She was doing this. Holy crap on a cracker... Maybe she should slow down? What would Harry tell her to do? She would do the exact opposite of what Harry would tell her to do because that always got her into trouble. Harry would tell her to go for it. She should not do that. She should pull away and tell him she was mistaken. But she didn't want to do that. Despite always getting into trouble with Harry she always had fun. She was pretty damn sure Fred would be more than a little fun.

He looked a bucket of fun. Hell, he was the whole damn cargo ship of fun. She decided to embrace it. She would have her own little adventure. After all, she would barely see him after this. She never saw him at Weasley family event and until that party she had never met him in the building; strange because she had lived in this building for almost 2 years.

"Are you done thinking?" He asked against her neck. She looked at him startled. How had he known she had been contemplating? "You stopped making those cute little noises."

"I don't make noises." She denied vehemently.

"Sure, and I'm not 6'3." He said with a smirk.

"Jesus, you're a giant."

"Nope. You're just short." He said before he tossed her onto her bed.

Her body bounced momentarily. She hadn't realized they had gotten so far while her mind had wandered. She felt the soft cotton sheets under her naked legs and remembered how very bare she was and how this had all gotten started. Heavens, he looked good. His hair was rumpled and his blue eyes were fiery. His shoulders were pushed back and he looked positively primal. She bit her lip and decided to tease him a bit.

She raised her arms over her head. Her shirt rose as she moved. She tilted her chin towards her chest and rested her temple against her upper arm. She bent one knee and left the other extended. She looked up at him with what she hoped were bedroom eyes. Chances were that she was just giving him cow eyes.

"Fuck. Duckie, you look like a dream."

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good. That was what I was going for." She said saucily.

"Like a pin up I used to fancy." He said before putting his hand on the edge of the bed.

The new angle made her shiver. There was something downright animalistic in his appraisal. He seemed to be accessing ever last inch of her. Usually this kind of scrutiny made her feel self-conscious and itch to cover up. She felt the urge to remove her shirt as well but figured if she was going to play the vixen she might as well commit. Thankfully her days of running around with the boys had developed her acting skills.

"You're terribly overdressed." She said with a cold voice that said I'm getting bored, you'd better entertain me.

He gave a smile that made her falter because oh god, that was the kind of expression that made her feel like she was special. It looked like it was just for her. She wanted to see it again and again. She felt her tension about this entire situation melt. She wanted to touch him, feel him, learn him. She wanted to see his other expressions. She should have run for the hills when that crossed her mind but she knew it would be easier to give herself to someone she would never see again and could fantasize about for years to come. She could project her ideals and it would be a great experience. Nothin like Ginny's first time, a travesty with her boyfriend of the time Dean who turned out to be gay and in love with their friend Seamus.

"I can fix that, love."

She smiled slowly when the words left his mouth. How endearing. He liked pet names. She had never been one to enjoy them before but he made them seem playful and sweet. Pitiful. She was pitiful. She was way too into this guy after such a short amount of time. She decided to focus on his progressively naked body. He was finally getting around to stripping.

His Weasley sweater was the first to go. She was grateful that the reminder of his familial ties to her best friends was finally out of sight. He had a white tshirt on underneath but he grabbed the shoulders and pulled it over his head in a quick movement that secreted away the movement of his muscles. She had anticipated watching his arms ripple as he removed the article. She was appeased when it was dropped to the floor. He truly was spectacularly built. She wished he would get on with it though. She had enough looking.

"You look like you're antsy." He was smirking.

She flushed. She wasn't as prepared to play the vixen as she thought. "I want to touch you." She muttered softly.

He grabbed the ankle of her bent leg and pulled it gently. When her legs were flat he crawled over her. His shaggy hair hung around them like a fiery curtain. She looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would do something. Anything! "You're welcome to touch me anywhere."

She moved her hands to his shoulders slowly. She delighted in the difference in skin tone. He looked so fair against her dark complection. Her fingers splayed over the smattering of freckles on his muscled shoulders. She followed the trail of copper flakes down his bicep and forearm. She nipped his wrist gently before smiling to herself. She wasn't looking at him. She was too busy following her movements.

Her hands went to his chest. She had admired it that very morning with no intention of ever touching it but here she was cataloguing every detail. She curled her stomach slightly and kissed the edge of his collarbone as that was all she could reach in their current position. Her hands were now spread over his ribs and she felt his heart hammering and the quick expansion and contraction of his bones as they moved with his lungs. It was flattering to know that he was as affected by her as she was by him. But then again, she need only look lower to his jeans for proof.

