Fic: Mistletoe (Fred/Hermione)
To: peppery_lime
From: silvernatasha


Title: Mistletoe
Author: silvernatasha
Recipient's name: peppery_lime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Fred/Hermione
Warnings: none


Hermione couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. It really wasn’t his smartest plan ever, but in a way it made sense. She’d already successfully navigated the path of holly leaves that had led up to the bedroom and stepped immediately on a piece after taking off her shoes. Her foot was still stinging a little, actually, which wasn’t exactly romantic.

She supposed that this was supposed to be romantic too, though she was having difficulty holding back giggles. He was reclining on the bed, apparently waiting for her look of shock to turn into one of lust.

A large sprig of mistletoe lay across him, the white berries not doing a great deal to conceal his modesty. The invitation to kiss beneath the mistletoe was not lost on Hermione.

Trying to keep a straight face, Hermione eventually said, “Um, Fred, I might be wrong, but I think mistletoe is poisonous.”

Fred’s eyes widened and he threw the mistletoe to the other side of the room with a very unmanly squeak. He looked down at himself, expecting swelling of a more unpleasant variety than he was hoping for, which set Hermione into a fit of giggles. She covered her mouth with her hands, hoping to stifle the laughter.

“Then again,” Hermione said through her fingers, “that might be only if you eat it.”

Fred looked as though he was seriously considering throwing one of the pillows at her, then got off the bed and pushed past Hermione towards the bathroom. When he practically slammed the door shut, Hermione winced. “Are you alright?” she called through the door.

There was silence, and then Hermione heard the tap running. It seemed an eternity before Fred answered her. “You spoiled it, you know. That was supposed to be romantic and sexy and, you know, mentioning poison can really put a bloke off his game.”

Hermione frowned. “Fred,” she asked after a moment, “what’s all this for?”

The door opened and Fred, still looking disgruntled, appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. “If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you. Forget it.”

She had to think quickly. Mistletoe. Holly. What was the date? Her eyes widened. “Our first kiss,” she breathed in awe, mainly because not only had he remembered, but he had also thought it worth celebrating.

Fred nodded. “One year ago today.”

“Under the mistletoe,” Hermione added quietly, feeling terribly embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, wringing her hands. “I should have…” She cast her eyes downwards, and looked at the towel. “Are you alright?”

Despite his huff of annoyance, Fred nodded. Hermione bit her lip. “Did you want me to kiss it better?”

A spark of interest lit up the redhead’s eyes. “What if I’m still poisonous?” Hermione rolled her eyes and, before he could protest, cast a very thorough Cleansing Charm. Fred yelped, jumping backwards and dropping the towel. “Are you mad?” he demanded, eyes wide and watering slightly.

“Absolutely crazy,” Hermione confirmed with a grin. She moved forward, her hand brushing against his hip.

“If you dare finish that sentence with ‘about you’ I will not be amused.”

Hermione just smiled and tilted her head in order to kiss his jaw. “Fine. I’ll just think it, then.” Her fingers raked through his hair, pulling him down to kiss his lips. “Are you sure you don’t want me to kiss it better?”

“Hmm.” Fred’s lips twisted into a smile. “That might be acceptable.”

“Excellent.”

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist so that she could draw him towards the bedroom; there was no point in hanging about in the doorway if there was shagging to be done. Anniversary shagging, she reminded herself with a smile, inwardly amazed that, not only had their relationship lasted for a year, but that they had gotten together in the first place.

It had been completely unforeseen on both parts. Neither had been looking for a relationship and certainly hadn’t expected to find one at The Burrow. It had happened though, a simple kiss under the mistletoe igniting something that had surprised them both. No-one in the family would admit to putting up the small sprig, although Bill was the prime suspect owing to his secret fondness for romance novels and bubble baths. He insisted fiercely that it was Fleur’s influence, although the blonde witch would firmly shake her head and say that he had been like this before she met him.

They couldn’t even blame drunkenness on ending up in bed together later that night, as neither had been drinking. It didn’t take long, though, for them to that there was something more between them and their friendship had shifted easily into this new place. Fred and Hermione had finally moved in together a short while after Hermione’s birthday, intent on spending their first Christmas as a couple in a place of their own.

Hermione pushed open the bedroom door, careful not to step on any of the sharp sprigs of holly that led to the bed. “How long have you been planning this?”

“A couple of months.” Fred settled himself on the bed, reclining against a pile of red velvet pillows he had strewn across the bed.

Hermione side-stepped yet another piece of holly and climbed onto the bed, pushing her hair back over her shoulders. Her fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh, cold against Fred’s skin, and felt the slight shiver that went through him at the contact.

“Now, where does it hurt the most?” Hermione ran her finger from the base of his cock upwards, barely touching him. Fred groaned, partly in mock pain and partly from frustration.

