Hermione was hot. Really hot. Within the first five minutes, her hands became clammy and she could feel how the hair at the back of her head stuck uncomfortable to her sticky neck. Fred wasn't any better, his arm wiping his forehead every time he felt the humidity on his face.
"Harry really should've mentioned how hot it gets in here." Mumbled Fred, not liking the way the back of his shirt was sticking to his hot back.
"It is a cloak after all." Commented Hermione, irritated at the fact that her hair would soon begin to puff up if they keep sweating.
"Just making conversation, Granger. If I wanted your panties in a twist, I would simply twist them myself."
Hermione's face burned at this, making her even hotter. Fred, however, didn't seem to notice the effect he had on the girl next to him.
"Do you really need to bring underpants into every conversation? Can you not control yourself from being such a perverted boy?"
Stupid Fred and his stupid comments, she thought.
"And do you really need to be such a priss all the time?" He spat back.
Fred didn't mean for his voice to sound so aggressive, and he definitely didn't mean to call her what all the other clueless boys call her. Hermione blinked at him, her legs coming to a halt. The look on her face was enough to make Fred want to slap himself across the face; her brows were drawn in and her teeth sunk into her lower lip.
"Hermione, Merlin I'm so sorry. This heat is really just riling me up and I shouldn't be taking it out on you. It was really unfair and rude of me to-" He started, but the minute he heard footsteps coming toward them, he stopped.
He turned his head to see Filch angrily stomping their way, and Mrs. Norris was on his tail.
In a fit of panic, he pushed Hermione against the wall behind her.
"What are you-" He covered her mouth his his large hand, and kept one long finger against his mouth, signalling her to keep quiet.
Hermione could feel her heart in her throat, she had never felt more awake. Before this, she wanted to get away from the heat, but now all she needed was to feel his body closer to hers. His towering figure swallowed hers as he kept her stuck to the wall, she could feel his body pressing against her even more by the second. His hard abdomen, his chest, and oh Merlin one of his long legs between her jean clad legs, propping her up.
Oh, what am I going to do, oh Merlin, she thought, not controlling the mental images of them doing inappropiate things flooding her brain.
A minute ago, she had been hurt and angry at the same man who stood flush against her, and now all she could see, feel, and smell was him.
Fred wasn't thinking, clearly. He didn't even notice the position he had put them in until Filch came closer and he had leaned harder into the girl. The sound of her mouth releasing a gasp made him come to, finally realizing that the heat he could feel wasn't coming from him.
Her breasts were pressed hard against his chest, her small hands resting on his arms, the warmth coming from in between her legs.
Fred fought the urge to press a little harder, to lean a little lower, and to raise his leg just enough to hear her whimper.
Merlin, she felt so good pressed against him. All his hands wanted to do was feel every inch of her, starting with her breasts (which he had taken into account before, he estimated them to be slightly bigger and perkier than what his hand could fit), and ending at the place he would only dream to touch, to taste, to feel around his-
"Fred."
He couldn't help but smirk at the hoarseness of her trembling voice, she wanted this as much as he did.
"Yeah?" He whispered, looking into her eyes which was been clouded with lust.
"I think Filch is leaving." She said as she swallowed thick, her mouth feeling dry while another part of her body was becoming wet.
Mrs. Norris meowed loudly, not taking her red eyes off of the teenagers on the wall.
"What do you see, Mrs. Norris? Students out of bed?" Asked Filch as he scowled, squinting his eyes around the corridors.
"I don't think he is." Fred whispered back to her, lowering his head so his lips could graze the outside of Hermione's ear.
Hearing her sigh and seeing how she leaned her head to side made Fred want to throw his fist up in victory. In that moment, she wasn't Ron's first love nor Ginny's friend, she was just a beautiful girl that Fred couldn't get enough of.
Filch stood around for another minute, observing like a hawk while the cat stayed right by his side. After he realized that there were indeed no students (that he could see at least) out of bed, he gave up and began walking away, grumbling and mumbling to himself.
Hermione was surprised that Fred didn't back away the minute Filch left, not that she wanted him to either. Instead, she could swear he pushed her back just a little bit more, as if he were testing the waters. Her back was completely stuck on the wall now, they were so close that she was sure that if she were to be cold, Fred would definetly feel her nipples poking into his chest.
Fred didn't move his head away, his lips still next to her ear. Part of him wanted to stop this now and continue on their way, but the urge to have her right then and there were overpowering all of his common sense.
Fuck this, he thought and within seconds his lips were on Hermione's neck while his left hand gripped her thigh and hoisted it up to his hip, allowing his leg to finally reach the place he's been drooling about for the past few minutes.
