Fred had been bragging for about two solid weeks that he had won their war, a pure mistake on his behalf.
Hermione was just silently biding her time, coming up with a simple yet effective revenge.
She cast her spell on Fred over lunch in the great hall as they all sat around laughing and eating, she had charms next and he had transfiguration. He gave her a sweet little kiss on the cheek as they walked off to class, then as she went to turn the corner into a corridor she heard him call after her
'I won sweetness' with a big grin on his face. She smiled and waved back at him
'Not yet' she whispered.
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Fred was finding it really hard to stay focused in class, professor McGonagall was explaining something important on the board, but he just couldn't seem to make it sink into his brain. He blinked a few times then was hit with what seemed like an invisible wave. Looking around nothing seemed to have changed, so he let the weird feeling pass. He wrote a few meaningless notes down as he tried to hear what Professor McGonagall was saying, then it happened. He heard the tiniest moan inside his head. He looked around very confused, yet it seemed no one had made a sound, so he shook his head and he looked down at his notes, but they didn't spell what he had written, they had changed. They now said:
I want you to kiss me with so much passion my cheeks turn as red as your hair
Fred spluttered, looking at the words again:
Once you have passed on the china tea cup you must pair it with the charm…
What was going on? Then he heard a satisfied sigh, yet looking around, no one in his class could of made it.
I want you to press me against a wall and show me your skills
Fred blushed, he recognised the handwriting.
She was evil. She had jinxed him, mixing her revenge with his desires and completely driving him crazy.
He dared to look at his notes again:
I want you Fred. I want all of you.
He clenched his hand on the desk and looked sideways at George sitting next to him, but he wasn't aware of what was happening to his brother, it was only visible to Fred. That little minx.
I know you want to make me moan your name
Fred's breathing was hitched, the charm was reading his deepest secrets, and using Hermione's handwriting. It was too much.
'Mr. Weasley, no the other one, how many turns to the tea cup should you do to ensure proper transfiguration?'
'Huh?' he mumbled
'Pay attention' Professor McGonagall snapped
'Right…' Fred muttered
You want to run your hands over my soft skin, kiss me till I can't breathe, show me how much you love me…
He banged his fist lightly on the desk trying to shake off the spell
'Mr. Weasley please stop that interrupting sound'
'Sorry Professor' he muttered and barely managed to stop himself banging the desk again when he saw the next line of writing.
You want to feel me pressed against you, warm and soft, wanting you. You need to show me how much you want me, to kiss my lips, neck, chest, stomach…
Fred dug his fingers into his knee, holding on for dear life. He was in a delicious hell.
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'Granger!' He half yelled, half groaned in longing as he finally reached the great hall for dinner.
'What?' she blinked at him sweetly, still standing near the dinner tables.
'What! What! You put a spell on me!' he said in agony.
'And if I did?' she looked at him with an innocent pout, dropping her bag to the floor and sliding it under the bench.
'Not funny, I was in the middle of class!'
'We never called a truce, so it seems like I win' she grinned with a wicked glint in her eye, stepping into his personal space.
Fred groaned, god she was perfect, and he was definitely going to have to get her back...
'It was evil! I loved it...but pure evil!' He hissed at her, hands starting to run over her back and arms, drawing her to him
'What actually happened?' she asked curiously, wrapping her arms around his waist.
'You don't know?' he blinked down at her in shock.
'Well I wanted you to be distracted…'
'Yep' he groaned
'And I wanted you to see how bad it was when you didn't focus in class…'
'Oh I couldn't focus…' his eyes glazed over
'And how school would be really hard if you didn't actually try'
'Something was hard' he muttered under his breath.
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