Years In Waiting

Chapter 2

Thursday Evening.



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She couldn\'t believe she was actually going on a date with Fred. At first she\'d thought he was joking, but then he\'d acted hurt when she asked if he was serious. Hermione had taken extra care with her looks this evening. Dressing in a soft colored blue dress. It showed off her tan really well. It was sleeve-less, and came to just above her knee. The shoes she\'d bought to go with it matched perfectly. Her hair was swept up in a devil-may-care bun, with soft curling tendrils framing her face. It looked elegant, and she was thankful her hair was not as hard to tame as it was when she was younger. She applied just a hint of make-up. More was less her mother used to say.



She was just getting ready to grab her bag, when the doorbell rang.



Knowing it was Fred, she glanced at the clock. Right on time. Who\'d have thought, Fred Weasley was actually on time. She giggled to herself at the thought and went to answer the door to her flat.



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When she opened the door, Fred was mesmorized. She looked beautiful. When he just stood there staring, she said, "Hi Fred. Did you want to come in?"



"Hi, \'Mione. Yes, thanks." he moved into the room, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as he entered.



He spun quickly around to face her, and produced a beautiful bouqeut of daisies. "These are for you. I hope you like them."



"Oh, Fred. There wonderful." She said moving to take the flowers. Then she looked at him quizzically. "How did you know daisies were my favorite?" Waiting for him to respond she took in his attire. Khaki pants, and a nice maroon dress shirt, with a grey tie. He looked quite dashing.



He looked at her kind of sheepishly, "I asked Harry."



"Well, thank you. I\'ll just put these in some water real quick, and then we can go."



She moved to the kitchen and removed a vase from under the sink. Quickly filling it with water and adding an aspirin to the water, she arranged them just so. (Makes them live longer) She placed the vase in the middle of the coffee table in her living room, upon her return.



"This is a nice place you have here, Hermione." Fred said.



"Thanks, I know it\'s not much, but it\'s mine." Hermione responded.



Fred smiled at her. "I think it suits you just fine. And it feels homey. Like one could easily be comfortable here, regardless."



Hermione thanked him again, and asked if he was ready to go to dinner.



"I\'m a Weasley," he joked. "Always ready for a spot of dinner, or more."



Hermione laughed. Fred got up, grabbed her arm, "Ready?"



She nodded, and seeing as how she had no idea where they were going. Fred apparated them to a spot in Diagon Alley.



"Are we going to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner?" she asked teasing.



Fred laughed, "Nope. Muggle london. Right this way ma\'am."



He led her through the pub, and into muggle london. Hermione was trying to figure out when Fred had learned about muggle restaurants, but decided against asking. He seemed nervous enough.



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They ended up at one of Hermione\'s favorite Italian restaurants, "Sweet Basil". She was surprised to see that Fred knew how to hail a cab and everything. He spoke perfect Italian to their waiter.



They enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. When they were finished Fred accompanied Hermione back to her flat.



"Thank you for dinner, Fred. That was great. And I haven\'t been to that restaurant in years." Hermione said as she unlocked her door.



She turned to him, once she had the door open. "Would you like to come in for a drink?"



"Sure, if you don\'t mind. It\'s still early, and George and Angelina got back from their trip yesterday. It\'s quite unnerving when they forget silencing spells. If you get my meaning." Fred said as he followed Hermione inside.



She laughed, "I understand how that could get a bit - well - annoying." She gestured for him to have a seat on the couch, as she moved to the bar.



"What would you like?"



"Got any firewhiskey?" Fred asked. Knowing darn well she did. It was one of Hermione\'s vices. Although she tried not to let everyone know it. She drank it straight, when so many of her friends mixed it with soda or water.



"Sure do." She fixed two glasses. Both on the rocks. And handed one to Fred as she joined him on the couch.



"So did you want to watch the telly for a bit, or play a muggle board game?" Hermione asked. The silence was beginning to get awkward.



Fred smiled at this. "Want to play a little poker?"



She laughed, "Oh, yes. My father taught me well. Your going down Fred Weasley." She moved to get the cards. And almost tripped when she thought she heard him reply, "Only if you\'ll let me."



"Ok there, \'Mione?" Fred asked with a grin. He knew she\'d heard him, and that\'s why she almost tripped.



She turned back after grabbing the deck of cards from the bookshelf. "Yes, never better. Must have been a catch on the rug."



When she moved back across the room, she grabbed a throw pillow from a nearby chair and placed it on the floor, on the opposite side of the table from Fred. Moved the flowers he\'d brought her to another table and sat on the pillow using her knees.



"So what are we playing for?" She asked innocently. Secretly hoping he would mention clothes. She would then feign surprise but agree, after the urging she knew she would get.



Fred smirked, "Well seeing as how I\'m going to kick your beautiful behind, and I\'d hate to take all your money, how about, kisses?"



Interesting, Hermione thought.



"That will work." She said smiling at him.









