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This is another random moment in Violet's later life. I'm really not sure how this fits in with the overall story, it may not at all. But Fred and George really strike a note in me, and in my mind, Fred is her overall protector.

Fred and George had hired her to work with them again during the summer at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and she loved being there with the boys. They indulged her little idiosyncrasies, when she wore short shorts to work (it certainly kept the male clientele coming back) and the fact that she rarely wore shoes for an entire day. She also loved the work, she’d always enjoyed helping the twins pull pranks on anyone and everyone, and she certainly loved having her own money. But this day, and this deed, was one she was dreading. Tristan had come to see her at work.

Violet stood at the end of the counter as Tristan walked in, and smiled up at him. He was so handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes just like his younger brother, Seamus. He had broad shoulders and the muscles in his legs made his shorts tight, no matter how baggy he bought them.

Tristan Finnigan was a wizard, but had never attended Hogwarts. He loved sports, both muggle and wizard. He followed quidditch, and played football for a local team. He was short by Weasley standards, but at 5 foot 9 inches, was plenty tall enough to force Violet to look up to see him.

Her heart was pounding at the thought of what she would have to do today, but there was simply no way around it. She really cared about Tristan, and he drove her mad physically; but there was someone else that she truly loved and she had to end it with Tris in order to handle things correctly. It was only fair. The man she loved knew she was seeing Finnigan, and he would never consent to sharing her. This was the only way.

She took his hand as he walked toward her, and led him to the back of the store, then out into the sunlight. It was a very warm day, one of the hottest summers on record, and she was enjoying every bit of time she could spend outside. She’d lived in England for seven years now, and although she loved the country, and adored her friends, she always longed for summers in the American South, where she’d grown up. This was the closest that summer had come to being hot by her standards.

She turned and faced Tristan, and leaned her back against the wall across the alley from the store. He placed his hand next to her head, and bent to kiss her. She wanted to end it as kindly as possible, and it didn’t matter what she did, she supposed she would always feel an urge to kiss him when he looked at her that way. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling his hand run down her back to her butt, giving it a squeeze. She stopped the kiss, pulling away enough to look him in the eye, and suddenly her own eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t believe this was going to be so difficult!

She closed her eyes, pictured another face before her, and took a deep breath. "What’s wrong, Firoghra?" The way that Gaelic nickname he had for her rolled off his tongue made her heart pound.

"Oh Tristan, I’m so sorry." Her hands covered her mouth as she blinked back tears again. He stood straight, and his hands went to his pockets. "I just, . . . I just can’t do this any more."

"I don’t know why, but I had a feeling this was comin’. This is it, then? The big breakup? All you’re going to tell me is you can’t do this any more?" His eyes narrowed, and his jaw shifted forward slightly. "Violet, I’ve seen no one but you for over a year now. I think you owe me more than that."

"You’re probably right, Tristan. But there’s not much more I can tell you without pissing you off. There’s no point in telling you that there isn’t someone else, because there is. I’m sure you’ve even heard that by now; Seamus talks so much, it’s a wonder you haven’t come to me about it. But that’s all its been, just talk. I care about you, but I’m afraid that this is more, and deeper, and I can’t go on with you when my heart is elsewhere. It’s not fair to any of us."

"So that’s it? You’re not even going to tell me who it is?" She could see his hands balling into fists in the pockets of his shorts.

"No, I’m not. Go home and ask Seamus. I don’t think you need to hear it from me, it will only make you more angry. And you know you scare me when you’re angry." Her lips were pressed together so that they disappeared, and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest. She was nervous, scared to death that he’d go back through the store more than anything else.

But he didn’t. He took off down the alley, and around the corner. She knew his motorcycle was likely waiting just outside of Diagon Alley. She waited until she heard it fire up and take off down the street before she went into the back door of the shop.

Inside, she headed straight to the office. She could see George out front, waiting on a customer. He looked up when he heard her step, and she smiled tentatively. She knew that HE knew, and she worried that he was going to cause her problems. She’d just have to prove to him that she was going to do right by his brother.

She opened the office door, and Fred was sitting there, with his forehead resting directly on the desk, his arms wrapped around his head. She wondered if he was asleep, but decided it didn’t matter. It was time.

