them and that was how she got their signatures, but Fred had always wondered if it was something more.

“That reminds me,” Fred mused, “I still have to get a gift for this swot I know. Any ideas on what she might like this year?”

Hermione popped her lolly out of her mouth again, licking it as she pulled it out, her pink tongue running a circle over the candy ball just as if it was a – no. Fred shook his head to clear it of the image. He didn’t need to get hard in the middle of his joke shop while surrounded by patrons and employees.

“You can never go wrong with books,” she finally said. “All swots love books.”

Fred scoffed. “Nah. This one has plenty of books. She deserves something special.”

“Books are special!” Hermione seemed almost offended at the idea of a book not being a special gift.

“No worries,” Fred sighed. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“I’ll see you around, Fred, yeah?” Hermione put the lolly back in her mouth and sucked on it, cheeks hollowing out.

“Absolutely,” he replied, forcing a smile and swallowing hard. “Cheers, Hermione.”

He watched her walk away, her hips swaying as she went, and didn’t stop until he felt a push to his shoulder. Fred turned and found his twin standing behind him with his hands on his hips.

“Do mine eyes deceive me? Or were you just checking out Hermione Granger’s arse?” George said, eyes twinkling.

Fred shoved his twin so hard that George had to put his arms out to catch his balance. “Fuck off,” he muttered.

“You’re not even going to deny it?”

“I wasn’t checking her out. There. Are you happy now?” Fred turned to head back to the registers when George reached out and caught his arm.

“Freddie. Just… think really hard about this, yeah? She’s Ron and Ginny’s best friend.”

Fred scoffed and he felt his eyebrows furrow. “I wasn’t fucking checking her out, George. As you said, she’s Ron and Ginny’s best friend. Not to mention Ron’s ex-girlfriend. I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” George said gently. “I’m just saying that if you want anything to happen, you need to make sure it’s what you want.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” Fred wrenched his arm away from his twin. “I don’t want Hermione Granger. She’s like our kid sister.”

“She’s most decidedly not our kid sister, though,” George laughed. “Even I can see that she’s grown up to be a beautiful woman. The difference, Freddie, is that she seems to have gotten under your skin. I saw you glaring at her at dinner on Sunday.”

Fred scowled at his brother. “It was her own fault. If she didn’t fucking lick everything I wouldn’t have had to glare at her.”

George laughed and clapped Fred on the shoulder. “That right there is the difference between you and I. I had no idea she licked things, but apparently, you do.”

“I’m going up front to help Lee and Verity. You’re welcome to fuck right off and drop this whole conversation.” Fred didn’t wait for an answer as he went back to the front of the store.

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Before Fred knew it, it was already Sunday again and that meant dinner at the Burrow. Fred loved his flat above the shop that he shared with George, but Merlin was it nice to have his mother cooking every Sunday. Fred had gotten a lot better than cooking, more so than George, but it didn’t mean he wanted to cook every night.

“Freddie!” His mother wrapped him into a warm embrace and he returned the hug eagerly.

“Hi, Mum. I see you’ve decked the halls, eh?” He looked around the Burrow and it looked like Christmas was everywhere.

His mother made a pish-posh sound. “It’s Christmastime, Fred! Of course I’ve decorated. Plus, with the kids being the ages they are, they need to experience the… well, magic, so to speak.”

Fred smiled and took in the Christmas decor, noticing a gnome outside the window wearing a Santa hat. “It looks lovely, Mum.”

“Hi, Mrs. Weasley!”

Fred stiffened as he heard Hermione come through the Floo. He hadn’t seen her since their encounter at the joke shop and George’s insinuation that Fred had a thing for Hermione. Which he didn’t.

He turned slowly and saw her bounding out toward his mother, throwing her arms around the older woman. “The Burrow looks wonderful!”

Hermione was wearing muggle denims, a soft, cream colored jumper, and a knit-hat over her long, chocolate curls. Her cheeks were rosy as if she’d walked to the Burrow through the snow and cold, not just popped through the Floo Network. She looked fucking adorable.

Dammit.

“Thank you, dear,” his mother said with a broad smile. “It’s nothing much, just a few decorations.”

Fred snorted at that. It looked like Christmas had bloody thrown up all over the house, but it was festive, so he wasn’t going to say anything out loud.

“Hi, Fred!” Hermione said in a sing-song voice. “Where’s your better half?”

“Har dee har. I’m not sure, he got here earlier. I volunteered to stay at the shop a bit longer today. Do you need help with anything, Mum? I can grab stuff from the kitchen if you need me to.” Fred asked.

“Oh, Fred, dear, that would be so helpful. If you and Hermione wouldn’t mind, could you please bring out the plates and silverware to set the table?”

