Author's Note: Thank you all for reading this chapter. I am posting a warning for this chapter: It will contain sexual scenes, so please to do not read the first few paragraphs and a few paragraphs at the end of this chapter if you are under the age of 18 or if you do not care for such scenes. I will separate these scenes from the rest of the story so you can avoid them if needed. Enjoy!

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Rough hands travelled up the sides of her body, feeling every curve on their way up. They found their destination and lightly pinched the raised buds on her supple breasts, eliciting a loud moan from her. One hand continued its ministrations on her breasts while the other travelled ever so slowly back down her body. It traced patterns on the inside of her thigh – it felt amazing, but she needed his hand to be elsewhere.

Her hips jerked up, a silent plea for him to touch her sensitive mound. She could hear his tongue click disapprovingly and the words "Not yet, love" made her whimper. The foreplay carried on for what seemed like hours before he finally granted her wish. A single digit slid up and down her slit and she could hear him moan at how slick she was. He slid two fingers inside of her, as his thumb found her over-sensitive nub, and he began to pump.

She could feel her stomach clench in anticipation, she was reaching her orgasm. Her body was writhing on the bed and she was panting short, shallow breaths. She was almost there, she was ready to scream his name. She was –

….

Hermione woke with a jolt, sitting up in her bed. Her body was covered was covered in a fine sheet of sweat, her heart was racing, and she was breathing fast. She saw that her sheets were a tangled mess and she groaned, flopping back down on her mattress. She was highly unsatisfied and disappointed that she didn't finish the dream.

Wishing that sleep would come to her, but knowing that it wouldn't, she laid in bed and threw her arm across her face. Fred. She was positive he was the star of her less than appropriate dream. She groaned and sat up in bed, she was going to need to take a very cold shower.

When she entered the Ministry, she once again found herself distracted. She was growing rather tired of this, but she still couldn't shake thoughts of Fred away. She was acting like a silly school girl with a crush. She was an adult, dammit. She needed to get her shit together and start acting like one.

Still, imagining rough hands palming her was much better than the case she held in front of her.

And highly inappropriate.

She couldn't keep doing this, and that's why she found herself standing in front of WWW when she should be gathering information for her case at work. She straightened her posture and with a surge of confidence, she bounded into the shop. She spotted George first and greeted him briskly. When she finally spotted the twin she was looking for, she hurried on over.

Fred looked at the fuming witch and grinned as wide as he could, "What can I do for you on this fine, lovely morning?"

Hermione said nothing, only grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him upstairs to the apartment he shared with George. When they were finally in the living room, she spun around to be met with Fred's gaze – worried and slightly amused.

"Well?" Fred questioned, placing his hands on his hips.

Hermione took a few calming breaths, questioning why she even did this, and losing all the confidence she held earlier. "I-I think that…"

Fred raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to continue.

"I think that you should invent something where one does not get distracted while at work." She wanted to shrink into non-existence. Especially when she saw Fred trying to hide his laugh, unsuccessfully.

"Um, Hermione," He cleared his throat, "You do know that we run a joke shop, right? We invent products to distract one from wok not prevent said distraction." He noticed her face was red and she was looking down at her feet, suddenly finding them interesting. "Hermione?" She didn't look up. "Hermione?" Reluctantly, she raised her head. "Why are you here Hermione?"

She didn't realize that it was possible, but she could feel her face becoming even more red. "Well, I, I just…"

"Hermione, love, you can tell me anything."

"IthinkthatIhavefeelingsforyouenoughtohaveeroticdreamsaboutyouandit'sdistractingmeatworkandIdon'treallyknowwhattodo."

Fred blinked at her, "I'm sorry love, what was that?"

Hermione let out a sight, "I said that I think I have feelings for you, enough tohaveeroticdreamsaboutyou and it's distracting me at work and I don't really know what to do."

Fred nodded a smile threatening to break across his face, "I still didn't catch that middle bit, mind repeating it?"

