Forbidden

Chapter three: The beginning.


Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. “Fred! What are you doing here?”

Fred’s eyes roamed Hermione’s face. There was a slight shimmering. He wasn’t sure why, but he was pretty sure Hermione had disillusioned part of her face.

“I’m…staying here for a while, Harry said I could until George’s girlfriend, either leaves him, or stays out of my business. Seems like she is taking over every aspect of my dear twin’s life, and has started on mine. Hardly notices I don’t live there actually.”

Hermione stared at him with sympathy in her gaze, but soon averted her eyes as he addressed her.

“Why are you here at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be with Ickle Ronniekins about now?” Fred questioned.

Hermione’s aversion to meet his line of vision, caused Fred to mutter a spell under his breath. Ropes flew from the tip of his wand, binding Hermione to the chair where she sat. “Sorry Mione, but you are acting very suspicious,” grinned Fred in a joking manner, although his eyes were serious.

Furious Hermione struggled against the ropes, demanding he let her go. “When I get my wand back Fred Weasley!” Hermione screamed, watching Fred twirl her wand between his fingers.

“Lets just see what you are hiding behind that Disillusionment spell for…” Fred started, ignoring Hermione’s desperate cry of terror.

Fred, still grinning widely, swished his wand with a flourish.

Hermione’s look of horror, twisted, into something much more frightened looking. She began to rock, back and forth, back and forth, not looking at the horrified expression on Fred’s face.

Fred hadn’t seen such damage on a person before this, well, that is after the war; and never, never on a person like Hermione. Hell, compared to any of them, Hermione was practically a saint. A goodie-two-shoes who could never do any wrong.

But then why was he looking at a bruise spattered face, and noticed that as she rocked, she favored her right arm. He strode over to the chair, and gently pulled her hand away from her arm. He pulled her sleeve up, and his eyes narrowed in anger. There was a large bruise on her shoulder, and a HANDPRINT shaped bruise on her upper arm. Fred gently touched it, and even though he barely brushed it, Hermione winced in pain.

“Oh, Mione…” Fred murmured softly. He cupped her chin and lifted her face, gently forcing her to look him in the eye. “Please, who did this to you? And why are you here and not with Ron? Surely he-” Fred stopped short at his realization.

“That son-of-a-bitch!” he swore angrily, lunging to his feet. “I’ll kill him!” Fred promised. He grabbed his cloak, and started toward the door. “I’ll fucking kill him!”

He stopped inches away from the door, he heard Hermione whimper.

“Please…Please Fred…Please?”

He turned to look back at her.

“Please don’t…I can’t…please don’t go…please don’t tell anyone?” Hermione pleaded. “He didn’t mean to…it was my fault…please?”

Her cries fell on deaf ears, as he continued to pull the door open. As he was on the stoop, he heard her last cry.

“Please…don’t leave me alone? Fred?”

Fred sighed, and knew it wasn’t his place to tell anyone, it wasn’t his place to tell his brother how to work his marriage. And, he thought with a pain, Hermione wasn’t his to avenge. He turned to her and locked the door behind him as he entered the house.

Hermione shivered as he let her loose of the ropes. She curled up into a ball. Tears coursed down her cheeks.

Fred awkwardly put his arms around her and let her sob against him. Part of him seemed to die, at the thought of his little brother hurting Hermione. As long as he had known her, he had always admired her ability to face down danger.

‘Oh Hermione…’ Fred thought. ‘who could hurt a pretty little thing like you, how could Ron?’ When Hermione stopped crying, Fred gestured to her face with his wand, asking silently if he could heal her. When she nodded her consent, he cast the proper healing spell on her bruises. When he was done, Hermione looked at him surprised. “Where did you…?”

“Learn such exceptional healing spells?” when she nodded he answered her simply. “when you work with such touchy potions in experiments like I do, you need to know those spells.” he shrugged.

Hermione grabbed his arm when he stood. “please…don’t go…” she was terrified that Ron would find her and finish what he started and more since she had ran away.

Fred smiled at her. “I am not going anywhere. don’t worry.” he held out his hand. “Come on. Lets get you settled in for the night.”

He pulled her to her feet, and led her to the bathroom. He showed her where everything was. “When your ready the rooms right down the hall.”

Hermione nodded. She brushed her teeth, and finished the shower she had started several hours before. Wrapped in a towel, she made her way down the hall, and into the room Fred had indicated. She was looking through the drawers for something to wear to bed.

