"You're killing me." A smirk twisted up on Hermione's pale face as Fred managed to push her into a broom closet. How he'd managed to find one so quickly, well, she'd never know.

"I don't quite understand, Mr. Weasley. How exactly am I killing you?" Of course, she knew. She always knew what it was that Fred needed. That was why George always sent his twin in the direction of Hermione when he was a bit irritable – she made him feel better. In the best way possible, I might add. Fred answered her question by pushing her against the wall gently and letting his hips press against her leg. There was an extremely obvious erection straining to fall from his jeans.

It was with a newly defined urgency that the eldest twin pressed his lips to Hermione's, like he'd done a hundred times before, and pulled her hips to mesh with his. Well, the best he could force them to mesh while still fully clothed. Hermione rolled her hips over his gently, teasing him in the best way she knew how. It worked as a groan fell past his slightly chapped lips and into her mouth, which had just parted to allow his tongue in.

Layers were shed as the two teens need for one another took over. It didn't matter that they were in a broom cupboard at their school, nor did it matter that Snape's office was directly down the hall, they were in their element. Hermione, losing patience, gave a feeble flick of her wand and watched with satisfied eyes as their clothing was torn away and tossed effortlessly to the ground. The boy just watched on with laughing, lust filled eyes. She had always been so impatient.

"Need you," Hermione's words left her lips before she could even think about them. God, it was so true. She was nearly ready to burst at the pressure building up in her lower abdomen. Fred, however, took his sweet time while torturing her. His lips pressed against her soft skin, sucking and nipping on random bits of her collarbone until his fingers reached up to tweak her nipples, earning him a breathy moan from his brother's girlfriend. Yeah, maybe it was wrong to be running around with Ickle-Ronniekins 'true love' but Merlin, she was good in bed. Fred's lips wrapped around a single nipple, suckling one of many sensitive areas on this girl's body. Thankfully for him, he knew nearly all of them. It was actually kind of sad that Ron still believed the girl to be a virgin when she was so obviously anything but.

Rather peeved by his lack of 'getting the job done', Hermione wrapped her small hand over his erection and pumped her hand slowly, as if daring him to keep going at such a slow pace. He growled out at the contact. "Tease," It was a murmur, but honestly, Fred knew that he was the one deserving the title at that very moment. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying her best to lead his swelling cock into her tight folds. It wasn't working out in her favor; he was just too much for her. That didn't stop his thumb from pressing against the bundle of nerves located on the girl's core, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. He was rewarded with a whimper. "I swear to god, if you do not have your wicked way with me right now we're never having sex again." It was an empty threat. Hermione would never break off sexual contact with Fred – not unless Ron found out and somehow found it within his heart to forgive her for mindlessly fucking his older brother, which wasn't bloody likely.

Once Fred finally forced his way inside of Hermione's slick folds, the girl let out a cry and dug her nails gently into the skin of his back. He smirked ever so slightly as a grunt left his own lips that were currently lavishing the girl's neck in sweet kisses. As always, the pair of them were careful not to leave marks. What would Katie think if Fred came bounding into the common room with lovebites all over his neck? Surely, the two of them weren't having sex. Katie was the epitome of a prude. That was the last thing on his mind however, as he forced himself in and out of the fifth year's petite body, several grunts pushing past his lips as he did so. It only took another two minutes for the both of them to become spent. He'd let himself go inside of her, as usual, and she had hit her high nearly seconds after he did. Hermione smirked up at the seventh year Gryffindor as she pushed him back gently and found herself on her feet, finding her discarded wand and letting her clothes, once again, find their way onto her body. It had taken some time, but she'd finally figured out a way to force herself not to look as if she'd been properly fucked whenever she left Fred.

Fred watched effortlessly as the younger girl strolled away from him, headed towards the common room that they'd undoubtedly have a good snog in later on that night. "Oh, hello Ron." Hermione placed a gentle kiss on her boyfriend's lips, intertwining their fingers and pulling him off without a single glance in the direction of the other Weasley. Wicked.