Fred had been so happy and delightfully frustrated by Hermione's last trick that he had decided he need to think his next prank through really, really well.

During the next couple of weeks, they continued to be happy together, kisses good morning, walking through the castle hand in hand (he had finally managed after weeks of effort to allow him to carry her heavy bag for her), reading over each other's essays and homework, Hermione coming to watch him play quidditch, making out in dark secluded corners while she was on prefect duty (his favourite pass time) and snuggling by the fire as she read school books and he pretended not to just simply stare at her.

But now the time for pay-back had arrived.

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'Break the jinx' she moaned 'Please Fred' she had been begging him for two hours now. He had cast the spell late last night after a very long, past midnight, study session.

'Nope' He grinned; though this punishment was also working against him too… he really needed some of her brains...

'I can't stand not feeling you. Do you know how horrible it is to know I'm holding your hand but no be able to feel it?' She said sadly.

It had been hilarious to watch her slowly realise that she couldn't feel his skin. At first she thought he had just kissed her so softly she could hardly feel it, but when she bumped into him climbing out of the portrait hole she was slightly confused. Then at breakfast they both reached absentmindedly for a piece of toast, but she didn't feel his hand. But it was when she went to run her fingers through his messy hair after first class- charms (they had been practicing atmospheric charms again, Lee had accidentally made a mini tornado in the middle of the classroom) that she really started to notice. Her face looked confused and she tried again, then again, finally smacking him apparently hard on the chest but they both didn't feel anything. Her look of horror then understanding was incredible to behold.

'Bad?' he grinned

'Very…please just stop it'

'You're a clever witch, you can work this out'

'Not fast enough' she pouted.

'Aww' he chuckled and went to embrace her, but only felt cold air as he wrapped his arms around her.

Fine. If he wasn't going to play nice, neither would she. She watched herself grab his hand so that she knew she was holding on to him then dragged him off up the corridor.

'Where are we going' He laughed, happily following along.

'You'll see' she pulled him along faster; till they got to the door she needed, muttered the password and pulled Fred into the room after her. She locked the door and turned to him with the stern look that he loved so much.

'Uh…why are we in the prefect's bathroom?'

'I have a theory…' Hermione smirked, she wasn't entirely sure where this brave side of her had come from, but she wasn't questioning it.

'Oh yeah' He cocked an eyebrow

'Yeah' she walked backwards, towards the showers, past the huge in-ground bath.

'Care to share?' he asked following slowly after her

'Well…maybe I can wash the jinx off…' she said and she grinned as his eyes widened 'I'm sure I have read somewhere about water being able to defuse the effects of surface charms, so why not jinx's too?' she grinned; stopping to kick off each shoe. She grabbed her school tie and began to untie it

'Hermione' Fred crocked, eyes fixed on her

'Yes?' she smiled, pulling the tie from around her neck and letting it fall to the ground

'I…you…' he had no words.

'So you agree then' she smirked 'water seems the only way? Ok' she began to undo the top button on her blouse

'Would you like to help?' she asked in such a un-Hermionish way it took even her by surprise.

Fred simply nodded and almost tripped over his feet in his haste. He undid a button and then another, if the jinx hadn't been there, his fingers would of stroked her soft skin. When he had unbuttoned past her simple white bra he had to stifle a moan of longing. With her whole shirt now hanging open, he saw his hands slide around her waist and pull her to him. But he couldn't feel it. Why had he done this spell! It was more torturous to him then her! Stupid stupid STUPID idea!

Hermione fumbled with his school tie then shirt buttons, he saw her hands run over his stomach and chest, he almost shuddered

'If only I could feel your skin on mine' she whispered in his ear, oh she was evil! She was so evil and clever and hot! He loved it so much.

'You wish' He said though gritted teeth as he kicked off his shoes too

'Oh I do' she stuck out her bottom lip and pretended to look very sad

'I know what you're doing, you won't win' he said, his jaw seemed fused together.

'What am I doing?' she smiled as she played with his shirt.

'You're being all sexy to get me to break the jinx'

'Sexy?' She looked at him '...you think I'm sexy?' she asked honestly, never having been called it before.

