Chapter 4: Lumos

Hermione was frozen in shock. She felt dirty and angry, but she also couldn't deny oddly aroused. She had never been a very promiscuous girl, only going so far as kissing Victor when they had dated. She liked wearing lingerie, it gave her a bit of confidence and served and a reminder of her femininity, but no boy had ever seen it. Yet in the last two weeks Fred had caught her in a compromising position on the stairs, thoroughly ravished her and her chest after catching her in nothing but a thong -not to mention her extremely exposed shimmy in his direction-, and now he had progressed to the point of watching her bath.

An almost mantra kept repeating in her head; He saw me naked, Fred Weasley saw me naked, Oh my God, Ron's older brother caught me in the buff.

With her arms still covering herself, she jumped hearing the second bell. Class had started. She rushed back to her clothes and after a quick drying spell, threw what was left of them back on. Ever the goody two shoes, she never even contemplated skipping class to grab more underwear. No, she instead hurried off to class worried she had already missed something important.

She burst into potions flushed from embarrassment and the short run. Professor Snape snapped his head around at the quite noise of the door, and formed a wicked smile at the sight of the girl. "Miss Granger, thought you could get away with skipping my class did you. Think you're too smart for this, do you"

"...No I-" she tried to explain.

"...Enough!" He cut her off, "Fifteen points will be taken from Gryffindor. Now take your seat, enough time has been wasted on your insubordination."

Finally after struggling through the double potions lesson, she allowed Harry and Ron to sweep her to great hall. They did boost her mood, uttering threats about the professor, until one of them finally posed the question, "Why were you late anyway?"

She immediately blushed scarlet and stuttered out "I-I lost track of time, um r-reading" before falling silent. They had obviously not believed her and she changed the topic before they could ask any more by exclaiming "Oh Stew!" with false enthusiasm. Quickening her step until she reached the table.

To her dismay though Harry and Ron were not the only one to join her, as Fred, George, and Angelina sat down as well. Fred had slid into the seat right next to her, and she remembered her intention to grab some underwear after class. As she squeaked at his arrival, she noticed his glance at her chest, before he smirked. This confirmed her worries that her lack of undergarments was visible. It also meant that he was now aware she was still stark-naked beneath her uniform.

"What happening boy's?" George started up the conversation.

"We were just trying to figure out what could cause Hermione to be late to class." Ron piped back.

Fred turned to Hermione with fake shock, "Late to class! I always knew you were a Naughty girl Hermione." he winked at her and glanced again at her chest.

George who's suspicions had been rising over the last week, what with his twins dazed looks at Hermione, gauged his brother's reaction as her said "Not rubbing off on her are you Fred?"

George watched as a wicked grin overtook Fred's face, while he replied, "In her dreams!"

A scoff was heard from Hermione at the notion. This was all his fault! She thought angrily, and then again with astonishment This was ALL his fault! He had deliberately fallowed her and watched her in the bath, this she knew. Now she had realized his other involvement though, some one had to cast that shrinking charm on her cloak and he was the only other person there. How did he even know to cast the charm anyway, No! she thought. He must have been the one to sever her clothing before hand, he would have of course known she was naked underneath. He was undressing her right and left! She would even bet anything her favorite blue bra -that had gone missing after the unfortunate incident in the common room- was also in his possession, probably hidden away with today's matching set.

She should go tell a teacher, but no she thought. He's done detention before, and he wouldn't get true comeuppance from a teacher. She would have to do something. It was time for the Prankster to become the Prank-e.

It was then that she felt it. Fred had placed his hand on her thigh, hidden by the table, her un-tucked cloak and their close proximity. She stiffened as he began sliding it up and down letting his fingers caress her inner thigh. She wanted to make a big show; maybe shove him off the table and hex him into next week, but for her plan to work she had to wait, keep him on the offensive. Slowly she slid her hand below the table as well to angrily remove his touch. Before she could however he grabbed it with his free hand under the pretense of addressing Harry who was sitting to her right. He held her wrist firmly, and continued his ministrations on her thigh.

Her breath was coming in quickly, she needed to get away before embarrassing herself. She went move away under the guise of getting more pumpkin juice, and had to let out a sharp gasp and knocked over the jug instead. He had felt the motion at the start and left her thigh only to grab the zipper pull of her skirt. As she had lifted herself up and over, the damn thing stayed with him, unzipping and therefore disconnecting the two ends of her skirt. Before she sit back down and could stop him, he had pulled hard and dropped the material to the floor.

She couldn't believe it, one hand still in his grasp, he had rendered her naked from the waist down. Thank Merlin her cloak still hung on her shoulders acting as an effective curtain, or she would be mooning the Hufflepuffs.

