A/N: First off I'd just like to say welcome back my Hermione's Boggart readers. This is first installment in the promised one-shots of the missing moments between HB and it's sequel. I'm warning you now that the one-shots won't be in chronological order. I wanted do that at first but realized it'd be to difficult to try and write them all in order. So I'm just going to post them as they come. This one takes place in the summer before their fifth year at Hogwarts. After rescuing Sirius, Hermione's relationship with both marauders grow. They look to her as if she was a little sister or daughter they need to protect. Sirius took on this mantle quite strongly. This stories all about Hermione and Fred getting a little alone time.

Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot.

FRED GETS HIS WISH

Fred and Hermione sat tucked away in library at Grimmauld Place. They'd been trying for days to get some time a lone together. First it had been George demanding Fred's help with their inventions. Then Harry showed up, then it was Ron pouting over summer homework. Now though, as they sat in the blissful silence of the library did they breath a sigh of relief. Hermione on her part was feeling a little nervous, the last time they had been alone was when Fred had yanked her into the pantry and snogged her up against the door. The kiss had been heady and Hermione had trouble concentrating for the rest of the night.

At the beginning of the summer they had discussed furthering their relationship and Hermione had tentatively agreed. She trusted Fred completely, but a part of her was nervous about what was to come. Fred had called it a slow progression and that he wanted to do some 'petting'. Sure he'd grabbed her bum a few times whether they were kissing or not, and she had even rubbed her hands along his thighs when they kissed. That apparently was 'light petting.' and that was as far as they had gone during her fourth year at Hogwarts. Now Fred had declared that he wanted to touch her breasts. Apparently most of the boys his age had already got to feel one up and according to him she had such a lovely pair that were just begging to be squeezed. The comment had made her blush and it had taken Fred from Easter break of her fourth year until the beginning of the summer to convince her to let him touch her breasts.

So with that thought firmly lodged in her brain she sat across from Fred and played with the hem of her robe. "Come now Princess. You're not nervous are you?" Fred teased her and her head shot up to scowl at the boy.

"Shut it Fred you're not the one about to be, to be fondled!" She exclaimed and chucked a throw pillow at the boys head.

Fred laughed gaily as the pillow flew passed his head, missing by a foot, "What was that pet?"

Hermione pouted slightly as she spoke, "The bloody wind took it!"

"Oh! Of course the wind! I must be dead not to feel the gale force winds blowing about the books in the library. I'm terribly sorry for the oversight, I just thought you had lousy aim darling." Fred laughed and fell backwards as Hermione growled. His laughter soon doubled as the girl pounced on him, poking her nimble fingers into his ticklish spots. He didn't mind much as he rather liked her fingers and the many fantasies those digits had inspired during the lonely nights.

"Princess, Darlling, Wait! I can't breath, you're too heavy!" Fred called from underneath her and laughed as Hermione yelped and jumped off his lap.

"Fred Weasley! Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?" She growled and stopped her foot. "Just cause I'm a little bit bigger than those skinny little twigs that run around the castle it does-" Her rant was cut off as Fred smacked a hand over her mouth.

"Of course not princess. Besides I rather like that you're a little bigger than those 'twigs', means you've got more curvy bits for me to enjoy." To prove his point, he snaked his arms around the girl in front of him and yanked her back into his lap. Using his hands he made her legs straddle his own, lingering far longer than necessary as he did so. He danced his fingers up her thighs and let his hands settle on her hips with a soft squeeze. "All the blokes in my dorm are bloody jealous of the fact that I get to hold these while I kiss you." He leaned up and placed a soft kiss to her lips as he squeezed her hips again. As he moved his head back his hands moved to her arse and he squeezed it a little harder than necessary making the girl yelp. "And nearly every bloke I know has got his eyes trained on this while you walk around with you little skirt swishing back and forth. Ever since that bloody ball anyways." His hands left her bum and traveled up her back slowly making Hermione sigh in pleasure.

Hermione smiled down at her boyfriend. He had a cheeky smile on his face as he ran his hands from her shoulders back down to her bum. "Really Fred? Is that why all your dormmates were dyed blue that day at breakfast?"

Fred gave her a sheepish grin but scowled down in thought as he spoke, "Bloody bastards kept talking about how they'd love to get their hands one you 'Sweet little arse' their words and secretly mine. Since they weren't actually being a bunch of pervs just talking about who had the best arses in the school I couldn't do much. What was I suppose to do? Stand up and tell them that you haven't got the best arse I've ever seen? That'd be an insult to you princess and I'm not about to do that."

