Fred Weasley

Hermione reached Greenhouse Five with no trouble, despite the wintry storm that had been pummeling Hogwarts for a good portion of her fifth year. She could brave the January cold if it meant she would not get behind on any Herbology homework. The warmth of the greenhouse was refreshing and in sharp contrast to the bitter cold outside. Hermione quickly shrugged off her robe and was preparing to find a hook to hang it on when a hand took it from her.

"Allow me," said a voice and Hermione screamed. She had not expected anyway else in here. Fred Weasley was startled by her fear, but calmed when her fright turned into laughter.

"Sweet Merlin, Fred! I didn't think anyone else was in here!" Fred quickly apologized and hung her robe on the hook. Hermione was surprised to see a Weasley twin here of all places, and on a Saturday no less. Surely he wasn't studying? The Weasley twins had absolutely no reputation when it came to academics. When she asked, Fred claimed he was in fact studying, but she was not convinced. So great was her skepticism that she even lightly accused him of being sent down here to bother her by Harry and Ron. Fred swore up and down he was there on purely academic terms, and promised not to bother her as he sat down at a table.

Hermione warily sat at a table on the other side of the aisle, still unsure about Fred's presence. Well, at least there's something nice to look at now, she thought as she took another quick glance at the redhead. He was scrawling notes across a piece of parchment while running his left hand through his messy hair, making it messier. Hermione leaned in a little closer to make sure that he was in fact doing Herbology work, but ended up admiring his long, nimble fingers. When she peered up again, she found Fred smiling at her, and she had to quickly avert her eyes to her textbook. She hastily opened her notes so she looked busy and drew a diagram of a Puffapod, labeling each part and sneaking a few extra gazes toward Fred.

"Did you need something, Hermione?" he asked with a wink as her brown eyes found his for the umpteenth time.

Hermione could feel her face turn the color of the Fanged Geranium petals as she stammered "Uh, no…I'm fine, thanks." Her face continued to burn with embarrassment as Fred stood and made his way over to her table.

"Well, do you mind if I join you? It's lonely over there." He pouted his lips, and there was no way Hermione could refuse. She moved her books and her plopped down in the seat next to her.

Hermione shook her head as Fred pulled out a few books and some diagrams. "I still can't believe you are doing actual school-related work," she told him, shaking her head.

Fred raised his chin. "I happen to care about my schooling, Hermione. And besides, some of these plants are pertinent ingredients for our Skiving Snackboxes."

"I should have known," she muttered.

Fred leaned in closer to her and whispered, "But if I would have known that I might have run into you here, I'd have stopped by more often."

Hermione's quill dropped out of her hand as she turned to face his bright smile before he casually returned to his book. It took a moment for the look of shock to leave her face. "Calm down, clam down, he must be delusional or something," she continually told herself.

Jerkily, she picked up her discarded quill from her lap, but bumped Fred's arm with her hand. They both watched as her quill soared through the air and landed behind some Mandrakes. Hermione stood to retrieve it.

"I'll help you look for it," Fred said. They both walked around the pots and spades on the floor and bent to pick it up at the same time. They collided as they stood and knocked an empty pot onto the floor. Fred and Hermione both watched in horror as the pot knocked over a humongous bag of soil. Their eyes grew wider as the bag bumped into a rake, which made a row of pots fall in line like dominoes. Loud bangs and numerous crashes echoed throughout the greenhouse as an effect of the chain reaction.

"Oh shit!" Fred exclaimed.

"Make it stop!" Hermione shouted as she watched the mess grow. Finally a tall, pink flower fell off the last table, and once again the greenhouse was silent.

"Are you all right?" Fred finally asked.

"Yes, and you?"

He nodded but looked distractedly over Hermione's shoulder. She followed his gaze and turned to find a trail of purple smoke creeping across the greenhouse toward them.

"What is that?" Fred asked as he took Hermione's hand and started to lead her away from the spreading haze.

"It's familiar, but I'm not quite sure," she pondered. Hermione froze in place and her jaw fell open as the purple wisps surrounded them. "Oh no…I think that's the perfume from a Venetian Lust Flower."

