Scissors

“I told you so.”

He groaned in response. “How long have you been waiting to say that?”

“A while,” she said with a teasing smile.

“You were right, I was wrong. Hermione Weasley is the all-knowing queen of the world. Fred Weasley is always wrong and clueless. I bow before you,” he said with a flourish of his freckled arm, bowing so far down that his long hair brushed the ground.

She reached down, running her fingers through his hair. It had grown way too long. He had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had time to cut it. Thankfully Molly hadn’t seen him lately, she would probably throw a fit about it. A smile covered her face, her mind working in overdrive.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I know. I have to grant you three wishes.”

“Well, don’t sound so excited about it. You know you could have fun with this just as much as I will, if you simply look on the bright side.” Her foot tapped and she crossed her arms, her ire was slowly starting to rise. He noticed the changes in her demeanor and quickly back pedaled.

“I’m sorry, of course I will have fun. Anything I do with you will be fun,” he said pleadingly, attempting to calm down his wife.

She smiled at him, her anger washing away. Her hand rose up in the air and a pair of scissors came flying in from the other room at her silent Accio.

His eyes bugged out of his head, reminding her of Luna.

“Now wait just a minute, Hermione. You know I didn’t mean it. It was just a joke. There is no need to get violent.” His hands were raised in the air, in the traditional mode of surrender.

“I’m not going to hurt you. My first wish is for you to get a haircut. I want to cut it.” The scissors sliced through the air as she opened and closed them, the metallic sound filled the air.

Fred gave an involuntary shiver. He hated getting his hair cut, hence why he had let it go so long. Now that he didn’t have his mother breathing down his neck, he could do what he wanted.

Hermione pushed him down into the couch in their living room. She straddled his lap, face to face with him. He relaxed into her familiar weight.

She leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers. She nibbled, and traced his mouth with her tongue. Her hips ground down into his, rubbing against his warm body, friction igniting their desires.

He moaned at the sensation, his cock hardening at the feel and sight of his wife straddling him, and using him for her own desires. He heard the sound of hair being cut, but he couldn’t focus on anything except the hot body of his beautiful wife pressing against him, enflaming him to new heights.

With her free hand, she reached down and unsnapped his jeans. The sound of his zipper being pulled down filled his ears and he smirked around Hermione’s lips. He loved it when she took charge. Her hand reached inside, gripping his hard cock in a familiar and firm grip.

“Gods, Mione. You are killing me,” Fred exclaimed, releasing her mouth and moving to her neck, nipping at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He sucked on her sweet tasting skin, attempting to ignore her stroking his cock. Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the liquid leaking from the tip.

Another sound of snipping filled his ear, but he barely noticed, trying to focus on not spilling into the hand of his wife like a prepubescent boy.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked into his ear, followed by another snipping sound. He felt the warmth of her mouth sucking on his ear and he groaned against her neck. She continued working her hand up and down his cock, manipulating the soft skin in just the right ways. Her fingers danced down the hard shaft, brushing against his balls, an action she knew would send him over the edge.

A final snipping sound flittered through his ears. The scissors dropped from her hands, the clatter of them hitting the ground, slightly muffled by the carpet. She rolled his balls in her hand and he came with a shout, spilling in her hand. He looked up into her flushed face. He gave her a weak smile and a gentle kiss on the lips.

Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, her fingers playing in his shorter hair.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” she asked cheekily.

“Feel free to cut my hair like that any day,” he said returning her cheek.

“Well, you got one wish, what’s the next one?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles on her hips.

She tapped her chin in deliberation.

“I do believe I am lacking something right now,” she said with a pout.

“And what would that be, dear wife?”

“An orgasm,” she stated bluntly.

“Well, I do believe I can remedy that. Is that your second wish?” She answered with a nod and a wiggle of her body.

He pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her scarlet red lace bra.

“I love you in red,” he whispered as he traced his finger underneath the right strap of her bra. Her skin was like silk against the rough pads of his fingers. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, cupping her breasts, with his hand. She wiggled more, squirming at the unfulfilled desire flowing through her veins.

He dipped his head, taking her rapidly hardening nipple into his warm mouth. She released a deep moan at the sensation. He circled his finger around the other one, not quite touching it, just teasing the skin. He heard her emit a low growl of frustration and he chuckled. He gave a gentle twist to the nipple, releasing the other from his mouth.

He moved his hands around her, to her back, grazing them down her silky skin. He slowly moved his hands toward her arse, cupping her firm round cheeks, and pulling her closer into his body. She ground down into him.

“Gods, Fred, please,” she moaned.

He chuckled and reached around, unsnapping her jeans and pushing them down her hips. He slid down the couch.

She stood up and removed them, then straddled him again. He pushed her up on the couch so that her cloth-clad core was resting right over his mouth.

“You take your jeans off, but not your knickers. I thought you wanted an orgasm. I guess not.” She emitted a growl of frustration.

“Just rip them off,” she said in a low voice.

“Gladly,” he stated as he dipped his thumbs into the waistband and tugged, ripping them off her body. The snap echoed in the room along with her intake of breath at the stinging sensation.

He brushed his nose against the soft hot skin of her core. He pulled apart her outer lips and ran the flat of his tongue along her sweet center.

She released a long moan of desire. He suckled on her clit, pulling it into his mouth and applying a light pressure, just enough to tease her. He moved his hand, sliding one of his fingers into her pussy, stroking the inner skin. He added another finger, increasing the pressure.

She rocked her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, mirroring the actions she wanted to make with his cock inside of her. He removed his fingers from her hot core.

“No, Fred, Don’t stop!” she cried. He lapped at her core, curling his tongue and sliding it into her hot pussy. She was starting to quiver and he knew she was close. It would only take one last swirl of his tongue and she would fly over the edge.

He moved towards her inner thigh, gently biting the soft skin there. She groaned at the loss of him at her core. Her hand moved down to touch herself and finish the job. He swatted her hand away and applied one last lap of his tongue, throttling her over the cliff of ecstasy.

He slid back up into the couch, and caught her as she collapsed into his lap. She nestled down into his warm chest, placing baby kisses on his warm salty skin.

“Tell me one thing, how did you know that Ginny was pregnant?”

“Your mother told me.”

“That’s cheating!”

“Not when she willingly offers up the information with no pestering from me,” she said with a devious smile.

“I believe I’m beginning to rub off on you, wife. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. Okay, milady, what is your third wish?”

“I want a baby,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

“Now that I can do,” he said as he pushed her down onto the couch, covering her body with his.

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