Cherry Poppins
Title: Cherry Poppin’s
Author: Orangeplatypus
Disclaimer: not mine
Pairing: Hermione/Fred Hermione/??
Rating: NC-17 Adult
Summary: Fred has a question
Words: 698
Author's Notes: Second fanfic ever. First sex scene ever. Thank you everyone for being so nice! Not beta’d and I have bad grammar :).
“So…” Fred drawled tugging on one of Hermione’s cinnamon curls, “That wasn’t your first time.”
“You are quite the observation list, Fred. Are you disappointed?” looking coyly at Fred as she stretched her very naked body.
“No… nono. It’s just.. I mean, I’m surprised the Virgin Queen of Gryffindor Tower isn’t a virgin.”
Fred shifted on the bed drawing Hermione in to spoon against his body.
After a brief pause Fred cleared his throat.
“So, who was is?”
“Ag. Fred It’s not important. What’s important is that we’re here, together. You and me. I’m not telling you so you might as well shush and go to sleep. The wedding is in the morning.”
Hermione wiggled to get more comfortable in Fred’s embrace. Swallowing a groan caused by her innocent movements Fred wrapped his arms around Hermione and tried to sleep.
Just as Hermione started to doze Fred sighed and shifted uncomfortably. Peaking through her lashes, Hermione tried to ignore Fred’s movements.
“I know it wasn’t ickle Ronnikinns, he wouldn’t stop babbling after Lavender gave him a hand job in the prefects bathroom. Not Harry either, I rather think he’s got a thing for blokes, giving George and I pervy glances for years…”
“To begin with, ew, and ew again. Why can’t you just let it go? Obviously you’ve got some experience too, you don’t see me hounding you about it. It’s none of your bloody business what I’ve done!”
“You mean WHO you’ve done.”
“Shut up, Fred, or you can go sleep in your room.”
Hermione sat up in the bed glaring down at Fred, “Oy, come now Mione. I’m just curious.”
“I Don’t care!. Let’s go to sleep.”
“Fine fine,” Fred grumbled laying back down with Hermione.
**54 seconds later***
“It wasn’t Krum, was it?!” Fred exclaimed sitting up quickly sending Hermione sprawling on the floor, “I don’t think I could live up to that. He’s a huge bloke.”
“Honestly Fred!” Hermione scolded from the floor throwing her hands in the air, “You are being a ridiculous ass!”
“Huge, Mione, HUGE!” Fred said gesturing with his hands.
“Fine, Fred, FINE! If you really must know.”
“Yes! I must.”
“Well,” Hermione started as she climbed to her feet, “You can’t laugh, because he’s rather sweet… but he’s, well… different.”
“WHO?!”
“Ah, Neville. Are you satisfied, I had a thing with Neville.”
Hermione sat down on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“What!? Longbottom?! Thank, Merlin!” Fred chuckled pulling Hermione into his lap.
“That’s not very nice!” Hermione swatted Fred on the chest as she straddled his lap.
“God, Hermione,” Fred gasped as she rubbed playfully against his growing erection, “I just wanted to make sure I met your standards.”
“Why don’t you show me how well you do meet those standards.”
Hermione leaned forward to nibble Fred’s ear. The both moaned suddenly when Hermione shifted to let the tip of Fred’s cock slowly enter her hot passage.
Fred flipped them over and fully entered Hermione in one swift thrust.
“You are quite the tease, Miss. Granger.” Fred used his angle to lick at a sensitive part of Hermione’s neck.
“Fuck me harder,” Hermione urged, wrapping her legs around Fred’s torso.
“Yes, ma’am,” Fred replied reaching between them to caress Hermione’s nub.
“Oh GOD!” Hermione screamed clamping her muscles around Fred’s shaft.
“Mione!” Fred growled empting into her pulsing passage.
Hermione kissed Fred’s noise playfully as the went back to spooning.
“We smell, but you sure do live up to my standards.”
“Ha!” Fred wrapped Hermione in his arms once more, “I like the smell of sex on you. Good to know I haven’t been out done by Neville! Though I might have to kill him you know.”
“I Know.”
Hermione watched Fred as he slowly drifted to sleep. After a while he started to snore softly, Hermione smiled and brushed a lock or ginger hair from his face.
“I guess this means I won’t be sharing that time Charlie and I got locked in the garden shed, then.”
