After a few weeks of making out in the room of requirement, Hermione had become rather more experienced with the whole thing. She now had the courage to undo Fred's buttons and slip the Gryffindor tie off his neck, the first time she had tired she had been a bit nervous and accidently pulled on the wrong part of the tie and almost choked him. He had found it endearing how embarrassed she had gotten by this little mistake, and wondered if she would find it embarrassing when they used his tie to purposely restrain each other.

One of Fred's favorite moments was when he managed to get Hermione out of her white school blouse, revealing a simple understated flesh coloured bra. She had blushed profusely and said sorry because he must have been expecting sexy, lacy underwear, to which he scoffed and told her that she was the sexy and that she needed no lace to prove it. She had turned scarlet at this and become shy; he had had to kiss her back into a relaxed state of calm, and then retold her just to make sure that she had actually heard him.

It was now normal for them to be wrapped around each other, both shirtless and hands roaming over each other's warm skin. However, Fred actually removing Hermione's bra was a very new revelation, and he honestly thought he was in heaven. They were the softest, smoothest, silkiest, perfect size. They fit inside his hand, which is where he liked them to be. When he had decided to drop his head from her pulse point and slowly kiss down her chest, he had gone slowly enough that she could of stopped him if she wasn't ready. He noticed her breathing was more of a struggle, so he had paused and dropped butterfly kisses along her collarbone and stroked her arm gently. When he had kissed her breast, they both made noises. He had groaned with desire and longing, while she had gasped with surprise and delight.

Hermione had been surprised to find out that Fred made almost the same noises she did when she teased his nipples with her tongue. Learning that she could make him groan, moan and whine, was oddly empowering, and she loved it.

As these adventures had continued, they had slowly escalated, to the point that Hermione was finding that she was becoming turned on more and faster. Resulting in her want and need to increase. It had started with her in his lap, kissing him deeply, with him letting out content moans as his hands explored and his pants beginning to become to tight for her to play ignorant. Shifting to kiss his other jaw line, she had almost gasped from the feeling of rubbing against him. He had noticed, and actually balled his fist behind her back so that she didn't see how turned on he was. She had been in an adventurous mood that day, so she had wiggled her hips again and they both caught their breath. She had wiggled again to check that he really had caught his breath, his hands sprang to her hips, holding her to him fast, making her gasp then bite her lip to try and stop the sound escaping. Seeing her do this made him snap, he'd groaned and pulled her face to his and kissed her fiercely, she'd kissed back with the same need. He'd turned them and laid her back on the large couch, then lent over her. He held his body just over hers, but she had pulled him down to her and held him close with her hands pressing into his back. He had grinned and kissed her deeply, then down her pulse point to her collar and back up. He'd gently nudged her knees apart with his own then very slowly lowered himself against her. She was surprised by his weight and also how comforting it was, and then she noticed him pressing against her. A light blush had appeared on her cheeks, but she kissed his lips and whispered 'Show me?' he had grinned and kissed her back. She had expected him to move his hips and press against her center, but after a moment she felt his hand sliding up her stocking clad inner thigh, and when it met her core she'd gasped. He had drawn light feather like patterns against her until he stopped,

'Breathe Hermione' he had chuckled

'Oh I forgot' she whispered, it felt incredible and she had become utterly distracted.

'You'll need to remember to breath, even when it feels…' he scrapped his fingers along her damp underwear harder; making her gasp 'even better' he chuckled deeply in her ear.

She had tried to remember his advice, but when the next time they found themselves in the Room of Requirement, and they were basically in the same position, though both of their shirts were missing, she had forgotten again. He had removed her stockings and replaced his hand against her damp cotton underwear, massaging her center and kissing her lips, while his other hand roamed her upper body. But when he had dipped his hand under the elastic waistband and brought his fingers against her hot wet center she had utterly forgotten to breathe. But so did he. He had murmured something in her ear, but she was too distracted because his fingers had started to move against the place she wanted them most.

The time after that, he had rubbed against her core with the tip of his fingers, and sucked her pulse point until she had been panting and starting to feel strange.

'Uh Fred…' She began

'Hermione?' He had murmured against her ear, having just kissed her cheek

'Um…' she tried to explain the feelings she was getting

'Is everything ok?' he asked looking her in the eyes.

'Yeah, but you might want…to slow down a bit…its starting to feel a bit…intense' she said between gasps for air.

'Hold in a bit longer and I promise it will be worth it' he said, she utterly trusted him, so she did. 'Just relax and allow yourself to feel it'

'It?' She asked

He just grinned and kissed her deeply as he increased his hand speed and massaged her breast with the other. In only a minute or two Hermione had been gasping and letting out a new moan, digging her fingers into his back as her body shook.

Fred had felt ridiculously proud. And vowed to himself that with time he would make her feel so good and comfortable with him that she wouldn't just make a small shy moan, she was shout, scream, cry his name.

This plan began the very next time they were alone, when he had slide his finger inside of her and she had gasped. He had groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder; she was so soft and warm, so wet and silky. He desperately wanted to go faster, but she wasn't ready and he would never rush her. He had curled his finger inside of her, making her bite back a moan. He had told her then that she shouldn't be shy to make any noises, and that she was so much sexier then she could ever realize. But it would still take her months to become comfortable with herself to make loud, sexy moans and cries.

The first time she had slide her hand down his torso and under the waist band of his boxes had been an intense moment for him. He'd been so worried that just her mere touch would send him over the end and he didn't want to startle her. But he had just managed to contain himself, although she had had the satisfaction of reminding him to breathe, which made him laugh. She had been rather intimidated, actually holding him in her hand, she'd realized just how big and hard he was. Just two of his fingers inside of her was tight, she felt sure that he would never fit. Admitting this to him had made his chuckle and assured her that when she was ready, she would stretch, yes she would be tight, but that was one of the factors that made sex feel so good.

On their latest escapade, they had actually completely undressed and fooled around on the comfortable big bed in the Room of Requirement. He had gotten her to moan his name, which he was rather chuffed about, while she had managed to make him reach pure bliss, which she was utterly proud about. After each had come down off their highs, Fred had still been ready for more action, so she had asked, after a few pauses and shy looks away, if she could feel what it was like to have him against her. He had agreed, but told her before lowering his hips to hers, that even if she liked or loved the feeling they would not go all the way, this was a good test to see if she was ready. Knowing that he wouldn't become overcome with lust and push into her, made her breathe easier and more excitement built as he had lowered his body down onto hers. Their warm skin-to-skin contact felt incredible, she loved how it felt when they moved together, but this thought was pushed from her mind when he pressed his tip against her wet center. They both gasped at the sensation, and when he slid along her folds she gasped and he groaned her name.

After a while she had become needy and began to move her hips against him, making him literally drop his head and bite his hand that had just brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her hands wondered down to his hips and began to pull against them, wanting more contact. Fred had stopped them there, knowing that if they didn't stop then, they would have both become lost in the moment completely. Their first time was going to be special and more planned then this make out session.

Next time was going to be amazing…

-Apples and Beckett

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