Fred sat on the rug in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his back against the sofa. Everyone had since went to bed for the night and after a few rounds of tossing and turning he came downstairs to stare into the fireplace hoping it would relax him. He had been on edge ever since his run in with Hermione this morning. They had always joked around with each other before but this time had been different. This time Hermione took it a step further.
He knew she didn't mean to, that she was joking but his body didn't respond like it had been a joke." Oh yes Frederick. I cannot resist you. Please take me. Right here on the rug. Hell, bend me over the stairs and fuck me senseless." Merlin his cock nearly jumped out of his trousers right then and there. Those last three words replayed over and over in his head all day. Fuck me senseless. The most un Hermione like words came out of Hermione herself. He played it off as he normally would but internally he had been screaming WHAT THE FUCK?! Ron would have shit himself had he heard her. She was lucky it had only been George who overheard. If any of the gossip queens as he like to call them had heard, Hermione would have never lived it down.
Why had he reacted this way though? He had never been attracted to Hermione before. Yes she was a beautiful girl but she was too bookish for his liking. He had never seen her as anything but a close family friend. Fuck me senseless had changed that viewpoint. At first he thought it had just been a natural reaction, something that would go away after a few minutes. Seeing her standing there after Ginny's rescuing of him from Katie dashed that hope. The second his eyes met hers he knew there was a problem. Please take me. Right here on the rug..,bend me over the stairs...fuck me senseless, began running through his mind faster and faster until it became nothing but fuck me senseless. Her blush made him very aware that she was thinking about her earlier words as well. Was she having the same reaction as he was? Was she imagining him bending her over the stairs or taking her on the rug, the very rug he was sitting on.
Fred moaned in frustration as he pictured Hermione between his legs. What the hell was wrong with him? She was Ron's best friend and crush and here was his older brother fantasizing about her. He needed this to go away. Maybe he just needed to get laid. That has to be it. He had been single for quite awhile now. Maybe all this was just because he had been without for awhile and the first woman to talk dirty towards him caused his horny meter to skyrocket off the charts.
George's earlier words came to his head. Sweet sassy little mouth, he agreed with that comment fully. They always told her she had a sassy mouth whenever she would joke around with them. This morning however, that sassy mouth sounded so sweet to his ears.
Now he couldn't get sweet sassy mouth out of his head. Closing his eyes he could picture that sweet sassy little mouth wrapping around him. Her brown eyes looking to him for approval. Her small delicate hands holding him firmly as her head mouth went up and down his length. Could she fit all of him he wondered. She was a true Gryffindor so he knew she would swallow. Fuck he was hard. He thanked Merlin he was alone for there was no denying the tent he was pitching in his pajama bottoms. He could give himself some relief but knew he would start moaning and probably wake up the wizard and witches in the paintings. His cock was too hard and sensitive right now to be a quiet jerk off. He couldn't go to bathroom in the boys tower because of a chatty third year with a bladder problem. If anyone was in the bathroom when he was he struck up a convo. So if he used a silencing charm the kid would figure out eventually what was going on.
Gaining an idea, Fred lifted himself from the floor and walked toward the door to leave the Gryffindor common room. There was an empty classroom not far he could go in and relieve some stress. Halfway down the stairs he heard steps coming toward him. Silently cursing himself he sat down on the steps keeping his legs together and his torso bent slightly forward to disguise his boner and to make it seem like he was sitting down thinking. He knew he would look stupid but it was better than being caught hard as a rock. Hermione rounded the corner and Fred wanted to die. Of all the people it had to be Hermione.
Hermione knew she should leave the library but she wanted to wait until she knew Ginny was good and asleep before going back to the tower. The librarian had allowed her to stay knowing how good a student Hermione was. Twelve books had been piled around her since her arrival and she had only gotten through one of them. She couldn't get her mind off of Fred.
What had possessed her to respond so sexually this morning? To Fred of all people. All she could remember was wanting to win at his game. They always tease each other and he used his charming looks all the time but never had she went so far in that direction. He was Ron and Ginny's brother for merlin's sake. Yes they were close friends but not THAT close. It wasn't what she said that stunned her as much as how her body had reacted to it. The second the words left her mouth the images popped into her head. Fred on top of her. Underneath her. Behind her. She became aroused. That glorious warmth pooled between her legs at the thought of them together. She had felt it with Krum during fourth year but it had never been that intense and pleasurable. Krum grunted more than she would have thought when she gave her virginity to him. Not much of a turn on. She kind of felt a little something during her crush on Cedric but his cocky attitude after he won the Tournament dashed that fire quick. Not to mention he was with Cho, much to Harry's dismay.
She had hoped it was just a natural reaction. Krum had been her first and last time, and that was two years ago. When she saw Katie all over Fred earlier she had felt a twinge of jealousy. Why would she feel that if it was just hormones? And why did her nipples harden and her vagina fill with liquid fire when their eyes met. His grin told her he was thinking about what she had said and if she didn't know better she would have said he was enjoying it. It was Fred though, he thought of her as a sister most likely. Nothing more. She was imagining things.
Imagining things she truly was. Her legs rubbed against each other as she imagined Fred between her thighs. He stuck his tongue out at her all the time and now she was imagining that tongue somewhere else. She could almost feel his large hands on her body. His breath against her neck. His cock rubbing against her ass as he came up behind her. Would he be large? Would he be gentle or rough? Would he make her cum again and again?
Hermione jumped up from the table. She couldn't be thinking this way. She needed to take a cold shower and go straight to bed. No more of this nonsense about Fred, Hermione told herself. She just needed a good night's sleep is all. She sent the books back to their original locations and left the library. She could feel the dampness of her panties as she walked back toward the common room. She was just about to thank the stars for an empty hallway because her bra was doing nothing to disguise her hardened nipples when she rounded the corner and saw him.
Fred. Of all people it had to be Fred.