'Oh you have no idea!' He groaned just looking at her

'Really?' she looked confused and a little bit pink in the cheeks

'Very' he nodded, she was quiet for a minute, letting this revelation sink in then,

'Prove it' she grinned

'What?' his jaw dropped

'Prove that you think I am sexy' she smiled

'H...how?' he groaned, knowing the answer

'Oh I am sure you will find a way' she smirked. How had his own revenge turned against him? This was so unfair! There she was looking as sexy as hell, basically begging him to do what he wanted! Slam her against a wall and run his hands all over her and kiss her soft hot skin and… FRED! Get a grip on yourself! She can't win!

'I think you'll find I can' she grinned

Had he said that out loud? Or was his face that easy to read.

'I'm going to go over here...' she started to walk away from him 'let me know when you decide'

'Hermione…'

'This is your jinx Fred, only you can break it' she bit her lip and he almost lost it right then.

She turned and walked off down the room towards the showers, she pulled her shirt off as she went so that she was left in her black stockings, school skirt and bra. He watched her hips swing slightly, her long magically regrown hair glint in the bathroom light and the soft skin on her lower back seemed to draw his fingers towards it. He stood rooted to the spot, he was in a real fix, he was determined to win this war, but at the same time she was just so…

She walked into a shower cubical, he heard the water turn on then she stuck her head around the edge of the cubical wall.

'You joining me?' she smiled.

That did it.

He was there in seconds, lifting the jinx with a nonverbal spell. He crashed into her, holding her tight to him as he kissed her fiercely, she gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Their bare torso's rubbing against each other's, making each of them shudder in delight.

'Told you' she grinned

'Shut up' Fred growled and pinned her against the wall, water spraying down his back as his lips attacked hers. Her hands fumbled with the wet material that was his shirt, eventually managing to pull it down his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. She turned them, so that now he was against the wall and she had the shower spraying water down on her, she leant forward and nipped his bottom lip, and he actually moaned. She leant back to look him in the eyes, with a huge smile on her face, then kissed him with all the passion she could muster. He wrestled desperately with his stupid wet shirt, trying to free his arms so that he could hold her, touch her.

She dropped her lips down to his jaw and used her tongue to collect the shower spray that was on his skin, making him shudder in delight. Her hands were roaming all over his chest, tracing his muscles and driving his senses crazy. She started to kiss down his chest, making him bit his lip and fight even harder against his fabric shackles. Finally he was free, and not losing a moment, he grabbed her body and spun them around, pushing her warm skin into the cool wall behind her, he pressed himself against her, kissing her deeply and with such need, while his hands ran all over her torso and chest, tugging at the waist band of her skirt or wrapping his arms around the small of her waist so that he could pull her closer.

He dropped his lips to her neck and heard her moan, the sound driving him mad with want. His skilled hands massaged her breast through her bra, making her mew with pleasure. He started to trail a string of kisses down to her chest, where he set a bunch of kisses on the soft mounds of her breasts before dropping lower to kiss down her flat torso, she shuddered in delight as his soft warm lips kissed her sensitive skin and she pulled him back up and kissed him deeply. He pressed fully against her, desperately wanting to feel more of her, hold her closer, if it was possible. She flinched.

He instantly pulled away.

'Hermione?' concern in his eyes. She blushed and tried to pull him back to her to cover up what had just happened 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing's wrong' she said not fully meeting his eyes

'What did I do?' he asked concerned, putting his hands on both her arms, looking her in the eyes.

'Nothing' she muttered, but her eyes gave it away, flitting down to his hips for a split second.

'Oh...' he whispered more to himself 'It's ok Love, rather new to all this stuff?'

Hermione bit her lip and looked at the floor, the shower raining just over their heads

'Don't be embarrassed!' he said, pulling her chin up to look her in the eyes 'I kind of like that I'm the first guy whose got the honour to touch this rockin' bod' he grinned and she laughed in-spite of herself, most of the tension leaving her frame. 'Plus you get to learn from the best' he wiggled his eyebrows

'The best?' she looked at him with a half amused half exasperated look

'Oh yeah, I am incredibly awesome' Fred laughed 'No, in all seriousness Hermione, you have nothing to be shy or worried about, my only aim is to make you as happy as possible. We go at your pace' he smiled down at her with such affection that it made her heart skip a beat.

