Fred held Hermione in his lap, winding her soft curls around his finger, and kissing her neck every so often. Hermione giggled and tried to concentrate on reading her Charms book and finishing her Potions essay. Hermione had bent the prefect rules, and let Fred sneak back in the castle when everyone was in Hogsmead.
"Fred!" She giggled after he started kissing up to her cheek, leaving a wet trail. "Stop that! You're drooling on me like a dog!" She said through a fit of giggles.
"Sorry dearest." Fred said, smirking and continuing to kiss her neck. Hermione shut the book loudly, and threw down her quill.
"I give up." She huffed. Fred looked up from her neck.
"Good, so now you can kiss me." He said, she laughed before leaning down and giving Fred a peck on the lips.
"I have to go take a bath, sorry, no time for kissing." Hermione got up off of his lap and started walking towards the portrait hole. Hermione now had the privileges of using the prefect's bathroom.
"Where are you going, the bath house is that way." Fred said pointing to the door that was labeled 'bath house'.
"I can use the prefect's bathroom, for your information." Hermione said, Fred got up and met Hermione.
"Can I come? Just to see what the hyped up, all mighty, prefect's bathroom looks like?" Fred said with pleading eyes.
"Fred. . . I've already broken enough rules for you, don't you think?" Hermione said, considering letting Fred come with her.
"Pleaseeeeeee, I just want to see what it looks like." Hermione gave in.
"Fine. Follow me." She said walking out the portrait hall. The castle was deserted, most people were in Hogsmead, and it was nearly midnight. There was a very slight chance of her getting caught.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks before turning around and facing Fred. "By the way, I'm pretty sure the prefect's bathroom isn't all you want to see." A devious smirk played on her lips and Fred was shocked. She never acted like, like this. Even though Fred loved the honest, sweet Hermione, he likes this side of her too.
They came to the entrance to the prefect's bathroom, and Hermione casted the simple spell only prefects were supposed to know to get in. Fred was actually amazed at the bathroom, the tub was the size of a swimming pool, and there were at least a dozen different faucets with a different soap label on each.
"This is pretty amazing." Fred said still looking around the room, but when he turned to Hermione, she had already started undressing.
"Oh, um, do you want me to leave?" He asked a blush had crept up his neck and to his ears.
"You don't have to. . ." Hermione said in a tone that he'd never heard on her before. She walked up to Fred, only in short shorts and a tank top. Who knew she wore that under her robes Fred thought.
What the hell am I doing? Hermione thought as she approached Fred, who looked shocked. She hated when he made her jump out of her own skin because of his lingering kisses. She hated being out of control with him. So now it was her turn to get him back. She placed her hand on his shoulder and slowly slid it down his arm and almost to his butt. She felt him shiver. Perfect. She thought. He really looks uncomfortable. . . Should I stop? She pondered. Nope.
Hermione smirked at him. "Well come on." She said tugging at the end of his shirt before pulling it over his head. His muscles were toned, most likely from all that quidditch playing.
"Bloody hell Hermione." Fred said as she started to un-do his belt. She snickered and pulled the belt through the loops. She kept her act up on the outside but on the inside. . . This plan came from nowhere. I'm not ready to shag him yet. . . Oh no. She knew exactly what Fred wanted.
"Take off your pants, but keep your boxers on, there's got to be some mystery in a relationship." She winked at him and then turned around. Fred was completely shocked, but he quickly stripped down into his boxers. He wasn't ready to shag Hermione. If he was going to it was going to be romantic. Not like this.
Hermione kept her tank top and shorts on as she got into the bubbly water. Fred followed close behind.
He sat on the ledge that was in the tub, he was submerged up to his collarbone in the water, as Hermione was up to her shoulders. She walked over to him and sat right smack in the middle of his lap. Goddamnit. Hermione wound her fingers in his flaming red hair and started to kiss him. Harder than she'd ever kissed him in her life. Fred instinctively grabbed her butt, and she started to kiss him more passionately, if that was even possible.
"Her-mion-e" Fred started, Hermione didn't stop. But he knew if they didn't stop now, he would lose control with her. He hated losing control.
"Yes, Freddie?" She asked, now straddling him, She intertwined their legs and he knew he was doomed. Just what she wanted.
"Oh forget it." He said, he grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her just as passionately as she was kissing her. This was war.
Hermione was shocked for a moment before sliding her hands down his back and groping his butt. He let a low moan escape. Hermione took that as a sign she was winning.
He suddenly grabbed her shorts, and pulled them off of her, leaving her in just underwear. Hermione was furious. She stuck two fingers in the hem of his boxers, sliding them around the waistband until they were in front. She tugged at the elastic.
"Don't you dare." Fred said, their lips still thrashing wildly against each others. Hermione let her fingers wander another inch down. "Hermione." He said again. He had caught on to her little game.
She pulled his boxers off. Astonished at what she'd done, she blushed rapidly. She didn't mean to go that far. But he made her. He made her lose control. That infuriated her even more. Fred was also furious; he slipped her tee shirt off, now she was just in her underwear and bra, while he was naked. How the hell did this happen. He thought.
They slowed down on the clothing removal, but continued to kiss passionately, Fred wanted so much to take her clothes off also, but he cared for her too much. Earlier, he was just fooling around, wanting a kiss, but now they were going to end up shagging.
That was it. She planned this. He slipped her underwear off. He felt her surprise in the kiss, and it soon faded. Now she did something that surprised him. She removed the rest of her clothing, and Fred's surprise was very visible in the kiss. That was it. Fred grabbed her roughly, and pulled her under the water. Where they were both astonished at what happened.