As soon as they appeared in Fred's flat, his lips were on hers again. He guided her backwards towards the sofa where he pulled off her sweater and her skirt along with his own tshirt and trousers. Standing in his grey boxers, he slowly started pulling off her pantyhose while he placed small kisses all down her legs and feet. She had never expected him to be so gentle during sex.

Fred pulled the last of her wollen grey pantyhose off her feet and took a moment to look her over as she was lying in nothing but her purple underwear.

"Blimey, you look amazing!" Fred exclaimed as he took a moment to stare at her body. By the look in his eyes, Hermione could see just how turned on he was and she couldn't help but smile triumphantly.

He bent down to kiss her neck and the skin between her breasts. As his lips reached her stomach, he blew a raspberry and looked up at her with a cheeky grin, making her laugh loudly.

He pulled her to her feet and sat himself down on the sofa where she had been lying only seconds before. His boxers looked uncomfortably tight, but she noticed that he wanted to make everything about her.

He took her wrists and pulled her down on top of him so she was straddling him. He reached for his wand, muttered a spell, and made her bra fly across the room.

"Smooth," she laughed at him.

"I was never a friend of those little hinges," he said with a crooked smile.

Hermione laughed again and wondered if she had ever had this much fun during sex before.

He looked at her naked torso and admired her build before he took her nipple in his mouth while he caressed the other breast with his hand. Hermione moaned against the sensation and felt Fred twitch beneath her. She grabbed a fistful of his flaming red hair, and pulled slightly. He hummed against her nipple, sending shockwaves down her body. She squirmed against him to cause friction.

"Not now, love," Fred stopped her, "I'm not going to last that long," he grinned, "not with you being this bloody sexy!"

She kissed his lips and pushed her body up against his. She felt him flick his wand, apparating them both to his bedroom. Hermione landed softly on his bed while Fred was towering above her. He took her right ankle in his hand and kissed her all down her leg, placing small wet kisses at especially her inner thighs. She gasped as he grazed the place were she wanted him to touch the most.

Finally, he hitched a finger at each side of her knickers, and pulled them off her painfully slowly.

Once more, he stopped to look her over. Hermione noticed that his cheeks were flushed with lust, "you are so bloody gorgeous," he said and parted her folds slightly. He got down on his knees in front of her and whispered softly, "I've wanted to do this so badly for so long," before she felt his tongue at her core.

She moaned loudly and gasped as she felt two fingers inside of her, pumping rythmically in and out of her while his tongue was performing magic at her core. He hummed against her, causing waves of pleasure to be sent through her body as she cried out his name with her release.

As she had come down from her high, she realised that Fred was on the bed next to her, pulling her on top of him. He definitely wasn't done with her yet.

He placed his hands on her hips and let her grind against his erection. He groaned every time she moved. She reached for his wand, pointed to his boxers, and used the same spell he had used to send her bra flying. She rocked against him a few times enjoying the sensation of skin against skin until she climbed down from him and put her lips on his manhood. She heard him hiss as her tongue started swirling around his head. She used her hand to stroke his length while she used her tongue sloppily.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She heard Fred pant above her and saw his desperate look as she met his eyes, "Hermione, stop! Stop!" He groaned and she stopped, "not yet.." he panted as he had calmed down a bit, "I want you to ride me," he said and stroked himself slowly.

She climbed on top of him and cast a contraceptive spell using his wand. Slowly, she lowered herself down on him, and enjoyed the sensation of being filled by him. They maintained eyecontact while Fred slid inside her with a soft moan. Hermione thought to herself that she had never heard such a sexy sound before. She rode him slowly at first but picked up the pace as she felt Fred's hand running feverishly over her body. She bent her upper body over him and let him set the pace. Her nails were digging into his skin and her teeth sank into his freckled shoulder while he thrusted his hips repeatedly.

Suddenly, he stopped and flipped her over, clearly wanting to be more in control. He pushed inside of her from behind and began pumping in and out of her with much more force than before. Hermione moaned into the mattress and felt her second release approach. She moaned his name repeatedly as waves of pleasure like she had never imagined before came rushing over on her. He picked up the pace and she suddenly felt him stiffen while he too started moaning loudly as he came inside of her while caressing her hips.

He stayed inside of her while he gained his breath before he performed a scourgify on himself and Hermione, and plumped down next to her.

"You have no idea for how long I've been wanting to do that," Fred said triumphantly. He was still panting.

"That was amazing," Hermione laughed, her skin glistening with sweat, "amazing!"

Fred rolled over to her side and kissed her softly, "are you staying the night?"

"As much as I want to, I better get back. They probably expect me to be up quite early tomorrow."

"Bugger...Christmas morning. I completely forgot!"

"And I'll probably have to be up in about..." she looked at her watch, "...yep, three hours," she groaned.

Fred groaned next to her, "is it that late already?"

"I honestly better get going," Hermione said and stood up from the bed.

"Or you could stay here and sneak in tomorrow morning?" Fred tried pulling her back to bed.

"And survive Christmas morning with three screaming toddlers, a hangover, and on top of that no sleep? No thanks."

"Oh god," Fred groaned, burying his face in the pillow already dreading the next morning.