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"Oh yes, what could your brother possibly want to spend time with a pretty girl for?" Hermione asked sarcastically before grinning and heading up the stairs.
..."Can I show you some more examples upstairs?"
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Fred and George had a wonderfully comfortable couch. Very soft upholstery in a purple more deep and blue-toned than the brightly artificial hues around the shop. Just the right number of throw pillows. Oversized to fit tall men or their multiple friends. Armrest covered with extra padding to make it feel exceptionally nice on the back of your head while you lay across the sofa with an equally exceptional wizard bracing himself above you.
Hermione really needed to stop thinking about furniture.
Her brain presumably focused on the mundane because it was struggling to reconcile reality to her current situation. A very nice situation involving Fred Weasley holding the majority of his weight on his arms and knees while he snogged her far better and more thoroughly than she had been in a long time. Then he did a thing with his tongue that effectively shut her brain off altogether.
“Hermione,” he breathed as he moved his mouth to a soft space beneath her ear, drawing a noise from her throat she couldn’t bring herself to stifle. His voice was deeper than usual. Rougher. Her eyelids fluttered at the sound of her name.
Fred mouthed his way down the side of her neck while Hermione’s hands traced the muscles on his back, built up from years of Quidditch and accentuated by their current mission to not squash her entirely beneath his weight. She threw her head back to allow him easier access and encourage his talented lips to continue.
“Shit...Fred,” she groaned as he sucked against her collarbone, surely marking her and she just as surely not caring. Then she felt his lips leave her skin and she opened his eyes, meeting his own sparkling above a wicked grin.
“Could Ms. Granger, prefect extraordinaire, secretly have a mouth on her?” She glared at his teasing.
“I had one on me just a minute ago. What happened?” she shot back facetiously.
“Touche. I would certainly hate to disappoint. I’d only wanted to express my admiration.” His toothy smile caused tightening in her abdomen. “Hearing you talk like that was just…” He inhaled sharply and waggled his eyebrows at her. She bit her lip at his compliment, but her eyes glinted with mischief.
“Is that so?” she whispered, smirking. “Well, fuck Fred, all you had to do was say so.”
“Oh gods, woman,” Fred moaned and dropped his mouth back to hers, swallowing any further discussion on the topic.
Hermione slid one hand up the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. He nipped at her lip with his teeth, surprising her and causing her to grip his hair more tightly. He gave a ragged breath and she experimented, tugging the strands harder. He responded positively, his hands moving down to the hem of her shirt, fingers slipping beneath her blouse to feel the soft skin of her stomach.
“Okay?” he mumbled against her mouth.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned. His hands moved more quickly then, reaching the cups of her bra and pulling them down to expose her breasts. With one hand he pushed her shirt up out of his way. The other thumbed over her tightening nipple shooting sensations straight to Hermione’s core. Fred was already kneeling between her legs, but was keeping his torso up and away from her. As he lowered his lips to gently suckle her opposite breast, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, searching for friction. He grazed his teeth over her breast.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” Her hum sounded whinier than she would have liked, but if it made him flick the tip of his tongue repeatedly against her hardened nipple like that, she didn’t care.
She felt his response to her against her leg. She nudged his arousal gently, brushing it through his layers of clothing and drawing the most deliciously hungry sound from the usually verbose twin. He moved to align with her clothed center, rubbing himself against her seeking relief and providing her with some of her own. She had never been so appreciative of a thick denim seam before, hitting her in just the right spot. When she tightened her legs around him again, bringing them even closer together, he lowered his face into the crook of her neck.
“Merlin, Hermione. You feel so fucking good.” His moaned words vibrated against her skin. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she wanted to touch him everywhere. He was still tugging one of her nipples between his fingers and every tug caused another ragged breath to escape her lips. She ran her fingernails down his back, under his shirt. She didn’t remember moving it.
They writhed against each other like teenagers, neither feeling the need to go further so soon after changing the dynamic of their friendship, but also not stopping the progressing sensations.
“Please don’t stop,” Hermione pleaded, holding him tightly in place, ankles crossed behind his back.
“Never,” he whispered, kissing her again. The kiss was more gentle than their fierce rutting, and Hermione knew he was expressing something beyond hormones and arousal. Her chest tightened at the thought as she tried to send her feelings back without words.
Fred’s breath hitched and he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Hermione, I’m…”
“Me too,” she gasped. “Just. Don’t. Stop.” She repeated the words through gritted teeth, holding him more tightly than he would have thought possible based on her small stature.
“Fred!” she cried as her legs gripped his body in her release. The beautiful brokenness of her voice sent him over the edge himself.
“Oh gods, yes,” he hissed. “Hermione…” he groaned as he felt himself pulsing against the tightness of his trousers. He hadn’t come in his pants since Hogwarts, but he found he couldn’t care less as they caught their breath and relaxed into each other on the sofa cushions. He did lift his forehead to touch hers for a moment and briefly kissed her lips before sliding his body between hers and the back of the couch. He snuck an arm under her head and cast a quick cleaning spell over them with his wand in the other before setting the wand down on the table next to them. Hermione nestled herself against him, her back to his front, and pulled his free arm over her waist.
“That was a good demonstration, Fred,” she said in a low voice. “But you know I always like to experiment and double-check my results.”
He chuckled into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Love, I will show you as many times as you’d like.”