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Okay, so maybe she hadn't thought it through. She hadn't been able to work up the courage to contact Fred after their... incident. But in all fairness, she wasn't used to this kind of thing. She really missed Fred. She felt awful; she hadn't replied to his letters in weeks. She could tell from the letters he was worried about her. She just didn't know how to proceed.

She was currently poring over lesson plans and reports. She almost regretted agreeing to help the new potions teacher. Almost. She was actually enjoying this. Granted, the teacher was poorly organized and maybe lacking the skills for the position but they had just started teaching.

She was about to go down to the kitchen for a cup of tea when a shadow was cast over her. She looked up, and to her surprise, Fred was there. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was already itching to pull it free. He was leaning against the back of her chair. His face and posture but his eyes spoke volume.

Hermione had never seen Fred upset. Not really angry like he was now. He looked like he wanted to rip her head off and melt her into a puddle. She could understand it but it didn't make it less frightening. She was tempted to run but he had legs much longer than her own. She wouldn't get very far before he caught her.

"Fred, what are you doing here?"

"If you had replied to any one of my many letters I wouldn't have needed to show up." He growled.

Fred could growl?

"I...I..." But she couldn't find the words. How could she tell him that what she had said the last time they were together had made her so nervous that when she thought of him her hands shook? She couldn't.

His eyes softened. She knew why hen she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

"Mione... Love, what's going on?" He asked as he walked around the chair. He knelt in front of her and clasped her hands in his.

She took a deep breath. There was a calm understanding in his blue eyes that made her feel safe, loved. She tried to come up with words but when she couldn't think of anything she leaned forward and hugged him. She pressed her face into the side of his neck. His scent washed over her and she was calm. She had been an idiot. This was Fred.

"I've never... I want to but I don't know how and I didn't want to be terrible and I couldn't face...I'm an idiot." She mumbled into his neck.

"What?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

She didn't feel like repeating it. It was embarrassing saying it once, twice would kill her. She pulled back enough to kiss him. She should have tried for a sweet, soft kiss but she had missed him desperately. She took his lips with force. Her mouth pressed against his with all the need she had been feeling since their last meeting.

He pulled back with a laugh. "I'll never say to snogging you, but you were just crying. Might want to dry up a bit, Love." He smiled at her widely. She wanted to smack him.

Most guys would just be glad to snog but Fred had to make a joke out of it because she had cried. It was all his fault too! Okay, maybe not all his fault, Hermione thought. She grabbed his shirt and wiped her tears on it.

"Hey!" He called out, humor in his voice. He didn't mind in the least.

"Is that better?"

"Much." He said before kissing her again.

She sighed into the kiss. His mouth knew exactly what to do. She should have found it familiar but every kiss made her stomach flutter and her heart race. Each kiss was new. She would never grow tired of it. She didn't know how long they had been kissing but she slid out of her chair and into him. She had only meant to sit in his lap but somehow they had tumbled onto the floor. She was straddling his hips and her hair was a curtain around their faces.

Fred laughed into their kiss and she pulled away to glare but she couldn't be mad at him when he was clearly so very happy Her glare was weak. And it made him laugh more. She huffed and laughed with him. His hand was supping her face then.

"You have such a great laugh. I was worried I wouldn't hear it again."

She felt terrible instantly. She had gotten so wrapped up inside her head that she had forgotten that Fred might be worried or hurt. She kissed him apologetically. It lingered and was soft. She pulled back with round eyes, hoping for forgiveness.

"None of that! Hey now. I was a bit pissed off but with that snog earlier I'm over it. Although... If I pretend to be angry again, can I get another one of those?" He asked while flirtatiously wriggling his brow.

She laughed and rolled her eyes but kissed him again. She lost herself in it sooner than she expected to. She was pretty sure she was more eager than her favorite red head. One of her hands found solace in his hair, the other in his shirt. She could feel his hands on her ass. She had always thought that was a strange place for hands but she found that she enjoyed it quite a lot. She widened her legs enough to allow her hips to press against his. He groaned.

She was quite proud of herself. She could do this... even if she wasn't experienced. She moved her kisses to his neck. His head rolled back, allowing her easier access. She was very glad she had perfected wandless magic because her wand was with the books. She vanished his shirt easily. She assumed he didn't notice because when she kissed his chest he seemed shocked. He looked at her and she grinned against his chest.

She let her mouth roam freely against the smooth plane of his chest. Her tongue danced against his skin as she tasted him. She slid her body down his body. Her knees were resting just inside his. She kissed below his navel while she undid his pants. She slid his erection out of his pants and looked at it. It wasn't as scar as she had expected. It looked too large to fit in any part of her but from what Ginny had told her, that was normal.

