The Best Laid Plans
Fred Weasley had pulled Hermione Granger into the backroom of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to show her a new product he had developed. This had become a fairly regular occurrence during the last three weeks.
Fred's determination to astound Hermione with his ingenuity had developed after she'd let slip one Friday that magical innovation was a huge turn on for her. That same evening, he'd dragged her away from the Leaky Cauldron and back to the Wheezes' workshop where he'd showed her a ring that made the hand that it was worn on and whatever that hand touched invisible. Hermione had been so impressed that they'd ended up snogging for the rest of the evening. If tonight's invention was as spectacular as any of the last four Fred had demonstrated, Hermione figured she'd be lucky to make back to her flat with her knickers still on.
"Prepare to be awed, luv," Fred smirked at her.
Hermione grinned down at him from her favorite perch on top his workbench.
Pulling out his wand, Fred lightly tapped a black rope and said clearly, "Hermione."
The rope began to move of its own accord, slithering toward the brown-haired witch, and then wrapping itself around her until she could no longer move her arms.
"Kinky," she giggled. "However, the magic doesn't seem very complex and I can't imagine that it has many practical purposes."
"Just wait for it," he told her.
Suddenly, the rope began to get warm and then started to buzz lightly against her skin. "Oh my," Hermione gasped, wiggling in pleasure. "This is delightful."
"You may now tell me, 'Fred, you are genius,'" he informed her, grinning broadly.
Before she could reply, however, the rope was moving again. This time it wrapped itself around Fred, binding his back to Hermione's. "So… the rope wraps itself around whoever's name you say?"
"Apparently, although I'd intended it to hold just one person at a time."
"Did you build in a way to release it?" Hermione asked, her voice still calm.
"Of course. I'm not daft you know."
"How does the release part work?" she prompted him.
Fred was silent for several seconds before responding. "The person who charmed the rope can unwrap it manually."
"Manually? How interesting," Hermione commented, her voice starting to rise an octave. "What if the person who charmed the rope has managed to get his arms bound to his body and he can't manually unwind it?"
"There is an excellent possibility that I didn't foresee this situation," he reluctantly admitted.
"In a bit of a hurry to show off your magical talents were you?" Hermione asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
"I don't remember you complaining about my productivity the other night," Fred reminded her. "In fact, I didn't hear much of anything except you moaning, 'Oh, Fred' over and over."
Hermione might have blushed had she not been seething about their current situation. "When is George supposed to be home?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What?" Hermione squeaked.
"I told him to make himself scarce since I thought we'd be enjoying a romantic evening together," he informed her.
Just then the rope began to buzz and grow warm again. Hermione and Fred shifted against each other, both forgetting their argument and thoroughly enjoying the sensations being tied together were eliciting.
"Sweet Merlin," Hermione panted, as she felt a familiar tingling start between her legs.
"Fuck," Fred growled, as he started to get hard.
Rubbing her back against Fred's, Hermione began to writhe about, until she was on the edge of an orgasm.
Fred, meanwhile, twisted against the rope and Hermione seeking to bring himself off.
Soon Hermione was crying out, bucking her bum back against Fred.
The sound of her enjoyment sent Fred over the edge, causing him to call out her name.
Once their heart rates slowed back to normal, Fred apologized to Hermione for getting them stuck in the workroom.
"I forgive you," she replied, still a little breathless.
"Next time," he told her. "I'm going to take you out on a proper date. We'll go to a restaurant, maybe grab a coffee at that new bookshop in Diagon Alley, and if you show the least bit of interest, I'll invite you back to my flat for a nightcap."
"That sounds lovely," Hermione told him truthfully. "But could you bring the rope just in case?"
AN: Drabble for Buzzy. Her prompt was: FW/HG, WWW, Fred tries to impress Hermione with a new product.