“Of course!” Hermione flounced toward the kitchen and seemed to trip over her own feet in the doorway. “What the hell?” She tried to take a step and Fred realized she couldn’t go anywhere.

“Mum is there –” Fred began before realizing his mother had left the room, presumably to rally the troops for dinner. “Shit,” he muttered, walking over to Hermione.

“Why can’t I move? What did you do?” Hermione was glaring up at him and he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

He held his hands up. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! I just got here moments before you did. Let me see what’s going on, maybe George knows.” He went to step away when Hermione’s hand reached out and yanked him to her.

“Don’t you dare leave me here!”

Fred tried to take a step away from her when, just as Hermione was, he realized he was now stuck as well. “Well, fuck. Now we’re both stuck.”

It was as if their feet were stuck to the ground with a Permanent Sticking charm. They were standing chest to chest and were far too close for Fred’s comfort. Being this close to her at the joke shop the other day had been close enough, as well.

“Well, how do we get out of this? Is this a prank or a new line you and George are doing?”

Fred sighed and looked around the room, hoping to find his twin lurking in a corner somewhere. “I have no idea what this is. The only thing it might be is… oh, fuck.” Fred looked up and Hermione followed his gaze.

Mistletoe.

The fucking mistletoe.

“Oh fuck, what?” Hermione said, a slight tone of alarm in her voice.

“George had this idea of making a Resist-Me-Not Mistletoe. Where two people are forced to kiss before the charm lets them walk away. This may be a version of that.” Fred was going to kill his brother.

He didn’t think he’d mind being the only twin. It might be nice. Quiet, for a change.

Hermione looked up at the festive mistletoe above their heads. “So we have to snog in order to get out of here?”

Fred shook his head vehemently. “No, no. Absolutely not. A small peck on the cheek should suffice. Here.” He swooped down and quickly pressed his lips against her warm cheek before pulling away.

Hermione tried to take a step and found her feet still firmly stuck to the floor. “I’m not amused, Weasley,” she said, clearly unimpressed.

“Well, clearly, the charm needs a bit of work.” Fred thought for a moment about how and why the charm didn’t break. “You know, perhaps if we added a touch of –”

“Hey!” Hermione grabbed his arm. “Before you start brainstorming how to make this wretched idea worse, how about you work on how we could get out of here right now.”

“Right.” Fred thought for a few more moments and could only come up with one solution. “Perhaps a kiss on the check was too tame for the spell George used.”

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. “Let’s do this, then.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “This requires pulling up your sleeves? Is it that difficult of work to do?”

“I’m taking no prisoners. Let’s go.” She bounced on her feet a little and Fred stifled a grin, feeling that it was not the best moment to be showing humor in front of the angry little sprite in front of him.

“You certainly know how to make a man feel special, Hermione.”

“Oh, stop delaying.” Hermione reached up, grabbed the collar of his shirt in her hand, and yanked his mouth down to hers.

It was not the kiss Fred was expecting. Not that he was ever expecting to kiss Hermione Granger, of course, but if he had, it wouldn’t have been like this. Lips smashing, teeth clashing, and he was pretty sure she bit his lip in the process.

Hermione pulled back as quickly as she had tugged him down. “There. Let’s see if – dammit! George!” She called out into the empty room. “George, you utter arse, get in here!”

They both looked around the oddly empty room and waited a moment. Two moments. It was never this quiet at the Weasley house and Fred was semi-concerned that everyone had been kidnapped.

“Well, what do we do now? Just wait until everyone remembers we’re missing? Or will they eat without plates?”

“I don’t think that counted as a kiss,” Fred said dryly. “That was more of an attack on my mouth.”

Hermione scowled and her hair looked like her magic was sparking from the ends. “I’m frustrated.”

“Sexually or just in the moment? I can’t be certain.”

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Hermione exclaimed, slapping him on the chest.

“What?” Fred chuckled. “I’m just saying, if you think that was a kiss then you must be sorely deprived in the bedroom. Whatever were you doing with my brother?”

He and Hermione both winced at that. Fred mentally kicked himself for bringing up his brother and Hermione’s past relationship while he was currently stuck under charmed mistletoe with the latter.

“Well, if that wasn’t a kiss, then are you going to show me what might count? This is your brother’s stupid prank, after all.” Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a challenging look.

“If you insist, but only because I want to eat.”

Fred took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself and try to calm his rapidly beating heart before he took her face in his hands, cupping it gently. “A kiss shouldn’t be something you try to just rush through,” he murmured, bending down until his lips were just a breadth away from hers. “A kiss is something to be… savored.”

He heard Hermione’s sharp intake of breath and watched as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. It was all he needed to slowly close the distance between them. When Fred’s lips touched hers, it was like a warming charm spread through his entire body. His hands, still cupping her face, tilted her head up to get a better angle, his thumb brushing against her jaw.