"A Venetian what?" Fred asked, but it was too late. He watched as Hermione reached toward and brushed his shaggy hair away from his eyes. He had no idea why she was touching him so intimately, but he didn't much care, because her soft fingertips felt like perfection. He began to feel a little dizzy as Hermione proceeded to press herself on her tiptoes and slowly lick her lips. Suddenly Fred wanted nothing more than to kiss her, so he did.

Hermione gasped as his lips crashed against hers in a powerful kiss that she felt throughout her entire body. She was very aware that she needed his lips, like her very being depended upon it. She needed more. As the perfume swirled around them, she pushed Fred back against one of the long greenhouse tables and pressed herself against him. He in turn wrapped his arms around her and snogged her until he could barely breathe.

"Hermione," he whispered her name against her lips. "What's happening?"

Hermione pressed herself further into the kisses, wishing Fred wouldn't try to speak. A small moan escaped her as he nibbled on her lower lip. His fingers, which she had rightly admired earlier, followed a lazy path down her back, finding the gap between her sweater and her skirt. He tickled her skin, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck for his lips to explore. "Why can't I help myself?" he asked, alternating his words with nips to her flesh.

"Oh! I don't know!" she gasped, inhaling more of the perfumed, purple mist that had managed to fill all of Greenhouse Five. "I want your lips on mine," she commanded, and immediately Fred did as he was told. Every time one had to pull away to take a breath, the other would quickly pull them back for more. It was a tug of war, and neither wanted to reach a goal and force an ending to their snogging.

Suddenly, Fred wrenched himself away from Hermione's kisses and held her at arm's length. Hermione, looking scandalized, reached for Fred and tried to get him closer to her. "Wait. I don't know what in the name of Merlin is going on here, but you need to know that I've wanted to do this for awhile now," Fred told her. After he saw Hermione's bright smile, he pulled her against him once more and gently cupped her chin in his palms as his lips met hers over and over.

In desperate need of more of Fred Weasley, Hermione practically lunged at him, causing them both to tumble to the soil-covered floor. Hermione giggled as Fred pinned her to the ground beneath him and nibbled at her lips.

Just as she rolled on top of him, the greenhouse door squeaked open, and they froze as they saw Professor Sprout hurry inside, leaving the door open in the process. She waddled to her desk on the far wall, still bundled up in her winter robes. Fred held Hermione against him, silently kissing the side of her neck while Hermione watched their Herbology teacher from her position on top of Fred.

Professor Sprout shuffled around, looking through her desk drawers, giving Hermione a chance to steal a kiss from Fred before putting her finger up to her lips, motioning for him to continue to be quiet. Fred quickly replaced her finger with his lips and they were quickly engaged in more snogging. Before they knew it, they heard the door close and turned to see their professor was gone. "That was close," Hermione sighed against his lips.

"Quite," Fred agreed, suddenly acknowledging that although he no longer needed to kiss Hermione, he still wanted to. Desperately.

Hermione glanced around and quickly stood, pulling Fred to his feet as well. "Look. The purple mist from the Venetian Lust Flower is gone," she commented, feeling sad that she no longer felt like her life depended on kissing Fred.

After she realized that Fred was covered in soil, she looked down at her school uniform and laughed. "We look awful!"

Fred leaned down and gently kissed her. "You look adorable." Hermione blushed at his words. Fred cleared his throat and continued. "I don't know what really happened, with that lust flower and everything. But I don't want to have to stop kissing you like that." Fred could feel that his own cheeks were aflame as well.

"We don't have to stop," she promised, accepting another kiss. "But we're both filthy," she added.

Fred examined his robes and sniffed his shirt. "And I smell like lusty perfume."

Hermione but her lip as she considered her options. She didn't want to leave Fred, but she needed to get cleaned up. "Meet me in Greenhouse One after dinner?"

"Deal," Fred agreed with a wink. "But only if you meet me in Greenhouse Six tomorrow afternoon."

They left Greenhouse Five, but both of them dashed back through the snow to Greenhouse One directly after dinner. This time, they did not need a Venetian Lust Flower to get the snogging stared.