One Summer

I went to bed early that night. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about the feeling of Fred's lips against mine, his naked skin and, him being—God, we just made out and he was hard...just from me. The thought of what could happen between us if we'd just get a second to ourselves. This had been great, but it wasn't enough.

I was woken up by a loud bang. I jerked up, sitting up straight. Heavy rain was pouring against the window. Hermione and Ginny were still fast asleep. I grabbed the book I was currently reading and sneaked out of the room. The house was dark, and I used my wand to light my way. When I arrived in the living room, it was empty. Heavy rain hammered against the window, and I plopped down on the couch. When I glanced at the clock, it had just passed three in the morning.

I opened the book and held the light so I could read. I had started it a while ago, but it never really caught my attention. It was boring, and it seemed as if it would never end.

‚He pressed her against the kitchen counter, kissing her neck.' 

Finally something happened. I leaned back into the couch and glanced up to check if anyone was there. This book was about some muggles, but I couldn't help but imagine myself as the main character who was about to have a good time. And the guy, he was tall with brown eyes—just like Fred. 

‚He let his hand slip underneath her skirt, his slim fingers stroking over her now exposed clit.'

I bit down onto my lip. I hadn't expected the mood to change so quickly, but I was down for it. I thought of how Fred's hand had felt on my skin and wondered how good they would feel between my legs. I pressed my legs together tightly and bit down onto my finger.

„She moaned into the kiss, his hand massaging her breast under her shirt."

I slowly let my hand wander down my stomach. I shouldn't do it. I was in the Weasley's living room. Someone could come down—someone who wasn't Fred, because dear lord, I couldn't guarantee anything if he would come down right now. I imagined my hand was his when I let it slip underneath my panties. I had one last look to see if anyone was there—maybe hoping Fred would stand there, grinning—but no one was. 

„His fingers thrusted into her. She whimpered—it felt so good, so right."

I closed my eyes and let the book slip onto the couch. Gently moving my fingers over my most sensitive spot, thinking of Fred, I felt a second heartbeat underneath them. I imagined how he would look me in the eyes, how a smirk would linger on his lips, because he knew he had full control over me. I bit harder down on my finger, suppressing little moans. My head fell back onto the back of the couch. Bloody hell, how did I end up like this? I arrived not even two days ago, and it would still be another six weeks that I'd have to go through with this unbelievably handsome boy around, who looked at me as if he would kiss me right here and then every time. I was so doomed.

My movements became faster, and I let a finger enter me as I imagined Fred doing it. I was soaked just from the thought. A whimper escaped my lips, and I stopped for a second, listening if I would hear anything. I didn't, so I quickly increased the pace again. I started to imagine how Fred would go down on me. How he would kneel in front of me right now, pressing his lips against my heat. I thought about how his hands around my thigh would feel, how my hands would be tangled in his hair, pressing him closer.  

Fuck. 

I remembered how he had kissed me in the lake—my lips, my hand, my neck. My breath grew heavy as I slipped another finger into me. I thrusted my fingers in and out now. Whimpers and moans that I couldn't swallow anymore, and the still heavy falling rain filled the quiet room. My brows were furrowed and my mouth slightly parted. I felt the muscles in my thighs tense—I was close.

The thoughts of Fred touching me like this had clouded my mind. I was lost in imagining how good he would feel, how good he would do. The way he would make me beg or whisper dirty things in my ear while his fingers make me come. 

A single creak of wood came from upstairs, and I froze. Another creak, but this time it was followed by footsteps. I quickly pulled my fingers out, painfully leaving my still pulsating heat. I glanced at the clock—03:34 AM. I kept quiet. Maybe the person would just go to the kitchen to get some water and disappear again without noticing me. I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs—it definitely was one of the boys.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as a tall shadow walked into the kitchen. I tried to keep my breath steady. The footsteps stopped, but there was no sound of water running or the door of the fridge opening. Nothing. After a few moments, the person seemed to turn around again and reach for the stairs. I was almost able to continue when a bolt of lightning that struck very close by illuminated the room, and I could identify the figure as Fred. Of course it had to be him. Just for a second I thought he hadn't seen me, but then his shadow came back into sight, making its way towards me.

„I knew you'd be here somewhere." He said, his voice was low.

„Did you, huh?" I smiled to myself as he plopped down next to me. He was only wearing his boxers and a thin silver necklace that I hadn't noticed before. 

„Mhm," He grabbed my face and leaned in to kiss me. „I felt it. I woke up and had to come down and see if you're here again."

He caressed my cheek with his thumb, and I stroked my hands over his chest and shoulders. „We cannot make this a daily activity...meeting at night, I mean." I mumbled against his lips.

