Fred curiously blinked her eyes as Hermione told her that what she saw had really happened. How was that possible? Did it have something to do with the surge of energy she'd felt when she grabbed Hermione? She was about to ask when Hermione told her that she'd seen something too. Fred furrowed her eyebrows and listened as the other woman described that she'd seen
( ... )
Hermione felt so bad for Fred when she admitted that what she had seen regarding the library had actually happened. She couldn't imagine what that must have been like, to have been sucked through to a strange dimension simply because she had opened and read from a book.
But that meant that Fred and she had seen into each other's minds. Somehow, they had connected with each other during the spell. And Fred reminded her of the surge of energy that went through them when she had grabbed her in the lot.
But Fred also felt power running through her when they had been together earlier and now. Closing her eyes for a moment, Hermione concentrated, and she could feel it as well. They couldn't...
Could they?
"Oh, Merlin," she breathed, opening her eyes and looking into Fred's. "There's nothing wrong with you, Fred. It's...if what I think this is is true...then there's a very rare connection between us."
Fred was glad Hermione didn't ask anything more about Pylea. Being there still bothered her sometimes as did the nightmares. She'd done a good job with hiding it from everyone but if Hermione could read her mind, there was a chance the other woman would find out how she was still scared of being sucked into another portal.
And Fred didn't like that all.
When Hermione said they shared a connection, Fred let go of her hand. If Hermione was right, then she'd be able to read her mind anytime she wanted and Fred didn't want her to know. She didn't want her to know what they'd done to her in Pylea, or what she had to do to survive.
"I-I," Fred started as tears came to her eyes. "If we're connected then you'll know what they did to me and then you'll leave. I don't want you to leave me." She covered her eyes with her hands and started to sob. "You'll think I'm weak for what I let them do to me."
Hermione fell asleep quickly in Fred's arms, her sleep dreamless due to her exhaustion. She didn't even feel her get up from the bed, didn't know she had until she felt Fred shaking her shoulder
( ... )
Once they had Wesley in the back of his Jeep, Fred got behind the wheel and started for Sunnydale. Wesley was a complete mess, calling the hospital to get updates. When they wouldn't give him any because he wasn't family, he sunk down in the seat with a sob
( ... )
Hermione wished that there was something they could do for Wesley, but there was no way they were going to be able to get the hospital to talk to him, and she didn't dare do anything to SUV to make it go faster. She wasn't sure she had the energy yet, for one, and she knew that the American Department of Magical Affairs would be on her for casting a spell on Muggle property in public. So they had to make do with Fred driving them as fast as she could
( ... )
Fred watched as Rupert's brow furrowed in concentration. She gripped Hermione's hand tighter, afraid that Rupert was going to be upset with them. Unlike Hermione and Wesley, Fred didn't know Rupert that well. All she knew is from what she heard from others. "It makes sense," he finally said, looking at all of them. "A conduit is a close match to the witch or wizard they are connected too. Wesley had told me a few times about Fred's ability to absorb information - much like you do, Hermione
( ... )
Hermione looked up at Fred when she pushed her back onto the bed and knelt over her. Her heart was pounding in her chest because even though they had already touched each other quite intimately, this was different. They were open to each other now, in so many ways. They knew there was something special about what they had together
( ... )
Fred marveled at the noises Hermione was making, knowing that it was her that was causing the other woman such pleasure. Her tongue continued to flick over Hermione's hard nub in a slow rhythm. She needed to make her last as long as possible because Fred didn't want to lose contact with her.
When Hermione came, Fred pressed her tongue against her clit, moaning as she felt her clamp around her finger. The taste was different, and more pleasant, than Fred had tasted from any man she'd been with. Removing her finger, Fred sucked it clean before moving up Hermione's body again.
She kneeled over her and looked down as the back of her hand softly carassed the other woman's flushed cheek. "So beautiful." Fred dipped her head down and gave Hermione a soft kiss. She knew how she felt and she knew what she wanted to do next. Being with Hermione made her heart burst with joy and Fred wanted her to know it.
"I love you," she murmured against her lips before giving her a deep kiss.