His mouth moved against hers slowly, truly savoring the feel of her lips against his. As Hermione sighed into him, he gently slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing it against hers as he deepened the kiss. Hermione’s hands, which had been crossed over her chest, reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer as she leaned into his chest.

For a few seconds, Fred felt the world around them disappear, leaving only the two of them there in the doorway. Then he instinctively took a step forward and pushed Hermione back against the doorframe. Hermione gasped softly and as Fred’s hand slid down her neck, he could feel her pulse racing under his touch.

He pulled back to catch his breath and saw her intense gaze, brown eyes roving over his blue ones. Fred’s nose was filled with the scent of old books and jasmine and he tried to commit that smell to his memory. He brought his hand up and rested it gently against the doorframe beside her head, caging her in. His mouth curled into a mischievous smile and he watched as Hermione flushed under his gaze.

“I think we broke the charm now,” she whispered, hands still gripping his shirt.

“But have I proven what a real kiss should be?” He asked her, his voice low.

Hermione nodded slowly, still breathing hard. “I think so.”

Fred chuckled and used his hand not holding onto the door frame to slide down her arm and settle at her waist. “If you aren’t one hundred percent certain, then I’m not sure I did it correctly.”

“Okay.” Hermione pushed herself up on the tips of her toes – she really was so awfully short – and her lips met Fred’s again.

Fred smiled against her mouth, forgetting that he was in his childhood home. Forgetting that he was kissing Hermione fucking Granger. Forgetting that there were more than a dozen other people in the other room. He was just content to be lost in her kiss. His hips pressed into her as he pushed her more firmly into the doorway and he was thinking about how wonderful she felt against him –

Or at least he was until he heard a throat clear behind them.

Fred and Hermione sprung apart so quickly, it was as if they’d both been hit with a stinging hex. “Georgie,” Fred said quickly, wiping his mouth. “How kind of you to stop by. We’ve been looking for you.”

George grinned and waggled his eyebrows at the mistletoe above their heads. “I was wondering who would get stopped by this. I admit, I was rooting for Percy and Fleur.”

“George!” Hermione gasped. “Fleur is married! To your other brother!”

George just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Yes, but it would have been worth it to see him so uncomfortable. Bill would have laughed, too.”

“Yes, because this has been truly enjoyable,” Hermione sneered, looking very un-Hermione.

“It looked like the two of you were enjoying yourselves very much when I walked in,” George grinned wolfishly.

“I thought the whole point was that a kiss, any kiss,” Fred added, “would release the charm.”

George shrugged his shoulders again. “Eh. Perhaps I underestimated the charm on this one.”

“I’ll say,” Hermione muttered. She straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat. “Right. Well, we were supposed to be setting the table. Let’s do that, shall we? George? You can go jump in a snowbank.” She turned on her heel and stalked into the kitchen, the Weasley twins chuckling behind her.

“A bit dangerous to play around with semantics when you’re at a family event, wouldn’t you say, Georgie?” Fred asked his twin.

“Nah,” George stretched his arms above his head. “On the regular prototype a kiss on the cheek would work just fine. Plus it’s charmed to repel family members.”

“So what makes this one different?” Fred narrowed his eyes. “This wasn’t just for Percy and Fleur, was it?” Fred knew his twin well and knew when he was holding something back.

“With all the pent up sexual tension between you and Hermione, I just figured a little push wouldn’t be a horrible thing.”

Fred stared in open-mouthed shock at his brother and was about to argue when a stack of plates and cutlery flew past him so quickly that if he hadn’t stepped out of the way, he might have been seriously maimed with a fork.

“Merlin, woman!” He exclaimed as Hermione walked out of the kitchen. “I’ve already almost died once in my life and that was one time too many! No need to take me out with a damn fork!”

Hermione’s lips twitched and she appeared to be holding back a smile. “Figured I’d save you the trip and get it all in one go.”

“Oh, there you three are!” Molly Weasley came waltzing into the room, none the wiser that her son had just been snogging her pseudo-adopted daughter. “Chop, chop! Get that into the dining room so I can bring out the roast! Georgie, dear, come help me bring the rest of the food in, would you?”

“Sure thing, Mum!” George flicked his wand at the mistletoe in the doorway before his mother stepped under it and followed her into the kitchen, whistling as he went.

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All of a sudden, it was the day before Christmas Eve and he was back at the Burrow. One would think that getting together the next two days for the holidays would excuse them all from Sunday dinner, but Molly Weasley made no exceptions to her rules. Therefore, everyone was at the Burrow to begin their three day celebration of the holidays.

Dinner passed by rather quickly and Fred pointedly ignored Hermione and all of her tongue licking and lip smacking moments.

