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She resisted the urge to pull her shirt over her bare legs. This was embarrassing. She tried to cool her head but it just wasn't happening. His blue eyes were glued to her legs and his mouth was parted slightly. She cleared her throat and his eyes snapped up to hers. He didn't look at all sorry for staring. Instead, he gave a wry smile. She really wanted to hit him.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a steady voice, grateful it hadn't betrayed her.

"Possibly."

She crossed her arms and his eyes were no longer met her own. She took a moment to appraise him since he was clearly busy doing the same. His shoulders were lovely, though hidden under the weight of his sweater, and his chest was impressive. Hermione found herself wishing he was exposed as well. Her eyes moved lower. His legs looked long but there was definite muscle under his jeans. His hands were large and his fingers twitched as though he wanted to grab something. Her head tilted to the side as she contemplated the movement. She was biting the inner edge of her lower lip when she heard him swear.

"You need to stop looking at me like that or I may do something stupid. I might do something stupid anyway." He said before ruffling his shaggy hair with a large hand.

"What way?" Hermione asked with genuine confusion.

"Like you're picturing me naked." He replied cockily.

Hermione flushed and stammered. "I wasn't, that is, I wouldn't..." She huffed "You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?"

Fred took a step forward. "I've seen that look before." Why was his voice so low? Why was he looking at her like that?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what, Duckie?" Wow, he smelled delightful. He was right in front of her. She could only look at his chest. She didn't have the courage to look up at him anymore. She stared intently at the knit of his sweater.

"Like you want to kiss me or something." Her voice was small. She realized as the words left her mouth that perhaps that was what she wanted.

"That's not all I'd like to do but I have a feeling that if I kiss you right now you'll punch me." He said playfully.

Hermione looked up at him. "Most definitely." She stepped closer.

Fred looked down at her with a ferocity that would have frightened a lesser woman. But Hermione had a sense of adventure even if everyone thought she was a stick in the mud. She took a risk and grabbed the hem of his sweater and tugged lightly towards her. A subtle invitation. She thought momentarily that perhaps kissing a stranger wasn't very smart but he was a Weasley and he had been very thoughtful last night. Also, she really wanted to kiss him.

Her dating experience had been very limited in her youth due to always running around with Ron and Harry. Hell, she had even tried dating Ron but that had ended rather quickly. Once they kissed she knew it wasn't right. She hadn't felt a damn thing. It had been very disappointing. She had dated Viktor Krum, an exchange student from a sister school, and as nice as his kisses were they had never moved pass that. He insisted on protecting her virtue. So here she was, a 20 year old virgin who spent her nights studying in her underwear while making noodles. So who could fault her for wanting to kiss her very attractive neighbor?

"I've done worse for a lot less." He said with a shrug before he cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers.

She could honestly say that it was like no kiss she had ever had before. It was electrifying. His mouth was firm but he moved as he pleased. Even the smallest movement built a fire in her. One of his hands had moved to cup her hip. She had never known someone to take such intimate action so soon. She felt the heat of his hand through her shirt and moved closer. She didn't want to think about what would happen after they parted. She focused on the smooth surface of his lips and the leisurely way he kissed her. He seemed perfectly content to brush his lips against hers with varying pressure. She wanted more. She nipped his lip to tell him so. He groaned into her mouth.

His hand moved from her jaw to cup the back of her neck. She was hitched against him now, on hand on his chest clutching at his sweater, the other on his neck, her fingers lightly pressed against his jaw. His tongue was teasing hers and had her mewling and using him as a beacon of support. She tried to fight for dominance but he was skilled and was clearly intent on showing her who was in charge. She didn't want to be labeled inexperienced so she did the only thing she could think of; she let go of his sweater and slid her hand under it to touch his skin. His kiss slowed for a moment. She grinned. She had gotten the jump on him. Her glory was short lived.

"So that's how you want to play?" He asked against her lips.

She couldn't deliver a witty comeback because she was gasping in surprise. His hands were on her bum. Her bum that was only clad in a pair of cotton panties. She was being hoisted into the air before she would make a sound. She wrapped her legs around the narrow circumference of his hips and tried to slow her breathing. She felt as though her heart had leapt from her chest. She felt the strength of his arms around her. She should have been worried about her weight or him dropping her but she was focused on their bodies. The way the heat radiated between them, the way time seemed to slow, the way his touch electrified her. She couldn't believe it was happening but dared not wish it to stop.

There was a terribly sharp whistle that disturbed the sensual haze. Hermione pulled back first, flushed and embarrassed by her own eagerness. Fred seemed keen to linger. His hands were still firm on her arse and he was nibbling her neck down. He didn't move when she muttered about the kettle. He stepped inside and used his foot to close the door.

"Fred, put my down. I need to move the kettle." She ordered.

"No need." He carried her over to the stove as she muttered about how impractical he was being because she had two legs that she could use. "Yes but they're wrapped around me at the moment and I really think that's the best place for them. In fact, I don't think you should ever remove them from my person." He said with a cheeky kiss to her cheek.

She had half a mind to hit him but his mouth had closed around her ear lobe and she couldn't find it in her to fault his logic.

"What would you do if I took you to your room right now?" He asked against her neck.

She hummed thoughtfully. "I think I'd have to kick you." She pulled his mouth back to hers. "It's that way." She mumbled into his mouth not bothering to point.

She felt the rumble of his laugh in every inch of her body. Oh god, was she really going to do this? Was Hermione Stick-In-The-Mud Granger going to have sex with her neighbor, a man she barely knew and also probably hated a little bit? She felt the panic rise in her chest. Her nerves were on fire. Was this really happening?

So, do you think she'll go through with it?

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