„Then we'll have to make the best of tonight." He kissed me again, making me breathless.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled me onto his lap by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into his body. He placed his hands underneath the short fabric of my sleeping pants. His hands didn't just rest there but squeezed firmly. He pulled me closer so that I was sitting on his hips. His hands guided me to move back and forth against him, making him gasp. 

I left his lips and began trailing kisses along his jaw and neck. He moved his head to the side, brushing one hand over my back. His fingers sliding under my shirt. I sucked his skin just below his ear, my hands touching every part of him that I could reach. He was already starting to get hard down below.

„This is unfair," he breathed.

I turned to face him. „What do you mean?"

A smirk formed on his lips. „You get to see me like this. You get to just touch me." His eyes flickered down to my mouth before continuing. „What do I get? You have to take some of your clothes off, too."

I looked at him for a second. He wasn't joking. He looked up at me expectantly, eagerly waiting for me to decide. I sighed and grabbed the hem of my top to pull it over my head. His eyes dropped down, fixing onto my breasts—I wasn't wearing a bra. His smile faltered for a second before an even bigger grin appeared. He pulled me close again, kissing and licking my neck while massaging my breasts. I moved my hips again, and the bulge in his pants grew even harder against my heat. I was still wet from before, but feeling Fred for real now made me feel even hotter. 

His fingers tugged on the waistband of my pants, and in the next second, he pulled it down. I stood up so that I could pull them down, leaving me only in my underwear. Fred grabbed my wrist, making me stumble down onto his body again. I giggled as I kissed his lips again. He pushed his tongue in, and I moaned. I moved my hips harder against his.

„What were you doing down here, darling?" he asked suddenly.

I didn't know whether I should tell him the truth or if I should just brush it off. What if he found it weird that I was about to come because I thought of him? But then I remembered it was Fred I was talking to. „I was thinking of you." My hand wandered down towards the hem of his shorts.

„What did I do?" He licked over his lips, his eyes turning dark.

I shrugged and whispered, „Dirty things."

„Really, huh?" He placed a hand on mine, guiding me just inches underneath his boxers. „Maybe you should tell me sometime. I could try in real life."

His breath hitched as his hand led mine onto his hard cock. He locked eyes with me as he slowly guided my hand up and down his shaft. His lips parted slightly, and I grabbed his length to pull it out of his underwear. I stroked along his dick, his eyes fluttering close. I was so wet by now that I was sure it would leak through the thin fabric of my underwear. Fred's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned his head back.

„Fuck... Jean," Low moans came from his lips and I began to move my hand faster.

I leaned in to kiss his exposed neck. He was moaning lowly; I kissed him deeply to stifle the sound. My tongue collided with his. God, he felt so good. I began to slow my hand down just to eventually stop completely.

„No," he sighed, his breath heavy. „Why do y—don't stop... please…"

I slowly let myself slide down off his body to kneel between his legs in front of him. My hand still rested on his hard dick. He lifted his head to look at me. It was dark, but I could still make out how red and swollen his lips were from our kissing. I licked over my lips, locking eyes with him, before placing small kisses on his tip. His brows furrowed and his lips parted, but he didn't look away. He kept his eyes on mine as I started to suck his tip.

„Merlin...yes," Fred breathed in between little moans and whimpers. 

„You have to be quiet, Fred." I said against his length, the vibration of my voice making him hiss.

„How could I—God yes..." He was interrupted by his own moans.

I pulled away slightly, smiling at the sight of him. „If you can't be quiet, I'll have to stop."

He sighed, desperate for my touch. „Fine," was all he could manage to say.

I licked around his tip before I put his length all the way into my mouth. He was big, over average, so I used my hand for the parts I couldn't reach. I slowly moved my head up and down, licking my tongue over him. He was struggling so badly to keep quiet, and I liked it. He covered his mouth with his hand. The other wandered into my hair.

I let my tongue slide over his twitching dick, from the bottom to his tip, before I took it all the way in again. I was bopping my head up and down. His hand firmly gripped my hair, trying hard to take control over the pace. He let his head fall back and bit down onto his fingers. A single cry escaped his lips. I immediately pulled away. 

I noticed that a bit of precum was already glittering on his tip, and I bit down onto my lip. It was hard for me, too. I knew how good I made him feel, and I wanted to make him feel even better. Besides, the way his muscles twitched and the way he pulled at my hair made me remember how soaked I was. I wanted to touch myself so badly. He groaned and tried to push my head back down, but as he realised I wasn't moving, he shot his head back up.

„Jean," his breath was heavy. „have mercy... please."

I took his dick in one hand, moving painfully slow. 

„Fuck..." he moaned. „...please."

His hand at the back of my head tried to firmly press me back down, and this time I gave in. I took his dick back into my mouth and sucked him harder and faster than I had done before. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tensed. I used my tongue to add pressure to his swelling dick, and only a few seconds later he released himself into my mouth.

