Title:
Besting Hermione Granger
Rating:
PG-13
Pairing/Characters:
Fred/Hermione
Word
Count:
374
A/N:
Drabble for inell
- Prompt: Aggressive Kiss.
Hermione stood in the doorway to the Wheezes workshop drenched with water. Fred was several feet in front of her doubled-over with laughter.
"This is NOT funny, Fred Weasley!"
Before he had fully regained his breath, Fred put his hands on his hips and pitched his tone higher attempting to imitate Hermione's voice. "There is absolutely no prank you could pull, Weasley, that will catch me unaware. There are simply too many defensive protections that one can cast to ever be caught by some silly practical joke!"
If Hermione hadn't been so angry, she might have flinched at having her smug words thrown back in her face. But seriously, she wasn't prepared to concede that she had been wrong. Sure, she was soaking wet, but not from any magical prank. She'd been warded and covered with enough protective charms that Voldemort himself would have had a hard time touching her. However, when she'd opened the door to Fred's back room and a glass of water balanced on the edge of the door had toppled over onto her head, she'd become a victim of a Muggle trick.
"Stop laughing," she demanded, stomping her foot and causing water to squish out of her shoe.
Her rage just made Fred laugh harder. "Admit it, Granger," he grinned. "In this test of wits, you failed and I succeeded."
Hermione marched toward him and poked him in the chest. "You know I was suspecting some kind of magical prank. This doesn't mean anything!"
"Except that you are no match for my cunning intellect," he smirked.
"You're the most exasperating, sneaky, devious, underhanded man of my acquaintance," Hermione huffed.
Fred placed a hand over his heart. "Oh, you're such a flirt, Granger."
Hermione growled in frustration, grasped the lapels of Fred's robe, and pulled his lips down to hers.
Too shocked initially to respond physically, Fred allowed Hermione to ravish his mouth with her teeth and her tongue. After several seconds, however, he regained his equilibrium and wrapped his arms around the soggy witch. He hoped desperately as Hermione broke their kiss so that she could nibble up his neck toward his ear that he wouldn't have to wait until he again bested Hermione before he got another opportunity to kiss her.
