Hermione needed a drink. Badly. She deserved it after narrowly avoiding committing homicide upon walking in on her boyfriend of four years in bed with another witch. She should have expected it really. Ron had always had a short attention span and poor impulse control. That being said she always believed he at least cared for her enough to at least break up with her before he acted on his urges. Hermione was devastated, not for the end of their romantic relationship, but for the fact that one of her best friends was able to betray her so easily.
Waltzing into the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione found the pub more crowded than she had expected. She was far from a regular when it came to Diagon Alley nightlife and hadn't realized how many people would be there on a Friday night. There was one lone unoccupied stool at the bar that Hermione sank down into. Tom was behind the bar and noticed her arrival immediately.
"What'll it be?" he asked for her order unceremoniously.
Hermione was thankful that the post-war fame had faded quickly. Once peacetime had become the new normal, everyone was far more interested in the lives of celebrities: rock stars, socialites, and the like. Only true history buffs recognized her out in public.
"I'll have a firewhiskey. Make it a double, please," Hermione answered.
She was going to need a large volume of alcohol to get the image of Ron's pale arse as he plowed into the unrecognizable witch on their living room sofa out of her head. Fortunately, a tumbler quickly appeared on the bar in front of her, courtesy of Tom. Hermione attempted to throw back all of the liquid in her glass but spluttered only choking down half of it. She wasn't a practiced enough drinker to dive in so quickly, but she was determined to stop thinking. The normally strait-laced witch tucked an errant curl behind her ear and flagged down Tom again to order a glass of water to chase her booze with.
The cycle of firewhiskey and water continued without interruption until Hermione had started in on her third glass of the spicy liquor. It was at that point that a boisterous presence called her attention to the seat beside her. To her right sat one of the Weasley twins, clad in a bright emerald suit and animatedly greeting Tom and several patrons at the bar. She ducked her head hoping to avoid being spotted. The last thing Hermione needed was a run in with a member of her boyfriend's family. Although she supposed she should start thinking of him as her ex-boyfriend, even if she hadn't stuck around long enough to make that new title official. Staying with Ron was certainly not an option.
"Hermione is that you?" the lanky ginger twin's voice rang out, and she could attempt to hide no longer.
"Hello, Fred," she reluctantly acknowledged him, ascertaining his identity from his two visible ears, shaggy red hair tucked behind them.
"My, my, my, Hermione Granger drinking alone," a mischievous grin plastered on his face as he took in the sight of her. "This is a quite the unexpected pleasure. George and I have always wondered what kind of drunk you'd be. My money's on affectionate," he declared with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Right now, I'm the bloody fuming kind of drunk," Hermione grumbled downing the last of her drink, the firewhiskey going down smoother than it first had.
"Ooh she's swearing too. How did I get so lucky as to bear witness to this moment?" Fred quipped.
"Bugger off. I have a drunken stupor to fall into," she retorted acerbically.
True concern found it's way onto Fred's face and he decided to comfort the younger witch the best way he knew how. He wrapped one of his long arms around Hermione's shoulders pulling her close to rest snuggly against his side.
"How about this instead," he proposed, "You tell me what's wrong and I'll buy your drinks for the rest of the night."
Hermione took a moment to decide whether to accept his offer. At the rate she was going her bender would require a financial backer, but she doubted a Weasley would make for a sympathetic audience while she disparaged Ronald. "Fine. Get me another firewhiskey," she demanded coolly.
"No way! You need to be taught the right way to drink. It's supposed to be fun."
"Well, my way of drinking is efficient."
Fred flagged down Tom once more, "Two Sexes on Beach please, good sir." Then turning to Hermione, the tall trickster continued to probe into her sour mood, "Your fruity cocktail is en route. Time to tell me what's gotten you in this state."
"Your slaggy twat of a younger brother did. I walked in on him shagging some unidentified bimbo when I got home from work today," Hermione snapped at Fred, taking out her anger on the only target available.
"Shit, Hermione. I'm so sorry. You were always too good for ickle Ronniekins," Fred tried to console her, immediately ordering another round of drinks just as the first was being delivered. "Alright, let's get blind drunk. The least I can do is dedicate my evening to cheering you up."
Hermione pinned him with a stare, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones. She was feeling too vulnerable to shrug off being the victim of one of his pranks right now, but Fred's offer of company seemed genuine. A distraction could be exactly what she needed and with the effects of the alcohol fogging her brain, her rapid-fire thoughts had slowed enough for classic Weasley twin shenanigans to work perfectly.
When the barman shouted out for last call, Hermione and Fred found themselves tucked into a booth in the back of the pub, several empty glasses with crazy straws askew littered the table. The pair had been playing a modified version of truth or dare for the last hour, taking turns exchanging truths. Fred had teased the young bookworm mercilessly for refusing to participate in any dares, even three sheets to the wind.
"Okay, I have a good one," Hermione giggled in anticipation of her own question. "What is the most embarrassing prank that was ever pulled on you?"