She stepped up to him, and heard the change in his breathing as he noticed her feet beside his chair. She ran her hand down the back of his head, and he raised up, sitting back in the chair, wheeling it slightly out from under the desk. She smiled at the sight of him, freckles so dark he was almost tan, blue eyes slightly bloodshot - from lack of sleep, she supposed. Tears were welling up in her eyes again, and she sat down across his lap, and put her head on his shoulder.

He’d always been her rock. He had walked behind her while she flew for the first time on Ron’s broom, in the paddock behind the Burrow. He had come to find her when Ginny was discovered in the Chamber, to hold her and tell her that her best friend would be okay. When Gryffindor had won the House Cup during his sixth year, she was the one he sought out on the field afterward, where he picked her up and spun her about til she was so dizzy he practically had to carry her back to the Tower. And she was the one his eyes had searched out repeatedly that night, during the party in the common room. Her heart had broken when she’d watched him and George fly out of Hogwarts as they’d quit school, although she was cheering along with the rest of the student body at their final triumph. Yes, Fred had been the one person she had counted on most during her time here in England, and when she’d finally realized what Ginny and Hermione had been trying to tell her for the last year, she felt like such a fool. She had practically let him go, almost losing him during the spring to Katie Bell, or so she thought. But now, she would never let that happen again.

His hand stroked her hair, and he whispered to her.

"Was that Tristan I heard you talking to?" She nodded, her face buried in his neck. He smelled like warm spring air and burnt caramel. She loved that smell.

"Then why are you so sad, Vi?"

She reached up, and slipped her fingers in his hair. She felt his skin grow warm beneath her touch, and watched as he flushed up to his hairline. She rested her lips on his neck, then pulled his head down toward hers. She looked into his eyes, those eyes that had loved her for so long, and kissed him for the first time. It was tentative, she wasn’t sure what he would do, but he sighed as if he was giving up without a fight. She ran her tongue across the inside of his upper lip, and he moaned as he opened his mouth and pressed it harder against hers, taking her tongue inside. He closed his mouth around it, sucking slightly while his own tongue ran along the bottom, and her hand tightened in his hair.

Violet ran one hand up Fred's back, and the other continued to rub his hair between her fingers. She purred in the back of her throat as his hand ran down her back, over her ass, and pulled it toward him. The feel of his fingers on her skin sent sparks down her legs and up her back, as he rubbed her thigh just below where her shorts ended. She raised up, and stood, then straddled him in the chair, and pointed her wand at the door to the office to lock it. She laid the wand on the desk and sat against him, matching her hips with his and pressing her chest against his shirt. He had both hands on her ass now, and he slid them up her back to pull her to him.

"Vi, are you sure about this? Because I’m not going to say no, and I’m probably not going to stop if we let it get too far along. I’ve loved you too long not to take you all the way when you’re playing me like this."

In answer, she pulled her shirt off, and bent her head to nuzzle his ear, nipping it slightly.

"Keep touching me. God, please keep on, you’re sending electric shocks through my skin - don’t you feel it?" She lowered her head further, running her tongue down the corded muscle of his neck. Sucking on his neck and shoulder, she left a mark in the shape of a "V", a little trick Tristan had taught her. She was going to make certain that there were no doubts about who this Weasley belonged to.

Fred's right hand slid down her chest, and pulled Violet's bra back to expose her nipple. He lowered his head to it, ran his tongue over the hard pink spot, and all around the areola, watching goose bumps grow as he breathed gently on her. His other hand ran up her thigh, sliding his thumb under her shorts leg, wondering where the elastic of her panties was. She shifted, guiding his thumb between her legs, and Fred almost came just feeling how wet she already was. He had to see her, all of her, to hell with this damned chair. He wrapped his arms around her, and apparated to his bed room.

