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MERRY CHRISTMAS F~LIST!!
Title: Her Duty
Author: tyskn
Disclaimer: What can I say? I like to play…
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fred and Hermione are on a mission and get caught in a snowstorm.
Words: 3,151
A/N: I wish I had the time to do a fic per friend, but I just don't with RL being such a pain this month. Thus I give you all a rather long F/H fic with fluffy smut to appease all the hopeless romantics such as I. I hope everyone likes~~Merry Christmas!!!


It was freezing cold in the small wood cabin, thanks to the blizzard currently howling outside their door. She had started a fire though, and its heat was slowly permeating the damp chill of the room.

Not fast enough. Hermione bit her lip to prevent a sigh from escaping as she tucked the thick comforter more firmly around Fred’s shoulders. It was her fault they were stuck here in the first place. Paired up for an Order assignment, Fred and Hermione had set out for Greenland, which was rumored to be the hideout of an old wizard who held in his possession, an ancient text said to contain a vital clue in Hermione’s current research of Voldemort’s powers.

She’d disregarded the first basic rule of team assignments: Listening to your partner’s instincts. She’d insisted they were heading the right way even as Fred argued his bad feelings on their direction. Fred’s internal compass was one of the very reasons he’d been chosen to accompany her on this assignment.

And if leading them into a zone where their magic seemed utterly useless wasn’t bad enough, the blizzard that caught them unawares just as she’d decided to heed Fred’s warnings and turn around had made it doubly worse. They’d trudged blindly through the snow, gripping tightly to each other’s hands to prevent being separated. Stumbling upon the tiny cluster of cabins had been pure luck. The wall of snow that had slid from the roof and buried Fred as he’d tried to get the door open had been nothing short of terrifying. Hermione had been standing back from the door and managed to jump out of the avalanche’s path just in time.

It had taken her too many precious minutes to dig Fred out, unable to use her magic, and drag him into the cabin. He was only semi-conscious and shaking dreadfully as she laid him on a thickly piled carpet before a large stone hearth. She’d found the blanket in a trunk and had kindled a respectable blaze in the fireplace. And then she waited.

“C..c..c..c..cold,” Fred’s teeth chattered as he slowly opened his eyes and spoke.

“I’m so sorry Fred,” she whispered, kneeling at his side and brushing damp locks of unruly ginger hair from his face. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as indecision warred within her mind. There was only one other way she could think of to bring Fred’s body temperature back to normal and she blushed scarlet at the thought of it.

Fred’s eyes drifted shut once more and his shivering increased tenfold, which made Hermione realize just how foolish her embarrassment was, given the circumstances. Gathering a tight reign on any lingering feelings of discomfiture she felt, Hermione dragged the blanket away and went about her task with clinical detachment. Fred’s clothes were stiff with frozen wetness and gave her a bit of a struggle undoing the various fastenings. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to remove the heavy clothing from his body as Fred was no help to her at all; having lapsed into what she feverishly hoped was only sleep and not something more serious.

Lying there, stripped down to his bright red cotton boxers, Fred Weasley looked more vulnerable than Hermione had ever witnessed of either Weasley twin in all the years she’d known them. She might have taken a moment to appreciate the sight if not for the bluish tint of exposure coloring his normally pale, freckled skin. With brisk efficiency, Hermione quickly shed her own damp clothing and settled on the rug next to Fred. Pulling the comforter over them both, she rolled to her side and hesitantly slid an arm across his stomach. Her breath hissed out and a shiver coursed through her body as his cold flesh came into contact with her warmth. Fred shifted a bit and she stilled all movement, her cheeks flushing once more at their compromising position. When several minutes passed with Fred doing nothing more than continuing to shake, Hermione let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, steeled her resolve, and inched herself closer. A shocking wave of wantonness caught her off guard as her leg lifted and draped itself over Fred’s to bring him closer to her body heat.

“Oh honestly,” she muttered crossly, giving herself a mental shake before gently resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes began to droop a bit as the temperature under the blanket increased to toasty warmth. She knew she shouldn’t fall asleep so that she could move the minute Fred started to wake up, but the cushion of flesh was too much temptation to resist and she snuggled closer unintentionally as her brain drifted into sleep mode.


Hermione jerked awake and let out an undignified squeak at the pair of intense blue eyes staring at her. Darkness surrounded her except for the cheery glow of the fire.

“’Mione,” Fred commented in a low, conspiratorial whisper, “You’re starkers.”

Horrified, she peered under the blanket to make sure her knickers and bra were still in their respective places and realized just how entangled their bodies had become during sleep. Her inner thigh sprawled haphazardly atop his groin, giving her unmistakable knowledge of what pulsed beneath his boxers. Her left arm was curled possessively around his middle and her head tucked neatly in the crook of his arm. Using his chest as leverage, she tried to sit up and push herself away from him.

“Oh no you don’t,” his grip tightened around her waist and held her firmly in place. “What’s all this about?”

