Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 7:

Chapter 7: Looking at the Stars

Hermione’s mind was going berserk. She couldn’t possibly wear those striped shorts that could barely be classified as shorts; they barely covered her bum. And there was the top. She usually wore a cami without a bra. That would settle well with Fred. Ron saw her in her “pajamas” once, and that was nearly all he could take.

But then again, Fred wasn’t Ron. He was older. But he was a Weasley. He was more mature. But he was a major prankster. And he was so…Fred.

Hermione eventually decided that she’d just wear a bra underneath her normal pajamas.

Fred was having a conniption. Hermione would be sharing his bed with him. And he only wore his boxers to bed. He couldn’t just wear his boxers to bed. Angelina had once told him that with his shirt off, he could easily turn on any girl.

But then again, Hermione wasn’t any girl. She wasn’t purely attracted by looks. But then again, who wasn’t at least a little attracted by looks? She was smart. But she was a sarcastic know-it-all. And she was so…Hermione.

Fred eventually decided that he’d just wear a shirt with his boxers.

“Fred, are you going to get ready for bed first or am I?”

“Since we’re sleeping in my room, you should get ready first.”

“Alright.” So Hermione led Fred into her room and into her closet.

Hermione undressed and dressed herself with a wave of her wand, just to spare the embarrassment for herself of Fred.

Fred was quite amazed at the body Hermione had. Her “pajamas” (if you could call them that) surely showed her assets. She was a tiny person, with a flat stomach, long legs, noticeable hips, apparent boobs (especially wearing just a cami), a shapely torso, strong lean arms, a graceful neck, and smooth soft skin. She was just shy of 5’6”, which was quite dramatic next to Fred’s 6’6” frame.

The two walked side by side into Fred’s room. He went into his closet, and dressed and undressed with a wave of his wand.

In what you could call his pajamas, you could see the muscles in Fred’s chest strain when he stretched. He was incredibly tall, with a runner’s look to him. His legs and arms were muscular. He had broad shoulders and chiseled features. In three words, he could be described as every woman’s dream.

Eventually, Fred and Hermione got into Fred’s bed. But that wasn’t until after they had both gotten a glass of water, went to the loo, brushed their teeth, fluffed their pillows, and adjusted their bed covers.

Fred’s bed faced the North wall of his bedroom and was on the south wall. The west was nearly entirely windows. And there were, of course, massive hunter green curtains. The curtains matched the pattern on Fred’s bedding. The carpeting was off-white like the crisp one thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets on Fred’s bed. Fred’s bed frame and dressers were made of cherry wood and made the pale yellow walls stick out. There were pictures covering the walls; pictures of every Weasley and Potter and many friends.

Because of their predicament, Hermione could only be on the right side of the bed, and Fred could only be on the left. At first, they were over on each side as far as they could go. (They thought of the cooties to be caught for a moment.) They soon realized that it was incredibly uncomfortable (and that, no, you would not catch cooties). As a result of this realization, they moved closer to each other. It took a few minutes, because they only inched two inches at a time. Eventually, they were laying next to each other and almost, just almost, touching.

“Well, Fred,” Hermione said into the darkness of Fred’s bedroom, “goodnight. I hope you don’t snore.”

“Goodnight Hermione. I hope you don’t snore.”