He resumed his caress of her upper thigh, occasionally toying with her revealed garter belt and stockings. She was taking care of the mess of juice she had caused, hoping that it could also be blamed for he flaming cheeks, when he began using his middle finger to gently brush the hair between her thighs. Trying to keep her breathing under control she tensed and curled her free fingers into her palm, forgetting about their useful defense.

Hermione was coming undone, she could feel a tight wetness seeping from her center, and her caught hand was currently fisted in his shirt. Meanwhile she noticed Fred was still carrying on a conversation with George. Her twitching thighs gave up and fell open and she could no longer care as he took the opportunity to force them even further apart and slip his finger into her. She watched him smirk at finding her wet and ready for him, before again schooling his features. She even caught him exclaiming "No I think I'll pass. It's damp enough here, let alone going out side into the on and off rain." before she was lost again to the warm feeling in her core.

Her eye's became unfocused, and she inhaled sharply as he began teasing her clit with his thumb. His index finger joined his middle as they pumped away, curling into a spot she hadn't known existed. She couldn't help it as tensed and thrust forward as much as she could without giving herself away. White spots entered her vision, she had never imagined how good this would feel. She tried to remind herself where she was; in the great hall, eating lunch, surrounded by people, but with another thrust she found she didn't care. She unraveled at his touch contracting around his fingers that continued pumping in and out, and letting out a breathy "Oh, Fred." drawing the puzzled eyes of her companions.

He released her hand and slid his fingers free poping one of subtly into his mouth, to taste her. An oblivious smirk now rested on his face, matching the triumphant glint in his eye, as he asked as if completely unfazed, "Yes?"

She had to clear her throat before coming up with "um, pass the butter?"

The smirk never leaving his face he complied. She heard Harry ask in a concerned voice if she was okay and let out a "Fine" her voice higher than usual. She cleared her throat and tried again succeeding in reaching her normal volume with another, "I'm Fine."

"You sure?" Ron pestered.

"Yep.", she cleared her throat again, "Might be coming down with a bug, though." This seemed to be an acceptable answer and normal conversation resumed.

The next thing she heard was a clatter drawing her attention back to Fred, as he dived under the table after his knife. She snapped her legs back together -ashamed she'd let them fall open in the first place- just in case he was up to more funny business, but soon enough he popped back up knife in hand. She realized what he had been up to, as he passed her back her skirt. She couldn't think of a way to get it back on, so she unhappily slid it into her bag.

She made her excuses before he could do something else, and climbed out of the bench. She couldn't help giving him another eye full as she did so in his direction, lest Harry be informed of her state of undress.

As she was reaching the entrance, she saw him get up to follow her out. She let him follow her and when the opportunity presented it's self pulled him into a broom cupboard and shoved him against the wall.

The room was small and dark, so she cast lumos to give them a little light. She quickly pulled out her skirt and put it back on before turning angrily back to him. "What are you playing at?!"

He smirked in response, "Feel good did it?"

she sputtered "I, I don't..."

but he cut her off with a snigger and a breathy "Oh Fred!", in a falsetto voice. He fake swooned to emphasize his point.

"Just because your good with your hands, doesn't mean you can go undressing me where ever you want!"

This only seem to spur him on as he let out "Merlin, you're hot when your angry." letting his eye's trail from her head to her toes, coming to a stop at her chest.

It was the last straw and she shoved him again, and beat his chest. Just as she was reeling back to punch him again, he caught her wrist and used her momentum to pull her toward him. Suddenly his mouth was on hers, his hand buried in her hair. He released her wrist as she kissed him back full force, and he moved on to massage her extremely sensitive nipple. Her hands found there way under his shirt and began to caress the skin. Over come with desire she remember the image of his bare chest. Filled with a need to see it again reached between the button of his shirt and pulled tearing the shirt open. He broke the kiss to gasp as buttons flew every were. She let her hands explore the new surface as her freed mouth kissed down his jaw, leaving little nips only to soothingly lick them before moving on.

His Breath was ragged as he tilted his head back to give her better access. He was gripping the end of her ass and feeling his way up her shirt, when he felt her undo the button of his slacks. A light shove later and they pooled around his ankles. Soon she was toying with the tops of his boxer briefs. He regretted it the moment it left his mouth, but with a husky voice he asked, "Now Who's undressing whom?

All at once she came to her senses, pushing out of their embrace and throwing herself against the other wall. They were both out of breath as she shook herself out of a stupor and said "I want my underwear back."

With a slam he watched her leave. He was once again alone and extremely aroused. She had a bad habit of leaving him like this. He couldn't help, but smile to himself though. She had once again kissed him back, in fact he was sure she had almost fucked him in a broom closet. Not to mention he was sure he the only one who knew she tasted like honey, and he had pushed her over the edge with just his hand. With those thoughts in mind he quickly took care of the throbbing erection she had left behind.