Or, he tried, anyway.

By the time they had all gathered back in the living room, Fred was feeling uncomfortable about the tightness in his pants. He tried to distract himself by talking about his latest line with Charlie, but out of the corner of his eye he just saw Hermione talking animatedly with Bill, another lolly in her mouth.

When Charlie asked to try the freckle eraser, Fred nearly shoved George down as he jumped to his feet. “I think we still have some samples in the bedroom,” Fred said quickly. “I’m going to run up and check.” He practically flew out of the living room and up the stairs, opening the door to his old bedroom that he’d shared with George for so many years. He looked around and found the box he was looking for when he heard the footsteps on the landing outside of his room.

Hermione knocked lightly on the outside of his door before stepping into the room.

“Whatcha doing, Hermione?” Fred felt his heart pick up its pace as she closed the door behind her.

“I think something’s been bothering you, so I wanted to talk about it.” Hermione smiled sweetly as she leaned against his childhood bedroom door. She took the lollipop out of her mouth and gave it a long lick.

“Could you stop that? Please?” Fred asked, a pained look on his face.

“Fred.” Hermione licked her lips and took a step closer to him, taking the lollipop out of her mouth with a pop, sucking the end of it before twirling it between her fingers. “Do you have a problem with me putting things in my mouth?”

Fred swallowed hard. “I just think you shouldn’t do it so cavalier, that’s all. It sends the wrong message.”

“Well, I’ve never had anyone else say it bothered them.” She gave a coy smile and very unexpectedly slid her hand up his chest.

“They’re just being polite, obviously, as was I. Not wanting to draw inappropriate attention to you.” Fred tensed under her touch and willed himself to take a deep breath as she ran her hand up and down the planes of his chest.

“What kind of message do you think I’m sending to people?” Her big, doe eyes blinked up at him, feigning innocence.

“Just that you – I mean, it seems – you like having things in your mouth. That you shouldn’t, maybe.”

“I happen to like having things in my mouth, Fred,” Hermione said with a wicked grin. “Do you want to see?”

“No,” Fred said quickly, so quickly that Hermione paused her ministrations on his chest.

Hermione licked her lips again and Fred froze as her hand slid from his chest down to the buckle of his trousers. “I think you’re lying.”

“You're my kid brother’s ex-girlfriend,” Fred said quickly. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

Hermione pouted, jutting her perfectly pink bottom lip out. “But what about what I want?” Her fingers played with the buckle of his belt. “I know you like me. Have liked me for quite some time, or so I’ve heard.”

“I think you’re playing a dangerous game, Hermione.”

“You don’t want to play?” Her hand slid further down and cupped him through his trousers where he was already growing hard. “I think this determines that it's a lie.”

Fred closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath. Hermione’s fingers ran up and down his length through his trousers, light touches that were already making him harder than a rock.

“What do I put in my mouth that you hate so much?” She paused her fingers and looked up at him with her big, blinking brown eyes.

“Sugar quills.” The words flew out of his mouth before he had a chance to even think about them. “The way you suck on those fucking sugar quills while you’re reading.”

“Does it upset you?” She asked innocently, taking a suck on her cherry red lollipop.

“It drives me fucking crazy,” he breathed, eyes locked on the candy between her lips.

Hermione took the lollipop part way out of her mouth and swirled her tongue around the top. “What else?”

“You and those fucking lollipops. Seriously, weren’t your parents teeth Healers or something? All that sugar can’t be good for your teeth.”

Hermione laughed and ran her tongue over her teeth. “I think I’m okay. You shouldn’t be so stressed about a little bit of candy, Fred.”

Fred inhaled sharply as her hands went back to his belt, undoing it slowly. “You seem obsessed, that’s all. With sucking on things. It’s distracting to any normal human.”

Hermione shrugged and pulled his belt from the loops, dropping it on the ground by their feet with a clatter. “I’ve always had a bit of an oral fixation, I suppose,” she admitted. “I like having things in my mouth.”

“What are you doing, Hermione?” Fred was fighting every inch of his self-control to not push her back against the wall and ravage her with his family members downstairs listening to Celestina Warbeck’s Christmas album.

She looked at her lollipop and stuck it back in her mouth, biting it, the crunch sounding like an explosion in the room. Fred made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as she swallowed and licked her lips.

“I’m all out of lollies. And,” she popped the button of his trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down. “You’re right. I do like having things in my mouth. Plus—” She sank down onto her knees in front of him, her nose level with his straining cock. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

With a yank, his trousers and briefs were around his ankles and he sprang free, his cock bouncing off the tip of her nose. Hermione piled her hair up onto her head and stuck her wand through the curls, something he was grateful for so he could look down and watch as her tongue darted out and licked off the precum that had appeared at his tip.