Author: Orangeplatypus
Disclaimer: not mine
Pairing: Hermione/Fred Hermione/??
Rating: NC-17 Adult
Summary: Fred has a question
Words: 698
Author's Notes: Second fanfic ever. First sex scene ever. Thank you everyone for being so nice! Not beta’d and I have bad grammar :).
“So…” Fred drawled tugging on one of Hermione’s cinnamon curls, “That wasn’t your first time.”
“You are quite the observation list, Fred. Are you disappointed?” looking coyly at Fred as she stretched her very naked body.
“No… nono. It’s just.. I mean, I’m surprised the Virgin Queen of Gryffindor Tower isn’t a virgin.”
Fred shifted on the bed drawing Hermione in to spoon against his body.
After a brief pause Fred cleared his throat.
“So, who was is?”
“Ag. Fred It’s not important. What’s important is that we’re here, together. You and me. I’m not telling you so you might as well shush and go to sleep. The wedding is in the morning.”
Hermione wiggled to get more comfortable in Fred’s embrace. Swallowing a groan caused by her innocent movements Fred wrapped his arms around Hermione and tried to sleep.
Just as Hermione started to doze Fred sighed and shifted uncomfortably. Peaking through her lashes, Hermione tried to ignore Fred’s movements.
“I know it wasn’t ickle Ronnikinns, he wouldn’t stop babbling after Lavender gave him a hand job in the prefects bathroom. Not Harry either, I rather think he’s got a thing for blokes, giving George and I pervy glances for years…”
“To begin with, ew, and ew again. Why can’t you just let it go? Obviously you’ve got some experience too, you don’t see me hounding you about it. It’s none of your bloody business what I’ve done!”
“You mean WHO you’ve done.”
“Shut up, Fred, or you can go sleep in your room.”
Hermione sat up in the bed glaring down at Fred, “Oy, come now Mione. I’m just curious.”
“I Don’t care!. Let’s go to sleep.”
“Fine fine,” Fred grumbled laying back down with Hermione.
**54 seconds later***
“It wasn’t Krum, was it?!” Fred exclaimed sitting up quickly sending Hermione sprawling on the floor, “I don’t think I could live up to that. He’s a huge bloke.”
“Honestly Fred!” Hermione scolded from the floor throwing her hands in the air, “You are being a ridiculous ass!”
“Huge, Mione, HUGE!” Fred said gesturing with his hands.
“Fine, Fred, FINE! If you really must know.”
“Yes! I must.”
“Well,” Hermione started as she climbed to her feet, “You can’t laugh, because he’s rather sweet… but he’s, well… different.”
“WHO?!”
“Ah, Neville. Are you satisfied, I had a thing with Neville.”
Hermione sat down on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“What!? Longbottom?! Thank, Merlin!” Fred chuckled pulling Hermione into his lap.
“That’s not very nice!” Hermione swatted Fred on the chest as she straddled his lap.
“God, Hermione,” Fred gasped as she rubbed playfully against his growing erection, “I just wanted to make sure I met your standards.”
“Why don’t you show me how well you do meet those standards.”
Hermione leaned forward to nibble Fred’s ear. The both moaned suddenly when Hermione shifted to let the tip of Fred’s cock slowly enter her hot passage.
Fred flipped them over and fully entered Hermione in one swift thrust.
“You are quite the tease, Miss. Granger.” Fred used his angle to lick at a sensitive part of Hermione’s neck.
“Fuck me harder,” Hermione urged, wrapping her legs around Fred’s torso.
“Yes, ma’am,” Fred replied reaching between them to caress Hermione’s nub.
“Oh GOD!” Hermione screamed clamping her muscles around Fred’s shaft.
“Mione!” Fred growled empting into her pulsing passage.
Hermione kissed Fred’s noise playfully as the went back to spooning.
“We smell, but you sure do live up to my standards.”
“Ha!” Fred wrapped Hermione in his arms once more, “I like the smell of sex on you. Good to know I haven’t been out done by Neville! Though I might have to kill him you know.”
“I Know.”
Hermione watched Fred as he slowly drifted to sleep. After a while he started to snore softly, Hermione smiled and brushed a lock or ginger hair from his face.
“I guess this means I won’t be sharing that time Charlie and I got locked in the garden shed, then.”