More Than That

Chapter 14

"Is Hermione in?" was the first thing that Fred asked once they entered the castle, only one thing present in his mind ever since they left Hogsmeade.

"No, I don't think so," Sage said as they began to walk up one of the stairways that led to Gryffindor.

"Good," Fred said and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked.

"Fred," Sage scolded and removed his hand from her. "There are people," she muttered.

Fred shrugged but kept his hands to himself - a hard task when all that he had been thinking about for hours was getting them back on Sage. It was torture to see her in his sweater all day, her soft hair pinned back in that way that he likes so much, and yet unable to touch or kiss her. He was used to the privilege since they were alone most of the time and he had forgotten how hard it was to be able to look at her but not have her in the way he wanted.

He didn't even notice that they had arrived at Sage's room until she was unlocking the door and relief fled through his body when the door finally opened.

The second the door shut behind him he was tossing the bags on the floor and grabbing Sage to pull her into a needy kiss, relief flooding through his body at the contact. A noise of surprise left her lips and was absorbed by his as he gripped her around her waist to pull her as close as possible, having missed the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

"Fred," she said breathlessly after pulling away. Fred opened his eyes and practically whined as he mourned the loss of her lips on his. She chuckled breathlessly at his eagerness and said, "Don't you want me to go put on the stuff we bought today?".

Fred's eyes widened as he remembered all the things that were lying in the bag that he had tossed on the floor and he nodded immediately. "Hell yes, please."

"Okay," Sage said and chuckled again while bending down to pick up the bag. "I'll be out in a minute, get comfortable," she said with a wink and entered her closet, shutting the door behind her.

He knew what 'get comfortable' meant so he stripped off his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers, and sat on the foot of her bed. He was already half-hard just from the idea of Sage in the lingerie and his restraint all day; he couldn't resist lightly stroking himself through the material to relieve some of his pent-up tension.

Only after what seemed to be a few moments later, the door to the closet was opening and Fred's breath caught in his throat, his hand having paused it's movement as he took her in.

Sage grinned bashfully at his reaction. "I figured I'd go all out," she said while walking over to him.

She was wearing the skirt that she had promised to wear - the skirt that barely covered anything and made up his wet dreams - as well as the garter belt with stockings, the leather straps perfectly wrapped around her thick thighs and leading down to black lace and sheer stockings. On her upper half, she was wearing the black lace bra underneath an open white button-up shirt, the tails of the shirt tied at the bottom just above her belly-button. She had also put her hair in a bun and had put on her glasses, something that she knew drove Fred crazy.

It was the hottest thing that Fred had ever seen. She was the hottest thing that Fred had ever seen.

"Fuck," he barely got out as his eyes raked over her body, not knowing where to look. All of it was perfect.

"Yeah?" she asked with a smirk and walked up to him to stand in between his legs.

"Yeah," he said and trailed his hands down the side of her body. "Turn around."

She did as he said, spinning around quick enough so that her skirt moved with it. His pants grew tighter as he looked at her, so tight to the point that he could feel himself straining against the zipper. The black skirt was so short that her ass practically fell out of the back of it, only the area where the tops of her thighs met her cheeks visible.