Fred sat Violet down on the bed, and stepped back, pulling down her shorts as he moved. His forgot to breathe as his eyes filled with the sight of her in her blue satin bra and a thong of the same color. She stood up, stepping out of the shorts, and undid the button on his fly. Violet knelt before him, unzipping Fred's shorts and tugging at the waist to get them over his hips. Her hand caressed his penis, already hard and impossibly long, while the other hand pushed the clothes down further. Full lips wrapped around the end, and she slid it all the way in, feeling it bump against the back of her throat until she swallowed slightly, moving it further down. Fred slammed his hands and head against the door behind him as he gasped. No woman had ever been able to take him all at once, and again he nearly came at the feel of her tongue running the length of his cock, one side then the other, wrapping around it like a snake. When Violet began to suck he thought his knees would give way completely. She ran her hands over Fred's thighs, up his ass, and squeezed hard, pushing him deeper into her throat. She’d had her eyes closed, but looked up at him and felt her thighs grow wet from the gush between them as she watched him losing control. Violet continued to pull him forward, swallowing repeatedly as she allowed Fred to slide in and out slightly. He cried her name, and she felt another surge between her legs. One shaky hand found her head, and she rubbed against it like a cat as she continued to suck and swallow him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off him, gasping.

"Oh God, Vi, stop, just for a minute, stop." He took his shirt off, and she stood and put her mouth on one of his nipples. It was rock hard, and brown as his freckles.

"My God woman! I’m going out of my mind!" Fred pushed her against the bed, and groaned when he felt how wet she was. "Baby girl, do I really make you come like that?" Violet scrambled backwards up the bed, pulling him up alternately by the shoulder and his hair.

Fred started at her ankles, kissing and licking the insides of Violet's legs all the way up to the back of her knees. He sucked on the inside of one, making her gasp and pull at him. "Please Freddie, please! Come here!"

He brushed her hand away "Back, woman! Let the master do his work!" Vi giggled, and he swore she’d pay for that. The insides of her thighs were warm and damp, and she smelled like the grass in the paddock. He placed his tongue against her clit, and she arched her hips to meet him. He pulled at the g-string, throwing it off the bed. A finger inside her, then another, and his tongue on her clit, and she began to moan and toss her head. He couldn’t take it, there was plenty of time for foreplay later. Even he snickered at that, and raised himself up to look at her. She gave a little gaspy scream as his tongue left her. He slid up and entered her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hips bucking up to his, almost against her will. Her legs wound around his waist, and he felt her hot, wet pussy wrap around him as well, tightening until he could hardly bear it. Violet's head was back, her hair dragging the pillow, and he stayed there on his hands and knees until her shoulders relaxed, and she eased herself back to the bed.

"Godddd, fuck me Freddie! FUCK ME! NOW!"

He hardly needed encouragement, and his hand went up her back to finally remove that bra. He took her nipple in his teeth gently, then pulled more of her breast into his mouth, sucking while his tongue worked the nipple. He moved with some force against her hips, resisting the urge to pound the living daylights out of her, although that was what she seemed to want. She was meeting his every stroke, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life. Fred couldn’t think, Violet was so tight and her little cunt was squeezing him as she bucked against him. Fred looked at her and her eyes were closed tight. Her head rolled back on the pillow, and she looked up at him then she stopped.

His eyes widened as she grabbed his hips and pushed him away. She pulled him down on the bed beside her, and sat up, straddling him. There were no words necessary as she impaled herself on his dick, and she ground her clit against him, dropping her head so that her hair fell and almost touched his chest. She put her hands on his chest, and looked up at him, and began to grind against him, slowly, making circles around his cock. His toes started to curl as he felt her pussy suck at him. She held his gaze, willing him to look into her blue-green eyes as she continued, pressing harder and harder against him as she began to come. He moved a hand to touch her clit and she growled.

"Touch me and die, Weasley." She then raised up and placed both hands on her own breasts, and he watched in wonder as she took one into her own mouth and sucked. Her orgasm was long and drawn out, she kept it going as long as she could, moaning and coming,pressing faster and faster against him, her ass hitting his thighs as his leg muscles contracted involuntarily.

"Oh, ohhhhhh, little Vi, yesssss." Fred grabbed her hips and squeezed as he shoved his cock up into her, over and over. He came quickly, almost throwing her from the bed as he shoved up into her. She smiled and rested her forehead on his chest, and he pulled her down beside him.

HIS Vi. He’d thought of her that way ever since that first year at school, when he’d kept an eye on her, making sure that she made friends and didn’t get left out of things. He’d loved her even then, but didn’t know what to do about it, wasn’t even sure what he’d felt back then. She’d been too young when he met her, but he had waited.

And she had grown up. Thank God.