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Worth the Wait	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
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‘How’s your headache?’ Ginny asked as she sat next to Hermione in the kitchen, eating breakfast.
‘Much better now thanks,’ Hermione said. She smiled at Ginny. ‘Can you pass the teapot, please? I’m not sure I can eat anything, not knowing the size of the meal your mum’s preparing for later, but I definitely need lots of tea to get me going.’
‘Morning girls, Happy Christmas,’ Arthur said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen.
He walked over to the stove where Molly was already busy cooking and wrapped his arms around her, whispered something in her ear, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. She gave a small squeal of pleasure then batted him away, both of them looking a little pink in the face. He joined Ginny and Hermione at the table.
‘Are you the only two up?’ he asked with interest.
Ginny nodded. ‘Penny’s still asleep. She snores like a pig,’ she said with a grimace. Hermione stifled a laugh whilst Arthur looked surprised. ‘Well she does,’ Ginny said defensively. ‘You’ve got to admit it, Hermione.’
‘It’s true, I’m afraid,’ Hermione said, then took a sip of her tea to cover the laugh.
‘None of the boys up, either?’ Arthur said disbelievingly. ‘I remember a time when you all used to be up before the crack of dawn wanting to see what Father Christmas had left you. Now we can’t drag you out of bed until lunch is on the table.’ He helped himself to some toast and began to butter it, then retreated behind the previous day’s newspaper as he ate.
‘I think the twins are around somewhere,’ Molly said. ‘They were up early, as usual. Although Merlin knows what they’re up to.’ She rolled her eyes despairingly.
Hermione yawned. ‘I could probably have done with another couple of hours.’
‘At least you had an early night,’ Ginny said reproachfully, ‘so you got a couple of hours sleep before the Pig started.’
‘Ginny, don’t call her that,’ Molly said, turning to glare at her daughter. ‘It’s not nice.’
‘Neither’s she,’ Ginny said unapologetically. ‘Anyway, at least we’re not likely to be saddled with her once Christmas is over.’
‘What makes you say that?’ Molly asked curiously.
Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, then increase in pace. Had she and Percy been found out?
Ginny shrugged. ‘Dunno, really,’ she said, ‘but I don’t think Percy’s all that keen on her these days. I’ve seen the way he looks at her sometimes; as if he wishes she would shut up and go away.’ She took a sip of her tea. ‘You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s seeing someone else,’ she mused. ‘He’s changed quite a bit since he moved away from the Burrow, become far more dominant, and I don’t think drippy Penny is what he’s looking for now.’
Hermione sipped her own tea and hoped she wasn’t blushing. She had forgotten how perceptive Ginny could be when she wanted.
‘But they’ve been together for years,’ she pointed out.
Ginny shrugged again. ‘You were in love with Ron for years but it didn’t take you long to fall out of love, did it?’
Molly looked around from the stove again at this comment and stared intently at Hermione, who knew she was blushing this time.
‘It’s not that I’m not in love with him,’ she said, trying to work out what she was going to say as she went. ‘I think I’ll always be in love with Ron to some extent, but after we became more intimate I think we realised he and I are better off as friends rather than as boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s more like my brother.’
Hermione was relieved to see that Molly had relaxed a little and turned back to her cooking.
Ginny nodded. ‘He’s always been a prat with girls. Remember when he was with Lavender? Urgh . . . actually . . . let’s not. You know, maybe you should go out with Percy, Hermione.’
Hermione looked at her friend in surprise. ‘What makes you say that?’
Ginny grinned wickedly. ‘You both love working and you’re both a pair of know-it-alls. I think you’d make a really good couple.’
‘Determined to get me married off to a Weasley, eh, Ginny?’ Hermione said with a smile.
Ginny shrugged. ‘Well, there are plenty to choose from still, although I won’t deny you getting Percy away from the Pig would cheer me up no end.’
Molly turned angrily at Ginny’s mention of Penny again and shooed them out of her kitchen.
‘I might go for a walk,’ Hermione said, looking at the clear blue sky outside the kitchen window. ‘Do you want to come, Ginny?’
