Decorations- ApplesandBeckett

I don't own the characters, I just love them

'Give it a rest Hermione' he called from the red couch in the room of requirement

'Well if you'd just help!' she snapped. She was perched atop a gold flecked ladder trying without much success to remove the horrid tinsel Fred had waved up there with his wand about an hour ago. She wasn't really sure why she had come to the room of requirement so early, their DA meeting wasn't for two or so hours, but when she had stepped through the door it had been clear. She had arrived early to clean up the ridiculous mess Fred had created.

He had been practicing some new inventions with George to hopefully sell over the Christmas holidays if they could perfect them in time. George had left a while before she'd arrived, hoping to snatch some of the first years to test their stuff on. There was the extra sticky spello-tape, that Hermione found wrapped its self around the intended gift un-wrapper so that their hands were bound and they couldn't find out what their present was, she had taken to a non-verbal spell to unstick her hands from the tape roll. This had annoyed Fred and he started to jot down notes on the hole in their product she had found.

There was twinkling baubles that reflected your face when you looked into them, then swirled and put funny things on your reflection like a Santa hat, pirate eye patch, or in Hermione's case a handle bar moustache.

Then sour tasting candy canes that locked the consumers jaw, she hadn't tried these, just chucked them in a box as Fred complained from the couch he was still writing notes on. She was dumping each of the boxes next to him as she sorted out the room, trying to safety proof it before their lesson that evening.

And finally she was tackling the tinsel that would sprout mistletoe over the heads of those standing beneath it or shower snow from silver bells. She had to admit (to herself) that is was very impressive. But after three dumping's of snow over her head and a whole mistletoe bush sprouting over Fred's head, followed by many suggestive comments she was rather peeved at the decoration.

'Just leave it' he said watching her pulling a string down and chucking it into the box below

'No' she climbed down the ladder and pushed it across the floor to the next strand, a dusting of cold snow dropped on her head as she went to untie the magically fastened decoration.

'Come on it will be funny, just think; Harry will be standing next to Cho and then bam! Mistletoe, it will be hilarious to watch their faces!' He laughed watching her struggle on the top of the ladder

'No, that's horrid' she tugged at the strand angrily and swayed on the top step of the ladder

'Be careful' he said a slight sense of worry in his voice

'Ha! Coming from you' she said in an annoyed voice and yanked the mistletoe-and-snow-making string hard, over balancing and tumbling off the ladder. She felt herself fall, then land hard. Two grunts of pain sounded.

She had landed on Fred, who'd been sitting on the couch below. With the force of the fall she had knocked the boxes and they had spilled over them, the reflective baubles rolling away across the floor, the candy canes snapping as the hit the hard ground and the tape latching on to them, binding them together.

'Gah!' she snapped trying to remove herself from Fred's lap but finding herself fused. She trashed around trying to pull it off.

Fred was stuck in another situation. He'd been watching the prettiest witch walk around for over an hour, climbing up ladders in a skirt and carrying boxes big enough to press against her fine bosom. Now here she was basically giving him an accidental lap dance.

'Help me get these off' she groaned through gritted teeth grabbing at her wrists that were bound by Weasley-spello-tape handcuffs to his.

'Ok' He muttered, as he went to grab the tape cuffs on her left wrist with his right, his arm pulled her in closer, so her back was pressed firmly to his, he liked the feeling of her being so close to him, she smelled amazing. As they grabbed at the glue like tape binding their wrists together, their movements shook each over, so that her hips wiggled over his, making him bite back a moan.

After a few minutes of struggling and almost trashing around in frustration, Hermione was absolutely pissed and he was thoroughly turned on.

'Gah, I'm an idiot' she groaned. She screwed up her eyes and concentrated on the nonverbal spell relashio.

Their bindings broke and fell to the floor, leaving her sitting stunned in his lap at her idiotic moment of muggleness and him praying she wouldn't feel his reaction to the situation. But only seconds later did she realize that she wasn't sitting on firm thigh, she had something very prominent and hard pressing against her. She gasped. And he groaned in embarrassment. She tried to remove herself from his lap but failed to pull herself up completely, falling back into his lap. The contact made him moan before he could stop himself and she sat stunned for a second. Had she just made him moan? Little, prefect, bookworm Hermione, made sexy, smart Fred Weasley moan?

Curiosity got the better of her and she rolled her hips, his hands jumped to her pelvis and held her there, proof that he liked her action. She went to do it again, and his hands helped guide her. Neither were truly sure what was happening, but neither wanted to stop. He lifted her up and turned her, she settled her knees either side of his hips and he lowered her back down to his lap, she even gave a soft moan this time, the bulge in his robes pressing against her in an excellent spot. He placed a hand on her face and pulled her to his, crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was hot and intense. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him, her breasts pressing against his toned chest.

As he deepened the kiss she began to slowly move her hips, just enough to make him notice. And that he did. The hand on her back trailed down to her butt then across to her hip, he began to push and pull it towards him, making her move along him. She understood what he wanted and began to repeat the movement, slow and firm against him. He kissed her cheek then down to her jaw, sucking on her pulse point for a moment-making her press harder into him. Increasing the pace, she moved her pelvis up and down him as she straddled his lap, making him lean back into the couch in pleasure. Keeping the pace, she leant forward and kissed his lips, her tongue sliding out to trace his bottom lip. His hands were dancing over her back, memorizing her curves.

As she pressed a little firmer against him she heard him gasp and buck his hips a little, she grinned to herself and decided to quicken her pace. Bouncing on him, she heard him whisper something that sound like 'Duck' and she knew he was close. His breath was quick gasps; eyes were screwed shut and hand fisting the red material on the couch.

She had never been wicked before in her life, but now seemed the perfect time to start. Her hips ground into his and he groaned in absolute pleasure, she grinned then jumped off him.

'That's pay back for the decorations' she grinned wickedly then walked out of the room of requirement, pulling her skirt hem down as she went.

He sat stunned, heart pounding, breath quick and a terrible throbbing in his pants. Oh well played Hermione, but this now means war…. he grinned.

Apples and Beckett

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