“Hey Hermione, do you see my towel anywhere in here-” Fred stopped in his tracks as Hermione spun around, and struggled to cover herself and grab the towel on the bed at the same time. She brought it to cover her breasts, and her face was burning.

Fred could not think. He didn’t think about Hermione being his little brothers wife. He didn’t think about what anyone would think. All that mattered, all that existed, was Hermione. He couldn’t think of how he hadn’t seen it before. She was beautiful.

Hermione reached blindly for something to cover herself more. Before she could, Fred’s hand gripped her arm gently, but forcefully.

“Don’t…”

Hermione’s eyes met his, she could read them. Something was there. Hermione knew it wasn’t love…concern? Caring? She swallowed visibly. Lust?

Fred leaned close to Hermione, letting his lips come close to hers. “Just for now…let me love you…just for now.”

Hermione came to terms with what was right and wrong, and found she could care less. She just wanted what Fred seemed to want to give her. And she found she would take it…and more. She pressed her lips gently to his.

Fred’s arms wound around her waist, gently pulling her body against his. His mouth gently, but hungrily probing at hers. She gave in to him, and his tongue melded with hers, and her body melted against his.

He led her to the bed, and drew the towel away. His eyes bathed her in warmth, drinking her up. He began by placing tentative kisses to her stomach and breasts. He slowly learned what made her writhe and gasp. He cupped a breast, and using his lips, tongue, and teeth, teased her other nipple.

Hermione moaned sensually. She had forgotten how good this could feel. Inside her head, she knew this was wrong. She knew that this was Fred, her husbands older brother...but she didn't care. This was good, this felt wonderful, and she wasn't about to ruin it with thoughts of Ronald, with the thoughts of what he had done to her just hours before. No. This was her moment. Just this once, she would remember what it felt like to be loved.

Fred's mouth left her breast, and his hand replaced it. He kissed his way down the valley between her breasts, and nipped his way to her navel. He swirled his tongue around it, before moving down to her abdomen. He let one hand drop, and ran it up her leg, to her luscious thighs. Slowly, he ran his hand down them, letting his nails lightly scratch her leg.

Hermione moaned at the sensation. Gods this felt good. "Fred..." She called out, her voice tight with emotion.

"Hermione..." Fred murmured softly, continuing lower. He was at the tiny triangle of curly hair, at the apex between her thighs. With a glance up at her, he flicked his tongue against her nub, gauging her reaction.

She squeaked and lifted her hips slightly.

Fred took that as acceptance. He slid his tongue lower, and licked at her core. Guided by her pants and moans, he flicked, licked, nibbled, and sucked at her sex. Delving his tongue deep inside her, as far as he could go, he used his teeth against her clit, causing her to moan his name loudly as she came.

He lapped up her release, and let her essence flow over his lips and tongue, savoring in her sweetness.

He leaned up and kissed her, sharing her flavor with her.

Hermione kissed him back with equal fervor. She needed this, no...she wanted this. There had always been a part of her, that thought Fred was attractive. Also, if truth be told, she had imagined what it would be like to be with him. Well now she was experiencing it, and it was bliss.

Fred spread her legs wider and climbed between them. He looked to her for consent. At her nod, he used his hand to position his hard manhood at her entrance. He slowly, painfully slowly pushed himself inside of her. He could feel the head hit her cervix. He leaned up and kissed her as he began to push himself inside of her deeper, before withdrawing. He repeated the act. Before long, he had Hermione moaning, and then screaming his name.

He lifted her leg over his shoulder, and began to thrust harder. Fred couldn't believe how wonderful this felt. Being sheathed inside of her creamy softness, plunging inside her repeatedly...causing her to make such noises, was beyond him.

"Fred...Fred I'm close...please..." Hermione's velvety voice rang in his ear.

"I know, so am I!" Fred declared, lifting her other leg over his shoulder to rest with her other one. He lifted her body off the mattress, and using her hips as leverage, began to pound into her wetness. He could feel he upcoming release and thrust as hard as he could, hitting bottom.

Hermione screamed, "Oh my goddd!! Yes! FRED!!!"

"Hermione!!" Fred screamed, thrusting his hips one last time, as they both came.

They lay there, Fred collapsed on top of Hermione, both gasping to catch their breath. Fred used his remaining strength, to roll off of her.

Fred pulled Hermione into his arms, and spooned his body around hers. They fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms.

A/N: Review please!