Hermione chuckled lowly and shook her head, "So who won?"

"Won what?" Fred asked looking a little confused.

"The contest for the best arse."

"Ah! That would be Angelina. But you got third place." Fred winked at her and pulled her closer pressing their chest together.

"Who got second?" She asked, her voice soft and filled with a lusty husk.

"Draco Malfoy." Hermione squawk of indignation was cut off as Fred crushed his lips against hers and soon any thoughts of losing to a boy of all things flew from her mind. She had learned quite quickly that Fred's kisses always made her mind go a little blank. When he kissed her she felt as if she had lost herself and was in Fred's power, he could make her do whatever he wanted and she wouldn't even argue. Though it seemed that fact went both ways if his dazed face after she'd kiss him was anything to go by. She reveled in the kisses Fred was placing on her lips, coaxing her mouth open with his own. She loved that two, Fred never came up and just shoved his tongue in her mouth, he was always so patient with her. But soon enough his tongue touch her lips and she opened her mouth just a little more and tapped her own tongue against his. She felt Fred's groan of approval vibrate through he whole body and it went straight to her lower part of her stomach. The warmth there grew steadily greater as their mouth began to move a little bit faster. Her hands laced into his hair and tugged it just a little. The surprised moan spurred Hermione on and she tugged a little harder. One of Fred's hands coiled into her hair and he tugged back, eliciting a moan from her mouth. Fred had discovered early on that it was one of her little kinks. He had then proceeded to use it against her at every opportunity that presented itself.

She became very aware of her body when Fred's hand began to slide up her stomach slowly, but she was a little confused when his breath grew shaky and his hand began to tremble just beneath her breast. The hand in her hair went slack and his kissing got a little sloppy. But soon enough the hand left her abdomen and hovered just over her breast, she could feel the warmth that was radiating off his skin. She kissed him and waited. And waited. And waited, until finally Fred yanked himself away and stuck his hands behind his back.

"What bloody hell?" She wondered out loud and stared down at Fred in confusion.

I. I ca-" Fred voice broke here and he let out a nervous laugh before clearing his throat. "I can't do it Princess."

"What? You can't touch my breast? You were the one who demanded the opportunity. You said loads of blokes your age touched their girls breasts all the time!" She growled down at him, she had spent weeks in a nervous frenzy and it was all for nothing!

Fred whimpered slightly and shied away from his girlfriend even more, "I'm sorry pet, I just got all worked up in my head about touching it. I just froze. I couldn't stop thinking about botching it up! I mean what if I touched your breast and did a terrible job and you decide you never want me touching you again! I'd have doomed myself to being physically frustrated for the rest of my life! I mean I'll be a hundred and twenty and still be living life a virgin! I can't handle that kind of pressure mione!" Fred whined into her shoulder and Hermione felt herself grow in more frustrated with this obviously delusional boy.

"For pity's sake Fred! I know you've never touched a breast before! I wouldn't expect it to be perfect the first time around you idiot." she snapped at him hoping to shake him from his self induced pity party. Her words had the opposite affect and he began to whine again.

"Mione you just don't understand the pressures of a teenage boy! You girls have it so bloody easy! I mean -" His sexist tirade was cut off as Hermione growled and yanked his hand from behind his back. She pulled it forward and shoved it against her breast. She watched his face morph from shocked to rather gleeful. She soon regretted her decision as he began to squeeze too hard.

"Merlin Fred that hurts!" She groaned softly and Fred immediately stopped his ministrations. A part of her was happy he'd kept his hand their though, she really didn't need to listen to him whine about how he was going to die a virgin again.

"I'm so sorry Princess!" Fred rushed out the words and it sounded rather garbled to her ears. She quickly began to calm him down before he could chicken out again.

"Fred, love, it's fine. Just don't squeeze so hard okay?" Fred nodded his head and gave her breast a tentative squeeze. She let out a happy sigh and soon they were kissing again and the pool of warmth was once again forming in her stomach. They were biting, nipping, licking and sucking, using their mouths in a sensual dance they had all but perfected over the year and half they had been together.

Fred's hands were had minds of their own as they ran across her body. They would be touching her breast and in her hair one moment and on her hip and arse the next. And as she allowed the slowly exploration of her body she denied the primal urge she felt to rock her hips against him, feeling that she wasn't near enough ready for that mentally.