She bit her lip and moved her hand to the denim bulge that was under scrutiny. She trailed delicate fingers down the zipper with teasing pressure. She heard Fred curse above her and smiled. She wanted to take her time but her hormones drove her to hurry along to the main event.

"You're a right tease." She felt rather than heard as his head had dropped to her neck.

"I've never been called a tease before tonight." She said with a breathless chuckle.

"So it's just me you decided to torture, is it?" He asked before lavishing her neck in delicate scrapes of his teeth and sweet kisses.

"Only because you deserve it." She said as she pulled his hips down to meet her own.

"Fair enough." He clearly knew his actions were reprehensible even if he didn't act it.

She didn't have a chance to scold him. He claimed her mouth. She found she could kiss him forever and never grow tired of it. Each kiss was a new experience with Fred. He played with her tongue and teased her lips. She wound her hands into his hair once more. She wanted him closer. She told him to get rid of his pants in between breaths. He was maybe a little too skilled at getting out of his pants without disrupting the flow. That was good, she assured herself. A skilled lover is more prepared than a virgin like herself.

Why wasn't she more worried about that? Why was she so okay with giving herself to this stranger? She thought about the fact that it could be the familiarity of his red hair and pale skin. She assumed looking at the scattered freckles comforted her but she knew that wasn't it. Either way, she wasn't going to dwell. She would be reckless on this night but that was it. She would go back to her structured life after this was over. It was simple; a lovely but short affair and then a peaceful life.

She was pleased to see that he had divested himself of his boxers as well. What a guy. She felt calloused fingers, thumbs from the position of his hands on her hips, stroking the expose skin below the hem of her shirt. She wriggled a bit. He laughed but grabbed the hem and divested her of the article. She felt the air around her. Her skin was too sensitive now. She felt like she could feel sparks between them and the heat of his body. She used her arms to pull him back into her.

Her nipples were hard under the thin fabric of her bra. She had always been grateful that she had not been blessed with an overly abundant chest. She had always been incredibly proportionate. She was short and a healthy weight and her chest and bum were of average size. She couldn't complain. She was soft in the places most women were. She was tempted to beg for some friction but Fred was already taking care of that.

His mouth was attacking her neck while his hips rolled teasingly into hers. It couldn't have been a comfortable position for his back but currently Hermione couldn't give a damn. His fingers danced over the skin of her hips and down her thighs. She was aching now. Her core throbbed with desire and if he didn't do something about it soon she would do it herself. She made a sound low in her throat when his fingers grazed her sex. He smiled into her collarbone.

"Don't worry, Duckie. I'll take care of you.

"Then you might want to get on with it." She tried to snap but it held no real heat. She arched her hips into his hand pleadingly.

"Bossy little wench, aren't you." It wasn't a question.

"You've no ide-ah!" She cried out as his fingers made contact with her clit.

Okay, so all the build up had been worth it because now his fingers were caressing her like he was finger painting and it was magical. His touch was sure and steady but it evoked the most shocking response. He touched her as though he had known her body for ages. His mouth was attentive to her nipples, licking and nipping at the appropriate intervals. He was stroking a fire within her and it was a matter of minutes before she was climaxing. Her nails bit into this arm and back as she moaned and her body shook.

When the spasms slowed she was breathing heavily. That was the fastest she had ever cum in her life. Her gaze was unfocused. Her head felt light and her body heavy. Her hands were stroking his arms and back lazily. She rolled her hips to find a more comfortable position and felt his erection. Oh god, she had forgotten about that. Though it seemed to be a feat considering the size of it.

"I didn't take you for a screamer." He punctuated the statement with a thumb caressing her nipple under the fabric of her bra.

"I'm not?"

"You are."

Oh god... was she? She felt more than a little embarrassed.

"But don't worry. I'm sure its just my skill." He said with a charming smile. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder. "Ouch!" He mocked hurt. "You've gone and ruined the mood."

She rolled her hips into his. "Feels like the mood is still there." She said in a condescending manner.

"I've got a gorgeous naked woman under me. My mother could walk in and the mood would still be here." He said before kissing her neck.

"If you're mother walked in the mood may still be here but I most certainly wouldn't be." She quipped as she scraped her nails gently across the skin of his ribs.

He hummed appreciatively. "That's what you think. I bet I could keep you here."

"You're so cocky." She scoffed. Oh indeed, he was quite cocky. She could feel it pressed against her core.

"I'll show you cocky." Fred gave a brilliant smile and she knew he would follow through.

Please do, she thought giddily.

I cut this one short because I'm trying to pick a story for a fanfic competition and I need to edit and refine it before submitting but hopefully you enjoyed it anyway!

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