Fred forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch as Hermione’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking him like a fucking ice cream cone. When she pulled her head back and spat on him, he nearly came on the spot, his eyes wide in disbelief. There was a string of saliva stretching from the tip of his cock to her bottom lip. Damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing Fred had ever seen.

Hermione leaned her head forward and wrapped her lips around him, using her spit to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking as she came back up toward the head. Fred’s eyes rolled back into his head and he tangled his fingers in her hair, needing something to hold on to.

Hermione grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand and pumped him up and down as her tongue went back to licking him, from the underside to the tip and all around again. Suddenly her hand disappeared and Hermione’s mouth took him deep as her hands gripped the backs of his thighs, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gave a small gag, but hummed against him, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge. She bobbed her head forward and backward, cheeks hollowing out as she sucked the length of him, taking him as far back as she could in her throat.

When she placed a small, soft hand on his balls he knew he was done for. She rolled them in her palm and he panted above her, his hands grasping her hair tighter. “Hermione,” he pleaded, forcing himself to not thrust into her mouth. “Hermione, you need to stop, sweetheart.”

She pulled her mouth off him and gave him a questioning look. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to come down your fucking throat in about ten seconds if you don’t.”

“Please do. Also? You don’t have to hold back. You’re allowed to fuck my mouth, you know.”

Fred gave a strangled cry as Hermione placed her mouth back on his cock and, heeding her words, he thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she took him deeply. He felt a tightening in his balls and then he was coming, spasming into her mouth, shooting his come down her throat as she swallowed it down.

When Hermione pulled back off his cock once more with a pop, a dribble of his come passed over her bottom lip. She swiped at it with her tongue and stood up, smacking her lips together. She pulled Fred’s head down to her mouth and placed her lips against his ear.

“Consider that your Christmas present.” Hermione smiled wickedly before turning and walking away. “I’ll tell everyone you’ll be right down.”

Fred stared at the door after her, his pants still around his ankles.

When he finally rejoined the family downstairs he wished he was an Occlumens, because he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to keep the look of pure ecstasy off of his face.

He thought he managed pretty well, though. Out of a group of almost a dozen people Fred was pretty sure that only three of them thought something was amiss. George, because he knew his twin well and could probably tell that Fred looked happier than he had in weeks; Ginny, because she was a busy-body who always had her nose where it didn’t belong; and Harry, whose face looked like he knew something was up, but didn’t want to know the answer, so he was pointedly not making eye contact with Fred.

It was fine. Fred could accept those three knowing something was up as long as they didn’t know what. It wasn’t until Ginny pulled him aside a little while later that he realized he was, very much so, not as lucky as he had been hoping.

“Hiya, Freddie,” She said as she sidled up next to him on the couch, everyone else mostly distracted by one thing or another.

“Gin.” He eyed her warily as her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Where did you disappear to, earlier?”

“I went to grab those samples of the freckle eraser for Charlier, you know that. You saw me hand them to him.” He could talk his way out of this. He could.

Ginny scoffed and met him with a piercing gaze. “And was Hermione helping you, then?”

“I don’t know where Hermione was. I was in my room grabbing samples.”

Ginny sighed and looked down at her nails, picking at a fleck of polish. “Well, you did both disappear at the same time. You were gone for more than a couple of minutes. I’m just curious.”

“No, you’re a nosy little shit is what you are. Trying to make something out of nothing, as usual. Now, I think I’m going to go –” He tried to stand up, but his sister’s hand on his arm stopped him.

Ginny let out a laugh and tugged on his arm to pull him back down to the couch. “Wait, wait. Before you run away from your baby sister, I have a secret I want to tell you.”

“Secrets shouldn’t be shared.” Fred felt his heart racing and was wondering what exactly his devious sister knew and if he even wanted to know.

“Just that I have a friend – a close friend, if you must know – who has always had a bit of a crush on one of my twin brothers.”

“Angelina? Yes, we all know she likes George. They’ve been married for a year, Gin.” Fuck. Abort mission. Abort.

Ginny laughed again, her eyes twinkling. “Sure. We can pretend my friend is Angelina. We can also pretend that you haven’t had a crush on ‘Mione for years now. But, I digress.” She tapped her bottle of butterbeer against his and stood up. “Cheers, brother.”

The rest of the evening Fred watched Hermione. He watched as she drank her wine, licking the rim of the glass in between sips. He watched as she played, and lost spectacularly, at Wizard’s Chess to Ron, all while chewing on her bottom lip. He watched as she ate a bowl of ice cream and a drizzle of chocolate sauce ran down her lip, her tongue swiping at the corner of her mouth to catch it.