“All over, I think.”

Hermione gave a tut of sympathy. “Oh dear. I shall have to give it my utmost attention.” She smiled slyly before lowering her head, gently pressing her lips to the head of his cock.

“Good.” Fred’s eyes were closed. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything half-heartedly.” She shook her head before taking him slowly into her mouth, tongue caressing the hardening flesh.

Fred’s fingers curled into the quilt cover. “I knew the mistletoe would work,” he breathed. Hermione looked up at this.

“Don’t get too full of yourself.”

Fred smirked. “The only one who’s going to be full of me is you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Have you actually been reading that book of chat-up lines?”

Fred snorted, then nodded, gasping as Hermione’s fingers started to tease his… “Fuck, woman. You know your hands are freezing, right?” Lowering her head, Hermione licked the pattern that her fingers had been tracing. Then, she blew on the wet skin, the contrast of hot and cold making Fred call out.

With a somewhat frustrated growl, Fred grabbed Hermione’s wrists and pulled her up as he held them, holding them above her head. She lurched forward at the sudden movement, nose nearly hitting his stomach. Hermione looked up. “What was that for?”

“That was for being a tease.” He eyed her carefully. “You know, I’m sure you weren’t such a tease before we were together.”

“You’re clearly a bad influence on me,” Hermione retorted, lowering her head to kiss the nearest bit of skin.

“Mmm. Something like that. Finally managed to corrupt you.”

He let go of her wrists and Hermione braced herself on the bed, shaking her head in denial. “You didn’t corrupt me.” She started to kiss her way up his stomach. “You need to exercise,” she commented.

“Wench.” Fred lay back, watching her through half-closed eyes. Her hair trailed over his skin, not enough to make him laugh, but enough to make him squirm as she gradually worked her way up until she was straddling his thighs. “Isn’t sex supposed to be good exercise?”

Hermione smiled against his throat, her breasts brushing against his chest. “I was thinking more along the line of sit-ups.”

“Nah. Not so much fun.”

She made a faint noise of disapproval at this and then nipped at his earlobe. Fred knew her well enough however, to know that she wouldn’t turn down the prospect of sex with him. Lots and lots of sex. Mmmm. Sex.

Shifting further up his body, Hermione moved so that Fred’s cock just barely penetrated her. He pushed his hips upwards, only to find her moving away. He scowled, especially when she gave him a particularly self-satisfied smirk. As she clenched around him, Fred groaned.

“Now, Mr Weasley,” Hermione said in a low voice, her lips brushing his ear. “Are you absolutely sure that you’re up for this sort of physical activity?”

A soft growl escaped his throat and he turned his head so that he could look her in the eyes. He had the distinct feeling that she was trying to hold back another fit of laughter. “Oh, yes, Miss Granger. I’m up. Can’t you feel it?” Hermione nodded, allowing Fred to thrust his hips upward. He slid into her easily, Hermione’s fingers gripping the tops of his arms tightly as he entered her.

Fred groaned, hands holding her hips to guide her. “Knew my plan to get you into bed would work.” Hermione’s response to this was much less coherent as she moved against him, finding an angle that had her whimpering and moving faster.

He scarcely needed to move, letting the sensation of Hermione and everything that was purely her wash over him.

George still said that he didn’t know what Fred saw in her, to which Fred retorted that that was exactly the point. It wasn’t what everyone else saw that mattered, but what he saw. What Hermione allowed him to see. Right now, he saw an amazing woman, face flushed with arousal and exertion. Her breathing was ragged as was, he realised, his own, and she was gazing down at him with barely-focused eyes.

It was times like this that he knew he loved her. There was no debating it. It was just simple fact. She could be bossy (that sometimes had it’s rather kinky benefits), she could be stubborn (he liked finding new ways of breaking her resolve) and she liked to go to fancy dress parties as a thirteenth century Scandinavian peasant woman, but this was actually rather endearing.

He could see Hermione’s body starting to tense, his own reacting likewise. Reaching out to where their bodies were joined, Fred’s fingers sought out her clit and he delighted in the sound of Hermione’s breathy gasp as he started to stimulate it.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to come, but Fred’s smug satisfaction about this was quickly overridden as he became lost in his own climax.

Their lips met in a messy kiss and Fred could feel Hermione smiling against his mouth. As she settled down beside him, he heard her mumble, “I think I like anniversaries.”

“We’ll have to have another one next year,” Fred said, softly stroking her hair.

“Excellent. No mistletoe next time, though.” Smiling sleepily at him, Hermione kissed his jaw.

Fred considered this. “I like the mistletoe. Maybe I’ll hang it somewhere less… intimate.” He twisted a lock of her hair around her finger.

“Good idea.” Hermione paused. “Did that charm hurt?”

“Stung a bit.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You will.”