“You… you weren’t getting warm fast enough and I was worried,” she stammered, heat flushing her cheeks as she tried to regain her composure. “Fred, please let me up, this is embarrassing enough as is.”

“So you saved me,” he continued softly as if he hadn’t heard her plea for release.

“I wouldn’t call it that. I’m sure you would’ve been okay given enough time. I just hated to see you shivering so badly.” Her own body shivered a bit under the intense scrutiny Fred was currently giving her.

“Are you cold?” His eyes flashed in the glow of the firelight.

“Not especially.” Her body shivered again. Fred would either think she was a liar or he’d guess the real reason behind her tremors. “I… I really should get up now. Our packs are by the door and I can get us some dry clothing out.” She tried to push away again and this time he stopped her by rolling them until she lay pinned beneath him.

“Wait,” he whispered, raising himself up on his elbows and gazing down at her face. She closed her eyes, unwilling to see the heat reflecting in his eyes.

“Fred, please,” she pleaded, willing herself not to react to the warm male flesh pressed so intimately along the length of her body.

“Gods you’re so beautiful,” Fred breathed, shifting his weight to one arm and caressing the side of her face with the fingertips of his other. “Here in the firelight, your hair fanned out in a wild tangle, your skin glowing and so smooth, and your lips begging for a kiss… I haven’t thought about you in this way for a long time Hermione.”

Her eyes flew open at his admission. His blue eyes were fathomless and dark, and a hint of a smile played upon his lips as he continued to lightly stroke along her face. “In… in what,” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “way?” His hips bumped lightly against hers in response and she gasped. “Oh,” she breathed out softly.

His fingertips drifted south and stopped to rest at the hollow of her throat. “Your pulse is racing,” he observed, dipping his head lower. “So long ago, I used to think about you, but you were Ron’s girl and I knew I didn’t have the right so I forced myself to look the other way.”

“I haven’t been Ron’s girl for years.”

“I know, but by that time we were friends and I didn’t want to do anything to compromise that.”

“What’s this then?” she questioned, raising her hips a bit and pressing her thighs against the strained material of his boxers.

“This,” he whispered, lowering his head to place a gentle kiss just below her ear, “is something I can’t resist.” He sucked at the tender flesh of her earlobe, his warm breath tickling her ear as he spoke. “I want to kiss you Hermione, I want to touch you,” he paused as his body trembled in time with his thoughts. “Merlin help me, but I want to be inside you.”

She turned towards him and found his head buried in the crook of her neck. “Fred,” she managed to say before his head turned and he cut her off. His lips covered hers, tender and firm, and his tongue licked across the faint crease where her lips parted before delving deeper into her mouth.

Hermione moaned as he settled his weight over her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He drew the kiss out, sliding his tongue over hers, mimicking the slow thrust of his pelvis against her thigh. Her arms circled his neck to pull him closer, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. He smiled against her mouth and ducked to nibble along her neck, pausing to lick the sensitive skin over her pulse point.

His mouth kissed lower, catching the straps of her bra between his teeth to lower them past her shoulder. He sat up on his knees, straddling her waist, and let his palms trace the delicate curve of her sides as they glided up the smooth skin towards her chest. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as he traced the outer edging of her bra with his fingertip, causing her nipples to tighten instinctively with awareness. Her back arched from the floor, silently begging him to remove the scrap of fabric as he continued to tease with his feather light touch.

When she thought she could take no more, he unsnapped the front closure and pulled the cups away. His mouth descended immediately, drawing one breast deep into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the nipple and drawling another moan from her. He palmed her other breast, massaging it between his fingers with only the slightest hint of pressure.

“’Mione,” he breathed as he lifted his head, his raspy voice echoing through the small cabin. Fred met her eyes, lifted one hand to tenderly stroke the length of her face before he bent to kiss her again. “So beautiful,” he mumbled against her mouth, gliding his tongue across her bottom lip. He sat up once more, sliding his hips lower. A shiver coursed through her as his hands roamed her body without inhibition, sliding over the peaks of her breasts and down to the flat plain of her belly. “So silky and smooth.” The calluses on his palms created a pleasant friction as he explored leisurely and thoroughly. Her body writhed in slow rhythm to his touch, urging him to where she wanted his hands, her sighs telling him when he reached the right spots.

Fred’s gaze dipped lower for a brief instant before looking back at her through half-lidded eyes. His fingertips rested at the elastic edge of her practical cotton knickers, unwilling to proceed without an invitation. Hermione’s hips bumped upwards and he smiled a bit and curled his fingers around the waistband before changing his mind and flattening his palms against the mattress to support his weight instead. She groaned in frustration but turned it into a moan as his tongue flicked over each nipple in turn. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach with practiced patience until his mouth hovered just over the damp cotton nestled between her thighs. A soft kiss was delivered, then another. Wet heat pooled and dampened her knickers further.

