Logically Fred knew he should look away. Apologize for barging in. Something. But he was frozen. All he could do was stare, taking in Hermione, committing what he saw to memory. Her legs looked long and smooth in those little shorts, and he swore that as she turned, he caught a glimpse of ripe ass cheek. And that smooth, graceful back. His eyes dragged back up, following her luscious hips to her stomach with just a hint of a softness to it. He unconsciously licked his lips, his eyes continuing their tortuous journey up to those perfect little tits barely concealed behind that slip of cloth posing as a shirt. With the soft sunlight of the room, he could barely see the outline of her nipples through the material, teasing him mercilessly. Under his gaze, they hardened to little points. 'Fuck,' his mind instantly supplied images of crossing the room and taking one of those cute little nipples in his mouth. Licking them right through the shirt until she was gasping for breath, then pulling the damn thing off and tasting them properly.
"These are yours," he gritted out instead, voice husky with arousal. 'Later Freddie. Abso-fucking-lutely happening later,' he promised himself.
"I thought there were some things missing!" Ginny's voice made him jump, finally forcing his arousal aside.
'Fucking hell,' he was hit by the realization that he was so shocked by Hermione's appearance he'd actually forgotten they had an audience. To think how close he'd been to throwing her against a wall and grinding against her. Making her moan sweetly for him…
The three girls jumped as Fred reached up and suddenly smacked himself in the face. They watched him warily as he tossed the bags on the bed and whirled out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
'That may have worked just a little too well…' Ginny stared at the closed door in shock. In silence, she and Luna turned to stare at Hermione, who was steadily turning bright red and looking just a little lost.
Hermione didn't notice the twin stares aimed at her. She felt scalded. The way Fred had stared at her shook her to her core. The way he'd dragged his eyes over her in the end, she felt like he'd just touched every inch of her. Her body was on fire and pulsating unfamiliarly in the most personal of ways.
'What's wrong with me?'
Fred stood in the hallway, staring blankly across at George, who'd opened their door to look out at the sound of a slamming door. "What happened?" George finally asked, taking in the wild look in his eyes.
Fred shook his head. "Towel. Now," he barely grunted out. Confused, George quickly grabbed Fred's towel and tossed it to him. That confusion lessened when Fred balled the towel in front of his groin, and hurried down the stairs, undoubtedly heading to the shower.
'Guess he got a preview of some of the outfits Gin picked out.'
Fred darted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Mindlessly, he stripped, employing some silent, wandless magic to cast silencing and additional locking spells as he stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast as cold as possible.
"Fuck. Fucking. Fucking fuck," he hissed, letting the cold water flow over him, shivering already. He growled, trying to wrest away the images plaguing his mind, trying to force his now painful erection away.
Refusing to be denied, his mind instead began supplying thoughts of her there in the shower with him. The cold water making her gasp alongside him. Making her shiver. She'd try and cover from the cold, but he wouldn't let her. He'd pin her hands to the wall, taking the brunt of the cold water, letting it mist over her with the promise to warm her up himself.
Desperately, he yanked on the handle, turning the water from ice cold to boiling hot, scorching himself. His imagination running full force, he pictured how it'd feel when he finally closed his mouth around one of those hard, ice cold little nipples. Probably as hot as the water felt flowing over him now. Enough to her her a little jolt before he soothed away the ache with slow licks and switched to the other side.
Finally admitting defeat, he reached down and began to jerk himself off furiously. Letting the pain and pleasure of the rough treatment send shivers down his spine. He planted his feet wide and leaned back against the wall, tilting his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he let his imagination run wild.
He would switch back and forth between her nipples, letting them cool just enough to keep them sensitized for his hot tongue to taste. Before releasing each, he'd give them little nips, making her soft little gasps hiccup into small shocked little moans. Once her teeth began to chatter, he'd release her reddened nipples and press up against her to feel her soft curves against his hard body, and kiss her hard, warming his lips and finally tasting her. He'd kiss his way across her cheek, and nip her cute little ears as he finally slid into her, finally feeling her heat surrounding him. He'd go slowly, making her feel every inch of him fill her. And when she finally gave him a moan just the right way, he'd reward her by turning the water hot and speeding up. She'd have no choice but to scream his name when he finally filled her hard and fast as the hot water prickled their cold skin. When he was ready, he'd rub her little clit while pounding into her and nibbling every inch of skin he could get was sure to keep her moaning. She would scream his name when she finally came on his cock. He'd make sure of that, or keep making her cum until she finally did.
"Fuck!" Fred cried out, slipping and falling on his ass as he came harder than he could ever remember in his life, coating his chest and abdomen in cum. He leaned his head back, hitting it on the edge of the tub as he struggled to catch his breath. He wiped the cum off his chest, and levitated the soap to his hand to wash away the rest of the mess he'd made. 'Maybe George is right,' Fred admitted as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He'd have to speed things up if just a revealing outfit reduced him to jerking off in the shower like a damned teenager. His cock twitched at the memory of the damned outfit. Fred glared at it, tempted to smack it into submission. Some more shower sessions may be in order if he wanted to have the self control to seduce the poor witch in properly. Once again, he made a promise to himself that all the fantasies of what he wanted to do to her would come true, just as soon as she was his for good. For every orgasm he had to endure like this alone, he'd make sure she got double when she was at his mercy.
Leaving the flustered Hermione in Luna's capable hands, Ginny excused herself and scurried out of the room, intent on finding Harry before dinner. Judging from Fred's reaction, things were about to pick up a whole lot faster than an afternoon of hand holding, and she needed to get him in their corner as soon as possible. Quietly, she tip-toed to the room he and Ron shared, and listened at the door. Not hearing any voices, she knocked the tap-tap-taptaptap-tap knock she and Harry shared when trying to get some private time. Soft shuffles met her ears, the lack of a verbal response confirming he was in there and alone.