He also watched as she very clearly watched him. Hermione’s eyes followed him as he took a sip of his butterbeer. Her eyes followed him as he performed some simple spells for Teddy and Victoire. Her eyes looked dead into his as she licked that fucking chocolate sauce from her mouth with the same tongue that had just been on his cock an hour or so before.

By the time Fred was ready to leave, he was exhausted from the tension. He said goodbye to his family and Floo’ed back to the flat with George and Angelina.

“When are you two moving out again?” Fred asked rather indelicately as they all dusted the soot from their clothing.

Angelina rolled her eyes. “We’re remodeling, Fred. It takes time. We should be officially moved back into our house after the holidays.”

“Are you saying you don’t like having us in the flat?” George joked, lightly punching Fred’s arm.

“No,” Fred laughed, punching his twin back. “I’ve just gotten used to living on my own. Plus, the two of you forget to use silencing charms.”

Neither Angelina nor George looked any bit ashamed and instead just waved to Fred as they headed off to George’s old bedroom, calling goodnight as they went.

“Silencing charms!” Fred called after his twin.

Fred headed downstairs to the shop to make sure everything was set to go for the final Christmas Eve rush the next day when he heard a tap on the shop door. He did a double-take when he saw Hermione standing, waving at him from the other side.

He hurried over to the door and unlocked it, opening it to a swirl of wind and snow as Hermione hurried inside. “What are you doing, Hermione?”

Hermione grinned up at him and shook snow off of her head. “Saw your light on, wanted to come say hi.”

“What if I had just been George? Or Lee?” Fred leaned against the door with his arms folded over his chest.

Hermione just shrugged as she took off her scarf and hat, setting them down by the register. “I still could have said hello. But I knew it was you.”

“You did, hmm?” Fred asked, eyes watching her as she maneuvered through the shop, fingers trailing on shelves as she went.

“Mhm.” She wandered out of view and Fred followed her to the back storage room. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to his flat. “Shall we have a nightcap?”

“You’re inviting yourself up for a nightcap?”

“Are you saying no?”

“George and Angelina are up there, presumably shagging.”

“I guess they won’t join us, then.”

Fred watched as Hermione started up the stairs, her hips swaying as she went. He waited two seconds before his brain kicked into gear and he began to follow her. Her scent trailed behind her – jasmine and old books, and he walked through it to follow her up to the landing.

Hermione walked straight into the flat as if she’d been there a hundred times, when in reality it had maybe only been a dozen at most over the years. Yet, she seemed to know right where she was going and walked into the kitchen, opening a cupboard, and pulling out a bottle of red wine.

“You don’t seem like a wine guy,” she murmured while she grabbed two glasses from next to the sink.

“I’m a man of many surprises.” He took the glass she offered him and took a large sip.

“You also keep wine in a cupboard, so that’s enough of a surprise in and of itself.”

“Ron drinks and eats everything in sight. It’s easier to keep things hidden away.”

Hermione nodded as if she knew, which, having dated his younger brother, she definitely did know.

“So,” she took a sip of her wine and licked the drop left behind on the rim. “Did you like your Christmas present?”

“Is that what that was?” Fred took a long sip from his glass. He should have never gone downstairs.

Hermione nodded with bright eyes. “I thought really hard about what to get you and decided that you might enjoy something different this year.”

Fred hummed and looked her over. She was wearing what she had been at dinner earlier. Muggle denims, a soft cream colored sweater that he was sure he had seen before – all very Hermione, yet the look in her eyes was new. It was the one she’d had earlier tonight when she’d taken his cock down her throat.

“You know,” she said, taking a step closer. “Ginny told me something earlier this week about you.”

“Is that so?” Fred took a step back and found himself against the counter.

Nodding, Hermione took another step closer. “She told me that you’ve had a crush on me. For years.”

Damn his little sister. She normally held secrets to her chest like a fucking niffler held onto gold.

“She also told me a secret tonight,” Fred countered.

“Oh, did she?” Hermione didn’t seem surprised and instead her mouth curled into a smirk.

“She told me that one of her friends had a thing for one of her twin brothers. You wouldn’t happen to know which friend and which brother, would you?” If he could just get her to admit it, then maybe he could make sense of all of this.

Hermione took one last step forward and grabbed him by his belt loops, pulling him flush against her. She looked up at him with those chocolate brown eyes and a full smile on her face. “I do, in fact.”

Just say it. “Just say it,” he growled, arms still by his sides.

Hermione pushed up on her toes and Fred leaned his head down so she could place her lips by his ear. “I like you, Fred.” She pulled back just far enough to brush her lips against his before settling back down onto her feet.

Fred felt like a fire was moving through his bloodstream. For fuck’s sake, he was half hard and she hadn’t even really kissed him. He inhaled sharply through his nose and looked down at the witch in front of him. “We shouldn’t be here.”

