Rated M... even though I'm only fifteen. Hope you like it. R&R!
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, therefore I do not own Harry Potter or profit from this. Because if I did, I would be rich and my ideas would be published.
He lifted her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his hips in response. Her dress was inching up ever so inconspicuously, unnoticed. His hand wandered along her side, hiking her dress up even further. Between kisses, Katie undid his shirt, button by button, and somehow, his pants were gone, too, leaving him in just a pair of red plaid boxers. Soon, the dress was off, too. His hand ran the length of her body, his thumb grazing her breast and bare stomach. It stopped on her thigh and he lifted her onto the bed that had magically appeared. In minutes, her bra was unclasped and both their undergarments lay discarded on the floor. He drunk in the sight of her before she desperately pulled him down on top of her again. "Don't seem too eager, Love." Fred whispered, his breathing heavy. "Come on," Katie barely moaned out. He continued his taunting by slowly inserting himself into her. It was torture for her, as her knew it would be. She was so full of need and passion and lust, and he wouldn't satiate her hunger. "Fred!" She yelled in a hoarse voice. "Oh, all right." He replied with a smirk, but he also submitted for his own need. "Fred…" She moaned again, this time instead out of pleasure, in response to his quickened pace. Afterwards, the two lay facing each other, drenched in the other's sweat. Fred whispered, "I love you, Katie Bell" in her ear as he cradled her.