AN: This fic was originally written for FWHG Last Drabble Writer Standing. The prompt was Boo! (halloween themed, someone has to be scared). Unfortunately I missed the Halloween bit, but I made it through anyway : p

Nothing To Be Afraid Of

"You can do it!" Hermione shouted encouragingly, resisting the urge to rush in and help as she watched.

"Do you really think he can?" Fred asked with a note of trepidation.

"Of course! His parents are some of the bravest wizards ever known."

Fred snickered. "You speak very highly of yourself, love."

Hermione smiled. "I was talking about both of us, though now that I think about it, I'm certain his fear comes from you."

"From me? Preposterous."

"And when have I ever been afraid?" she challenged.

"Oh, I can think of one time." He smirked, brushing fingers over her cheek. "A devilishly handsome red-headed bloke asked you out and you were afraid of what people would say. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," she admitted grudgingly.

"Whatever happened with that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You told me to just let go of my fear and trust my heart."

"Hmm. How'd that 'letting go' work out for you?"

"Pretty well I suppose." She smiled and placed a quick kiss on his chin. "But beyond that you've got nothing. It's not like I run around screaming all the time. In fact, I do believe I helped fight Voldemort in my first year while you were busy pilfering from Filch."

"Aww, love. Pilfering makes it sound so..."

"Illegal? Immoral?"

He turned to embrace her. "I'm beginning to think you don't approve."

"You're finally catching on," she teased, threading her fingers into his hair. "Marrying you went completely against my moral standards."

Fred's head tilted, his lips barely brushing hers as he spoke. "Is that right?"

"Yeah," she answered breathily, lifting to close the minute gap between them.

Their lips moved slowly at first, quickly building in pace and passion with practiced ease. Fred teeth grazed over her lower lip, and when his tongue slid across to ease the sensitive flesh, Hermione eagerly welcomed him into her mouth. Her fists gripped his shirt tightly, holding him close as his hands roamed to rub her back, grip her sides and slowly drift-


They both jumped apart, forcibly reminded of how their little tête-à-tête had started.

"Just come down!" Hermione called.

"I can't!"

"I'll get him," Fred sighed.

"No." Hermione reached out a hand to stop him. "He has to do this himself."

"If you say so. I still say it's your fault he's afraid of the slide."

"And I blame it on a fear of heights, no doubt brought on by broom rides as an infant."

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about those."

Hermione smiled and turned back to watch their son squirm at the top of the slide, gripping the sides desperately. She hated to see him in such a frightened state, but knew that feeding into the fear by helping him would only make it worse in the future. Instead she had to have faith in their son's ability to overcome whatever came him way.

If he was anything like her, he'd soon learn that all he had to do was have a little faith and let go.

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