Note: In this story Hermione is 16 in 4th year, making Fred 18 in 6th year.

HERMIONE

It was in every other way a quiet unassuming day the moment Hermione Granger noticed Fred Weasley for the first time. She had noticed him before of course; always running amok around the castle with George; sleeping in the room next to her when she stayed in the Burrow; and just generally popping up around the place. But for some reason she had never looked at him like she did today. Maybe it was just because she was getting older and had actually found herself getting interested in boys for once; going so far as to smuggle a book out of the restricted section entitled ' The Naughty Witches Wild Imagination' and staying up all night pouring over the pages, occasionally letting her hands wander from the thick parchment.

Hermione thought about it, she had caught herself looking at Dean Thomas's newly formed muscles a lot more than usual lately; maybe it was just a general interest in the male population of Hogwarts (which suddenly seemed to have swelled in size) rather than a specific interest in Fred.

He had just climbed through the portrait hole, laughing and joking with George, his arm hanging casually round the shoulder of Angelina Johnson, his hair shining with raindrops as they trooped their way back from quidditch practice. Hermione had looked up and found herself filled with a strange sort of longing to be the one that Fred was lavishing his attention on, the feeling changing to jealousy as he swung round and pulled Ange into a crushing bear hug, with George quickly moving round to squash her in on the other side. She quickly pushed these thoughts aside and turned her eyes back to her transfiguration essay which was already a foot longer than it needed to be.

"Hermione, Could you just.. Sort of twist that way for a second?"
She looked around and saw Ron sitting on the floor near her armchair, his body contorted into an uncomfortable position as he tried to make out a sentence near the beginning of her parchment.

"No Ronald!" Hermione sighed exasperated, "How are you ever going to learn?"

She listened to him make some feeble excuse about how she wouldn't feel so harsh when he failed the yearly exams before deciding that she was too tired to do any more work tonight anyway and headed up to her dormitory. On impulse she flipped her curly brown hair a little as she walked across the room (Something she had seen Parvati do one to many times) and felt her lower stomach flip a little as she caught Fred's eyes and smiled, earning her a sexy wink in return. Feeling a blush creep across her cheeks she hurried up the curved staircase before she did anything to ruin what she felt had been a small triumph in her limited experience of boys.

Two hours later Hermione was still awake, lying in bed and listening to the rain lash against the windows, sounding like thousands of tiny drums beats. She sighed and rolled over for the thousandth time, finally giving in to temptation and reaching into the crack between the bottom of her mattress and the frame of her four poster bed, pulling out her recently acquired book. Her heart suddenly speeding up, whether from arousal or due to the fact that she was holding the book in a room full of girls who were not necessarily asleep, she quickly checked that the thick maroon hangings around her bed were shut firmly, pulling out her wand and uttering a quick spell that sealed them, and her, off from the room outside them. Muttering a second spell under her breath she caused a small orb of light to hang in the air over her head, allowing a soft warm glow to spread across her cacoon. Her heart still fluttering in her chest Hermione opening the book to a page she had bookmarked and began to read where she had finished a few nights before;

Victoria looked up into the eyes of the man standing before her.
'What do you want?' he repeated forcefully as he stared down at the beautiful witch before him, scantily clad in only a short skirt and soft blouse, her surprise at finding him awake at this hour still evident on her face.
'I.. I don't know,' she stammered even as every fibre of her being screamed out at him to touch her, kiss her, throw her down on the table and fuck her until she screamed his name..
'Yes you do,' he replied just as forcefully as, taking her by surprise for the second time that night, he leaned down and kissed her plump pouting lips as hard as he could, bringing his right hand up to grasp one of her heaving breasts at the same time.

Pulling back he looked at her again, raising one eyebrow in a clear question.
'Please,' she whispered, swallowing hard and looking up at him again, 'Please don't stop...'
Making a small sort of growling noise in approval the man hastened to agree latching his mouth back onto hers, this time forcing hers open roughly with his tongue moaning deeply into her mouth as she brought her hand up and curled them into his hair, pulling him even closer. He moved slowly backwards, pushing her with him until her ass bumped into the edge of a table behind her.

'Up,' he grunted, half lifting her as she pushed herself up onto the ledge wrapping her legs around his lower chest as she did so, moaning as his hand found her breast again and began playing with one of her tight little nipples, rolling it around as she moaned loudly into his mouth, feeling her underwear grow damp and a great heat spreading throughout her entire body.'

