Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea. But by god, she was sure it would be her favorite. She seldom wanted things for herself. She did her best to do good for others. She was raised to give without the intention of receiving in lived her life by that but she was going to take as much as she could right now without giving much in that she knew anything about giving him something in return. She wished she was a bit more experienced. She wished she could do something to make him feel as spectacular as she felt. But Fred didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed intent on giving her as much pleasure as possible without a care for himself.
She was pulled into another searing kiss and her best idea. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to follow through on all those ridiculous innuendos he had dished out. She wanted him to bring her to the peak again and fall over it with her. She wanted...
He slid inside her slowly.
That! That was what she wanted. Although, she could live without the pressure of him stretching her and the slight burn. Was it meant to feel like that? Oh god. It was more painful than she had anticipated. Where was the pleasure? Maybe Dean being gay wasn't why Ginny's first time was rubbish. Hermione clenched her eyes shut and took steadying breaths. She had read about this. If she could just move past the pain then it would be good, lovely even.
Deep breaths weren't really helping. Books were usually how she got through everything. She had made friends with the help of books, gotten through stressful situations, made life decisions. How were they not helping now? Maybe she hadn't gotten the right book. Why had her mother not gone into more detail when explaining this stuff?
"It's an act that should be shared with someone special, love. The person you have sex with should respect you and your body." and then she had gone into technical bits explaining the importance of condoms and birth control.
Where was the, "Hey, it's not going to be that great. Don't listen to those romance novels I know you keep hidden under the bed. Seriously. It's going to be you!" Where was that? Why hadn't her mother prepared her?
"Oh god... Oh fuck." Fred said above her in horror.
"What? What's wrong?" She asked opening her eyes quickly.
"You're a virgin." He looked at her mystified.
"Well, yes. What's wrong with that?" She asked as coolly as possible. She was really quite nervous now.
"Well for one thing I would have taken a bit more time. It would have been very different."
She scoffed. "I doubt that. Best to get it over with and move on to the good stuff."
He stared at her with wonder and smiled. "You're a trooper."
"Just logical." She muttered shyly and blushed.
"Don't sell yourself short." His hips slid deeper and he hissed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to do that."
"It's okay. It's better now I think. You can move?" She replied hesitantly.
"I can wait. It might kill me but I can wait."
She chuckled a bit and shook her head. "Really. I'm fine. Please move."
She meant it. She felt a dull throb but it was subtle. She was determined to enjoy this. She took a deep breath and he moved. She felt him fill her. She felt the heat of him within her. She was delighted to find that it felt rather nice. Not great but better. She was beginning to enjoy it. Progress!
His hips were rolling into her and she felt a familiar pressure building. She moaned loudly when he hit a particular spot inside her. She heard a chuckle and a soft, "I told you so" before he sped up. She was clawing at his back and panting into the skin of his neck. His mouth was teasing the skin of her neck and nibbling at the lobe of her ear. His free hand, the one not anchoring him to the bed, caressed her rib and the underside of her exposed breast. She was whimpering and sighing in ecstasy.
"Jesus, you're sweet." He moaned before kissing her soundly. She moaned. "You feel so good. I could stay in you forever."
"That's not practical." She said, licking his upper lip.
"Don't care." He said around the lip he had grabbed with his teeth.
She couldn't bring herself to reply. Her hands clutched at his head as her breath hitched. She rasped out his name. His hand moved to her clit and stroked her lazily. She rolled into him with unmatched enthusiasm. She tried to urge the climax forward.
"Easy, Duckie. I've got you."
"I'm so close. Please, Oh god, Fred," her head turned from side to side, her thick curls gliding across her sheet.
"I know." He sounded pleased with himself.
She knew he was close too. His brow was sweaty and his body had tightened. His movements were quick and shallow. She cupped his jaw tenderly and pulled his lips back to hers. She kissed him openly as her climax hit her. She heard him groan and a few thorough pumps later he was falling over the cliff with her.
She was feeling giddy and sleepy all at once. Fred fell on top of her. She welcomed the weight of him on top of her. His head was tucked into the curve of her neck. Hermione was staring at the wall without really seeing. She touched the damp ginger locks on his head. She felt his body rise and fall with each heady breath.
