Ok here's chapter 2! I hope more people review this time!
His hand turned the brass knob and he slowly pushed the door open. There sat Hermione, her wavy auburn hair framing her face and falling just short of her breasts, where his eyes lingered for just a moment before turning to her face again. Her look was saying come-hither, but he wasn't feeling like himself. Usually he would have pounced on her without a second thought, but this felt different. Something was boiling up in his chest. He closed the door.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, following their usual goodnight ceremony. "Well, not really." She said, eyeing him with a coy look.
"Really? Well, what's the matter?" He swallowed hard, trying to fight down the lump that had lodged itself in his throat.
"Well," She began, standing up and walking over to him, "I have a slight suspicion that there is something you aren't telling me. Is that true?" Her face was barely an inch from his, but he had to look down at her.
"Uh, well, not really. I mean, there's nothing important." He was trying to control his breathing to a normal pace. Her eyes were boring into his watching him, as if reading his soul.
Finally, she whispered, "I think that there is. Something along these lines, if I am correct." She then reached her hand up to his neck and pulled him gently towards her face. Her eyes closed, as did his, and their lips met, barely even a whisper of a touch.
He felt the softness of her lips on his. She was so sure of what she was doing, so positive that this was what she wanted, and he felt the same. He felt crazy for kissing her. His little brother and his friend fancied her, and here he was, kissing her, feeling her soft skin rub up against his as she pulled him on top of her on her bed. Her tongue touched his lips, asking for permission to enter into his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth and felt the rush of energy he got from it, feeling her tongue stroke his mouth and his own tongue taking it upon itself to search her mouth also. He vaguely remembered something he had read about kissing, it had said that your brain registers how much you enjoy the kiss by how much you are responding, and he was certainly responding. He moved a hand down onto her waist on the small of her back, and she arched her back so that their hips were rubbing together, a silent plea for more.
She felt his erection as she pushed her hips up to his, making him feel how much she could give him, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Slowly, she broke the kiss and put a finger on his lips. Her breathing ragged from her need, she kissed his neck down to his collar bone, where she was stopped by his hand on her face.
"We can't do this." He whispered to her, his voice full of the same want she was feeling.
"But I want to, you want to, I know you do." She turned her face sideways and pulled his lips onto hers again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He wanted to, she could tell, his tongue was trying to move into her mouth, but his brain wouldn't let it. Deciding to give him a nudge in the right direction, she pressed her mouth harder against him. He pulled away at this.
"No, it's wrong, what about the others?"
"What about them?" She asked, grinding her hips to his again, feeling his erection grow larger.
"No, we can't go any farther, not tonight." She understood his logic, but she wanted him, she wanted him so bad it wasn't even funny to tease him, because she was also teasing herself. She sighed in defeat. Finally he stood up off of the bed and offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her to him again.
"We can't tell anyone about this." He said, his face looking down on her beautiful face and cascading auburn locks. She nodded sadly. He hesitated for a moment before going out the door.
Outside the door he took a deep breath. He had known that this would happen, but he hadn't been able to stop it. No matter how much he wanted to go all the way with her, he couldn't not when Ron loved her and Harry and she were best friends, he couldn't betray them like that. But what could he do? She wanted him, and he wanted her, but there was nothing to say that they would accept their love with the others around. He sighed, he was so confused. He walked down the stairs and opened the basement door, where he found Ron's' angry face facing his.
"What were you doing up there?" He asked viciously.
"I was…getting a drink of water. Why?" He scooted his way down into the basement as inconspicuously as he could. He thought for a crazy moment that Ron could smell Hermione's perfume on his shirt still, so, he edged along the wall a little faster. Harry was still asleep, but George was up. He was smiling a huge smile. Fred cast him a warning glance.
"I think I'll be going to bed now." Fred said quickly, sliding under his blankets and staying immensely quiet. He didn't hear anything else from anyone, so he figured that he was safe-for now. He still hadn't decided what to do about Hermione. If he thought enough about it, he saw that he couldn't make her do anything. She was beautiful and smart, and….well….he loved her. He bit his tongue hard at this thought. No, he couldn't. Fred Weasley didn't love anyone. He was a lone ranger, right?
ok ok ok! i know its been like...forever...but i was havin some problems with my computer :D:D sorry! third chapter will be in soon...PROMISE!