Ginny wrinkled her nose. ‘Nah. I’m going to get my lazy-arse brother and my boyfriend out of bed, see if I can find the twins and have a game of Quidditch. I might even get Bill and Charlie involved if I can get them to stop talking long enough. Come and find us when you get fed up with walking.’
‘Wrap up warmly, Hermione,’ Molly advised. ‘It looks lovely but it’s freezing out there.’
Hermione left the kitchen and headed back towards Ginny’s bedroom. Ginny continued climbing the stairs to get to Ron’s room.
‘Pig!’ she whispered with a grin as she went past her room, hearing Penny still snoring loudly.
Smiling, Hermione pushed open the door to the bedroom and entered, finding her hat, gloves and scarf as well as her boots and coat. She quietly left the room, Penny still fast asleep.
Hermione gasped as she stepped out of the kitchen door, the cold hitting her like a wall after the heat of the kitchen. She rapidly closed the door before too much heat escaped. Already she could feel the skin on her cheeks tightening as the cold caressed them and she pulled her hat down more firmly to ensure her ears were well covered. She hated it when they got cold.
She wasn’t entirely sure where to go as there wasn’t a lot to see in the area. The small village of Ottery St Catchpole was a short walk away but everything would be closed as it was Christmas Day. The only other things in the area were fields. She thought for a moment then decided she would walk to the village and back anyway, then see if the others had emerged by that time to play Quidditch.
She walked across the garden, heading for the lane. But as she approached the barn she discovered where the twins had got to. They emerged as she walked past the door and before she could continue the two men grabbed an arm each, easily picking her up and carrying her back into the barn with them.
‘Happy Christmas, Hermione,’ Fred said with a grin as they released her.
‘Yeah, Happy Christmas, Hermione,’ George added, his grin just as wide.
‘Happy Christmas to you both, too,’ Hermione answered. She stared at them suspiciously. ‘Why did you carry me in here?’
‘It’s cold out there,’ Fred said. ‘It’s much warmer in here.’
‘Not that much,’ Hermione pointed out with a chuckle. ‘It’s just a bit less windy, that’s all. I was going for a walk. Ginny’s looking for you, she wants to play Quidditch – once she can get Ron and Harry up, that is.’
‘Not really interested at the moment,’ George said dismissively.
Fred shook his head, too. ‘We’ve got better things to do than play Quidditch.’
‘Really?’ Hermione looked at the twins with interest. ‘I didn’t think there was much to do around here, especially today.’
‘Oh, you just have to know where to look for your entertainment,’ Fred told her.
‘And at the moment it’s right here,’ George said, pointing at the ground in front of Hermione.
Hermione looked confused. ‘What, here in the barn?’
She looked around but couldn’t see anything that seemed particularly interesting, at least not to her.
‘That’s right. Right here,’ George repeated.
The twins gazed at Hermione intently.
‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ Hermione asked. After a few seconds of being stared at she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
‘You really are very beautiful, you know, Hermione,’ Fred said.
Hermione blushed. ‘Erm, thank you, I think,’ she replied, feeling a little embarrassed.
‘I’m not surprised Percy wants to fuck you senseless,’ George said with a grin.
‘Yeah, ‘cos we’d really like to do the same,’ Fred added.
Hermione felt a cold chill spread through her body. ‘What on earth are you talking about?’
Fred laughed. ‘You and Percy in here this morning, fucking each other’s brains out. I wonder what darling Penny would have to say about that or our dear little bro’? I mean, you are still his girlfriend, aren’t you?’
Hermione could feel the heat in her face and a gnawing sensation in her stomach. Somehow the twins had discovered what she and Percy had done, and as it was the twins there was little point in trying to deny it.
‘But how do you know that?’ she asked slowly.
George laughed this time. ‘We saw the two of you out the window heading for the barn so we came to see what you were up to . . . and very illuminating it was, too.’
‘You were both very passionate,’ Fred added.
‘And you want me to know about this, why?’ Hermione asked.
‘This is where the entertainment bit comes in,’ George confided happily.
Hermione looked at them both for a moment. ‘Go on then, I’ll bite. What entertainment?’
Fred chuckled. ‘You, me and George of course, Hermione. My brother and I want what Percy’s getting.’
