HERMIONE POV!
I couldn't resist because... YOU'LL SEEEEEEEEE!
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Hermione was a masochist, she was sure of it.
She had somehow found herself insanely attracted to a certain Weasley boy and it was driving her mad. She would have been okay with simple physical attraction. She was a woman and was quite familiar with the heat of desire when she saw an attractive male. But he was charming too, and funny and sweet and smart and perfect. And she was screwed because Fred Weasley most certainly saw he as a dorky little bookworm. She thought maybe, just maybe, he had started to see her in a new light because of the last months. They had spent so much time together and he had been so familiar with her. They were always in each other's personal space. It had felt intimate to her.
But Fred had never bothered with personal space; he grew up in a house with 6 siblings and a dotting but nosey mother.
She sighed. She was meant to be reading. She had hoped to get ahead of the coursework before going back to Hogwarts for her final year. This was just silly. Instead of enjoying her book she was drooling over Fred while he wrestled with Charlie. Merlin, he looked good today. His long red hair was half pulled back and his shirt was thin and loose and his pants were clinging in ways that made her want to vanish them. She flushed at the thought. He was just too delectable.
Hermione was drawn out of her admiration when the rest of the Weasley children and Harry came outside. Poppy was trotting with them. George had told her that the dog was a complete nightmare but she just didn't believe it. Poppy had been a delight with her. She had a moment of desperate howling but Hermione had used a firm hand and a stern voice and put an end to it. Poppy was absolutely attached to Fred and Hermione thought it was quite possibly the cutest thing she had ever seen.
"Mum's going to kill your dog." Bill said as he pulled his hair into a ponytail. Hermione was often jealous of Bill's hair; it was long, to his hips, and thin and easily managed. She never understood how he pulled it off but he did.
Fred bent down to pet the dalmatian. "What did my girl do now?" He gave her kisses and flopped her ears around. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his attention.
"She tackled Mum's knitting and ate her toast." Ginny said with a loud laugh.
Fred shook his head but was openly pleased. He led Poppy over to Hermione. "Would you mind keeping her over here, Love? I don't want her to get hit by a stray quaffle."
Hermione nodded."Good luck."
"No kiss?" He said with a playful wriggle of his brows.
"Only if you win." She said without thinking. She flushed immediately.
"I'll be sure to wipe the floor with them, yeah?" She looked down at her book expecting him to walk away but he was still there.
Then he did the unexpected and tortuous. He slowly stripped his shirt off. Her breath hitched. His hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and raised it up over his head. It went in slow motion for her. His torso stretched and the muscles rippled and twisted and she knew she was staring but she couldn't seem to care. His chest was pale and lovely. It was long and his hips were narrow but his chest and shoulder had a masculine width that made her stomach flop. As impressive as his chest was, his arms were equally so. They were long and she had assumed gangly but they were muscular and she saw a smattering of freckles on his shoulders. She wanted to trace them. He had a few stray freckles on his arms and abdomen that she wanted to kiss. Her eyes were drawn to the thin trail of trimmed hairs below his navel. She wanted to tangle her fingers in it. It didn't help that they led to the top of his jeans.
Were those his bowers peeking out? Oh, Merlin!
"Hermione?"
"What?" She asked dazed.
He smiled almost knowingly. "I asked if you would keep my shirt safe for me. But perhaps I should leave it with Poppy."
"I can take it." She said softly.
"I don't know... What if a shirt thief comes and you're daydreaming again? I'd loose my favorite shirt!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and held her hand out for the shirt. She met his eyes and her frosty stare melted. His eyes were sparkling and it made her weak. He handed her the shirt and jogged back to the group. She watched him go and if anyone asked she would deny checking out his bum; but it was just as nice as front.
It was foolish but as they played she wished Fred would win and collect that kiss. She was constantly wondering if his his lips were as soft as they looked. She would bet her books that he was a grand kisser. He had a rogue-ish charm that could surely translate. She had imagined a dozen different kisses and each one was just as perfect as the others.
Hermione sat, her book set aside, petting the sleeping puppy in her lap and watching her favorite twin fly on his broom. He looked rather dashing with his furrowed brow and wind blown complexion. She hadn't followed the game closely but she knew that Fred had been on the winning side. Her heart raced. They landed and Fred was jogging over with a massive smile that suited him all too much. Poppy's little head perked up.
"We're screwed, aren't we?" Hermione asked looking at the pup.
Poppy simply looked at her with a tilted head, as if to say "Me? No. You? Yes. I go home with that."
HEEHEEEHEHEEE Shirtless Fred... nummy.
Does Fred get his victory kiss? Find out in the next chapter!
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