Chapter one: Alohomora

Fred Weasley infamous prankster, co owner of the Weasley Wizards Wheezes, always up to something Fred. Had to finally admit it. After rewriting his charms essay on creative uses for spells, wearing out his trick wand, and eating all the Bearty Botts every flavor beans (that he had incidentally charmed to spell out foul words). He was bored and as it was Saturday, pouring, and Gorge had left him alone to go snog Angelina, he was stuck twiddling his thumbs in the common room.

He began to let his mind wander, and as they tended to when he was seeking amusement his thoughts turned to trusty mischief.

Looking around the room he found quite a few victims ready for the picking. His eyes settled on Ron furiously writing in the corner. Maybe just a quick warm up. He subtly pointed his wand at Ron's ink bottle and whispered "Mobiliarbus". Just as Ron went to dip his quill Fred moved it just out of the way and watch his brother tap his quill on the table with a look of confusion. He repeated the process until it turned more into a game of how far he could move the bottle before Ron noticed. The answer came with a crash and save from Hermione, who glared at Fred's chuckles.

After a stretch of pretending to nap, until Hermione stopped scrutinizing him. He turned his attention to a first year turning her hair bright blue. To his disappointment no one noticed the sudden bright colour, so he moved to another first year turning their hair a violent shade of pink. Next someones was purple, then green, orange, than white. Just as he was about to finish the right side of the room he heard a voice to his right huff "Would. You. Stop. That" enunciating her words with blows from a near by cushion. He put down the arm that had raised in his defense to see an annoyed Hermione continue "Some people are trying to concentrate."

Fred only laughed, "Just thought I do some redecorating!"

With a scoff of indignation Hermione waltzed away, muttering to herself, "Redecorating!...I never.. Helpless first years!" finally stopping near Ron where she began to pace, occasionally throwing her hands into the air.

Now that had been more like it. A proper reaction to Mischief. Though he also would have settled for gasps or applause of course, but there was something satisfying about getting Hermione all worked up. Maybe it was the way a simple spell could make her so animated, at least that's what it was when was younger. If he was being honest with himself growing up had given him a much more adult admiration of her anger. Her tensed leg muscles were always nice to look at. Sometimes it was her hair that caught his eye, the now relaxed curls still bounced with vigor, and the contrast of dark brown sweeping across the white of her uniform button down was quite pleasing. Most of the time though he could never pull his eyes away from her chest, that was thrust out by stiff shoulders with her anger, and had become quite developed over the last few years. Today was no different as Fred smirked, got more comfortable and lazily watched her pace, his eyes riveted to her very bouncy breasts.

As he watched her bouncing away he got a roguish thought. Could they bounce more? With a wicked smile he glance at his essay.

Could it work?

You'll only know if you try.

So as the unsuspecting girl turned her back to him, he pointed his wand, aimed between her shoulder blades, and whispered "Alohomora"

He was immediately rewarded. A visible movement had taken place under her shirt, and an audible squeak left her lips. Fred quickly grabbed One of his books of the table pretending to read, as she whipped around to look at him. To his delight the movement caused wild moment in her chest and she let out another wonderful squeak. He forced a concerned look onto his face and lowered the book "You alright Hermione?"

By this point a lovely rouge covered her cheeks as she stuttered out "N-No I-I'm fine." he could see her panicked contemplation, over the rim of his book. He watched as she twisted around and again moved her chest, making sure no one was looking. Slowly she attempted to feel around her back and re-latch her bra. This only caused her problem to grow as to Fred's astonishment one and then -in her attempt to catch the first one- two pale blue bra straps appeared below her shirt-sleeves. This was working out better than he had hoped. He hadn't thought about it much, but when it had crossed his mind he had imagined something white or basic beige. With a new light in his eyes at the colour he couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing a matching set.

In her alarm her breath had quickened, causing to Fred's increasing delight, her breast to heave upward again and again. She glanced at the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories and set off at a brisk pace. Fred was entranced, They were thrashing, free from their confinement, making at least a double bounce per step. As she reached the stairs he rose driven by his curiosity and set off to follow her. This would be his last chance.

With out a second thought as she was reaching the landing, he placed his foot onto the stairs. A light thud drew the attention of the Gryffindors near by, and forgetting her plan to sneak away Hermione screamed. The stairs of course had become a slide causing her to loose her footing and shoot down the stairs feet first, hands above her head, coming to a stop only once she hit the carpet at the bottom. During all this Fred backed away keeping a good view of the girl.

How could he have ever thought today was boring? Here at his feet lay Hermione her bra officially dislodged and settled around her stomach, allowing her pert pink nipples to be seen pressed against her white shirt. Her wild hair stretched above her head with her arms. Her right leg was bent at such an angle that her already pushed up skirt was almost bunched against her waist, not to mention her quick stop had caused her legs to spread open. Over all she looked wanton, a thought egged on in Fred's head by the throaty moan that escaped her lips from the pain. More than worth the experience, he had gotten his answer. Beneath her skirt had lain a matching lacy silk pair of pail blue knickers.

Hermione opened her eyes to see a dazed Fred standing at her feet. All at once she came back to her senses, with a gasp she snapped her legs shut. Quickly getting up she failed to notice her bra finally falling from her shirt and Fred got the whole package. The full image of the bra, her freed breast jumping and swaying about, and an up close view right down the top of her shirt, searing the colour and shape of her nipples and breasts to mind forever.

The show wasn't over however as she turned once more to head up to stairs away from prying eyes, her foot caught on her forgotten bra and she tumbled again to the floor. She landed ungracefully on all fours, only catching herself just before her face smashed off the stairs. Ass thrust in the air toward Fred and skirt flipped up and once again bunched at her waist. He was able to see her tight cheeks hugged and accentuated, but very visible uncovered by the see through light blue lace.

She cried out, once again gaining her footing and took off up the stairs and out of sight. Leaving Fred with one more quick, unintended flash of blue.

Later that night found Fred wide awake while indecent visions flashed across his mind of Hermione, and the light blue bra now hanging at the top of his bed post.