Hermione collapsed onto Freds couch and groaned. " Next time, you are on your own." She mumbled into the couch cushion.

" Hey it's not my fault George sent out a half off everything flyer to every witch and wizard on the planet! Itching powder in his skivvies did not warrant that!" Fred groaned, grabbing beers from the fridge. Fred tossed one to Hermione, before collapsing on the chair across from her.

" Oh no that wouldn't require retaliation at all!" Hermione rolled her eyes before taking a sip.

" Exactly! Out of line that one." Fred smiled, and Hermione could see the mischievous twinkle in his eye that only meant revenge.

"Well, just leave me out of this prank war between you two. It's too exhausting." She took another swig of her beer before peeling herself off the couch. " I better go before i get to comfortable."

Freds smile turned lecherous as he looked her over. " Or you could stay. Nothing wrong with getting a little comfortable around here."

" You never give up do you?" She smiled.

" Nope!" He grinned wickedly. " Just give into it Hermione. I know the thought of you writhing beneath me is what gets you out of bed every morning." He spread his legs apart and patted his legs for me to sit down on his lap. " Or maybe its writhing above me?"

If he gave her that look one more time, she would have a mess to clean up off his floor. When the flirting had started it was lighthearted and fun. Now however, it was getting far more sexual and intense than either of them had intended. She knew Fred would be an amazing lover but she wasn't sure if he would make an equally amazing companion with all his joking around. That was the only thing stopping her from ripping their clothes off and fucking him into oblivion.

She watched as he sighed and stood up and began slowing approaching her. She tried to back up but her feet wouldn't budge. It reminded her of a song. Mind was telling her no, but her body was telling her HELL YES! He crept up until their noses were just about to touch, his lips almost on hers. The heat from his body enveloping her. He slowly reached around her, fingers caressing her hips as they went.

" Alrighty then, guess i'll see you at mum and dads tomorrow!" He politely smiled as he handed her the red jacket she had worn earlier from the couch behind her.

Hermione stood there frozen for a second before coming to her senses and taking the jacket. The twinkle in his knowing exactly what he had done to her.

" Rrright. I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night." She apparated before she did something she would regret...or not regret.

" OH MIONE DEAR, THANK GOODNESS YOU ARE YOU PLEASE GO KEEP THE PEACE IN THE SITTING ROOM.. LOVELY DRESS BY THE WAY!" Mrs. Weasley screamed over the commotion coming from the room next door. As Hermione entered she found the cause of the chaos. Fred and George were playing Gladiator Puffs. Each Pygmy had a full set of armor and were battling it out with tiny swords and everyone ( including Ginny were chanting for their chosen pygmy to win. No harm came to the pygmies just a temporary nap if one was struck. The pygmy left awake was the winner.

"QUIET YOU HOOLIGANS. YOU ARE DRIVING YOUR MUM BATTY!" Hermione screamed over them, instantly bringing the noise to zero.

" When is mum not batty? George piped up, earning a stunning hex from his mum in the kitchen.

" Hermione, lovely to see you again. Nice dress." Fred winked at her causing a full body blush as she walked by him to Ginny.

" He is right. I love the dress. Fits you perfectly. Maybe a little too perfect?" She grinned casting a glance over at her brother whose eyes were glued to Hermione's ass.

" Oh don't you start. Are you not supposed to be defending me from your brother?" Hermione smiled at the younger weasley who just shrugged.

" Nah watching you turn the same shade of a tomato is too entertaining to pass up." Ginny laughed.

" Hopeless. You lot are hopeless." Hermione shook her head with a sigh. " I'm going to go wash up before supper. Keep this lot quiet while i'm gone." Hermione headed up stairs to the washroom.

Hermione splashed cold water on her face before leaning back against the wall of the washroom. She had felt Freds eyes on her ass as she had been speaking to his sister. She couldn't stop imagining what he was thinking about doing to her. She was beginning to regret wearing this dress as it did seem to flatter her figure a little too much. The back of her mind kept creeping the thought that she wore it for him into the forefront of her mind. She couldn't push back the images of his hands running up her thighs beneath the soft fabric. Or the thoughts of him on his knees pushing the dress up as his face approached her…

" You almost done in here love? Need to wash my hands before supper to ya know." Fred eased his body in front of hers turning on the tap again to wash his hands. She couldn't see his face but knew he was probably grinning with those lips she was imagining on her. Washing the fingers she wanted inside her. Thrusting them up to the knuckles and moving them around inside her. His thumb rubbing against her clit at alternating speeds and pressures.

She stepped out of the washroom without saying anything. She simply didn't trust her mouth right now. She heard Fred step out of the room behind her and turned around. His grin melted from his mouth to a deadly serious expression.

He slammed her against the wall to steady her and covered her mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

" HEY GUYS SUPPER'S READY!" Harry hollered from the floor below.