I swallowed the salty-tasting liquid and sucked on his tip one more time before I climbed back up to kiss him. He was panting heavily but immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. 

„Bloody hell, Jean," he placed his hands on my cheeks. „You're so beautiful."

I blushed, leaning down to give him a quick peck on his lips. His hand caressed my back and my shoulders. This was so wrong. 

„We might have a problem." I said, resting my head on his shoulder. My hand stroked over his chest, admiring how beautiful he was.

„Do we?" he chuckled. His hand wandered over my ass, playing with the fabric of my underwear.

„Yeah," my breath coughed slightly at his touch.

„What is it, then..." His hand followed the fabric towards my stomach, his touch hot against my skin. „the problem, I mean."

Before I could answer him, he let his fingers slip underneath the fabric and brushed over my clit. I let out a soft moan and lifted my head up again to look at him. A grin was tucking on his lips. He drew circles with his fingers and locked eyes with me. 

„Fuck, Jean..." he said, as he brushed over my entrance, „you're so wet."

I moaned again. He felt so good. One of his fingers slipped into me, and my grip on his shoulder and hair tightened. Slowly pulsing in and out, he made me hiss. He kept his eyes on mine. His thumb was still rubbing against my clit when he added another finger. 

„Oh, yes..." I moaned. My hips were slightly moving up and down. I was craving his touch, and I let out a breath as my eyes closed. „Fred... yes,"

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his hand away from me completely. „Rules are rules," he demanded, a stern look on his face. „I don't want to hear a sound." 

I groaned but agreed silently. I hated this. It was all fun and games when he had to keep quiet and I was in control. But now it was he who was in control. His fingers entered me again, and I bit hard down on my lip.

„You feel so good, Jean." He was going faster now, his long fingers hitting just the right spots.

I couldn't hold back my moaning any longer, so I slammed my lips against his. Fuck me, I couldn't get enough of him. My hands pulled at his hair. I was so stimulated already from everything that happened before that I wasn't going to last long today. He was so hot. He went faster, and I moaned, but he didn't stop. Faster, faster, louder—

Footsteps. 

We slowed down our movements—though he was still going in and out—as we listened for movement. The next thing I heard was the clicking of a door. We looked at each other, eyes wide, before I jumped off his lap. I whimpered as his fingers slipped out of me. I hurried to put my shorts back on. Fred pulled his boxers up, a wet spot decorating the front. He noticed, too, and grabbed a cushion to cover himself up. I pulled my shirt back on and plopped down in the armchair across from him.

„Jeanie?" Hermione whispered, „Are you here?"

Just a second later, Hermione turned around the corner and spotted the two of us. Fred was leaning back on the couch, and I lazily twirled a strand of hair between my fingers.

„What are you two doing down here?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest. „It's nearly 4 in the morning." Her eyes went back and forth between Fred and me and she raised a brow as she noticed that Fred was nearly naked.

„Couldn't sleep," I lied casually, as though I wasn't throbbing right now, „The thunder woke me up."

Fred just nodded along. A small smile came to Hermione's lips. „Well, come on now." She motioned her hand for me to follow as she walked back to the stairs again. 

I jumped off the armchair and hurried behind her. „Night, Fred."

„Night, gorgeous." he mumbled, so that only I could hear him.

I hurried behind Hermione. When we reached Ginny's room, I excused myself to the toilet. She gave me a stern look,but I promised her to come to sleep right after. I hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet. My fingers brushed over my clit once again. I didn't want to lose any more time and let my fingers slip into me.

I thrusted in and out. My mind foggy, my thoughts filled with Fred. How he touched me, how he kissed me, how his fingers felt. I went faster. My muscles clenched, and small whimpers escaped me. I gripped the edge of the sink, my fingers turning white. I held my breath as the orgasm washed over me. I tightened around my fingers and needed a few seconds to calm down again. 

I pulled my fingers out and flushed before turning to wash my hands. My knees were weak, and I took a deep breath. I walked towards the door and unlocked it, but when I opened it, I jumped. Fred was leaning in the doorframe, smirking heavily.

„Fred!" I lightly slapped his chest.

„What?" He pulled me against his body, and I could feel that he was hard again. „I knew you couldn't just go to bed. Should've waited for me, though."

„Did you listen?" I asked him.

He shrugged and leaned down to kiss me. His hands wandered over my body. I leaned into him but pulled away just as he wanted to add his tongue.

„We can't do this," I took his hands in mine, „not tonight."

Fred groaned and rested his forehead against mine, cupping my cheeks with his hands. I placed a small kiss on his cheek. „Hermione is counting the seconds. I need to go to bed."

I turned to walk towards Ginny's room when he pulled me back to kiss him again. „Goodnight, darling." he mumbled.

„Goodnight." I smiled at him and turned to walk away. He gave me a small clap on my butt and a wink before walking up the stairs.