She felt wonderful. It was too good. She felt like she should shoo him out of her bedroom and out of her life. That would be the smart thing to do. Instead, she wanted to curl up against his side and sleep. She felt blissful and calm. It was a rare feeling. She hadn't felt this relaxed since her last holiday at the Weasley home.
"We should probably get up and shower or something." She mumbled sleepily.
"Do you want to?" He asked against her neck.
She didn't look at him. "Not really."
"Then don't worry about it." He kissed the hollow spot behind her ear.
She sighed contently. She felt so at peace it was impossible to fight sleep. She dozed off within moments. She dreamed of fields of wild flowers and babbling brooks, fireworks and warm nights. She woke up just as the sun was peaking out from behind the thin morning clouds pressed against Fred's chest. His red hair was wild and bright against the pale white coverings on her pillow. She traced a finger absently over the ridges of his chest.
She thought about how silly it was to get involved with her best friends' brother. God, what if he started coming around for the holidays? Or worse, what if she saw him in the hall? It had been a fantastic night and Fred was absolutely wonderful. She had the urge to get to know him, to spend days with him, to learn what his favorites were and get angry at him again. She needed to push down the sentimentality and kick him out of bed so she could shower and get on with her life. That was the only choice. Better to live with the possibility of fantasies than get attached and have it crash around her.
"Fred." She said softly. He rolled slightly and wrapped his arm around her. Her heart clenched and she scooted closer. "Fred," she said as she shook his shoulder. He groaned but didn't wake. "Fred!" She hissed.
"Wha," he mumbled, pushing his face into the mass of her hair.
"You have to go. I need to shower and get ready for the day."
"Stay in bed." He said as he stroked her naked hip with his thumb.
Damn that felt good. "No. I have class soon. You have to go." She said pulling away.
"In a min'te." He tried to kiss her but she turned away.
She couldn't get sucked back in. She knew it would be easy for her to lose herself in these moments. She needed to keep a level head. One of them had to be rational. It might as well be her. He clearly wasn't thinking about how awkward things could be.
"Fred. Thank you for the lovely evening but really, you ought to go."
He sat up in the bed and scratched at his head. She marvelled at his chest. Heavens, he was gorgeous. She wanted to crawl back into the bed and sit in his lap and kiss him until their stomachs insisted they turn to different activities. She knew her face was betraying her because Fred looked like he wanted to pull her into him and pleasure her all over again.
"You don't look like you want me to leave."
She turned away from him and grabbed her fluffy robe from the floor, where she had deposited it just the day before. God, she had barely known him for an entire day and she was already attached. Pitiful. Just pitiful, Granger.
"Well, I do. You have to go." She threw his pants at him and rolled her shoulders back to feign confidence. He looked so cute with rumpled hair and sleepy blue eyes and his bare legs sticking out from the sheet. It was covering all the good bits but what a delicious sight. She shivered. Time to go!
"Duckie, what the hell is going on? Thanks for a lovely evening? Throwing me out in the morning? Really." He stood and shoved his long legs into his pants. He pulled a hair elastic from his jeans and wrapped his hair into a ponytail.
"I just don't think it's a good idea to linger after a one night stand. It's not practical." She mumbled. She stared at her toes. Her nails were bare but she usually painted them a soft shade of pink that complemented her dark complexion.
"One night stand? Is that what this was?"
"Wasn't it?" She asked as coldly as she was able. She saw him prickle. His warm blue eyes turned to ice. She felt the warm glow that had been wrapped around her dissipate. This was it. This was how it would end. Clean and quick. No misunderstandings.
"Right you are. Well, off I go." He grabbed his shirt and sweater and took great strides towards the door. "Thanks for a lovely evening." His tone was mocking and a tad bitter.
She nodded and opened her dresser drawer to grab something to wear. She didn't want to watch him leave. She was such a sad excuse for a brain, getting attached too quickly. She wanted him to go but she couldn't watch. She wanted to feel like she had before. Empty but satisfied with her life. She heard the door close and sighed with relief. She looked up and saw him standing there watching her.
"I'm not going until we sort this out."
She smiled a stubborn ass. What a stupid stubborn ass.
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