Hermione stared at them in shock. ‘You want me to have sex with you?’
‘Of course we do,’ George said, as if it was obvious. ‘You let us fuck you and we won’t tell your other halves what you and Percy were getting up to in here this morning.’
They moved closer to Hermione.
‘You know, the two of us could give you double the pleasure you got from Perce,’ Fred said. He leant in as if to whisper in her ear. ‘Just imagine us both fucking you at the same time, Hermione. Bet they’d hear you coming in the village.’
‘Yeah, right, but that’s not going to happen.’
‘Are you sure about that?’ Fred asked.
‘It’s certainly going to make for an interesting Christmas Day dinner table conversation,’ George added wickedly. ‘Be sensible about this, Hermione.’
‘Let’s face it, we know you like getting fucked,’ Fred said, ‘and you’re certainly adventurous enough. So is it really going to be so hard to play with two gorgeous guys like us?’
‘Well, you know, to be honest, one gorgeous guy and Fred,’ George said, smirking.
‘It doesn’t matter how gorgeous you are or not,’ Hermione said coldly. ‘I’m not interested in having sex with you, especially not if you’re trying to blackmail me.’
‘And yet you let Percy fuck you,’ George said, sounding confused. ‘He’s not gorgeous. What’s he got that we haven’t?’
‘That’s for me to know,’ Hermione said with a wicked grin. She thought about Percy’s piercings and his tattoos. She was sure he hadn’t shared those with any of his family. She had noticed that even the tongue stud was hidden beneath a concealment charm.
‘I can’t believe you’re turning us down,’ Fred said.
Hermione looked at him in surprise. ‘Why not? Surely you didn’t honestly think your plan to blackmail me would work, did you?’
‘Are you really willing to ruin everyone’s Christmas dinner because of your selfishness?’ Fred asked.
Hermione snorted. ‘My selfishness? How am I being selfish? You’re the ones threatening to ruin everyone’s Christmas by revealing something you shouldn’t even know anything about in the first place.
‘As it happens, Ron and I are no longer a couple, so actually I don’t really care what you say as it won’t have any effect on me . . . or him. You might want to discuss it with Percy first, though, as it will be his relationship that you’ll be casting aspersions on; although to be honest I’m not sure anyone would believe you, anyway.
‘Percy and Penny have been pretty inseparable for years now and seem to have a nice solid relationship. No one but you two knows that Percy and I have even talked to each other, let alone done anything else. So nice try, boys, but no banana, I’m afraid.
‘Now, if you’ve finished with your blackmail I’m going to go for my walk. I suggest you go and find Ginny and play some Quidditch to take your mind off things and get rid of any frustration you might be feeling.’
She was a little surprised that the twins didn’t say anything else, nor did they try to stop her from leaving. Hermione’s heart was hammering as she left the barn and walked rapidly down to the gate, taking the road to the village. Surely they wouldn’t say anything, would they?
The twins were opportunists, they always had been, but the fact they had given up in their blackmail attempt so rapidly showed that they hadn’t really expected her to give in; it was just wishful thinking on their part.
As she walked, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she had said yes to the twins. She had no doubt that Fred and George would be able to give her a considerable amount of satisfaction but if she was honest, she had never seen the two jokers as anything other than annoying big brothers and that wasn’t likely to change any time soon.
She had initially been attracted to Percy because he was, as Ginny had pointed out, the same as she – hard working, diligent and not inclined towards slacking and mucking around. They had always got on well enough at school and every time she had visited the Burrow while he still lived there, and that sort of commitment to work was something she found attractive – although admittedly not enough to attempt to wrest him away from the cloying Penny, as she had always thought them the unbreakable couple.
But the significant changes Percy had undergone since moving into his own flat had been enough to take her beyond merely fancying him and into desiring him; so much so that she had eventually ignored her usual good sense and with inhibitions lowered by alcohol had allowed him to lure her into his bed and everything that went with that, even though she knew that what they were doing was completely wrong while both of them were still in other relationships.
