Chapter 5: Aguamenti

Hermione was fit to be tied! She had finally found a moment of piece from all the annoyances of her life, burying herself in a good book, when he had to ruin it. She knew kissing him in the broom cupboard would have repercussions -for Merlin's sake she had pretty much jump the man!-, but ever since he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Pulling her into his lap when she went to sit, blowing her kisses or sending her a wink any time their eye's met.

George must have wheedled the story out of his brother, for he kept making obvious insinuations like, "Been in any good broom cupboards lately, Hermione?" or "Fred here's some ointment for those kneazle bites on your neck." Both making her face flame.

Ron and Harry were confused as hell, Ron had even shouted at George's last comment -"Don't forget your cloak Hermione! I hear you've lost enough items lately"- crying out "If you're not going to tell us what the hell you're talking about, would you just shut up!" This only caused a fit of giggles between the twins.

Today found Fred's hand on her shoulders, attempting to massage out the knots. She had immediately stiffened, and pulled out of his touch. Amused Fred scoffed, "Fine, just thought you looked a bit tense."

Ginny who she had been sharing the couch with let out, "I wouldn't turn that down Hermione, Weasley men give a mean back massage. If your still offering though Fred, my back is killing me."

He breathed out a response only Hermione could hear, "Of course we do, we're good with our hands." sending her a knowing smirk, before making an excuse and taking off.

Ginny catching the smirk turned to Hermione with a questioning gaze, "What was that about?" which Hermione only brushed off, angrily slamming down her book.

That was it, she couldn't take it any more. She turned around and took aim at his retreating figure, sharply casting "Aguamenti" Drenching him in ice cold water. He whipped around sputtering, but it was Ginny who gasped "Hermione!?" throwing her another confused look.

Eye's still locked with Fred's she allowed a triumphant smirk to grace her features, "Sorry he was just in desperate need of a cold shower." before turning on her heel and stocking out of the common room. This was only the beginning.

It was a lovely Sunday morning, and Fred found himself filling up on sausages and scrambled eggs in the great hall, when the owl post flew in. George and himself quickly cleared their area before the usual slew of owls landed in front of them, battling each other to deliver their letters first. Their business had been going quite well, so it was common place for them to get several request a day for more products. They worked together in a practiced fashion to relieve the owls, and began to sort the post.

A request for 12 new trick wands, he tossed it into the main pile. A letter from mum, asking how their classes were going, and could they please ask Ron what he wanted for his birthday? He passed this one to George for a quick read, and moved onto the next one A thank you letter explaining the owners love for his new Anti Gravity Hat, "Never made my Gran laugh so hard!"and a request for some Magical Moustache Miracle Stubble Grow. 12 letters later he came across something new;

Fred,

Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch at 10:00am. Come alone.

-H

He reread it a few times, his grin growing at the end of each read. I sounded to him Hermione was hoping to continue their tryst from a few days ago. After she had drenched him in ice cold water -which he couldn't deny was quite clever- he had decided to take a step back. It helped that he had been swamped in homework the last couple of days and George and him had fallen behind in their product production. Ginny was always saying "Distance makes a Witches heart grow frisky." and while he knew she probably just wanted to yell at him, he couldn't squash that small bit of hope.

A quick look at his watch told him he would have to leave now or risk being late, so he turned to George, "Can you take care of this by yourself?"

Annoyed George looked up from his own letter, "Why?"

Fred passed Hermione's note over, "I need to go meet my ladylove." a wide grin plastered on his face.

George let out a wolf whistle before saying, "I won't stand between a man and his beau." He turned to Angelina to add, "Too messy a place to be with those two anyway, wouldn't want to get shot in the eye."

She gave him a disgusted face, playfully hitting his shoulder, "Too far love!"

Fred let out an agreement, and snatched the letter back, before taking off. He made good time, walking with an extra spring in his step.

