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It was that time of year again where it was still warm, a lingering effect of the unnaturally hot summer that had faced the small island they lived upon, but their nights were colder because it was autumn now and winter was just around the corner.
Most people disliked the unpredictable nature of the weather that autumn brought but Fred Weasley was not one of these people, in fact he simply loved it.
During the day when it was warm, his wife’s clothes allowed him to appreciate her beautiful changing body, his beloved was pregnant with their first child. Her summer dresses gave him easy access when her hormones became too much, like earlier that afternoon when he’d made love to her under the apple tree in their garden.
Then at night-time when it was colder he appreciated it just as much because Hermione who detested sleeping in clothes would get cold, and curl up against him for warmth, his hand spread protectively across her expanding stomach as her head rested above his heart.
Autumn had always been Fred’s favourite time of year but this autumn in particular was shaping up to be the best one of all.
The End