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April 28th 2004 (Morning)
Hermione could hear the tapping of Pansy’s heel on the elevator floor and it was driving her mad. “Could you stop tapping your damn Guccis!” Hermione snapped at Pansy. “Fuck Granger, do you need someone to go down under? Because I can floo you, a nice wizard.” Pansy said unabashedly. Macking Hermione turned around and glare at the witch she called her friend. Why did she have to tell Pansy Parkinson of all people, the most known phrase of Australia?
Changing the subject Pansy went back to the reason why they were in a lift to behind with. “Now Granger, get those damn Gryfindors claws sharpened. We are going to need them to get this place. You're not the only one with her eyes in it.” Pansy said, looking up straight. Hermione was left speechless, ugh could this day get any tufer?
Hermione was already not in the best of moods. She was getlag and all she wanted to do was look at the loft Draco had suggested she should purchase. Sign the contract, move in and not wake up till the following day. When she was supposed to go in and sign her new job contract.
In the last five years Hermione had gone up the corporate ladder. A younger Hermione had very different plans for her future. To work for the Ministry of Magic but after she hadn't gotten the internship after graduation. She had figured something out. The political world wasn't for her. After she had taken a two month vacation in Brazil. She headed to Australia where she had sent her parents before the war. After a year of working with healers, Hermione finally got her parents back.
Deciding to stay in Australia after her parents got their memory back. Hermione had also accepted a job at Draco's new company. Wanting to start a new way of life for the wizarding world. Draco alongside other wealthy new generation wizards and witches opened up Morgana Light. If they succeeded in the next ten years. They would be able to give everyone in magical London electricity in their home. Taking them to the next generation.
sound ‘Tenth Floor Penthouse’ sound
Hermione looked over to Pansy with her eyes wide. “Pansy Parkinson, I thought I was seeing an apartment on the fifth floor not the penthouse?” Hermione asked. Pansy just shrugged her shoulders holding the lift door open. “Come on Granger move that sweet ass of yours.” Pansy said playfully, slapping Hermione’s ass with her purse.
Hermione chuckled as she walked out of the lift. She knew her eighteen year old body had changed in the last five years. Her once slim figure had changed into a more curvy figure. Walking into the beautiful penthouse. Hermione noticed the almost fifteen feet floor to ceiling height and the eight feet window. “Wow” she whispered.
“If you think this is great, wait till you see the office space; it literally is a small version of the Malfoy library.” Pansy informed her. As soon as the word library was out. Hermione ran off for the search of the office but ended up face planting into a hard chest. When she looked up she saw a familiar smile and a pair of mischievous brown eyes. “Well good afternoon to you, too beautiful. I am Fred Weasley, your future husband.” the deep chocolate voice of the young man she had last seen escaping on a broom away from his mother's hands.
That's when Hermione started to laugh. Was Fred just joking or did he honestly not remember her. Sure her hair was no longer a bushy bird's nest, but wavy brown locks. She wasn't as slim as the last time he had seen her. And sure she had developed more in the upper and backside. But did he really not remember her?
“Hello there Granger, dang you look stunning if I was not so in love with Theo I would ravish you.” Blaise said, giving Hermione a twirl and then dipping her, making her laugh. “Oh hush up you big teddy bear. What are you doing here?” Hermione asked the tall dark and handsome man. Blaise Zabini had turned out to be in her opinion to have the body of a rugby player. While Theo had the body of a polar rider. “Oh I am just showing Willy Weasley the penthouse he wants to buy it too.” Blaise said.
Hermione turned to look at Fred who was just gaping at her. She smiled over at him and finally took him in. He was still fucken tall, and his red hair had shaded into an almost dark brown color. He was wearing muggle clothing. Jeans she was sure if he turned around would hug a nice ass if the fit of his leg had anything to say about it. The polo shirt showed off muscles she had been able to feel when she bumped into him. Which made her go back on how tall he was, sure she was a curvy woman but she was still short.