When Hermione stopped trembling and opened her eyes, she found Fred's eyes staring back at her and smiled. "Wow," she breathed. "That was...that was explosive."
She raised her hand up to cup the back of Fred's head as they kissed for several moments. Then she heard it - Fred's three words to her - and her heart began slamming within her chest again. Yesterday morning, she had never expected that today, she would be lying here naked with a woman who had claimed her heart so utterly and completely in such a short amount of time. She had found everything that she hadn't even known she had wanted, everything that had been missing from her life while she hid away, trying to stay out of sight, out of mind.
"Fred," she said softly, cupping her hand to her cheek, staring up into her eyes when they parted from another kiss. "I love you too."
When they parted, Fred looked down at Hermione, waiting for her to laugh at her confession. Hardly anyone ever loved Fred back, but when Hermione said she loved her too, Fred felt like crying. "Oh," she whispered as she smiled. She quickly blinked her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay but they still came. "Thank you, Hermione."
She bent down and gave her another kiss before lying down beside Hermione. Her hand softly stroked the other woman's cheek. "No one has loved me back before," Fred admitted before she looked down. "Well, not in a romantic sense of the word." She looked up again, her cheeks red with a blush.
"Did… I did everything right, didn't I?" Fred quietly asked. "I've never done that before and I didn't know if I was doing it right. I just remembered what I liked and didn't like and of course you probably like different things than I do so maybe using myself as an example wasn't good. Maybe we could get a book!"
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But that meant that Fred and she had seen into each other's minds. Somehow, they had connected with each other during the spell. And Fred reminded her of the surge of energy that went through them when she had grabbed her in the lot.
But Fred also felt power running through her when they had been together earlier and now. Closing her eyes for a moment, Hermione concentrated, and she could feel it as well. They couldn't...
Could they?
"Oh, Merlin," she breathed, opening her eyes and looking into Fred's. "There's nothing wrong with you, Fred. It's...if what I think this is is true...then there's a very rare connection between us."
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And Fred didn't like that all.
When Hermione said they shared a connection, Fred let go of her hand. If Hermione was right, then she'd be able to read her mind anytime she wanted and Fred didn't want her to know. She didn't want her to know what they'd done to her in Pylea, or what she had to do to survive.
"I-I," Fred started as tears came to her eyes. "If we're connected then you'll know what they did to me and then you'll leave. I don't want you to leave me." She covered her eyes with her hands and started to sob. "You'll think I'm weak for what I let them do to me."
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When Hermione came, Fred pressed her tongue against her clit, moaning as she felt her clamp around her finger. The taste was different, and more pleasant, than Fred had tasted from any man she'd been with. Removing her finger, Fred sucked it clean before moving up Hermione's body again.
She kneeled over her and looked down as the back of her hand softly carassed the other woman's flushed cheek. "So beautiful." Fred dipped her head down and gave Hermione a soft kiss. She knew how she felt and she knew what she wanted to do next. Being with Hermione made her heart burst with joy and Fred wanted her to know it.
"I love you," she murmured against her lips before giving her a deep kiss.
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She raised her hand up to cup the back of Fred's head as they kissed for several moments. Then she heard it - Fred's three words to her - and her heart began slamming within her chest again. Yesterday morning, she had never expected that today, she would be lying here naked with a woman who had claimed her heart so utterly and completely in such a short amount of time. She had found everything that she hadn't even known she had wanted, everything that had been missing from her life while she hid away, trying to stay out of sight, out of mind.
"Fred," she said softly, cupping her hand to her cheek, staring up into her eyes when they parted from another kiss. "I love you too."
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She bent down and gave her another kiss before lying down beside Hermione. Her hand softly stroked the other woman's cheek. "No one has loved me back before," Fred admitted before she looked down. "Well, not in a romantic sense of the word." She looked up again, her cheeks red with a blush.
"Did… I did everything right, didn't I?" Fred quietly asked. "I've never done that before and I didn't know if I was doing it right. I just remembered what I liked and didn't like and of course you probably like different things than I do so maybe using myself as an example wasn't good. Maybe we could get a book!"
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