The began to play and after several heated kisses, seeing as how it didn\'t matter who won they both got a good thing out of it, Fred decided to up the ante.



"Seeing how neither of us is really losing, how about we up the stakes?"



"Hmm, what are you suggesting?" Hermione replied.



"Well, you see, we need something that will make us want to win. If not we will get bored of this quickly. What do you suggest?" Fred wanted to suggest clothes, but was afraid to mention it, for fear of scaring her off.



"I see what you mean." Since he obviously wasn\'t going to suggest it, she would. She wasn\'t a Gryffindor for nothing. After what seemed a few minutes of diliberation, which it wasn\'t, she\'d already made up her mind. She surprised him, "How about clothes? That is if you aren\'t scared of being here starkers, as I plan on not losing anything."



He grinned that saucy sexy smile, and agreed. "I\'m game. But don\'t plan on having everything your wearing by the time I\'m finished. Dad was quite fond of muggle card games, and if you don\'t mind my quoting you earlier, \'Your going down Granger."



Only if you\'ll let me. Hermione thought to herself.



"Deal \'em, Freddie." She said rubbing her hands together.



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They had played several hands, and Fred was down to his undershirt and boxers, while Hermione was still wearing her knickers, bra, and dress. The only thing she\'d had to remove was her shoes and stockings.



"Ok, your a bit better at this than I gave you credit for." Fred admitted.



"I tried to tell you, but you didn\'t want to listen." Hermione said in a sing-song voice.



They had each had about three drinks apiece. And Hermione was beginning to feel its effects.



"Did you want to stop?" she asked. Hoping he said no.



"Never." He replied. And gathered the cards and started shuffling so he could deal yet another hand.



They played the hand out, and to his surprise, he won. "Well, my lovely. I do believe you owe me an article of clothing."



"Yes, I\'m aware of that." She said teasing. She stood up to remove her dress. "Um, Fred, do you think you could unzip me?"



Fred thought for a minute, how did she get is zipped when she dressed earlier? But didn\'t complain. It would give him a reason to get close to her.



"Not a problem, my fair lovely." He got up and rounded the table. Coming up behind her, as she\'d turned when he approached.



He reached for the zipper, and began pulling it down. He placed a soft kiss on her neck, and then gave a trail of kisses down her back, at the skin that was exposed to him.



Hermione sucked in a breath at the first initial contact of his lips with her skin. Oh, she would be melting in a moment.



He reached up and caressed her skin, as he pushed the dress off her shoulders, she caught it before it exposed her. She turned to face him over her shoulder, gave him a saucy wink, and stepped away. Turning to face him, she let go of the dress and it fell to the floor in a pool of fabric at her feet.



Fred could do nothing but stare. She was amazing. The light blue lace bra and panty set she was wearing left little to his imagination, and he felt himself grow hard.



She took a few steps toward him, ran her hands up the front of his t-shirt, and asked in a husky voice, "Can we play a different game?"



Fred gulped, it had been a while since he was last with a woman, and didn\'t know how long he would last. "What did you have in mind?" His voice cracking.



"Oh, I dunno. Maybe we can play, whatever comes to mind first." Hermione said seductively. She\'d noticed the growing bulge in his trousers.



"Hmmm, well, ok." Fred was at a loss for words. Was Hermione Granger trying to seduce him? He was sure she was, and he\'d be a fool to stop her.



Hermione reached up on her tip-toes, and placed her lips to his. Before long they were lowering themselves to the floor, Fred on top of her.



Their hands were everywhere. Rubbing through fabric. He was massaging he breasts through the lace, she was running her hands up and down his back beneath his shirt. He was gyrating his engorged penis against her wet slit through their underwear. All the while their mouths in a mated dance of tongues.



Hermione pulled away from Fred\'s mouth, "Fred, please."



"What is it love?" Fred asked. Moving his hand between their bodies to rub her through the lace of her knickers.



"OH! Fred, please." She said again, with more intensity.



"Please, what?" He asked, he knew he was teasing her.



"I need you."



"You have me."



He knew he was torturing her. She had moved her hands to his buttocks, and was pulling him against her, and raising her hips so that she could get some much needed friction.



"Fred, I want you." Hermione whispered, as she moved her hand into his boxers, and around the front to grasp his thick length.



"Oh, gods! Hermione." Fred said against her neck, he\'d been suckling.



"Can I have you Fred?" Hermione asked permission.



He pulled back and looked into her eyes, she was pleading with him through them. "Yes, love. You can."



That was all the passion ridden witch needed to hear. She shoved his boxers down just enough to expose his length, as he slid her knickers to the side.



She grasp his length, guided it to her opening, and raised in an effort to get him inside her quickly.



"Hermione, are you sure?" He didn\'t want to take advantage of an inebriated Hermione.



Her response was to rub her wet slit against his hard cock.



They both moaned as Fred plunged into her. They started slow and deep. Fred taking time not to see to his own needs, but hers first.