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“Are you just going to stand there or do you still not remember me?” Fred heard the honey voice of the girl he had once known. If Zabini hadn't called her by her last name it would have taken him longer to remember her as Ron's ex-girlfriend.
Fuck Hermione Granger was a wet dream. Thankfully he had learned to have self control over his cock. Because if he had still been the young man that left London five years ago. Everyone would be seeing his bulge. Plus he couldn't really hide his cock when he decided to come out to say hello and his cock really wanted to say hello to Hermione Granger.
When in the bloody hell did Hermione Granger get does breast? Because he was sure she didn't have does the last time he had seen her. No the last time he saw her she was still a skinny little thing, just like Ron like them. But the woman who stood in front of him now, was the type of woman he liked. He had never been attracted to the slimmer woman Bill, Percy and Ron had been attracted to. While George liked tall women with some meat and muscle on them. Which worked out great for him because Angelina Johnson was just that. He likes his women to be shorter, easy to move around but with some meat on them also.
Making Hermione Granger his type of woman. He was sure she would barely reach his ribs. From what he had seen when Zabini had spined her and dipped her. She had a pair of breast he was sure would fit perfectly in his large hands and an ass he could hold her up from while he fucked her against a wall… Shit he really needed to get his head out of that train of thought because if not his cock would be saying more than just hello.
So clearing his head he smiled at the woman he had seen as another sister and pulled her in. That turned out to be a bad idea because having Hermione’s body against his really was pushing him. Pushing him to push the two snakes to the elevador and push Hermione against the kitchen island to have his way with her. But he was a man who liked to have a woman's strong consent before he did anything to their beautiful bodies.
“I am sorry Granger, it's just that it has been five years and well you look great. May I ask why are you here with Neville's torn.?” he asked playfully. Making Pansy glare at him and give him the bird. “Don't make me hurt you Weasley.” Pansy threatened, which just made Fred laugh. “Well I just moved back and am looking for a new place.” Hermione answered him.
“Alright, alright what are we going to do about the penthouse? Is Granger or Weasley getting it? I have the contract right here” Blaise asked, holding up the paperwork. Fred and Hermione looked over to each other. “Can I see the contract? I don't know about Fred but there are more than two bedrooms. Can't we just become roommates or something?” she asked.
Pansy nodded as she looked over to Blaise. Hermione had gone to stand around the kitchen island with Fred by her side. “We can do that especially if you two decide to buy the penthouse we can both get commission.” Pansy said with a wide smile. “We can do that but I do have a question: what is this in section 2B?” Hermione asked them.
Both Pansy and Blaise looked at each other and reread the contract “Fuck!” Blaise said, slamming the counter. “What? What's wrong?” Fred asked, looking at the enraged snakes. “Well that the owners of this building are fascist. They might have accepted this penthouse to be muggle technically friendly but they draw the line of two people of the opposite sex sharing a room. They drafted the Concubitus Law of 1869 on the whole dam building.” Blaise told them as he pinched his nose
Fred looked at them all confused about what in the bloody hell were they talking about. “What is that?” Fred asked them, making Pansy huffed out loud. Hermione almost thought the witch was going to pull her hair.
“Ugg this is why we hate your mother Weasley!” Pansy yelled at Fred.
“Hey.” Hermione called back. “Listen Granger the Weasleys might be pureblood but the way their mother brought them up. They might as well be muggle born. She didn't even teach them the basics of pureblood culture and they called us racist. their mother is a classist.” Pansy snapped back her eyes full of anger. “Look Draco and Astoria as well as Neville and myself will not be teaching our children all the things we were taught. But we will be teaching them basic pureblood traditions just like these…” Pansy pauses trying to control herself.
“Look I have changed but this is what passed us off about the Weasleys. They thought they were better than us and in some ways they were. Do you know how much I wished my mother and father would hug me the way your parents did? But then you were all ignorant on basic things ugh.” Pansy said, trying not to cry. Fred nodded his head knowing the feisty witch was right. It had been one the reasons why Percy had left them and why so many pureblood business men didn't take George or him seriously.
