I don't own the characters, I just love them - Apples and Beckett.

Decorations

'Give it a rest Hermione' he called from the red couch in the room of requirement

'Well if you'd just help me it would be done!' she snapped.

She was perched atop a gold ladder, trying (without much success) to remove the horrid tinsel Fred had waved up there with his wand about an hour ago. She wasn't really sure why she had come to the Room of Requirement so early, their DA meeting wasn't for two or so hours. But when she had stepped through the door it had been clear. The Twins. She had arrived early to clean up the ridiculous mess they had created.

Fred said they had been practicing some new inventions to hopefully sell over the Christmas holidays, if they could perfect them in time. Yet George had left a while before Hermione had arrived, hoping undoubtedly to snatch some of the first years to test some new products on.

So far Hermione had found the extra tough spello-tape, which snaked its self around the intended gift un-wrapper so they couldn't find out what their present was. She had been livid when a whole roll had attached its self around her wrists, snaking up her arms, making Fred howl with laugher. But with her wand taped between her hands she had simply used a spell to free herself. This had annoyed Fred greatly and he started to jot down some notes.

Then there was twinkling baubles that reflected your face when you looked into them, then swirled and put funny things on your reflection like a big red hat, pirate eye patch, or in Hermione's case a handle bar moustache.

Sickly green looking candy canes that locked the consumers jaw - she hadn't tried these, just chucked them in a box, Fred complained from the couch where he was still writing notes but she ignored him. She was dumping each of the refilled boxes next to him as she sorted out the room, trying to safety proof it before their DA lesson that evening.

Finally she was tackling the obnoxious tinsel that would sprout mistletoe over the heads of those standing beneath it or shower buckets full of snow from silver bells. She had to admit (to herself) that is was very impressive. But after three buckets of cold snow over her and an entire mistletoe bush sprouting over Fred's head, followed by many suggestive comments, she was rather peeved at the decorations.

'Just leave it' he said watching her pulling another string down and chucking it into the box below. Making it only removable without magic had been Georgie's idea, and Fred had to admit, it gave it that extra level of elegance.

'No' she climbed down the ladder and pushed it across the floor to the next strand next to the couch, another dousing of cold snow dropped on her head as she went to untie the string. Some of it landed on Fred and he cackled in delight.

'Come on it will be funny, just think; Harry will be standing next to Cho and then BAM! Mistletoe! It will be hilarious to watch their faces!' He laughed, watching her struggle to untie the knot.

'That's horrid' she tugged at the strand angrily and swayed on the top step of the ladder.

'Hey, be careful' he said, a slight sense of worry in his voice.

'Ha! Coming from YOU?' she said in frustration and yanked the mischief string hard, over balancing and tumbling off the ladder.

She felt herself fall. The ladder falling with her.

Two grunts of pain filled the empty room.

She'd landed on Fred, who'd been sitting on the couch below.

From the force of the fall she and the toppled ladder had knocked the stacked up boxes surrounding Fred. They spilled over them, the reflective baubles bouncing and rolling away across the floor, the candy canes shattered as they hit the hard ground and the tape...the tape latched on to them, snaking around them binding them together.

'Gah!' she howled trying to remove herself from Fred's lap but finding herself fused to him. The tape didn't know whose arms belonged to who, so had wrapped them all up together instead. She thrashed around trying to snap the tape off with sheer force. She almost winded him as she tried to pull forcefully away from the tape, only to be ricocheted back into his chest. If he wasn't careful he'd either get a mouthful of hair or a broken nose if her head unexpectedly slammed backwards.

She was not impressed at all. She was LIVID.

Fred however was stuck in a rather different emotion. He'd been watching the prettiest witch walk around for over an hour, climbing up ladders in a skirt and carrying boxes big enough to press against her fine bosom. And now, here she was basically giving him an accidental lap dance.

'Help. Me. Get. These. Off' she snarled through gritted teeth, pulling at her wrists that were bound to his like handcuffs.

'Ok' He muttered. Yet as he went to grab the tape cuffs on her left wrist with his right, his arm pulled her in closer, so her back was pressed firmly into his chest. He wouldn't admit it, but he liked the feeling of her being so close - she smelt amazing. She continued to try and snatch at any piece of tape she could, making his arms - which were glued to hers, just jostle around unhelpfully. As they grabbed hopelessly at the glue like tape binding their wrists together, their uncoordinated movements jostled each over. Accidentally making her hips move and grind over his, making him physically bite back a moan.

After a few moments of struggling and basically thrashing around in frustration, Hermione was absolutely pissed off and Fred was utterly turned on.

'Idiot!' she groaned to herself, seeing wand laying next to them on the floor. She screwed up her eyes and concentrated hard on the nonverbal spell Relashio.

Their bindings broke and fell to the floor, leaving her stunned and sitting in his lap. She couldn't believe her idiotic moment of muggleness while he was praying she wouldn't feel his reaction to the situation.

But mere seconds later she realised she had something very prominent and hard pressing against her.

She gasped quietly.

He groaned in embarrassment.

In alarm she quickly tried to remove herself from his lap, but failed to pull herself up completely with her nonexistent grip on the couch edge, resulting in her crushing back into him. The sudden contact made him moan before he could stop himself and she sat stunned. Fred clapped both hands over his mouth as if he was trying to undo the sound. Had she just made him moan? Little, prefect, bookworm Hermione, made trouble maker Fred Weasley moan?

Curiosity got the better of her and she rolled her hips experimentally, his hands jumped to them and held her there without conscious thought, proof that he liked her action. She went to do it again, and his hands deftly helped guide her. Neither knew what exactly was happening, but neither wanted to stop. Following impulse, he lifted and spun her. She settled her knees either side of him and he lowered her back down on his lap. She even gave a soft gasp this time, the bulge in his robes pressing against her. He cupped a hand on her face, cocked an eyebrow in question and when she gave a gentle nod, pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was hot and intense. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him, her body pressed flush against his toned chest.

As he deepened the kiss she began to move her hips against his in an instinctual way. Neither of them noticed, until they suddenly did.

He let out a small groan and kissed her harder. His hand on her back trailed down to her butt then across to her hip, he began to push and pull it towards him, making her move along him. She understood what he wanted and began to repeat the movement, slow and firm against him. He kissed her cheek then down to her jaw, sucking on her pulse point for a moment - making her press harder into him. Increasing the pace, she moved her hips along him as she straddled his lap, making him lean back into the couch in pleasure. Surprised that she could keep the pace, she leant forward and kissed his lips, her tongue sliding out experimentally to trace his bottom lip. His hands were dancing over her body, memorising her curves.

As she pressed a little firmer against him she heard him gasp and buck his hips a little, not knowing why she grinned to herself and decided to quicken her pace. Bouncing on him, she heard him whisper something that sound like a swear word and somehow she knew he was close. His breath was now quick gasps; eyes were screwed shut and hand fisting the red material on the couch.

She had never been wicked before in her life, but now seemed the perfect time to start.

Her hips ground into his once more and he groaned in absolute pleasure, then she jumped off him.

'That's pay back for the decorations' she grinned wickedly, then walked with all the poise she had out of the room of requirement, pulling her skirt hem down as she went.

He sat.

Stunned, heart pounding, breath quick and a terrible throbbing in his pants. Oh well played Hermione, but this now means war…. he grinned.