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34. Framione

"Are you crazy? We're going to get caught!" Hermione squeaked as Fred pulled her down the corridor. He laughed softly.

"Stop worrying, love. We'll be fine. Now come on, hurry up." He tugged her along behind him, glancing into classrooms as they went along.

Suddenly, he stopped and dodged into one of the rooms, yanking her in behind him. He swung her into the room, stopping himself long enough to shut the door as quietly as possible and locking it. He turned around and leaned back against the door, a sly grin playing at his lips. Hermione was pacing around the room, anxiety evident in every fiber of her body. She was wringing her hands in front of her, mumbling to herself as she paced around the edges of the room. Fred shook his head and stepped out just as she was about to make another lap past him. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, stilling her feet. She continued to look around the room. He reached a finger under her chin and forced her to still and look at him.

"Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Everything will be just fine. Trust me." He kissed her softly, pulling her tighter against his chest. Her hands slowly slid up his sides and rested just below his shoulders as she leaned into him. As the kiss ended, she looked up at him with clouded eyes.

"You're sure he won't find us here?" she whispered. Fred let out a laugh.

"Don't you worry, love. Georgie will make sure ickle Ronniekins stays right where he is. Not that he knows why he's doing it." Hermione let her shoulders sag a bit as she relaxed into him again, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. Fred leaned his face down and breathed in the scent of her hair. He slowly slid his hands from her waist up to the hem of her shirt. He leaned his mouth down, right next to her ear.

"Let me help you relax, Hermione. Let me make you forget everything going on outside. Right now, it's just you and I. No Ron, no George, no one else. Just us. Let me help you forget." He whispered. He swept her hair back over her shoulder and kissed up her neck, stopping behind her ear. He could feel the heat rising across the skin of her neck, creeping from her collar bone up to her jawline. He knew when he pulled back, he'd see her flushed cheeks, and wasn't disappointed. She had closed her eyes at his teasing, and slowly opened them as he looked at her. She slowly smiled up at him, wrapping her arms up around his neck now. She pulled him down to her, pressing her lips to his. Her lips parted and her tongue stroked his lips. He grinned into the kiss, opening his own lips, inviting her in. Her tongue shot into his mouth, swirling with his own. When she released him from the intoxicating kiss, she whispered against his lips.

"Make me forget, Fred. Make me forget everything." Without hesitation, Fred dipped down and captured her lips with his own again, then grabbed the back of her thighs, bringing her legs up around his hips, and carried her across to the large desk at the front of the room. He gently sat her on the edge of the desk, releasing her thighs and bringing his hands up to her face, cupping her jaw gently. She parted her lips and he took the opportunity to sneak his tongue into her mouth this time, caressing and exploring her mouth. As he did, he released her jaw and slid his hands down onto her shoulders, running his thumbs over her collarbones on each side as he passed over them. She shuddered under his touch but continued to kiss him deeply. He passed his fingertips over her shoulders, then down her arms and onto her hips. His fingers found the bottom hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, as she had changed out of her uniform shirt at the end of the school day to be more comfortable. He slid his hands under the shirt and smoothed them up onto her lower back, feeling her smooth, warm skin. He felt her hands slide up his chest again, then she started slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his oxford shirt. As she reached the last button, she ran her hands up his abs, feeling the strong muscles that Quidditch training had blessed him with.

A soft moan vibrated in the back of her throat, and Fred took that as his que to sweep her shirt up over her head in a swift motion, exposing her simple black bra. He smiled to himself, then traced the smooth material with a fingertip. She trembled at his touch, her fingers smoothing up and down his stomach. He captured her eyes, holding her gaze as he slipped his finger under the material, flicking it across her tight nipple. Her body jerked in response, her back arching toward him suddenly. He smiled slowly at her again, then pressed his lips to hers again as he slid his hand to her back, unfastening her bra with fast fingers. As it fell from her shoulders, he pulled back from her lips and took in the sight of her bare breasts. The pause was short lived, and he quickly dropped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His hand found her other breast and cupped it, squeezing it gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Hermione let her head drop back, biting her lip to stifle the moan that bubbled in her throat. She managed to gather enough of herself and lifted her head. She reached up and ran a finger along his jaw, feeling the muscles work as he flicked across her sensitive skin. She traced the curve of his neck down to where it joined his shoulder, then pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He released his hand from her breast, letting the fabric fall to the floor. As it landed in a heap behind him, he kissed across her sternum and took the nipple he had been pulling at with his fingers into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue again. Hermione's head fell back again, and she felt him press his hips into her, pushing her thighs farther apart. She couldn't stop the moan that left her lips this time.