A/N This is my first FanFiction that i've posted :) Be nice when reviewing pleeeeease :) I'll give you cookies for every review ('cause i'm nice that way ^_^ ) This is probably just a drabble (almost wrote Drapple then XD) so dont' expect too much... Although... A sequel is tempting. When they get up to all sorts of NAUGHT things ;)

DISCLAIMER: If i owned, i would NOT be on Fanfic. And Fred wouldn't be dead :'(

Fred stood next to Hermione, breathing in her light floral perfume. She was sitting on a tall bar stool, her brows furrowed and scribbling furiously. He reached out a hand to trace a line down her delicate neck when suddenly she spun around, her eyes shining. Quickly, Fred dropped his hand.

"I've done it!" she said excitedly, her hair, tamed to sleek curls bouncing. "I've finally managed to prove that Gwamp's law can be broken!"

Impulsively, probably because Fred was intoxicated with her dewy skin, hazel eyes and rosy lips, he pulled her into a hug.

"Fred..." she started saying, but he just lifted her lips to his. "This..."

"Shh..." he said, kissing her softly again.

Slowly, she started to respond to his kiss. She opened her mouth almost questioningly, and Fred took advantage of that to slip his tongue into her mouth. Hermione gasped, and the cool breath on his lips drove Fred wild. He knew they were alone in the burrow: George was on a date with Angelina, Harry and Ron were at Diagon Alley, shopping for god knows what, and his mum and dad were having a week off parenting – they had gone to see their friends in France. So Fred did what any hot blooded male with a gorgeous female willing to kiss him did: he plunged onto her lips greedily, and they spent what felt like hours savouring the taste of each other's lips. Fred soon slipped his hands under her casual woollen jumper and pulled her tightly to him. She wrapped her legs around his lithe hips and, not breaking the kiss, Fred started to move up the stairs. They had to break the lip lock when Fred tripped on one of the un-even stair that formed the burrow. Laughing, Hermione slipped down off Fred, and felt a hard lump under his trousers. Was he? She blushed. He took her hand and led her to her room.

"Are you sure you want to go kissing your best mate's brother now?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face, but a completely serious look in his eyes.

Hermione leaned forward, her heart in her mouth. She'd only ever kissed Bert, her childhood crush. What if she had bad breath? What is Fred was just messing with her. As soon as their lips touched again, all Hermione's doubts and worries faded away. All that was left was the completely natural feeling of Fred lips against hers. He reached for her slim waist and pulled her nearer. With an small 'Oof' she fell on his chest, her small but firm breasts pressing against his chest. Suddenly, she was very much aware of how close she and Fred were. There was a ball in her throat and Hermione felt the only thing that could make it go away was another kiss from Fred. He pulled her mouth to his and suddenly everything felt right. She felt his hand under her shirt and shivered with longing. His hands were soon exploring every inch of her body under her shirt, and slowly getting closer to her bra. Hermione pressed closer to Fred, wanting him to touch her, everywhere. She felt Fred smile, and he obediently fingered the fabric of her bra.

"Fred... " said Hermione.

"Are you having second thoughts? Because it's perfectly alrigh-"

"No!" she said, sitting up on his chest. He could feel the dampness under her skirt very well and he widened his eyes. Surely she wasn't going to -

"I need you," she said, gauging his reaction. "to take off my jumper. And my shirt. And my bra." Inside-Hermione was shocked at how brazen she was being, but outside-Hermione enjoyed the look of pleasure on Fred's face.

"Well, I always thought I was good enough to help damsels in distress," said Fred jokingly. He slowly unzipped the jumper and pulled it off her shoulders. Then he slowly, luxuriantly unbuttoned her prim white shirt. When his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, Hermione moaned, a throaty sound that made Fred even more aroused then he already was. When her shirt was fully unbuttoned, Fred slid that off her shoulders too, leaving her exposed to Fred greedy eyes. They slid over her, leaving Hermione blushing and slightly aroused. She rubbed her legs together, feeding the ache in-between them. Slowly, Fred reached around her back to the bra catch. When he (finally) unhooked it, Hermione gave a small and un-voluntary gasp. She caught the straps on her shoulders and held them there.

"Fred..." she said hesitantly. "I've never done this before. I'm... I'm scared." she admitted.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He said, smiling tenderly at her.

And with those words, Hermione gave a small tug and let the bra slide down to rest in her lap.

Fred slowly reached his lips towards hers. With a small shiver, Hermione leaned forward and kissed him passionately. She ramped towards him, and sat on his lap feeding his already hard erection. There were no doubts on what Fred was feeling at that particular moment! Fred started fingering patterns on her skin, random lines that slowly went up and up and up. After a few minutes, they were tracing the slight indent her bra had made, and going around, closer to her breasts. They had stopped kissing, and all that was heard was Hermione's panting. Gently, Fred lowered her onto the bed and started tracing circles first around, the closer and closer to Hermione's breast. First they circled around the small mound and at the first touch, Hermione gave a small gasp of pleasure. Fred started making smaller and smaller circles, getting closer and closer to Hermione's flushed nipple. As he did so, he feathered light kisses all over her neck and face. When she felt she was close to breaking point, he just lightly flicked her blood engorged nipple. She let out an adorable moan of pleasure which Fred revelled in. He lowered his mouth on the other breast, and while still tracing small circles on the first breast, he sucked gently on it. When she started pressing her chest against his face he tenderly took the nipple in-between his teeth and lightly pulled on it. As she groaned and moaned, Fred got more and more out going. He pulled on it and bit it and gave her a love bite on the side of her beautiful breasts. She yanked his head up and fiercely, quite unlike the Hermione he knew, kissed him, biting and sucking on his bottom lip. Fred and Hermione were quite carried away, when, suddenly, they heard the front door open and Molly call:

"Fred? Hermione? Where are you?"

"Just right here Mum, be right down!" said Fred calmly, pushing Hermione's hair out of her face. "We should... get together again soon." said Fred, smiling.

"Yes," agreed Hermione, hurriedly putting her shirt back on and blushing furiously at all the things she did. "But I want to... go further maybe?" she said hurridly, zipping up her jumper.

"Why of course... But when?" asked Fred, his cheeky grin stronger then ever.

Hermione just shrugged and kissed him again, tenderly, on the lips. Then she waltzed out to the bathroom, to fix her hair.