Title: Just Don't Know (1/4)
Rating: R for subject matter and language
Genre: Angst, Humor
A/N: Okay you, demanding wenches, won … again. Here is the prequel to Just Sex but these chapters will be done in Hermione's PoV. Thanks my beautiful freak-beta, Danielle, who I will luve forever.
Chapter One-The Party's Over
"Its time for you to go home, Fred," Hermione directed as she closed the door after the second to last guest left.
"But yours is such a lov-lovely home, Minnie," Fred slurred as he grabbed her around the waist and tried to dance with her. A blush crept on her face as one of his hands kept slipping down to the top of her arse. Her feeling for this thoroughly drunk twin had changed the last time they had been in each other's arms. It had flipped her life around when on New Year's Eve at Parkinson's flat and pulled her in for a kiss at midnight but then she had just been the closest girl to him.
Hermione sighed as she tried to lead their sort-of dancing to the fireplace. Once at the large stone frame, the handsome redhead leaned against it and smirked as he tried to lift up her skirt as she removed his hand off her person. "Please don't call me that. Now, let's get you through the Floo."
Fred giggled like a toddler and then raised his index fingers into the air as he sung, "Floo, Floo, dee-doo."
Her brown eyes went wide in surprised and bit her lip hard to make sure she didn't laugh. Just as she was about to reach into the small pot by the opening, he caught that hand and slyly brought it to lips to plant a kiss. A brush came back to her cheeks as she replied, "Come on, you need to get home."
Her eyebrow rose as she asked, "Can't? Can't what?"
He continued to pet her hand like he was petting a dog's head as he commented drunkenly, "Can't fly by Floo because of Georgie-lou and some company wanted to make whoopee-doo and told me he shut the Floo."
"He told you he was entertaining girl and not to come home. That's kind of unfair."
The wobbling man tapped his finger to his lips with his free hand and said, "Now, I don't know if it was a girl or guy. Doesn't really matter. Rarely one of us needs the whole flat to do the activities elsewhere and everywhere without an audience. Not that we haven't shared of course, but that was ages ago and the three of us were quite intoximbaded."
"Intoxicated? Really? Would never of guessed?" she chuckled and withdrew her hand from him but that action only caused him to pout. Yet, she used the Prefect-voice as she used to at Hogwarts and even went as far as placing her hands on her hips as she stated, "Well, you, Mr. Weasley, can just Floo to the Burrow to get some sleep."
"Mum will rip me a new one, if I came over at this hour this happy. Not there!" Fred's face paled instantly and shook his head so hard that he almost tipped over, if Hermione wasn't there to prop his much taller form back against the fireplace. "Please, 'Mione, let me just spend the night here. I'll be on my best behavior."
Hermione tutted as she brought his arm around her shoulders and lead him down the hallway to the bedrooms. "You're drunk not happy."
He chuckled as he tried to sway them as they walked and laughed, "But I am happy, Hermy."
"Call me Hermy again and your mum's reaction will look about prettier than what I can do. Well, I guess you can stay in the spare room. The boys use it periodically when they get in fights with their significant others. Of course, Ron uses it more often but that is simply not the point." Hermione commented as she opened the door with one hand and tried to keep them from falling into the room with his weight now leaning heavily on her opposite side.
The two slowly stumbled into the darkened room and she lead the where to where the bed was from memory. He chuckled and swayed back-and-forth on the edge of the bed as she untangled herself from his long arms. Fred smiled brightly at her and sighed happily as he said, "You're simply beautiful. Beautiful, brilliant bird."
She shook her head as she lit a candle on the wall sconce as she replied, "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. Anyways, the bathroom is door at the end of the hall and my room is directly across from you, if you should need anything."
He brought his hand up to salute her as he spoke roughly, "Right-oh, Miss Ranger."
Her eyes rolled as she walked to the door and murmured, "Good night, Fred."
"What no goodnight kiss?" he huffed and crossed his arms across his chest like a four-year who was denied a cookie before dinner.
"Tuck me in." Fred leaned back on his forearms and looked her over once before licking his lips. "Strip me or for me. Not picky."
Hermione glared at him and pulled the door almost shut as she said, "Good night."
From behind the closed door, his voice stated, "You're no fun."
Her body leaned against the wall in the hallway as she smiled to herself. His playfulness and banters with her were some of the things that endeared him to her. Of course, she could've used an extra hand to clean up but from the loud snoring that came from the shut door, it seemed that she was on her own for clean-up duty. Clean and then bed.
The time on her alarm clock read four o'clock as the door to Hermione's room slowly opened. Her eyes stayed closed as Fred pulled back the blanket and lay next to her sleeping form. He watched her dream and then moved a strand of her long hair in his fingers. Her eyelids slowly opened and she rolled onto her back but froze as she noticed that she was not alone. The young man merely smiled at her as she asked, "Fred, what are you bloody doing in my bed?"
"Staring at you."
She rolled her eyes as she retorted, "Obviously, but what are you doing in my room?"
His long fingers played with the blanket that just barely covered her chest. Two thin, navy silk straps indicated that there must be something lovely on her body hidden from his view. Slowly he moved the blanket lower past her bosom but his eyes on hers as he spoke, "Well, I had to go to the loo and got lost. And your bed looked much more appealing than the other one."
"Okay, well. You can go back to your room since you know this is my room," she gulped as the tips of his finger were felt running along the outside of her arm and then along the inside as it got closer to her chest.
His voice became much huskier as he replied, "True, I could go back to that lonely, cold bed. But I don't want to."
Again she gulped as his finger inched slowly to left breast and closed her eyes as she breathily said, "You don't?"
"No, I don't," he whispered as he leaned down to lick a path from her neck to her ear. His large hand gently rested on top of her silk-covered breast and he nipped at her earlobe as he asked, "Do you want me to go, Hermione?"
Here eyes opened and looked directly into his as she realized that her heart was racing. She glanced down to those lips that she had been dreaming about kissing since New Year's and replied, "No, no I don't."
"Brilliant," he commented before claiming her lips with his.
To Be Continued