She looked at him with nervous eyes.

"Hermione... As disappointed as I will be, you really don't have to d..." He was cut off when she licked the tip of his penis.

She didn't have to. She knew that. Fred hadn't asked her to do this. She wanted to. He had given her pleasure so many times and she wanted to do the same for him. She was nervous but she assumed it was sort of like a lollipop. She licked from the base to the tip a few times. She had thought it would taste disgusting. It was strange to be sure; salty and a bit musky but not terrible. She wrapped a hand around the base to steady it as she took the tip into her mouth. She curled her lips around her teeth to avoid hurting him.

Her tongue massaged him as she sucked. His breathing was heavy but he was quiet and that worried Hermione. She took more into her mouth. Fred groaned and Hermione grew bolder. She took as much as possible into her mouth, she was a bit disappointed that she could only get about half. She let her hand work the part she couldn't cover with her mouth. She bobbed her head. She was a bit grossed out as saliva dripped out of her mouth but Fred didn't seem to mind so she ignored it.

She was surprised by her reaction to this. Her panties were definitely wet and she couldn't find relief. She took her mouth off for a moment to relax her jaw, which was beginning to ache. She licked him again. Though this time, on the way back up she used the underside of her tongue. He cursed and she was surprised that he had enjoyed that so much. She licked down the other side as usual but repeated her earlier movement on the way up. He moaned a little.

Ginny had once told her to never ignore the balls so, hesitantly she lowered her mouth to them. She let her tongue play against them for a moment before suckling them gently. She could tell he enjoyed it but wasn't fond of it so she moved back to his penis. As soon as her mouth was around him again he put his hand in her hair. She felt a rush go through her. She moaned. He bucked his hips.

"Fuck. Mione, do that again." He said in a gravelly voice that she dare not resist.

She moaned and he tugged her hair. She let out another moan without meaning to. She bobbed her head and jerked her wrist and twisted and sucked and moaned. She heard him call her name but she was too occupied to notice. His grip on her hair tightened and then there was a hot shot of fluid into her mouth. It was salty but a bit sweet. She didn't dislike the taste but the texture was a bit stick and strange. She swallowed without thinking. She looked up at him as she pulled away.

A bit of the white fluid dribbled onto her chin. She used her middle finger to wipe it up. She licked the fluid off her finger. She was pulled up into Fred's arms. He kissed her neck and jaw. They were sitting now and she whimpered when she pressed her hips into his. She had forgotten how aroused she was.

"Mione... there are no words... except perhaps 'best bowjob ever' or 'fuck'." He said with a laugh.

"It was good then?"

"Phenomenal, Darling." His hands were playing with her sides. She wanted this to be his night for pleasure but she was so incredibly turned on.

"Good." She said with a smile. "I'll see you again soon I'm sure. I've got things to finish." She was rushing him out because she didn't think she could take much more of him tonight without asking for him to please her.

"Trying to get rid of me?" He said with a smirk.

"N-no. I just... have things to finish."

She was shoving him towards the door when he pulled her into his chest. He wrapped one arm tightly around her so that she couldn't get away. She didn't know how but he had worked a hand under her skirt. It was resting against her ass, over her panties. He slid it forward and let two fingers slide against her slit. She moaned and leaned into him. Her head fell into his chest.

"I can help you finish, love." He whispered hotly in her ear.

She shouldn't have... but she did. "Please..."

"With pleasure." She knew he was smiling but she didn't care.

He turned her around, pressing her back to his chest. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. He pushed the skirt off her hips and onto the floor. Her shirt off and she was left in her camisole and panties. His arm was already wrapped around her side, allowing his hand to caress her from the front. His other arm was massaging her chest. Hermione bit her lip. Her tiny hand was resting over his, trying to get him to touch her skin, not her panties. The other hand was wrapped 'round the back of his neck.

Finally, he pushed the fabric of her panties aside and his fingers were inside her. She moaned loudly. He whispered to her sweetly; telling her that he would take care of her, not to worry, gently reminding her to be quiet. His finger pistoned in and out of her. His hand left her breasts to fondle her clitoris.

She felt a bit sinful at how quickly she reached her climax. Especially when she realized how loud it had been. She had practically screamed his name and then moaned so loudly she felt as though the castle shook. Or maybe that was just because her legs went weak.

She thought his fingers would leave her right away but he seemed to be enjoying allowing his fingers to stroke her at a languid pace. She looked at him with heavy eyes. He seemed to understand because he leaned down and gave her a slow kiss.

Eventually, they parted. Fred left after Hermione promised to write him. Hermione gathered her things, too tired to continue, and went to bed.

She was anticipating their next meeting. She fell asleep with a daft smile. Fred Weasley, you have stolen my heart.

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