"You think you're clever, don't you? About to get all the good dirt on me?" Fred shook his head at her, but his smile was proud. "Well you're right. There was one time back in my last year at Hogwarts. Ginny got George and I so bad we didn't even tell Lee about it. We'd been giving her a really hard time about going out with Michael Corner. She knew we both had 'dates' planned one night so she slipped us both some laxative potion at dinner. Long story short I shit myself while trapped in a broom closet with the deeply horrified Ravenclaw I was supposed to be snogging."
Hermione broke into hysterical laughter at his admission. She continued until she lost her breath, clutching her stomach as her lungs desperately tried to refill with air. Loose tendrils of brown curls hung down over her face, and one of Fred's large hands reached across the table to gently brush them behind her ear.
"Thank you for that. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard," she remarked breathily, her gaze locked on his.
"Brace yourself, little-miss-former-prefect, this next question is naughty," Fred winked at the curly haired witch from across the table. "What's your ultimate sexual fantasy?"
Hermione blushed at the risqué question. The answer was immediately on the forefront of her mind, but she was reluctant to admit it. "I see we've reached the point where this game devolves into exclusively sexual questions," it was too expected, and he would mock her mercilessly, but the liquor had loosened her tongue, and Hermione found herself speaking, "I always wanted someone to fuck me in the Hogwarts library."
"Ever the swot," Fred teased. "That was an interesting choice of words by the way Miss Granger. You want to be fucked, not fuck someone. You want someone else to take control, but you need someone who can read you for that. Is that right? Someone who can see what you need and give it to you?"
Hermione felt her heart rate quicken at his suggestive words. A heat spread over her already liquor flushed skin. Fred was looking at her with a hungry expression and wetness pooled between her legs in response.
"Yes," she breathed out.
"Has anyone given you that? I highly doubt Ron was good at picking up on cues," Fred scoffed at the mere idea.
"No, Ronald is far from a considerate lover, and well he's the only one I've been with," Hermione shyly admitted.
"Would you like to change that?" the handsome redheaded man offered.
"Are you suggesting that we sleep together?" her disbelief clear in her voice.
"If you want to," Fred shrugged. "We could go back to mine right now and I'll fuck you up against my bookcase. Not quite a library, but I promise it'll get the job done."
Hermione just nodded in response, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily. Fred pulled enough galleons from his pocket to cover their tab and dropped them on the table before grabbing her hand and leading her outside. He used the full of his body to press her up against the stone wall of the pub and captured her lips fiercely with his own.
Hermione gasped as Fred's fingers weaved into the hair at the nape of her neck and curled into a fist, tugging at the strands there. Her hips bucked up against his, and the lust that blazed through her veins was urgent. Not only would it be incredibly satisfying to sleep with someone other than Ron after he'd proved his inability to remain faithful to her, but Fred was arousing her in a way that Hermione had never experienced before. His confidence and assertive nature were a massive turn on for her.
Unwilling to make the short walk down the alley to his flat above the joke shop, Fred gripped Hermione tightly and apparated them directly into his living room. This was one of the rare moments that he was glad George had moved in with Angelina a year prior, making every room in the flat fair game for shagging. The pair stumbled as they reappeared, finding their footing more difficult in their inebriated state.
"Oof, warn a girl before you just poof her into your apartment," Hermione chided him, always ready to lecture a Weasley twin on their untoward behavior.
Her reprimand was entirely in jest though, which was made evident when she pushed against Fred's chest just forcefully enough to send him tumbling into a seated position on the couch. Still in the outfit she'd put on for work that morning, Hermione rucked up her pencil skirt then straddled him before reconnecting their mouths. His tongue quickly slipped past her lips, wasting no time in exploring her mouth and massaging against her own tongue.
Hermione had never been so aroused from just snogging. Compared to the fumbling she was used to Fred's confident movements were a revelation. Unconsciously she began grinding against the bulge in his pants, desperately seeking friction. His large hands gripped her hips guiding her rocking motion.
She let out a moan as Fred's lips moved to her throat, planting kisses along her neck. He untucked her blouse, his hands plunging underneath before beginning a path upward, briefly resting at the valley of her waist before skimming up her ribs until his thumbs brushed against the underside of her breasts. Hermione's skin felt electrified everywhere he touched her.
"I want to see you naked. Will you let me?" he asked her earnestly, a change from his usual demeanor.
"Merlin, please," Hermione nearly begged in response.
"Arms up," Fred directed, and Hermione quickly followed his command, her blouse immediately finding its way onto the floor.
Her beautiful, tanned skin contrasted against the pale white lace of her bra. Fred ogled her supple cleavage and the way it nearly spilled out of the lacy cups, her pebbled nipples straining against the fabric. It had been too long since Hermione felt so sexy and appreciated; the physical intimacy between her and Ron had long since been a chore, an expectation of the relationship. She let out a gasp as he unclasped the garment and tugged the straps down her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Fred declared with such certainty it felt like he was discovering one of the truths of the universe.
He wrapped his lips around Hermione's right nipple, tugging gently at the bud while he used his thumb and forefinger to stimulate the other. Fred was spurred on by the breathy little sounds she let out.
