This one gets a little more exiting, hope you like it. x

Fred had given up on sleep.

He turned over for the hundredth time and kicked off the covers, frustrated. He lay on his back wearing nothing but his pants and frowning at the ceiling. He imagined Hermione, curled up in her own room directly above his own.

"Just go to sleep." Came a grumpy hiss from George's side of the room. "You can talk to her in the morning."

"She doesn't want to talk to me, I don't know what she wants." Fred hissed back.

"Then don't talk to her tomorrow but for Merlin's sake, go to sleep."

Fred turned over again and tried to sleep. He was too warm, his bed was too hard and his maind was working furiously. He kept replaying in his mind the moment where he accidentally turned the shower on. He had been going to softly stroke a strand of her long dark hair back from blocking her deep, brown eyes...

What an idiot he had been.

He sighed heavily into the darkness.

"Would you just-" George's angry whisper was interrupted by a tiny tap at the door. "-That's it." George picked up his duvet and pillow, walked to the door and grumpily past a timid-looking Hermione.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-" Started Hermione.

"He's all yours." Interjected George shortly.

George disappeared downstairs to the living room in the hope of some more sleep. Fred watched Hermione as she stood silently in the doorway, her elegant outline highlighted by the silver moonlight.

"This was a bad idea, sorry I woke you up." She turned to leave. Fred hopped quickly out of bed and crossed the room in two strides.

"No, wait." He grabbed her wrist gently and she turned back to look at him, her face now hidden in shadow. "Just come in for a minute."

She followed him back into the room and he shut the door behind them.

"We need to talk." She sat gingerly down on George's bed and he sat on his own.

"I'm so sorry about the shower, I really ruined the moment." Hermione gave him a half smile and shook her head.

"It's not that. I just need to know what this is, what's happening." She frowned slightly.

Fred nodded as if he understood for a second before shaking his head again.

"I don't understand." He looked up at her a she shivered slightly, pulling her cotton dressing gown closer around herself.

"I- I just-" She took a deep breath and regained some control. "What is happening between us?" She asked, simply. Fred contemplated her question, a little non-plussed. He moved across the room to sit next to her but was careful to keep their bodies from touching.

"What do you want it to be?"

"I don't know." Said Hermione, not looking at him but rather eyeing her exposed knees. He sensed she was unwilling to risk anything.

"Hermione, you're too sensible." Despite saying it gently, he was given a scolding look. "I mean you let your thinking get in the way of how you feel."

She looked at him more softly, her dark eyes round.

"But I don't know how I feel." She said quietly.

"That's because you think you shouldn't." Fred extended two fingers to gently touch the side of her delicate face. "But what you don't know is, I'm a good guy." He tipped her head back slightly and kissed her lips tenderly, slowly. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"I want you." Hermione whispered almost too quietly to hear. He heard a change in her voice and looked at her face more closely. Her small smile taunted him, dared him. But he had to prove himself, he had to resist.

"I want you too." He kissed her forehead. She shifted in the semi-darkness, standing up and sliding back onto his lap, her legs on either side of his own. She leaned into his body and kissed him, her hands snaking up his chest to his shoulders.

He felt her body, her warmth against his own and struggled to resist. He realised his own hands were gripping her waist, pulling her closer. For the second time, he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest, this time braless. He thought he could feel her nipples touching him, separated from him only by her thin shirt and cotton robe.

There lips separated for a second as they caught their breath.

"We shouldn't rush it." Whispered Fred, wanting more than anything to tare her clothes from her perfect body and touch her in every way imaginable.

"Okay." Hermione stood up and stepped back. For a second she was still, then she removed her robe, dropping it onto the floor. She stood in front of him provocatively in nothing but a thin shirt and a small pair of underpants, her long dark hair swirling about her voluptuous body. He groaned slightly, eyeing her hungrily.

"That is so not fair."

"Says the guy in his pants." Hermione smiled at him and slid back onto his lap, pushing herself up against him and kissing him passionately. He slipped his hands just under the hem of her top, pulling at her hips and breaking their kiss to caress his lips against her neck. She sighed in his ear at his kisses. Fred was sure she could feel his erection pressing against her, encouraging her on.

"Hermione?"
"Yes?"

"We're rushing this." She pulled away from him a little, her face surprised.

"Have I made you uncomfortable?"

"No-"

"Do you want this?"

"Yeah-" He shivered at the thought of where this could lead if he let it happen. He ached for her.

"Then-" She pulled her top off, revealing her round, soft breasts. Fred groaned again. "-I suggest we don't over-think this."

He flipped her over skilfully, her back on the bed and him on top, his mouth fixed on her own. He massaged a breast in one hand, pulling at the nipple and pressing his hard-on against her lower body. Her legs open and his body pressing against hers, she moaned as his kisses travelled down her neck to her nipple, sucking and biting lightly. Fred could feel her begin to lose control.

"Fred." She whispered, a little breathlessly. He stopped his kissing and looked up at her.

"Yes?"

"Maybe you were right." Fred could still feel his dick pushing against his boxers, his whole body throbbing and his head spinning. He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind.

"Okay." He leaned over the edge of the bed and passed a blushing Hermione her top. "Sorry."

"Don't be!" Hermione insisted. "That felt... amazing. I'm the one who should be apologising."

"No!" Fred sat back on his legs, still trying to calm his urges. "It's totally okay, don't worry."

"Thanks Fred." She said quietly. She pulled him down to lie next to her, curled around her body. Fred pulled a thin cover over them and nestled up to her.

"Sweet dreams." He kissed her neck gently and closed his eyes.