None too soon, he found himself in the change room, one curtain away from his prize. He took a took a moment to compose himself and calm his breathing before assuming what he hoped was a cool appearance. Pushing aside the curtain he stepped out into the dazzling sunlight. There she was, leaning against one of the tower walls, waiting. Waiting for him. He took a moment to commit the moment to memory, imagining all the possible outcomes. She was clad in dark jeans, and a low cut tank top-showing off a fair amount of cleavage. He noticed her cloak was throw over her bag, possibly shucked after becoming aware of the temperature. While she had her arms crossed accentuating her breasts and giving away her tension. He couldn't help imagining all the ways he could release that tension, his fingers just itching to reach out and touch her.

With a sigh he prepared to get reamed out instead, and drew her attention, "Hope I'm not late."

Her transformation was immediate; her shoulders relaxed and she pushed away from the wall, and the frown that had been sitting on her pretty mouth dissolved into a sultry smile. As she stalked toward him, hips swaying with the motion, she eyed him from head to toe humming her appreciation.

He was frozen in shock, left only to watch her and wait for the wake up call. It couldn't possibly be real, maybe he had been hit on the head and his active imagination had created to vision before him. He was proven wrong again when she reached him. Her first hand gripped his neck and her other fisted into his hair as she pulled her self up to kiss him, the feel of her unmistakably real. He kissed her back matching her intensity and let his arms grip her small waist. While continuing the kiss she slid her hands down, gently grazing the bare skin of his neck with her nails. He let out a shuddering breath against her lips.

She stopped her descent to grip his cloak, pushing it off his shoulders. He took the hint and shook it off his arms, while she kissed her way down his throat. Her fingers made quick work of his button down, and soon it too was gone. He returned the favor pulling her top up and over her shoulders, dropping it somewhere, before relishing the newly exposed skin. His hand came to a rest, cupping her breast and massaging the area, while he caught her mouth once more. It wasn't enough though and with practiced precision he unclasped and removed the offending material, allowing real access to her chest. When his thumb was finally able to brush her nipple, she gasped at the contact. A massaging pinch and she arched into him.

Delighting in her gasps he barely noticed her nimble hands undo his belt, and unzip his jeans. A firm tug and he was once again in only boxer briefs. Wanting to even the playing field he let his mouth get to work on the other breast, freeing his hands to unbutton her jeans. She let out a moan, digging her nails into his exposed hips, and soon her pants were gone as well.

She pushed him into the wall she'd been leaning on, using the surface to press herself against him. Kissing him thoroughly, before hooking her thumbs into his waistband. She slowly moved it off his ass, and then released his erection, but she didn't stop there. She began to kneel, pulling the material down with her. He was breathless, could she really be about to take him that way. He didn't dare move, only complying when she motioned for him to step out of the leg holes. He watched as she licked her lips, mouth level with his length. He gripped the wood behind him and threw his head back in a gasp, as her tongue licked the tip, tasting the salty liquid seeping out. He heard a noise but disregarded it as he felt her hand begin playing with his hip bone.

Suddenly she let go falling away from him. He didn't have time to react before she cast "Immobulus". So after she stood up, she found him stuck in quite the compromising position; His eyes were partially closed accentuating his dilated pupils, his back was slightly arched, and his hands were digging into the wall. He was frozen a vision of ecstasy. She admired her handy work, allowing a satisfied smirk to settle onto her face.

She quickly got redressed, and gathered his things. Finally speaking up she began, "I've always believed in an eye for and eye, and now I've undressed you." she trailed a finger down his chest. "Disarmed you.", she leaned in to whisper. "and watched you in nothing but a stitch." she breathed into his ear. "There's only one thing left really", she continued as she pulled away, "let you make your way back with out certain items."

She let out a laugh and triumphantly made her way to the exit. She stopped at the door and cast "finite incantatem". He felt movement return to his limbs and slid down the wall, staring at her. She looked back one more time, giving him another lingering look before meeting his eyes, "Oh and one more thing; you won't be able to hide out here for long, if I remember correctly the Ravenclaw quidditch team has a practice at 11." With a wink she took off, a merry bounce to her step, leaving him to his predicament.