"Be a good girl and stand up for me," he instructed her.
As soon as she was on her feet Fred tugged her skirt and panties down her legs until they pooled around her ankles. Suddenly completely bare in front of him, Hermione felt shy for the first time since their night together had begun. The handsome trickster was still completely clothed in his green suit and the imbalance was making her self-conscious.
In one smooth motion Fred got to his feet and wrapped Hermione in his arms, using his momentum to lay her flat on her back on the sofa. He shucked his suit jacket then rolled the sleeves of his button-down before spreading her legs, making room for him to kneel between them where he looked down at her ravenously. Fred used his thumbs to spread open the lips of her delicate, little pussy admiring the way her arousal leaked out of her causing her folds and upper thighs to glisten.
"Mhmm. You're so wet for me, Hermione," he told her.
"Please, Fred. Touch me," she begged. "I can't wait any longer."
Fred leaned in and licked up her slit, pressing the flat of his tongue against her firmly from her entrance to her clit. Hermione let out a loud moan at the contact, the sound turning into a squeak as Fred circled his tongue around the engorged nub before latching his lips over it and suckling.
"Holy shit, Fred. That's so good," Hermione complimented, unable to hide her level of appreciation for his talents.
He lapped at her folds until Hermione began writhing, her body seeking out more pressure, more stimulation, more anything. Fred used his firm grip to pin her hips against the cushions of the couch, holding her in place under his relentless ministrations.
"I'm gonna come. Fred, I'm gonna come," she announced, her hips attempting to buck against his restraining hold.
He sucked hard on her clit once more and Hermione fell apart, waves of pleasure overtaking her. While she was still blissed out from her orgasm, Fred pulled off his slacks and pants then used his wand to cast a contraceptive charm before discarding it alongside his clothes.
Fred took his stiff member in had before rubbing his cock over her slick quim. Hermione was shocked by the feel of his thickness against her, much larger than she'd taken before. She whimpered as he continued to tease, the tip of his cock sliding over her clit again and again.
Finally, he slipped the head of his prick into her, and Hermione rejoiced at the delightful stretch. Fred slowly pressed his length into her tight channel until he was fully seated within her. He stayed still, allowing her a moment to adjust to his size before she encouraged him to begin thrusting. He started with a steady pace, his long, smooth strokes causing pleasure to coil in her abdomen.
Hermione was in heaven. The blissful sensation of his rigid cock dragging against her inner walls was pushing her fast towards the edge. Fred ran his hand over the curve of her arse and down the milky skin of her thigh before hooking behind her knee and hitching her leg up over his hip. He pounded into her even more vigorously and she let out satisfied moans with every thrust.
"You're so fucking tight," Fred was panting as he praised her. "Your cunt is perfect for me."
At his words Hermione found her release again. Her walls fluttered, clamping down on his length as pleasure overtook her. Fred gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to follow her into oblivion as she came. Once her mind came back, Hermione registered the feeling of his still hard cock inside of her.
"I believe I promised to take you up against a bookcase," Fred smiled down at her where she laid prone on the couch.
"You're a menace," Hermione's attempt to chastise him falling flat given the bright smile on her face.
Hermione let out a whine when Fred slipped out of her, moving to stand, and bringing her to her feet with him. He walked her across the room, so she faced the shelves of books that lined one wall of his living room. "Grab the shelf," he commanded.
"Good girl. Now stick your arse out for me," he directed once Hermione followed his first instruction.
Hermione felt so on display, spines of books the only thing in her field of vision while her pussy was exposed to Fred. He plunged his cock into her, all of his earlier gentleness gone as he immediately set a punishing pace. He drove into her without rest, determined to see her reach completion once more before he did himself.
She could feel her third orgasm of the night approaching, and Hermione threw her hips back eagerly to meet Fred's every thrust. One muscled arm wrapped around her waist to pull her against him in a pleasurable rhythm, while his other hand reached to rub firm circles against her clit.
Hermione screamed out as she found her release again. The world shattered around her in a burst of white light before reforming as she finally caught her breath. Fred felt her walls milk his cock as he continued to slam into her and followed her into orgasm with a grunt.
Sanity came back to the pair as the haze of lust receded and embarrassment at shagging her boyfriend's brother overcame Hermione. No matter what events may have triggered her spiral of bad decision making, she was deeply ashamed of the impulsivity. Fred could see the worry setting in and lead Hermione into his bedroom before she could run away.
"I really should be going," Hermione said weakly, gesturing to the front door over her shoulder. "I don't want anyone finding out about this."
Fred slid into his bed and pulled back the covers, patting the space beside him indicating to Hermione she should get in. "That's a tomorrow problem. Let's just sleep for now," he pulled her by the wrist to lay next to him in bed.
Hermione snuggled into his chest as Fred pulled her into an embrace, the handsome man already drifting off. She closed her eyes as well, deciding to allow herself contentment for the night, before she faced the shitstorm the following day would no doubt bring.
A/N: Writing smut is so hard because things things go from sexy to gross real quick when you try to plan it out all technically. Please please please review. I'd really appreciate it.