Blue

Her gown is magnificent and the moment she stepped in the room, all eyes have been glued to her. The satin is a rich, royal blue that is reminiscent of midnight skies – only more sensual, if possible.

Her smile had switched between politely interested, mischievous, sly and slightly dazed. Fred's personal favorite was the mischievous one; it had given him shivers down his back and had made his fingers itch. He noticed many other blokes were taking a liking to her smile, too. But he had to say that the one she was currently wearing suited him just as much.

Her lips were berry-red with his kisses and cheeks darkened by either his stubble or passion. The straps of her gown hung down her arms, revealing her breasts to his eyes and mouth.

What turned him on the most was the sight of the bunched up blue material around her waist and her legs round his waist.

His penetration was slow and he did it solely for the pleasure of watching the kaleidoscope of emotions on her face. She's his to do with as he pleases tonight; she hasn't got much of a say in this first encounter of theirs. Not that he usually treats the women he beds like dolls; not that he ever expected it from her fierce nature.

But Fred's not worried. Something tells him this won't be a single event. It will be joined by many more of this type. And he can safely say that then he'll be Hermione Granger's doll to do with as she pleases. And he'll let her, enjoying every single minute of the ride. Yeah, he has no problem imagining her riding him.

Right now, though, his fingers are slippery with the blue satin and he's carefully memorizing every expression she makes. He's wanted her for ages and this is more than plucking a ripe fruit – this is going to become permanent.