As the drowned in each other neither person realized that the door to the library had been opened and they now had some very dumbfounded guests. At least until the heard glass shatter on the floor. They turned to see George, Sirius and Remus standing in the large doorway that lead into the library. George's face was screwed up between pride and disgust. Remus looked decidedly embarrassed while Sirius looked downright angry. Fred soon realized why. One of his hands was on Hermione's breast while the other had a firm grip on her arse. He looked to the girl on his lap and realized that she was six different shades of red.

"Uh.. It's not what it looks like?" Fred said, his voice a little nervous.

This statement finally broke Georges resolve and his whole body bent over with the force of his laugh. He guffawed loudly, his shoulders shaking as he pointed at his brother in mockery.

"So you're not sitting their on that couch, holding our sweet little Mione on your lap, probably against her will, and groping at her.. her.. lady bits!" Sirius exclaimed more stating it that questioning it in his anger. He turned to Remus for support but the man merely shook his head and pointedly ignored Sirius's eyes.

Hermione frowned and gracefully pulled herself up off Fred's lap. "First off Sirius, thank you for you concern over my wellbeing. It's nice to know you care." Sirius smiled brightly at the girl but his face soon grew somber as her eyes grew darker. "Second off I was voluntarily on Fred's lap, after all it's the best position for kissing!" All three men chocked at this, realizing that for her to figure that out and say it with such confidence meant she'd done 'research' for it. Sirius's face grew red. " Thirdly who I let touch my 'lady bits' isn't any of your concern. I'm going to be sixteen in only a couple of months and I've dated Fred for nearly two years. And I've known him even longer so I'd say I can trust him enough to let him touch my 'lady bits' as you so aptly named them! You might be a father figure to me Mr. Black but you are not my actual father, which means you get no say in this sort of thing. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

Hermione stood, arms crossed as she tapped her foot, waiting impatiently for Sirius' less that witty retort. She watched as he helplessly glanced at Remus and George. Both of whom wisely shook their heads, and refrained from commenting. "Well it's just I was Fred's age once and I know what pervy little boys like him are thinking with! And it's not the head on their shoulders, I'll tell you that much. I know your smart and I do trust you poppet. It's just I saw him corrupting you with my owns eyes. I'm sorry if that's a little bit unnerving!"

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the man, "No worries about him corrupting me Sirius. It'll probably be the other way around. He nearly had a nervous breakdown over botching up a breast for the first time. It's rather funny thinking back and hearing him whine about how he'd die a virgin because I'd never let him touch me again." The three men laughed loudly at the image presented in their heads, none louder than George. This would come back to haunt Fred for the rest of his life, it also helped that he'd already got to touch Angelina's breast last year. It didn't make a difference that he'd really only just grazed it slightly. He'd still touched it.

Fred yelped and shot off the couch, "No see here Hermione! I only got nervous because it's your breast that I was going to touch. It's because I didn't want to ruin something that was suppose to mark the beginning of the our blissful exploration into the unknown world of debauchery!"

At the word debauchery Sirius choked on the laugh in his throat and glared at Fred, "There will be absolutely NO debauchery in this house! Is that understood?" He questioned the young man in front of him. Fred merely nodded his head all the while mapping out the more unused areas of Grimmauld place in his head.

"You realize Padfoot that in order to set a good example that rule will apply to you as well?" Sirius paled slightly under the suggestion. Hermione had learned early on that Sirius had a lover that was a member of the order, though she had never actually found out who it was. She smirked at the man and nodded her head.

"Yes Sirius lead by example and all that rot. Now if you gentlemen will excuse us, and I use that term lightly might I add, Fred and I will be going up to the study and I expect that we won't be interrupted until it's time before dinner, or else I'll be very upset." She walked gracefully passed the men at the door, completely ignoring the fact that Sirius had apparently been bringing her favorite cookies to her for a snack, and took prim little steps up the stars. Fred soon rushed after her to catch up and the both walked up the steps.

Fred's last thought as he entered the study, before Hermione crushed her lips against his own was that he really had the best bird in the world.

A/N: Soooo what'd you think? To much? Not enough? I just started writing this thing and it swept me away I couldn't stop and I got four whole pages before I felt it was complete. Anyways I hope you enjoy and remember REVIEW!!!