As soon as the door cracked open, Ginny pushed her way through, throwing her arms around Harry's neck and pulling him into a kiss. Harry quickly recovered, turning them to push the door shut and press her against it. Removing his glasses, he tilted his head to take control of the kiss, slowing it down and licking along her lips before sliding in to tangle his tongue around her. Ginny sighed blissfully, not resisting as he pulled her tongue to his mouth to suck on softly. She always came in, burning with passion and he always slowed her down, forcing her to take their time and savor the moment. She loved it.
Pulling away, she turned her head away trying to catch her breath and recenter herself. Apparently determined to keep her pleasantly distracted, Harry began laving open-mouthed kisses down her neck, licking softly with each kiss he placed. "Harry," she murmured, struggling to keep focus.
"Baby," was his answering, low groan, pressing up closer. He released one of the arms wound tightly around her waist to cup her cheek and turn face to capture her lips once again. As if punishing her for her distraction, he nipped her lip lightly. Ginny couldn't resist moaning softly, the teasing driving her crazy already. Knowing he had her hooked now, Harry released her from her prison against the door, catching her as she hopped up and wrapped her arms around his slim hips. Quickly, he wrapped his arms under her ass, lifting her higher, letting her wiggle against him as she stumbled his way to the bed.
"I missed you today," he admitted, laying her down, tossing his glasses on the nightstand. Ginny smiled up at him, running her hands through his wild hair as she pulled him in for a series of soft, short kisses.
"I missed you too honey," she couldn't have stopped the bright smile if she tried. She tugged his hair back when he leaned in to kiss her hand, pressing his chest back with her free hand. "And… I've got to talk to you about something important."
"Now?" Harry whined, grinding his growing erection against her. Her head rolled back with a small moan, her resolve wavering.
'Fred owes me big time."
"Yes baby, now. Before dinner," she pushed against him firmly, wiggling away from temptation.
Harry furrowed his brow, seeing the serious look on her face. He picked back up his glasses and put them on, having a suspicion he'd need his full wits for whatever bomb Ginny was about to drop.
"This is the last one," Luna prompted Hermione, handing her a soft sweater dress. She'd kept Hermione focusing on changing in and out of new outfits, the simplistic routine of it letting the naive women cool off from being so flustered. Knowing Hermione, she'd take the extra time and peace to dig herself deeper into denial about what was plainly obvious to everyone else. It probably would have been a good chance to pump Hermione for an idea of how she felt about Fred, but Luna believed slow and steady was the way to go. Fred would undoubtedly pick up the pace now, it would do no good to show their hand this early and ruin his chances at creating an organic connection.
Hermione quickly stripped out of the soft leggings and low cut v-neck t-shirt and pulled the dress over her head. Turning back to the mirror, she plucked at the fabric and smoothed it down. It was so soft she wanted to curl up in a bed of the material, and a gorgeous soft royal blue. She adjusted the three quarter sleeves, and adjusted the neck to fit properly over her shoulders. It was a scoop neck, low but demure compared to a lot of the other items she'd tried on so far. It fell above her knees; she turned to the side and bent over, then squatted. It was long enough to keep her well covered at least.
"That's absolutely gorgeous," Luna clapped her hands joyfully. "You should wear it for dinner tonight."
Fred slunk back into his room, hair still wet, refusing to make eye contact when George bolted up from bed to stare at him questioningly. He carefully hung the towel back up to dry and grabbed a brush to fix the tangled mass of his hair. The twins held their silence, the only sound in the room the brush as he worked through the tangles, brushing it back off his face. Delaying the inevitable as long as possible, he dug through the wardrobe with the pretense of trying to pick something to wear for dinner.
"What happened?" George finally asked as he pulled out some new jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
Harry slid off the bed, pacing across the room trying to figure out just where to start. "Hermione and Fred?" He finally settled on. The look of pure shock on his face was almost comical.
"Apparently he's liked her for ages," Ginny shrugged from her seat on the bed. She patted the free space next to her, urging Harry to rejoin her. Shaking his head, he double-timed his pacing.
"They're total opposites. Nothing against Fred, but 'Mione deserves… she needs…" he faltered, not sure how to finish the sentence.
"Fred," Ginny supplied, catching him as he passed by and pulling him to sit down. "Just think about it honey. They aren't opposites. They're complimentary. They fit together." Harry shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around the bizarre concept. "He's a good man honey. He'll treat her like a goddess. Fred's always been that kind of man, and now… he's in love. It'll all be ten-fold"
"He loves her?" Harry's voice was soft. Small and scared sounding. He looked Ginny in the eye intensely. "You mean that? He loves her?"
"A lot longer than he realizes, according to George," Ginny held his hand, kissing the back of it. "Honey, you know Fred. When he commits to something, all bets are off. Given the chance, he'll love every bit of her. The good and bad. You've got to let him try. Give him a chance to prove himself. Let her make the decision for herself once they get to know each other as lovers, not just friends."
Harry sighed, every bone in his body demanding her go into protective big brother mode, kick Fred's ass, and take Hermione far away from him. She was finally getting better. But this afternoon proved there was still so much healing that needed to happen. "He can't just… heal her Gin," he whispered, sharing his deepest concern and wish.
"No," Ginny agreed immediately. "But he can hold her at night. He can kiss her and remind her she's beautiful. He can take her out on dates and spoil her rotten and teach her that she's worth all of it."
Harry pulled his hand from hers, and threw his arm around her shoulders. Still unsatisfied, he pulled her into his lap and wrapped her in a tight hug, burying his face in her hair.
"What do you need me to do?"
Two in one night cause I got impatient! A little more action this time.
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