There was some debate about an epilogue... I decided to just do it because this fanfic has basically been my baby and I'm havinga hard time dealing with it's completion. So one final chapter it is!

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Hermione groaned. The sunlight was beaming through the window and burned her eyes, though closed, but that wasn't her problem. She had a very heavy puppy on her chest whining. The witch opened her eyes and was met by wet kisses. Poppy was getting a little too big for sleeping on her chest but she couldn't get mad at the Dalmatian. Fred had taken to working late in the new Hogsmeade shop and his puppy needed someone to cuddle. Unfortunately, Fred usually let her lay on him. Hermione scratched behind a floppy ear. She looked at the clock next to her. 4:23 A.M

With a groan she sat up. It was a Sunday morning and she had planned on sleeping late with her man but he was trying to perfect the shop below his new flat. She normally wouldn't have minded but it was a rare day for her. Winter holidays would start tomorrow and she was planning on having a lazy day with her favorite twin before they left for the Burrow. She pulled her hair into a big bun and slipped on one of Fred's jumpers and his slippers before padding down the stairs into the shop.

She found him behind a pile of screaming yo-yos. His hair had gotten so much longer and was pulled into a low ponytail at the base of his neck, the ends just brushing his shoulder blades. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his back. Poppy was sitting by her feet, her tail wagging happily. Fred looked over her shoulder at a sleepy Miss Granger.

"What are you doing up?"

"Your girl decided that if you weren't sleeping that I am not allowed to either." She looked up at him.

"I'll be up in a bit, Love. I just need to finish up this section.

Hermione looked at the mess of boxes and products. She shook her head. This wouldn't be done anytime soon. She let go of his waist and waited for him to turn. Once he was facing her she grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him down for a kiss. She thought about making it sweet but promptly decided that was just silly. Her lips moved against his slowly, sensually. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pressed her body into him. His hands wasted no time in finding her hips. His thumbs hooked into her panties and he pulled her closer. Her teeth locked into his lower lip and tugged. She let go and pulled away.

"I'll go put on some more clothing and get coffee, then we can make sense of this mess." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before rushing upstairs.

She was pulling on a pair of leggings when she felt warm hands on hers. She bit her lip to hide a smile. Just as she had planned! Fred was kissing the back of her neck and she melted into his chest. He walked them to the bed backwards and flopped onto the mattress. She squeaked and giggled. He rolled onto his side and pulled her closer, nuzzling her hair. She let her hand lay over his on her hip.

"What about the shop?" She asked groggily.

"Later, Darling. For now, a nap and then when we wake up a thorough shagging, and maybe, just maybe some breakfast before I have you in the shower and the shop."

"Fred!" She scolded.

"On the counter so that every time I'm ringing up some innocent little student I can think about how I hard I fucked you, Professor." He whispered into her ear, his hips grinding forward into hers.

She whimpered. He had corrupted her in the best ways. She didn't know how she was supposed to sleep now that he had gotten her hot but she didn't doubt that she could convince him to postpone the nap a little longer. She rolled over and threaded her fingers into his hair. She looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

"Call me Professor again." She said softly.

Fred gave her a wicked grin. He was more than happy to comply.

I don't know... I like it... but I may just do a Christmas special of them at the Burrow.

Thanks for reading!