Perhaps some Mr. Weasley advice in the next chapter?
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Fred kind of regretted the table incident now. Hermione had forbidden him from physical contact for two weeks. She seemed to know a thing or two about torture because she seemed to be enjoying teasing him. His lovely, granny-fashioned, book worm had taken to wearing tight jeans and low cut shirts. His hands were tingling with the desire to touch her even when she wasn't there; which was a rare occurrence. She had decided to spend the next two weeks at his place.
Torturous vixen.
He had lasted 11 days but he was going crazy. She was sleeping in his shirt and a pair of thin cotton panties every night and when she woke up and came into the kitchen for coffee she always stretched and teased him with the sight. He had stopped taking coffee at his place. He would have it at the shop. And the shirts seemed to get more provocative as the days passed. She wasn't even being subtle anymore. He was losing his mind. He had to put an elastic band on his wrist. He snapped it whenever he felt the need to touch her.
His wrist was severely bruised.
He had just gotten home after a long day at the shop and an even longer chat with Percy about business when she met him at the door. He cursed. There she was in a tiny little skirt and her white silk camisole. He cursed again. She had on thigh high stockings. He had the greatest desire to bend her over the table and smack her pert little ass.
"I'm going out." He turned around.
"But I already made dinner..." She pouted. He balled his hands into fists.
"Hermione, please. I can't be here with you dressed like that. I can't even see your ass but I know exactly what it looks like under that skirt and it is too tempting. Please. I am begging you. Let me go or I will bend you over and fuck you so hard you'll forget your name." He looked at her with fierce eyes.
She was flushed and her thighs were pressed together.
"I suppose I have been a bit cruel. After all, you did apologize." She bit her lower lip and he groaned. She looked ashamed. "I'll go change."
She turned around and ran to the bedroom. He practically wept. Her ass was half exposed and she was wearing panites that cupped only half her cheeks. He should have left... should have left when he had the chance. She came back in a pair of skin tight black pants that seemed to be made of cotton.
"What sort of change is that?" He looked desperate.
"They're called yoga pant. They're really comfortable!" She had poppy following her back to the table. They sat and ate but he could pull his eyes away from her chest. He imagined sucking on her nipples through the fabric and almost stabbed himself with the fork. He stood abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair.
"I'm going to bed." He ran to the bathroom.
When he got in he turned on the shower. He stripped and stood under the water. It was cool but even the water wasn't helping his erection. He couldn't stop himself. His hand gripped his dick firmly at the base. He moved his hand slowly. He wasn't really pumping; just massaging. He sped up a bit, his pace leisurely. His hand moved higher with every stroke, but never touching the head.
He imagined Hermione in her tiny skirt and stockings, bent over the table, her panties ripped and her ass red from his hand. He moved faster at the image. He let his thumb brush the tip on the upstroke. He began twisting lightly. His eyes were closed and his head was tipped back, letting the water push his hair back. He wanted to hear her moan again. It had been so long. She hadn't given him the chance to taste her but he wanted to. He could practically taste her on his lips right now.
He didn't know how long he had been in there but he didn't care. He was close. Pent up tension from the last few days had him ready far too soon. He was missing something... he pumped furiously. It still wasn't enough.
There was a knock at the door. "Fred?" Her voice was clear and soft. He came instantly.
How in the hell had that set him off? He had it bad! He washed himself quickly and dried off even faster. He threw on pants and didn't bother with a shirt. He walked into the bedroom to see Hermione in his shirt on the bed. She had her hair braided and was reading. She smiled and set the book down.
"I was worried you fell asleep in there."
"You could have gone to bed, Love."
"Not really. I don't sleep well anymore. Not without you." She flushed.
He climbed into the bed and laid down. She turned off the lamp and curled up against him.
"Mione... you said no contact." He teased.
"Oh, hush!" She tucked her head under his chin and laid against his side. He wrapped and arm around her and rolled so that his chest was near her face. He kissed her forehead.
"What's with the braid?"
"Didn't want to suffocate you with my hair..."
"How very considerate of the little lioness!" He smiled into his pillow.
"Lioness' don't have manes."
"Go to sleep 'Mione!"
And she did and the ban on physical contact was lifted. He was very grateful because she went back to Hogwarts in just over a week and he had big plans for her before she left.
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