FPOV

I kissed her so her moans wouldn't wake the rest of the house. She grabbed at my hair, at my skin, pulling and scratching while she set the pace. She ground her hips down on mine through the thin fabric of our underwear and it took every ounce of my resolve to keep from pinning her to the mattress and ripping off the last of our clothes so I could show her how much better it could feel.

"Fred," she whined. I nipped the skin of her neck and she let out a throaty moan. She was moving faster, her eyes shut tight, and I thrust my hips to meet hers. "Fred," she whispered, placing her

hand on my chest.

I opened my eyes to Hermione resting her hand against my franticly beating heart and she pressed her finger to my mouth to shush me. "Your parents just got home and I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood can hear you." I could hear rather than see the smile on her face while she teased me. If I wasn't half asleep I'd probably have been embarrassed, but fantasy Hermione was too fresh in my mind and I could still see that lacy black number she had been wearing.

"I was dreaming good sleep," I mumbled, rolling to my stomach and burying my face into the pillow. Hermione chuckled and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'll be right back," she whispered, slipping out of bed and quietly exiting the room. I rolled again to my back and reached for my phone. 2:35 am and four text messages from Angelina. I pushed my phone aside and began to rub circles against the front of my pajama bottoms. I closed my eyes and slipped my hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pumped my erection slowly as I remembered the way fantasy Hermione's body trembled with pleasure. I bit my lip to suppress my moans and moved faster as I pictured the way Hermione's face would scrunch up when she climaxed.

The door closed with a soft click and I opened my eyes when I heard her small gasp. She turned her back to me and covered her eyes with her hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" she whispered.

"It's alright kitten, I thought I'd have longer," I straightened my pants and wiped my hand on the duvet.

"You can finish, if you'd like," Hermione reached for the doorknob, "I can just-"

"I'm fine." Hermione turned to me and I smiled at her. I raised the blankets so she could crawl in next to me and she rested her head on my sternum.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"It wasn't obvious?"

"I didn't think that those kinds of dreams were so intense." She traced the lines of my ribcage with her fingers and I felt helpless under her touch.

"They have been lately," I said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Better you wake me than Molly walking in wondering why there's a moaning boy in Ginny's room," Hermione said. I laughed. "Can you sleep like that?" Hermione asked, tilting her head so she was facing me.

"Of course, but as comfortable as I am, and I'm really comfortable, I'm going to take a trip to the loo," I kissed her forehead and reluctantly untangled myself from her embrace.

"Could I help?" Hermione bit her lower lip and I froze. "I mean, what am I thinking," she scooted away from me so I could get up.

"If you want," my voice cracked. I wasn't prepared for that. "Only if you want to though, I'm fine by myself, too."

Hermione nodded and gingerly rested her hand on the bulge of my pajama bottoms. "I don't know what to do," she blushed. I guided her hand to rub circles against me and gently thrust my hips against her hand.

"You could do anything to me right now and I wouldn't complain."

She slipped under the waistband of my briefs and cupped my erection in her small hand. I stifled a groan and closed my eyes. "You're very vocal, aren't you?" Hermione smiled. I couldn't respond, my body and mind were in suspension, waiting for her next move. I felt her reposition herself so she was rested between my thighs and when I felt her lips press a soft kiss to the head of my cock I came, full force, without a warning to bite onto the pillow, or the blanket, or even my arm. I shuddered through the moan I was sure the neighbors really would hear, like Hermione had teased me about, and I would have smiled but the look of shock on Hermione's face had me worried.

"Fred, you're too loud," Hermione panicked, quickly looking towards the door as if Molly were to burst in at any second.

"Give a guy some warning kitten. Not that I'm complaining," I winked. "How about I return the favor?" I pulled her from between my legs and pinned her to the mattress. I kissed her neck and licked the skin that exposed itself from beneath her shirt.

"We have school in the morning," she squirmed.

"It'll help you sleep," I nibbled the flesh below her navel. "Let me make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"I-" Hermione paused at the sudden interruption of George's ringtone chirping through the room. I reached for my phone and begrudgingly accepted his call.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I asked, it was nearing three in the morning.

"I have half a mind to ask you the same thing, Freddie. Let a sick man sleep, it's bad enough my head is killing me, now I've got to listen to you getting your rocks off? I thought with you being in a different room that I'd get at least one night's sleep without your porn star vocals, but this is just sad." I could hear Ginny's giggles and Hermione was biting her lip trying not to smile.

"You had to call me to tell me that? Your mockery couldn't have waited until the morning?"

George hung up when the hall light turned on. Hermione's face fell.