I gathered Hermione's wild hair in my hand and held it loosely behind her head. She panted hard as she knelt in front of the toilet. I turned my head to the side as she retched again, emptying the remaining contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. My own stomach churned as she continued to heave violently though nothing more exited her mouth; she had nothing else to release. Her last heave died and she knelt panting again. With a warm, sympathetic smile, I grabbed her under the upper arm and helped her up as she tried to get to her feet. I guided her to sit on the side of the bath tub, grabbed a hand towel from the rack, and gently wiped her lips to sponge the sick that had dribbled onto her chin.
"Alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so," she answered. "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be. George and I've knelt at that very spot many times. It's me that should be sorry. I had no idea how much you'd had to drink."
She shook her head but grimaced immediately. I could see that the movement made her head swirl and her stomach growled angrily.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," I instructed. Her suitcase was set upon my chest of drawers in my room, just through the door adjoining, and it took only seconds to dig through her things and return to her.
"Here," I offered as I extended some night clothes and her toothbrush. "When you're finished, I'll be in the bedroom."
"Thanks," she said weakly.
When the bathroom door opened, I was already dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She leaned against the doorframe in a small pair of teal shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top. I turned down the powder blue blanket and white sheet of my Queen size bed and made my way over to her. I wasn't feeling very steady myself, but I still seemed in much better condition than her. It took assistance for her to get to the bed and she never looked so grateful as when she got there.
"Alright, sleep well. I'll be in the other room if you need anyth-"
"No," she interrupted. My confusion was apparent. "Don't go…"
I bit my lip nervously - an action that was rare for me and thankfully only made appearances when I was inebriated. Something just felt wrong about sharing the bed with her. "Hermione…"
"Please," she pleaded. "I don't want to be alone."
What could I say to that? She scooted to the other side of the bed, leaving an inviting spot for me and I found myself nodding and sliding beneath the sheets next to her.
"Goodnight, Hermione," I whispered. In no time at all, sleep fell over me.
It felt like only minutes later when I awoke on my back. My head spun and I felt woozy. I couldn't have been asleep for too long as I was still feeling the effect of my firewhiskeys. When I tried to turn onto my side, my efforts brought a new realization: I was pinned where I was. When my eyes cracked open, the room was dark, as I'd expected, but for the moonlight through my window which fell upon the woman slumbering in my bed with me. Hermione's head was pillowed by my bicep, her face snuggled against my chest. I felt her hand resting over my heart and one of her bare legs was entwined with mine. I smiled in amusement. This was certainly not what I'd expected the night to bring when I walked into the Leaky Cauldron. I tried to gently move her but she only snuggled closer.
"Mmm, Fred…" she hummed. I was stunned when I looked down at her. I'd thought, for certain, that she did not remember who she was snuggled against. I'd just assumed that she must have thought that I was Michael. A smile crept across my face again and I resigned to sleep as I was, affectionately placing a kiss on her forehead before closing my eyes.
She tilted her head up and her eyes found mine in the dark. My eyes went wide with surprise as her lips touched mine. I was frozen in shock. She was not deterred by my lack of response and kissed me again… and again, coaxing me to respond. And how could I not? My lips gently moved with hers. Her hand moved on my chest and for the first time I realized that it had not just been set upon my chest, but under my shirt, against my bare skin. Her fingers lightly played with the sparse hairs that she found there and I hummed softly. The sound excited her and her kiss became more demanding. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her face to mine, opening my mouth slightly. All movement stopped in anticipation and sensations roared through us as our tongues timidly touched. She moaned into my mouth and our tongues danced together. Her mouth left mine and kissed a path to my ear where she nibbled playfully. Her breath in my ear sent waves of coursing heat to my stiffening manhood. I moaned loudly as her lips traveled down my neck and her warm hand rubbed up and down my thigh.
"Wait… wait…" I panted. "Hermione… I don't know that we should…"
"Please, Fred…" she pleaded.
"I…"
"I need you," she whispered desperately in my ear. Her open palm delicately rubbed my hard length through the thin material of my pants and I took a quick sharp breath.
"Oh…" I groaned. "Okay… just slow down…"
I removed her hand and it immediately started tugging at my t-shirt. I stripped it off obediently and when I turned to her, she was also sitting, her shirt absent and her milky white breasts illuminated by the moonlight. My body moved to cover hers, one arm supporting my weight while the other was free so that my temptation to indulge her breast in sensual massage was satiable . I kissed, licked, and nibbled a path down her neck and chest. My tongue flicked against her nipple eliciting soft moans from deep in her throat. I took her peaked nipple into my mouth suckled gently, massaging it with my tongue.
"Oh… Fred…"
I kissed my way down her smooth flat stomach, tucked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and knickers, removing them both, and sucked the sensitive part of her hip which rose on its own accord. My lips moved to the inside of her thigh and she whimpered with desire. Laving the other leg in the same affection elicited a similar response and I smiled against her skin. The soft flesh of her leg maddeningly enticing, I pushed close to her heated center. She shuttered and whined. Satisfied that my teasing was sufficient, I licked the entrance of her lower lips. Her legs spread wider and my tongue gently probed into her soft moist folds. My tongue dived deeper, pushing into her core to taste her musty sweet juices. I licked upward and began forcefully teasing her clit. She struggled to keep her hips from rising, her humming moans encouraging my ministrations.
