I couldn't breathe. Fred reached deep inside me, deeper I could ever go alone. I knew he was watching my face. I was seeing stars behind closed eyes and his palm was pressing so nicely against me I couldn't help but grind against him.

If only Harry and Ginny knew what I was up to. Who are you kidding Hermione, they know what you're doing. There's no way they haven't noticed you and Fred both missing from your table.

I didn't intend for Fred to be getting me off in the restroom of our local Italian restaurant. The wall of the restroom was cold against my skin, and the heel of my shoe was digging into Fred's back, but he didn't seem to care.

Fred peppered kisses across my jaw and down onto my neck. I felt his teeth graze my skin and his hot breath against the pulse of my neck made me shiver.

"Cold, kitten?" I felt his smile against in the crook of my neck. "I can make you hot if you'd like."

I couldn't speak. I nodded my head weakly and he added a third finger.

"God, Hermione, you're so wet," Fred whispered into my ear. I babbled something in return. I was beyond the point of forming words. I was light headed. I had to rest my weight against Fred's body because my legs felt like they'd give out any second.

I bit into Fred's shoulder to muffle myself. He curled his fingers and his rhythm was slow, but steady. I couldn't believe I hadn't given into pleasure earlier. I cursed myself for holding out so long when I could've been sneaking around with Fred inside of me.

My fingertips went numb and I felt the release from head to toe. I could feel my body spasming around Fred's fingers and the throb intensified when Fred pressed his thumb hard against my clitoris.

"Did I live up to your fantasies?" Fred asked while he kissed the corner of my mouth. My eyes were still closed, but I knew he was smirking.

"You usually don't talk my ear off when I'm thinking of you." Fred snorted and pulled my underwear up my legs and back into place. His thumb stroked my hip softly.

"I thought our banter was the foundation of our relationship." I opened my eyes to see Fred suck the fingers that had been inside of me.

"And what kind of relationship would that be?" I couldn't believe I had the guts to ask. If I hadn't been so relaxed, I would have never had the nerve.

"You're the smartest kid in school, easily." Fred looked down at his shoes. My stomach dropped, maybe I shouldn't have asked. "And you're beautiful, and funny, and just so," he met my gaze and sighed, "so different. That's such a cliché, I know. I'm worried you'll get tired of me, but I wanted to ask you on a date so I could ask you out properly but I ruined it by giving into my own desires to have you and I-"

I kissed Fred softly on the lips. "You're rambling."

"I want to hold your hand at school and kiss you in the hallways." Fred reached for my hand and held it in his. "I want to get on your nerves the way only a boyfriend can."

"I think I can handle that."

"Wicked." Fred smoothed my dress and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Then let's get back to our table before our food arrives. I bet Ginny and Harry haven't even noticed we're gone yet."

"Of course they have, it's been almost ten minutes."

"They've been getting along so well tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if they make their own trip to the loo while we're eating dessert."