It didn\'t take her long to reach her first orgasm. It had been years since she\'d lay with a man, and the feel of Fred entering her so slow and deep sent her over the edge. But before long she felt that familiar pressure building and knew that if he didn\'t pick things up she would never get there.



"Fred, harder."



He obliged, her without question. "Like this, love?"



"Oh, yes!"



He was pounding into her, Harder and then he picked up the pace. He hoped she would get another orgasm in, because his wasn\'t far off.



"Oh, gods Fred. I\'m so close. Harder please." Hermione was screaming.



So he pounded her harder. Harder and faster. All the while she was screaming, "Oh, Fred, Oh, Gods. Yes."



All it took was a few more thrusts and they both came, HARD. He was moving in and out slowly, on the last vestiges of their orgasm, making sure she rode hers out completely.



Then he collapsed on top of her. Trying to catch his breath. Both of them were panting.



They lay like that, him on top of her, for several minutes before he moved off of her. She whimpered at the loss of his body atop hers, but he pulled her to his side, and she curled up against him.



"That wasn\'t how our first time was supposed to be." Fred said quietly.



Hermione smiled, "I know, but in the heat of the moment, it was perfect."



"Yes, it was." Fred smiled against her hair, and layed a gentle kiss atop her head.



They lay there like that for several minutes. Both just basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Hermione was the first to speak.



"How long have you wanted to ask me out?" she questioned, as she raised up on an elbow to look at him in the face.



He blushed. "For a while." She wasn\'t about to let him be evasive.



"And how long is a while?"



"Long enough." He said. He knew she wasn\'t going to let it go until he told her.



"Yes, I completely understand that time frame." She said jokingly.



He laughed at her. "Just, well. too long." He raised to plant a kiss on her lips. "And just how long have you been wanting to shag me senseless?"



It was Hermione\'s turn to blush. "A while."



"Ah, yes. And how long is a while?" He questioned.



"Long enough." Hermione responded.



Fred stole her line. "Yes, I completely understand that time frame." They both laughed.



"Seriously, though Fred. How long?" Hermione questioned him again. He knew turning things on her wouldn\'t work.



Fred looked deep into her eyes, "You\'ll think I\'m perverted."



Hermione laughed whole-heartedly at that. "I already do, now answer the question."



"Years." He whispered, as he closed his eyes. He didn\'t want to see, what was sure to be confusion in her face.



Hermione was taken aback. Just how long had he been harboring feelings. Surely not as long as she.



When Hermione said nothing, he asked. "So, I answered yours, now answer mine. How long have you wanted to shag the most handsome Weasley?"



She answered without much thought. "Since my fifth year at Hogwarts."



GODRICS PANTS! Was she serious? "Er, Hermione?" Fred said, when she didn\'t respond he looked up to see she had her eyes closed as if waiting for something to happen. "Hermione?"



She opened her eyes, and looked down to see a stunned expression on his face. "What? You wanted me to be honest didn\'t you?" Clearly trying to hide her embarassment by being indifferent.



"Well, yeah. But bloody hell. Why didn\'t you say something sooner?" Fred asked.



She sat up and pulled her discarded dress to cover herself. "Well, what was I supposed to do, approach you and say, \'Hey Fred! I want to shag you silly. Wanna have a go?"



Fred laughed. She looked so adorable. "Well that surely would have gotten my attention. But, merlin\'s beard Hermione." He was just stunned.



"I knew I should have lied. Now your going to be all wierd on me." Hermione said with a hurt voice. She covered her face in her hands and let out a audible sigh.



Fred reached up to move her hands. "It\'s not going to be wierd. I just always thought it was Ron, but then his whole thing with Lavender, and when that ended you seemed well, I dunno."



"I know everyone always thought that Ron and I would end up together. But after hunting the horcruxes with Harry and him, well we are just better off friends." Hermione responded. "I thought then that it was just one of those he\'s my best friends older brother type crushes, but the feeling never went away. And when we\'d thought you\'d died during the battle at Hogwarts, well - ugh!"



"Hermione, love, calm down." Fred said soothingly. "If it makes you feel better, I was always jealous of Ron and Harry. They got to be so close with you, and well I just never knew. If I\'d have known then, well let\'s just say I wouldn\'t have went this long without asking you out."



She calmed at that and even laughed a bit. "Really?"



"Really. You\'ve been on my mind for years. I just assumed you\'d meet someone better suited for you. I mean your brilliant, and I\'m just a jokester." Fred responded.



She really laughed now. "Oh Fred. That\'s part of the appeal. Your so free. I love that about you."









They continued to talk about what they admired about the other, and the conversation turned more provocative. They ended up making love three more times before they drifted of to sleep.



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So, I gave ya some monkey love and pillow talk. More to come. How will everyone react to this newest love? What will become of their heated relationship. Please review if you like how it\'s going. Hugs. :)