Title: Just Sex (1/1)
Author: granger2malfoy
Pairing: Fred/Hermione, mention of Adrian/Hermione
Rating: R for adult language and topics
Disclaimer: Not mine and not betad.
A/N: This is dedicated to swedengirl25, who was a dear to give me the addresses for a few people and requested Fred/Hermione. Sorry, hun, I know this was probably not what you had in mind. But the muse is being difficult at the moment.
Just Sex
Slowly the Firewhiskey poured from the container into the small glass that Fred held loosely in his hands. The glass bottle was about one third full and he still did not feel any better. He closed his eyes tightly as he threw the drink to the back of his throat quickly and grasped the empty shot glass in his right hand. Yes, he was drinking to get rid of his problems and yes, he knew that it wouldn't work but it was sure as hell going to try. He had to forget, forget her, forget her luscious curves, forget the moans he had learned to draw out of her over the past two months, and he had to forget that she was now on a date with Adrian Pucey.
Hermione. Hermione was currently on a DATE with bloody Adrian Fucking Pucey. His Hermione was on a date with a Slytherin. Shite!
Okay, if he was truthful with himself, she was NOT officially his. But they had shared one bed countless times since April. True, it had started with her allowing him to stay at her flat since he was too drunk from the party she threw for Pansy and Ron's engagement. True, when he had slipped into her bed, they had agreed that it was just sex. Just sex that had turn into mutually agreeing to be each other's sex-buddies. Fantastic sex-buddies for the past eight week minus kisses. Just sex.
No kissing was her rule, even though he wanted to she would never allow it. He had not understood that till his sister told him the reason behind that rule a few hours ago. Ginny told him that Hermione had crushing on him since New Year's Eve when he had kissed her at the stroke of midnight while at a friend's party. His little sister did not hold back as she yelled at him for taking advantage of her best friend and the reason why Hermione did not want a kiss because she knew he was not doing because of love. It had been sex and that was the cold, hard truth.
Yet somewhere along the way he had fallen for her. Of course, it could've been when Ginny smacked him on the back of the head before calling him a few choice words. Okay, maybe he did fall for the know-it-all but it wasn't his fault that she agreed to without contract sex. When he arrived at her flat and about to ask for some answers from her, Hermione was dressed up and told him that the sex was ending as of that moment. She was going out with someone else and that she knew he would understand since it had just been sex.
Just sex. If it was just sex, why did it hurt him so much to think of her in another bloke's arms? Why didn't the painful look in her eyes every morning after they had slept together register something in his thick skull at the time it happened? He was so stupid and now he was paying for it.
Fred threw the glass against the fireplace in the corner as he let out all his anger that he had within him. He was angry at the world, the time he had wasted, bloody Pucey, and most especially himself. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do to make it right to her, himself, or his one chance of happily-ever-after. Shite! Just sex had really fucked him over and good.
The End