Continued from here.Hermione wanted to tell Fred that she wasn't going to tell her any such thing when Rupert and Wesley walked into the room. She was glad when Wesley told Fred that her idea was brilliant, so that she'd realize that they were with her, no matter what."Of course we aren't, love," Rupert said. "Siedel didn't expect you to live through your ordeal, I'm sure. His sending you to another dimension was simply a convenient way to...make sure no one found you. And to keep his hands clean.""Fred," Hermione said, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to her. "He tried to take you away from me. The last time someone killed someone I loved, I..."She paused for a moment, looking down at her hands before looking up at Fred. She had never told anyone this before - not even Rupert knew. Only Harry did. And Harry had promised never to tell."When Ron died, I was lying on the floor in pain, his body right next to me, Voldemort nearby. Now, there are three spells that every witch and wizard are taught to never, ever use, no matter what the circumstances, on another witch or wizard. If they do, they're branded evil...wrong..." She took a deep breath. "The worst of the lot is Avada Kedavra, the killing curse. And when Ron fell next to me, I grabbed his wand because mine was being held by Voldemort...and I said it.""Hermione," Rupert said softly.She shrugged. "It didn't work...but I had to try." She reached out and pushed Fred's hair back from her face. "So I understand why you have to do this. He wanted to kill you, and he's killed others. He has to be stopped because I will not let him take you or the babies away from me. From us. So whatever you have to do, I'll be there with you.""As will I," Wesley said."And I," Rupert agreed. "But only if you want this, Fred. You're the one he hurt. You're the one who makes the decision how we proceed with this."
Hermione definitely agreed that there should be some sort of admission if the boys wanted to join them later, but she figured they could discuss that later. Right now, she wanted her time with Fred. She was just glad that the spell hadn't gone wrong - she wanted everything to be perfect that night.At Fred's toast, she smiled. Anyone who didn't know them might have thought Fred was taking the mickey, but she knew just much she meant what she said. "To my wife, who taught me how to live again."Once they drank and put the glasses aside, she let Fred pull her closer to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around her just as she felt a familiar sensation beginning to build in her. Fred obviously felt it too."I'm not doing anything," she said, pointing to where she had set the wand on the bed. She hadn't had a chance to really practice wandless magic. "I..."Suddenly, a thought hit her, and she looked into Fred's eyes. Reaching down, she linked their hands together before leaning forward and kissing her deeply. The sensation ran through her again, causing her to gasp slightly as they broke apart."I think...Fred, I think our connection is returning," she told her in amazement.
Fred looked at Hermione as she took her hands, wondering what she was doing. When she kissed her, Fred felt the familiar sensation run through her body. She moaned and when they parted, she stared at Hermione in wonderment. "It has," she said before grinning. "It's back." This made her incredibly happy, especially since she'd blamed herself for the connection being broken in the first place.She didn't want to wait any longer to be with her wife. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor before taking off her bra and panties. Fred then turned Hermione around and unzipped the back of the dress she was wearing. She then softly kissed along her shoulders before unhooking her bra. Fred then turned Hermione around and dipped her head to suck one of her nipples into her mouth. As she sucked on it, she ran her hands down and pushed Hermione's panties off her hips and down her hips. Releasing her nipple, Fred smiled and took a step back. "You're so beautiful," she whispered before taking her hand and leading her to the bed."I want to taste you but I think you may have to lay on your side so I can. I'm afraid my stomach might get in the way if I get between your legs. I had problems when I was with Wesley yesterday," she said with a small blush. "Gotta come up with some creative ways to make love, now that I'm the size of a whale."
Hermione almost couldn't believe it - their connection was back. After months of not knowing what had happened to it and worrying, that familiar feeling of Fred had returned. There was a completeness there now.Hermione watched as Fred undressed, thinking how lucky she was. Pregnant, she was beautiful. And Hermione knew she would always think she was beautiful, no matter what. No matter how old they were. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but before she could, she was being turned around, so Fred could undress her. She shuddered slightly as the cool air of the room hit her.When she turned around, she gasped as Fred sucked on her nipple. "Oh God," she moaned, her eyes closing for a moment. She felt herself throb as need and that sensation that had been missing for so long began to build inside her. She wanted to feel more, she wanted to feel her wife, so she let her led her over to the bed. She gave Fred a soft smile and reached out to touch her face when she blushed at her size."You're not a whale, love," she told her. "You're beautiful. And we'll figure it out."Helping Fred onto the bed, she had her lay down and then situated herself to they could both taste each other. Gently she ran her hand up between Fred's legs, parting them so she could place a kiss on her inner thigh. "Does this work for you?" she asked.