He watched as her face slightly fell, but she quickly fixed it and turned it back into a small smile. “No worries, Weasley. I still hope you enjoyed your Christmas present.” She turned to walk away and Fred grabbed at her wrist.

“I think you misunderstand me, Hermione.” She turned around and Fred grinned at her. “I meant we shouldn’t be in the kitchen. Your tongue is pure magic itself, but I want to return the favor.”

Hermione’s face broke out into a grin and she practically threw herself at him, jumping up his tall body and into his arms. Fred caught her and stumbled as they noisily hit the counter, Fred’s elbow catching a wine glass and sending it crashing to the floor. Her lips were on his, hungry and yearning for more.

Fred placed his hands under her thighs and began walking them to his bedroom with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, kicking the door shut behind him and falling onto the bed, caging Hermione in with his arms as he caught himself before he landed on her.

Hermione arched her body up into his and moaned delightfully as Fred’s lips left hers to trail down her jaw and over her neck. “Oh, Fred,” she moaned, thrusting her hips up into his.

Fred groaned at the friction and pressed his cock into her, rubbing against her core through both their denims. “These need to come off if I’m going to show you what I like to do with my mouth.”

Hermione laughed loudly, her head thrown back onto the pillows, but she popped the button of her denims and began sliding them down her thighs. Fred grabbed her knickers and slid them down as well, pulling her bottoms off. Lying there in her cream jumper, she did look rather delicious, but he wanted her bare and naked before him. Fred pulled her to a seated position and tore her jumper off of her before pushing her back down on the bed and bending over her, his lips fused to her skin.

He kissed down her neck, over her collar bones, and across the tops of her breasts. His erection rocked against her leg as he moved to take her breast into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses all over her chest before settling over her nipple and latching on.

Fred used his free hand to palm her other breast, kneading it and rolling her nipple between his long fingers. Hermione moaned and arched up into his touch, her hands going to his hair and gripping tightly as she held him in place against her. His tongue licked and swirled over her other nipple, tugging on it lightly with his teeth. Hermione moaned again and Fred was pretty positive that he wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life.

He pulled back slightly to give her other breast the same attention with his mouth, but Hermione stopped him.

“This feels amazing, but it’s not where I want your mouth, Fred.” Hermione used her grip on his hair to push his head down her body as he laughed against her skin.

He ghosted kisses down her sides, across her navel, and finally to the top of her warm cunt. Fred pressed his nose to her and inhaled her sweet musky scent, sighing as her legs fell open, exposing herself to him even further. “Is this what you want, pet?” He whispered against her, his lips on the inside of her thigh.

Hermione whined and shifted beneath him, trying to get his mouth where she wanted it. Fred laughed again and decided to not make her wait any longer, taking his tongue and pressing it flat as he licked a long stripe straight up her center. Hermione nearly came off of the bed so Fred placed his large hands on her hips, holding her in place, as he gave another swipe of his tongue.

“Fred, oh, fuck, Fred.” Her hips bucked up and raised her cunt back to his mouth. “Yes,” she hissed. “Yes, please do that!”

This might be the best Christmas that Fred has ever had.

Fred went to work, his tongue swirling over her clit as her arousal coated his face. He could feel it dripping down his chin as he lapped at her, drinking her in. Hermione bucked again and her clit bumped against his nose. Fred thought he might die between her legs and if he did, then he would die happy.

Fred felt himself growing even harder, if that was even possible, as Hermione writhed against his mouth. Gods, she was perfection personified, her legs clenching around his head as she arched toward his face. His tongue continued to explore her, sweeping into her dripping cunt and lapping at the flood of her desire. The sounds of her moans spurred him on and he gripped her hips tighter, suffocating himself between her thighs.

Maybe Hermione was onto something when it came to having things in her mouth, because it appeared Fred found his new favorite hobby and it involved his tongue and her cunt.

“Fred, oh gods! Keep doing that, fuck!” Hermione keened as she arched her back off of the bed.

Fred smiled against her and pulled back slightly, just enough to slip a finger between them and into her hot, wet center so he could put his tongue to use on her clit. He swirled his tongue around her tight, pulsing bud as he simultaneously stroked his finger inside of her.

Hermione was sliding herself along his face, searching for her release when Fred added another finger and crooked them just so. A few moments later, her cunt clenched around his fingers and Hermione was riding his face with abandon as she cried out. He kept working her and when she tried to pull away he just pulled her against him tighter, drawing out her orgasm until she was a shaking mess, body twitching beneath him.

He pulled back and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You may be onto something, Granger.” He gave a wolfish grin as she lay on the bed before him, breathing heavily. “Although, you’re far sweeter than any sugar quill I’ve ever had.”