Discovering he was a far more passionate man than she had ever given him credit for, Hermione had allowed him to take control and lead her into doing things that once upon a time she would never have imagined doing, although to be fair, that might have been only because Ron wasn’t the most inspirational lover ever and certainly had none of Percy’s flair.
The seemingly staid and priggish man had a dark and enticing side to him that was impossible not to love, for Hermione at least, as had been shown last night. Even though she had been upset about Penny and annoyed with Percy for his treatment of her, Hermione had crumbled as soon as Percy kissed her, taking at face value his assertion that he was in love with her, too.
She truly hoped that was the case as she was completely crazy about him. She wasn’t sure how she would cope if it turned out that he had fooled her twice and was still going to continue his relationship with Penny despite everything he had told her and that they had done together.
Hermione reached the village where everything was, as she had expected, locked up and silent. Even the old church appeared to be deserted and she couldn’t work out whether it was too early or too late for the service. Not that she would attend, anyway. She had never been religious, even before discovering she was a witch.
She shivered, feeling the cold now, and rubbed her gloved hands together in an attempt to warm up, then turned round to head back the way she came. Hopefully, once she got back to the Burrow she would be able to have another cup of tea to warm her up. She regretted not having had anything to eat as her stomach was rumbling, even though she knew she would be stuffed from the massive lunch Mrs Weasley was already preparing.
As she reached the garden she could hear the sounds of shouting in the distance. Ginny had obviously managed to rouse the rest of the family and get them out into the field. But Hermione felt it was too cold to stand around watching the Quidditch and she didn’t play the game, so instead she decided to go and offer her services to Mrs Weasley. She just hoped that Penny wasn’t going to be there, too, otherwise it could be rather difficult.
Unfortunately for Hermione, although she was initially alone in helping Mrs Weasley with preparing the vegetables, Penny soon joined her, as did Percy, neither of them keen on joining the others for Quidditch, and the atmosphere in the kitchen soon became rather uncomfortable.
Hermione wanted to leave, not happy about being stuck with the ever-twittering Penny, but with so many mouths to feed there was plenty of preparation work that still needed to be done and she felt too guilty to leave after she had offered to help. Instead, she sat quietly, trying not to look at the couple on the other side of the table as she scored crosses into the base of the sprouts she had just finished peeling.
The door opened and the Quidditch players entered the kitchen, bringing a stream of cold air with them. Hermione shivered.
‘Ah, look at the happy family,’ Fred said, stopping in the kitchen rather than following the rest of the tribe out into the hall.
‘Yes, indeed. You’re a lucky boy, Percy, having these two lovely ladies fawning all over you. I just don’t know how you do it, mate,’ George added with a wink.
Hermione glared at the twins. Although Percy had no idea that Fred and George knew about his tryst with her, he looked as uncomfortable at their comments as she felt.
‘Percy’s a wonderful man,’ Penny simpered. ‘I’m surprised there aren’t more people who fancy him, although obviously I’m glad there aren’t.’
Fred and George sniggered, although they both looked a little disgusted at the idea of Percy being considered fanciable.
‘Oh, yes, I’m sure everyone’s just dying to get Percy into bed, aren’t they, Hermione?’ Fred said, giving her a sly smile as he spoke.
‘If you’ve got nothing better to do than poking fun at people perhaps you could grab a knife and peel some potatoes,’ Hermione suggested tartly.
‘I don’t think so. We wouldn’t want to get in the way of Percy and his harem,’ George said. ‘Anyway, we’ve got better things to do.’
‘Away from the kitchen, I hope,’ Hermione retorted.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione, do we make you feel uncomfortable?’ Fred asked.
‘Did we strike a chord with our astute observations?’ George added.
‘There’s just no point in you hanging around the kitchen if you’re not going to help,’ Hermione said waspishly. ‘So either grab a knife or bugger off and annoy someone else.’
Fred and George glanced at each other for a moment, then with a grin, they both pulled out chairs and sat down at the table.
‘You’ve convinced us, Hermione,’ Fred said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as she stared at them in dismay. ‘I can’t think of anywhere I’d more like to be at the moment, can you, George?’
‘Absolutely not,’ his twin agreed with a wicked smile as he picked up a knife and began to peel a potato.
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