"Oh for fuck's sake. I have feelings for you, enough to have erotic dreams about you and it's distracting me at work and I don't really know what to do."

….

"I see," Fred began walking towards her until they were nearly touching. "And tell me, what did I do exactly in these dreams of yours?"

Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine and she closed her eyes, "Use your imagination Fred, you do have a brilliant one."

Fred chuckled and nodded, "Did I kiss down your neck, like this?" Fred began to make a trail of kisses down her neck. When he reached that sensitive place where her neck and shoulder meet, he bit her and then sucked hard. Hermione grasped his arms, trying to steady herself as she hummed in appreciation. Fred's arms found the small of her back and brought her to him so that they were touching.

"Did I kiss along your collarbone like so?" Fred licked and nipped across her collarbone grinning when she threw her head back. He made his way up the other side of her neck before finding her earlobe and biting it which earned him a gasp. "What else did I do, Hermione? Tell me."

Hermione slightly opened her eyes and looked at him. She reached down for his hand and guided it under her shirt, trailing it up her stomach and placed his palm on her breast. She leaned in close and demanded, "Grope."

And grope he did. His mouth found hers as he kneaded her breast over her bra. He licked her lower lip, asking for entrance, which she enthusiastically granted. As their tongues battled for dominance, his fingers found her raised bud and bean to lightly tweak it. Hermione moaned into his mouth and rubbed her legs together.

Fred guided them to the couch and gently lowered her down to it. He stood, staring at her form. He had never seen her more beautiful with her chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and lips bruised. He reached down for the hem of his shirt and raised it up slowly, watching as her eyes hungrily swept across his revealed chest. He threw the shirt to the floor and lowered himself to straddle Hermione. She reached up, tangling her hands his soft hair and pulled him down to him.

She felt his hands travel down her body until they reached the hem of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, she lifted up so he could take her shirt off. As soon as he did, he sat back to admire her beauty. When his eyes drifted to her arm, she self-consciously covered it with her other hand. Fred furrowed his brow and gently pulled her hand away. He brought her scarred arm up to his mouth and began tracing the letters with his tongue. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and arched her back, loving what he was doing to her.

He smiled and gently placed her arm down before snaking his hands to her back to unclasp her bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders and it soon joined the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor. Fred's eyes widened slightly as he greedily took in this beautiful witch. His eyes found hers as he brought his mouth down to her left breast licking slow circles around her nipple. His right hand slid up her thigh, making its way to her right breast. When his fingers found its destination, they began to make the same patterns as his tongue was making.

Hermione was moaning louder now and was arching her back into his touch. He was driving her mental and they were still in (what she assumed) to be the early stages of foreplay. She knew that he was going to make this last as long as possible.

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The door slammed open. Both Fred and Hermione froze and glared at their intruder who saw them and closed his eyes with his hand. "We use that couch you know. Your bedroom is only a few meters away."

Hermione, flushed with both embarrassment and because of their earlier actions, began scrambling to find her clothes to put them on. Once she did this, she made a dash to the floo. "Um, thanks for having me, I need to get back to work." Fred nodded as he watched her leave.

He turned to his twin who had his hands clasped behind his back, rocking back and forth on his feet, and was trying to maintain an innocent smile on his face. "You could have knocked." Fred gritted out.

George merely shrugged, "You could have gone to your room."

Fred laid his head against the back of the couch and ran his hands across his face. "You've probably embarrassed her and who knows –"

"– When she'll be back to finish business? Yeah, sorry about that. But we really could use your help downstairs."

"I was going to say who knows when she'll be back you prat." Fred sat up and reached for his shirt throwing it over his head. "I'll be down in a bit; I have to take care of some unfinished business."

George chuckled, "Have fun wanking."

"Sod off asshole." Fred made his way to the bathroom. "Someone better be dying downstairs. If not, I will be arranging it."

George laughed before making his way downstairs.

Fred found that he wasn't above murder. Especially when he knew how embarrassed Hermione had been. And his current predicament. Yep, he wasn't above murder.