She reached down suddenly and clasped the sides of my head. She guided my body up hers and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.
"I need you," she pleaded.
I removed my pants and her hand encompassed my aching member. Her hands delicately stroked the soft skin up and down my firm shaft. She urged my body down upon hers and I gently probed her entrance. Sliding slowly into her depths, she stretched to accommodate me. We moaned together as I filled her completely. My hips began moving slowly at first, but soon increased in pace, pulling in and out of her warm center. It was then that I realized how long it had been since I'd last felt such pleasure. I could hardly contain myself as her hips rose to meet me each time I entered. I wasn't going to last much longer. I slipped my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it softly. I wanted her to come with me, needed her pleasure to match mine.
"Oh…" she gasped.
I plunged faster and deeper inside of her, starting to lose my rhythm as the pleasure built toward release. I grunted and thrust forcefully into her, her body inching up the bed with each thrust as I spilled into her. She moaned loudly as she reached her own climax and her soft walls gripped me tightly and relaxed, undulating in ways that overwhelmed me further. I knelt motionless above her, still tucked deep within her, both of us panting heavily. I felt hot sweat dripping from my hairline down my forehead and I collapsed beside her on the bed with a huff.
"Mmm… wow…" she hummed.
'Yeah… wow…' my thoughts echoed.
I zipped and buttoned the fastenings of my trousers and towel dried my ginger hair and bare chest. My skin was still hot from the shower. I opened the steamy mirror of the medicine cabinet and removed a small bottle. The sight as I reentered my sunlit bedroom was familiar and I smiled at the naked girl asleep in my bed whose body glowed alluringly under the sunlight similarly to the way it had under the light of the moon. I placed the small bottle on my bedside table and sat down on the mattress.
"Hermione," I said. "Hermione… it's time to wake up."
"Mmmm…" was all she could manage in response.
"Hermione, I'm know you're tired but you must wake up," I insisted kindly.
"Fred?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and then her eyes shot open. "Oh god!"
She sat up quickly, clinging the sheet to her chin. She was obviously trying to hide her nudity and I tried not to laugh as her entire back and buttocks were still exposed to me. She did not seem to notice as she quickly grabbed her head and grimaced. The quick movement had, no doubt, set her head spinning and throbbing.
"Here, drink this," I offered her as I held out the bottle from the nightstand.
"Is it to make me forget?" she asked.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you want to?" I left little pause for her to answer, doubtful that I wanted her to. "It's a hangover potion. It will make you feel much better."
"Hangover potion?" she repeated.
"Yeah, George and I created them in our sixth year. I promise it's safe and it will help loads," I explained.
"It really happened…" It was a statement, but just barely. It was almost as if she was both asking herself and telling herself that last night had been real.
"Yes," I said. "And I know it's proper etiquette to allow a lady to leave a one night stand without a word, but I couldn't allow you to leave like that. I don't want that awkwardness between us."
She looked down at the bottle, unable to speak.
"No regrets," I insisted. "It's time for you to move forward in life. Your new life starts now. Last night, yesterday, and all the days before were a different lifetime; let none of it come to mind." I stood up and grabbed a black t-shirt from my chest of drawers. "Now, I've already washed your clothes and night clothes and they're packed in your suitcase. I set out some clothes for you. Just drink that and take a shower; there's a clean towel on top of the toilet. Try not to be too long though. We're already running late. It's already eleven."
She seemed unable to speak, still registering everything I said.
"I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Drink that," I persisted.
By the time she emerged from my room, I was fully dressed in trousers, my black t-shirt, green dragon skin jacket, and my old set of trainers. My hair was dry and neatly brushed.
"You look much better," I commented. "How do you feel?"
She was dressed in the jeans and long-sleeved shirt that I had put out for her and was towel drying her long, heavy wet curls.
"Embarrassed… but okay," she answered.
"No embarrassment. New day, new life." I smiled warmly at her and she seemed to feel better. "Now grab your shoes or we're going to be late."
"Late for what?" she asked. She looked irritated. I know that she didn't like to be told what to do, but I was used to making plans without consulting people… it was just the way I was.
"Well, I owled Ginny early this morning," I started. She gasped but I continued, "I kept it very simple and matter-of-fact. I mentioned that I saw you at the bar last night and that you had left Michael. I told her that I let you stay here last night, but that you would be looking for a place to stay. She, of course, immediately insisted that you stay at Grimmauld Place with her and Harry until you decide on a more permanent residence. So we're meeting her and Harry at 12:30 at a café down the street, which should give us just enough time to hit up Ollivander's, if you hurry."
She looked as if her head were spinning again, trying to take in everything I had just said. "But…"
"You worry too much, Hermione… Last night was a rough night for you. But today is, as I keep saying, a new day. Forget yesterday; there's enough to think about today. Just grab your shoes and let's go get you a new wand."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay."
Yeah, I'm starting to feel a little bit more confident now that I'm re-editing and rewording things. Do you think I need a beta reader? Still not sure how I'm doing, especially with first person explicit sex - from a guy's perspective, no less.
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