Perfect Little Prefect

"You can't be wandering halls so much anymore. Snape is getting on my ass about your pranks." I blushed nervously, staring up at the beautiful ginger boy towering over me. He smiled mischievously and leaned down teasingly slow before pressing his soft lips to my neck. My lips parted slightly in a soft gasp.
"Like you'd report me." Fred whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. God he was frustrating.
"Somebody will s..!" He cut me off by locking our lips together needily. His hands found their way to my hips, gripping on for dear life. It was as though I'd float away if he let go. I kissed back without a second thought, getting my fingers lost in his hair.
"Let them." Fred breathily stated after a few moments, gazing into my eyes with an expression I'd had never seen on him before: utter desire.

Smut with Plot
Mature