'Kiss me?' she asked with a small smile

'You understand what I've said? We go at your pace'

'My pace...ok' she smiled, looking quite relieved. Then she smiled 'I'm definitely up for kissing'

'Oh thank Merlin!' he crashed his lips against hers and wrapped his arms around her, as she laughed and kissed him back.

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While kissing Hermione with all the patience and passion he had, his hands went slowly exploring. When they reached her chest, his hands kneaded her soft skin making her purr against him; her fingers were twisted up in his wet hair, as she kissed him back. Slowly her hands followed after his, her left hand splayed across the back of his neck, holding his lips against hers while her right moved lower. Her delicate fingers danced across his bare, wet chest, circling around his nipples making him shudder in delight. Her fingers were skimming across his torso, as his hand went to dip lower, but she caught it with hers as it reached the hem of her skirt.

'Can…can I go first?' she asked timidly

'Anything you want' he said giving her a confidence filling smile, knowing her well enough to know that it had taken a lot of courage for her to say and to be so vulnerable at the same time.

She smiled at him and kissed him again slowly, distracting her brain as her hand ghosted down his torso to the top of his pants. He ran his hands over the small of her back, loving how soft her skin was. She slowly led her fingers down the fabric of his pants and felt him harden even more, just at her slightest touch. She felt him grit his teeth as they kissed and took it as a good sign. She turned her hand so that her palm was facing him then boldly pressed her hand against him. He moaned loudly, then clapped a hand to his mouth, looking sheepish. She used her left hand to drag his hand down.

'Sorry' he blushed

'Don't be' she smiled, also blushing. Her hand could feel the size of him and it was making her turn crimson. Her fingers began to gently squeeze and trace along him, he faulted and his head fell into the crook of her shoulder. She liked how she could hear his ragged breathing, and how he seemed to respond so well to her naive touch. She had been nervous about this part, but now that she was touching him, feeling what she had been unsure about, she felt more intrigue and anticipation than apprehension. She grasped him harder in experimentation and heard him give a strangled exhale. Then he started to suck on her pulse point hungrily, her eyes fluttered closed and her own breath faltered.

She rubbed her hand against him in retaliation to the feeling he was creating on her neck and they both loved it, she could feel him gasp every so often then suddenly, he grabbed her hand

'My turn' he said hungrily, throwing her arms around his neck, she blushed again and he kissed her deeply. He stepped her back against the wall and pushed himself flush against her, she felt him pushing against her hip. His left hand cupped her face sweetly while his other run down her torso to her skirt, that he personally thought was the most horrid piece of clothing in the world right now. He undid it and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in her black stockings beneath which he guessed where white underwear to match her bra. His hand returned to her hip as he continued to kiss her, then slowly descended her thigh, then he trailed it across her leg so he could inch his way up her inner leg. He had to force himself to go extra slow, she was new to all of this, and he was determined not to stuff up or rush her. Her breathing was calm, but full of anticipation. Eventually his fingers met her warm centre, he traced his fingers along her and she melted in his arms, he grinned to himself, letting his lips trail to her pulse point and suck happily.

He wiggled his fingers against her stocking clad centre like he was playing the harp, and by her reaction, could tell she could feel everything. Then he began to curl his fingers and her breath stammered, he pushed his fingers firmly against her core and she seemed to push her hips back sub-concisely. Cupping his whole hand against her now, he ground his palm in little circles and she gasped in delight, the sound turning him on so much. He was beginning to work her up quite a bit when she dropped her hand to his hips and rubbed her hand against him in some form of release. He almost buckled under her touch. They worked their hands against one another, taking it in turns to kiss each other's neck and suck on their pulse point.

'I have a better idea' Fred muttered against Hermione's sweet lips, he draw his hand away from her core and heard her give a tiny huff, making him laugh, then he pulled her hand away from him, making him silently groan. He then pulled her close, putting both hands on her hips. He looked into her eyes to ask if she was ok with it, and she nodded. He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. When their hips joined and they were pressed so intimately together, they both moaned in enjoyment. Fred rolled his hips experimentally and she bit her lip, pulling him closer with her legs. He grinned wickedly and kissed her.

A sudden banging on the prefects bathroom door startled them, quickly they broke apart, grinning with flushed cheeks.

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