So not even thinking about it he walked over and pulled Pansy in tight. “I can't apologize for not knowing these things but if you wish to teach me I won’t mine.” Fred said not letting Pansy pull away. “Fine Weasley I'll teach you and Granger but get your hands off me.” Pansy said, poking him in his ribs.
Hermione smiled at the sight as her heart melted. “Can anyone tell us what the Concubitus Law is and what can we do to get around it?” Hermione asked. “The Concubitus Law in this building means you either figure out who gets it and find roommates from the same sex to be able to pay it. Or there is the other option that you two fake a relationship to get this place.” Blaise suggested.
“Well I don't know about Granger. But everyone I know and will be willing to live with. They are already married or have their own place. Can't we just say we are dating and not share a room” Fred suggested. Pansy shook her head “That's when that law comes in place. Think about it like the opposite of what Dolores did to us at Hogwarts. But this one would make you two not be able to sleep in different rooms. You two will have to share a bed just like many of our parents had to due to the same law being used on them. So what are we going to do?” Blaise asked with a wide smile on his handsome face.
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Fred had always been a ladies man. As a child he had been able to get older witches to give him and George candy. Fred kissed a witch for the first time when he was in third year. He had sex for the first time in fifth year right after they won the quidditch cup. Now at the age of twenty-six he was more of a ladies man. Which is how he was successfully winning over the one hundred years old witch who owned the building. She lived on the floor under the penthouse with only one other apartment on the ninth floor.
“You see Mrs. Rose, Granger and I really need this place. We have been away from London for so long and we are finally back. All we want to do is live together.” Fred said, taking the older woman's wrinkly hand. Mrs. Rose had been a widow for sixty years. Which made her cold and a strict rule follower.
The older woman squinted at them all and then back at Fred. She gestured for Fred to come in closer. Thankfully the old witch smelled like mint and not like his aunt Tessy. “Well my dear I wouldn't mind if you two were engaged. But just being a couple I can't do that, no matter how of a sweet talker you are.” Mrs. Rose said. Fred chuckled and then whispered something into her ear that made her blush. She just slapped his cheek playfully.
“Pass me over the papers. I will be more than happy to have these two lovely couples as my neighbors. Now just don't make so much noise up there.”Mrs. Rose said, winking at them. Fred pulled Hermione to him and to sit on his lap making her blush.
Quickly Blaise and Pansy both passed over the papers making the older woman look at them. “My witch likes to be an independent woman. So if she wants to put in half of the money to buy the penthouse. I am more than happy to please her” Fred said and Hermione only nodded. Mrs. Rose only shrugged and signed the documents. “Well I hope you two invite me to your place soonm” Mrs. Rose said winking to then stand up to hug Fred and Hermione tight.
As they left Mrs. Rose's apartment Hermione turned around to look at Fred. “Fred Gideon Weasley you got ten seconds to tell me what you told her.” Hermione poked him in the chest. Blaise pulled them all toward the lift. “How about we wait till we get into the lift and then you can integrate your boyfriend.” Blaise said as he pushed them forward.
As soon as they all stepped foot into the penthouse Fred was pushed to the wall and Hermione had her wand on his neck. “Dang Granger, do you want to wait till Blaise and I leave to jump Wesley.” Pansy said. Fred chuckled as he smirked at the attractive witch who had pushed him up against a wall. “I don't mind little exhibitism Hermione.” Fred said, winking.
“Hush up! I am not playing with you Fred. Now tell me what did you tell her to persuade her?” Hermione asked, coming closer to him. Fred just looked down at her and smiled. He could smell the toasted champagne scent coming from her shampoo and knew where he could buy her that scent set. So with a bright smile he lowered her wand and told her. “You all heard how she mentioned she was okay with engaged coppes getting an apartment but not simple couples. So I whispered to her that I was planning on proposing to you but that it was a secret of course… Now when can we start moving?” Fred declared leaving everyone agape.
“Engaged?” the small voice of Hermione asked right before she fainted in Fred's arms.
To be continued…