Two fingers pulled the cotton off to the side and cool air met heated flesh. She gasped aloud and her body clenched instinctively. Warm breath tickled delicate flesh and a shiver coursed through her body. The tip of Fred’s tongue traced the outer folds of her pussy then pushed forward and up as his mouth covered her. He sucked at the tight nub of her clit and her hips bucked in response. The sandpapery flat of his tongue stimulated the slick, sensitive length of her pussy with long, lazy licks. He tasted and savored her essence as if it was a fine wine and he wished to become inebriated. She writhed beneath him as the pressure in her abdomen increased. She was panting, mumbling incoherent phrases under her breath. He licked and nibbled and sucked until she could take no more and lost herself over the edge, calling out his name as she did.

Fred paused a moment to catch his breath then carefully pulled her knickers back into place before moving up to give her a gentle, lingering kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered against her lips. She chuckled and reached up to tangle her fingers in the fringe of ginger hair that clung to the nape of his neck.

“Shouldn’t that be the other way around?” she responded lightly. Fred settled in at her side, draping one leg across her thighs as he rested his head against her neck to plant small kisses everywhere his mouth could reach. She felt his cock, stiff and ready, pressed against her leg and wondered if Fred meant to further pursue the carnal delights of the evening. “Surely you don’t need a breather before finishing, eh?” she teased.

“I,” kiss, “didn’t,” kiss, “want you to,” kiss, “think this was just,” another kiss, “about me,” he answered then raised himself up to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t want to make further presumptions regarding, er, your state.” Hermione rolled her eyes and urged him closer to whisper in his ear.

“I haven’t been a virgin for a long time Fred,” she told him, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. His cock gave a twitch and a growl escaped him as he shifted once more over her. His gaze was focused and intense as he stared down at her.

“I don’t take this sort of thing lightly Hermione, at least not anymore I don’t.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that neither do I.”

With another low growl he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, possessively, as he worked his boxers down and kicked them away with endearing impatience. That accomplished, he made quick work of removing her knickers and tossing them across the room. Settling between her thighs, his straining cock poised at her entrance, he met her eyes once more and saw no hesitation there whatsoever. Slowly he pushed forward to penetrate her, both moaning at the feel of her slick walls closing around him and grasping his cock so firmly. He paused, fighting the urge to come immediately, his body shaking at the wet heat that beckoned him to lose himself. Her hands stroked the length of his back, soothing him as he bent to bury his face in the crook of her neck. His harsh breathing, the feel of his cock embedded deeply within her, his struggle for control, all brought Hermione once more to a precipice.

“Oh Gods,” Fred whispered a bit harshly, “wanted you for so long…” His hot, heavy breath sent shivers coursing through her body. Her breathy moans echoed against his mouth as he kissed her and gradually began to rock his hips. “This can’t be real… feels so good…”

Hermione’s hips rose and fell to meet his thrusts, urging him on even as she wished the moment to be interminable. She’d never before thought of giving herself to him and now could not think of why she hadn’t. His touch, his kiss, they stirred something within her she hadn’t known she possessed. It dawned on her slowly that Fred meant more to her than friendship, though she couldn’t pinpoint where exactly her feelings lay in regards to him.

Fred withdrew completely and sank his cock deep again several times before resuming with quick, shallow thrusts. She gasped at each renewed breach of her pussy, feeling the tight knot of her climax building. Rhythmically he plunged, and gave a groan as her walls clenched him tighter as her orgasm built. Needing to see her fly over the edge again, he sat up and used the pad of his thumb to rub small circles against her clit as he moved. She cried out, her tense body shuddering as she came intensely.

He breathed her name reverently as he held her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. His hands shifted, clasped hers tightly and linked their fingers together as his thrusts increased in speed and power. She knew he was close, arched her hips to meet him as he drove into her with renewed vigor. His balls tightened and he plunged deeply one last time before spilling his seed within her. He rocked several times, riding out the wave of orgasm for as long as he could. Feeling completely spent and quite lethargic all of a sudden, he rolled until she lay sprawled on top of him then allowed his body to go lax.

“’Mione,” he said after a few silent moments as they both caught their breath.

“Hmm?” she asked, absently threading her fingers through the sparse ginger hair on his chest. She looked up and grew a bit alarmed when she saw his expression.

“Am I dreaming?”

Relief flooded her and she allowed an inner smile at his question. A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Hermione gave a sharp tug on one of his chest hairs and let a satisfied grin escape when he yelped in surprise.

“Bloody hell woman! What was that for?”

“You’re not dreaming Fred,” she responded wryly then laid her head on his chest, sighing in contentment and closing her eyes as his hand reached out to stroke through her hair. “How long do you suppose this blizzard will last?”

“Days, weeks, months, if my prayers are answered,” he answered. “I noticed a mound of what looks like firewood outside. I’ll have to head out later to bring some in. I’m afraid I might get froze again out there, what with the wind and snow and all that.”

“I suppose,” she sighed again and snuggled up closer to him, “that I shall have to resign myself to the duty of warming you up again proper.”

“Oh, shall I go now then?”

“Let’s just sleep for a bit first. It has to be the middle of the night.”

“As you say love,” he conceded, dropping a kiss to her head and wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Love, she thought sleepily, that’s what this is…