Hermione's senses exploded. His lips felt so good against her neck, she leaned her head back while one of her hands tangled itself with the long red locks at the nape of his neck.
His hand felt so big as it ran up her thigh, coming to rest right below her behind, while her leg wrapped around his hips. She could feel how she needed him, urgently, as the spot between her legs began to throb, aching for any kind of stimulation.
She began to feel annoyed, Fred remained as still as he could be in between her legs, and she needed him to start doing something before she relieved herself with her own hands.
His kissing on her neck turned into wet, open mouthed kisses as he gently sucked and nipped at her skin and earlobe, making her whimper and tighten her grip of his hair. Fred felt like he could die happy right then and there, her heavy breathing and quiet sounds made him want to take everything to the next level. And the minute he felt her small hand wrap around his hips and bring him closer to her, he did.
Gripping her thigh, he slowly grinded into her. He needed more, he needed harder,faster. He needed way more, but he settled with the challenge of making the girl cum and plead for more by only grinding through their clothes. Especially after he heard her breathless moans.
"Oh Merlin." She whispered through her lips as they curled into a smile, closing her eyes in pure bliss and pressing her hips harder against his leg.
Slow grinding turned into faster, harder, and into exactly what they each needed. Hermione had to bite her lip to keep her voice contained while Fred moaned quietly into her neck, both of his hands now on her hips while she wrapped her other leg around his hips, allowing them both to move in a way that was so delicious to them both.
When Fred's simple grinding turned into harder thrusting, Hermione had experienced something she had never felt before. She could feel all the right places beginning to feel more sensitive while her toes curled, making her shut her eyes tightly and bite her lip even harder to avoid crying out loud.
Fred could feel how her hands gripped his shirt and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips while her breathing got faster and whimpers were caught at the back of her throat. For the first time, he leaned his head back to take a look at her face, and he wasn't disappointed by the view. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips raw from her teeth, her eyebrows drawn in. She was glowing as she rested her head on the cold wall.
He knew she was going to cum, and soon. He could read her like a book, and he knew that he didn't even have to finger her to make her come undone. Somehow, this made Fred want to fuck her even more, the fact that he could make her cum and cry out in pleasure so easily made him even harder as he thought of all the orgasms he could give her. He wanted to hear her scream while he did all types of things to her; finger her, taste her, fuck her in all the positions that existed. He bit his lip as he slowly moved his hand over to the front of her jeans, his long index and middle finger running up and down her slit through the hard material. Her mouth dropped open as she let out a quiet moan, enjoying the feeling of the pressure on one specific area. His thumb began to rub circles on her clitoris, slowly increasing the pressure, while his fingers continued to run up and down. She could feel her stomach tightening, and before she knew it or was even prepared of it, she cried out.
"Oh Merlin, oh fuck, I think- I think I'm-" She moaned as her legs shook slightly and her hands tightened around his shoulders so tightly, her nails dug in painfully.
She could feel her heartbeat between her legs as she tried to calm her breathing and clear the stars away from her vision. Was that what girls mean when they say they've had an orgasm?, Hermione wondered. Her one night of passion with Viktor Krum hadn't ended with her feeling like she had spent time in heaven.
"Let's go back so I can taste that pretty, tight cunt." He said, his voice dripping in lust. He couldn't get the image of her cumming out of his head, and he definetly didn't want it out.
Hermione opened her eyes, finally looking into his brown ones. And in that moment, they both felt like they've been splashed with a bucket of ice cold water. They backed away from each other as if they burnt their skin, both of them wide eyed and disheveled. No matter what they thought of each other before, in that moment Fred was Hermione's best friends' older brother, and Hermione was Ron's first love and Ginny's best friend.
Hermione couldn't say a word, nor did she want to, not after she was dry humped against a wall so hard that she had her first orgasm. Her stomach was it knots, not in the way it was before, and it made her feel sick. How could I do this to Ginny? To Ron?, she thought as she kept her eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to look at the tall boy in front of her.
Fred couldn't believe what he had done. She's Hermione for fuck's sake, you degenerate bastard, he mentally scolded.
"Hermione I-" Started Fred, only to be interrupted by footsteps.
"There you are! You've been gone for about half an hour, what's holding you up?" Asked the identical boy who was walking up to them.
"George, we lost track of time and Filch came around." Said Fred, not wanting to look at George in the eye.
George stared at the teens in front of him, not understanding why they looked so flushed. He made a mental note to quiz his brother about it later.
"Well, let's get a move on. Finnigan and I made a bet on who's to throw up first and I'm not letting him sabotage my competitor." He said before dragging them both out of the castle.