Hermione let out a huff of laughter and pushed herself up onto her elbows, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. “Find a new favorite sweet, hmm?”

“Oh indeed,” he smirked. “And I don’t like to share my sweets.”

Fred flopped on the bed next to her, his raging hard cock smacking against his stomach. He closed his eyes and gripped his cock in his hand, running his hand up and down the shaft, moaning softly. He’d never been so turned on before just from eating a woman out, but Hermione and her responses to it all? He’d never tasted or heard anything sweeter.

He blinked open an eye as he felt smaller hands push his away. “I prefer that in my mouth,” Hermione said with a grin. She started to lean over him before Fred grabbed her hair and stopped her. “What?”

“If you put those beautiful lips on me, I’ll never be able to fuck you like I want to.” Fred was pretty certain he would barely last once he was inside of her, but fuck if he wasn’t going to bury himself inside of her for however long he could.

This was something he’d dreamed about and it looked like his dreams were about to come true.

Fred pulled Hermione up his body so that she was straddling his hips. Hermione smirked, lifting herself ever so slightly so she could run her slick cunt along his cock. She was still so wet and Fred felt his eyes rolling back into his head as she continued to slide back and forth across him. Fred could hear her breathing quicken and one look up at her he could tell that she was heading towards another orgasm. Fred wanted it, though. He wanted her orgasm to be around his cock, clenching on him while he was buried inside of her.

“Enough teasing, I think.” Fred placed a hand on each of her hips and lifted her up, positioning her above his cock. His tip was rubbing against her entrance and Hermione, with her hands on his chest, slowly lowered herself down onto him. Her eyes closed and her head dropped backward as she took him to the hilt.

Fred sighed, thinking of anything other than immediately coming inside of her. George, crying puppies, Auntie Muriel – that did it.

“I knew you’d feel this perfect,” Fred murmured, lifting her up ever so slightly and dropping her back down onto his hips. Hermione made a strangled sound as his cock hit even deeper inside of her. “Your cunt is perfection, Hermione. Move for me.”

Hermione, always one to follow directions, began to move her hips over his, sliding up and down his cock, her clit rubbing against his body.

“Yes,” she hissed. Fred could feel her cunt already fluttering and beginning to clench around him.

Fred stared intently at Hermione, eyes only leaving hers to watch their joined bodies coming together. He thrust up to meet her, trying to get deeper, if that was even possible.

“I want you to come on my cock, Hermione.” Fred slipped a hand between them and began rubbing tortuous circles against her already sensitive clit. He could hear the hitch in her breathing as she got closer. “Come for me, Hermione,” he whispered as he felt her orgasm take hold. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

The words were so archaic, so sexist, but he could tell that Hermione loved it.

Fred was staring intently at Hermione as she began to move even faster, a cry escaping her lips, riding him as she spasmed around him, chasing her release. Fred held her hips in place and thrust upward to meet her, slamming her down and drawing her orgasm out even longer.

With a last cry of relief, Hermione collapsed against his chest and her hair covered his face, slightly suffocating him. Fred wasn’t finished with her though and flipped them so he was on top of her. “Can you give me one more?”

Hermione shook her head, still panting. “No, Fred, I can’t.” She whined.

“I think you can, you little overachiever.” Fred lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder.

The change in angle allowed him to push deeper into her and he quickly snapped his hips, fucking her fiercely as she cried out again. Hermione leaned up and captured his lips with hers, moaning into his mouth as Fred continued his punishing pace.

“Fuck, Hermione,” Fred panted as he pulled back, placing his forehead against hers. “I’m going to fill you up with my come until it’s dripping out of you. But you need to come again for me.”

“Keep doing that,” she cried, her hips frantically meeting him, thrust for thrust. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. Just like that!”

Fred kept up his pace, slamming into her. Thank Merlin, he felt her start to fall apart again around him. As she cried out with her third orgasm, Fred let his own take over as he came apart inside of her, filling her with his come. He buried his face into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, groaning as his body slowly came to rest.

Fred pulled himself out of her with a hiss and rolled off Hermione, lying on the bed beside her. They were both breathing heavily for a few moments, trying to catch their breath. Hermione reached forward and brushed some of Fred’s hair out of his eyes.

“So, Hermione,” Fred asked, brushing a kiss against her lips. “What else can your tongue do?”

She just grinned back at him, teeth flashing. “Well –” Hermione was cut off as there was a loud bang on the wall.

“Oi!” George’s voice came through the wall. “Use a fucking silencing charm for the next go around, yeah?”

Fred burst out laughing as Hermione’s face turned bright red. He reached down onto the floor to grab his wand from where he’d dropped it. “Silencio.”

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