As Hermione read she found that she could not help but picture herself as Victoria, reading everything as though it was her caught up in some midnight affair, feeling herself leaking slightly into her knickers. And, although she tried to push it away at first, she gradually found her mind transforming the man in the scenario into none other than Fred Weasley, eventually letting herself picture the two of them as her need for release built. Clamping her lips together to prevent herself from moaning, which she desperately wanted to do Hermione rubbed her thighs together, trying to create some friction as she leant against the headboard the book resting between her closed legs. Finally, abandoning all pretences, Hermione reached had hand under the waistband of her pyjama shorts and dipped a finger into her soaking wet folds, letting out a soft moan as she did so, before hastily shutting her mouth, which had fallen open at the sensation and hoping anyone who was listening had associated it with a soft snore. Now softly stroking up and down, being careful not to be too fast as she knew she was dangerously close to her climax, Hermione continued to scan the pages, attempting to hold off her own building orgasm until the woman in the story achieved hers.

Ripping open the buttons at the top of her blouse Fred grabbed one of her heavy breasts in his hand before bending forwards and closing his mouth over the taunt nipple, earning a shriek as she revelled in the new sensation. Almost unconsciously she reached her hand down towards her throbbing centre, needing to be touched there so badly.

However Fred just gave a soft laugh before grabbing her wrist and moving it back to the edge of the table. Smiling as Hermione moaned in desperation he leaned forwards and whispered in her ear, 'You're going to want to be holding on babe.'
Then he knelt down until his knees were touching the stone floor, his eyes at perfect level with Hermione's incredibly damp opening, clearly visible through her open skirt and white panties.
'Put your feet on my shoulders,' he commanded, his voice coming out somewhat hoarse as he continued to gaze at the wondrous sight before him.
Hastening to obey Hermione opened up to him even wider allowing him access to her most private parts, whilst simultaneously causing another wave of her arousal to soak her now see-through underwear.
Fred reached forwards and, grasping hold of the edge of her under garments ripped them away in a single movement, as Hermione leaned backwards, resting on her elbows, her clit standing erect and hard as it begged to be touched, a small drip actually running from her opening down the edge of her thigh.
Fred slowly placed his mouth on her open centre kissing it softly as Hermione moaned louder and sat up, grabbing his hair.
'Please, please... now' she begged, not even sure what she was asking for, just knowing that she needed something.
Fred complied and slowly inserted his tongue into her tight, drenched opening before withdrawing and forcing it in again harder than before.
Feeling herself tighten up already Hermione moaned his name, grabbing at one of her nipples and twisting it between her fingers, all previous inhibitions gone.

His tongue slowly moved up and down, licking around her sensitive nub, but never touching it. Finally, Grabbing the curves of both Hermione's glorious ass cheeks he began to softly stoke his tongue over her clitoris, feeling a flush of wetness begin to flow from Hermione's glistening centre. However, he knew she was very close and that he wouldn't have much longer to explore, so gently and tentatively he began to insert his long index finger, waiting for her long loud moan of approval before quickly making it two digits and speeding up the pace.

Hermione was now gently rocking back and forth whist grabbing at the edge of the table, desperately holding onto anything as the pressure in her lower abdomen reached burning point.
She let out one extremely loud and breathy moan before crying 'Fred, Fred, I'm so close…. Fred I'm…'

However Fred had attached his mouth to her nub and was now alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue very quickly and this in combination with his fast pumping fingers had now pushed Hermione over the edge. Hermione felt her insides explode as she screamed Fred's name, feeling herself push wetness out over Fred's tongue, her insides pulsing, as she closed her eyes and gripped his thick red hair for all she was worth, curling her toes against his shoulders as she let out one last shudder and felt herself being pulled forwards by Fred who enveloped her in his arms and she shook and continued to feel the after waves of the most explosive orgasm she had ever had..

Meanwhile back in her bed Hermione had removed all of her lower garments; her fingers flying over her soaked clitoris as she imagined them as Fred's tongue, opening her mouth in a silent scream as she inserted a finger into her opening, pushing her into her orgasm and feeling its strong wave wash over her; clamping her thighs over her hand while continue to pump her finger until at last her muscles began to unclench. Glistening with sheen of sweat, Hermione wiped her shaking fingers on her sheet before replacing her pyjamas (without her soaked underwear) and falling into a deep sleep, haunted all night by dreams about a certain Weasley twin.