Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Genres:
Romance
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 07/09/2005
Updated: 07/09/2005
Words: 2,639
Chapters: 1
Hits: 896

Risqué Revenge

H.V.P.

Story Summary:
Hermione falls for a certain red-headed twin. A certain other twin is not to happy with his brother. All this can only mean one thing. It's payback time, but remember all actions have consequences.

Posted:
07/09/2005
Hits:
896

Risqué Revenge Screaming and yelling could be heard from the Gryffindor Common Room,"You stupid git, this is the third time you've done this to me!" yelled George.

"Done what? I'm the one trying to make our shop a success. What have you done to help?" screamed back Fred. "You've taken all of our money and bought yourself a broomstick!" George shouted, his face turning red from fury. "Yes, I bought a broomstick. I bought it for our shop deliveries!" Fred exclaimed. "That's what owl post is for, you prat! Now we're broke and it's all your fault. Unless Harry suddenly wins more money for us we are never going to be success," said George. Fred turned on his heel and stormed out of the common room swearing under his breath, heading towards the library.
* * * * * * * * * Hermione sat at her favorite corner table; in the library reading her favorite book, "Hogwarts, A History" for the thirty-seventh time. It's mid afternoon and the twilight was just coming in through the blinds, picking up on the tiny fragments of dust floating through the air. "...has many charms and spells around its walls so that no one can apparate or disapparate from the school. This helps greatly in keeping away unwanted witches and wizards..." Suddenly her only sanctuary from the rowdy, bustling students of Hogwarts was interrupted by a tall, redheaded figure kicking a chair and knocking it over. He was grumbling under his breath words that would make even Voldemort cringe. "Fred, that's no way to treat the library!" Hermione yelled, appalled. Fred lifted his head and looked at Hermione as if he had just realized she was there. From the distance and the lighting of the room, Fred was taken aback at how different Hermione looked. Her hair was falling over her shoulders and it gleamed in the setting sun. Hermione's big brown eyes stared up at Fred expectantly. "Did you do something to your hair?" Fred asked casually. "Oh! No why? Do you like it?" Hermione asked sarcastically, a wide smirk appearing on her face, which resulted in both of them laughing. "So Fred...you seemed upset when you walked in...What's wrong?" she asked. His eyes still on Hermione, Fred pulled up a chair. "Nothing, George and I just had another row," replied Fred angrily. "Well, what happened?" Hermione asked, quietly, urging him to tell. Fred explained his whole story about his argument with George. Hermione listened intently, nodding every once in a while and consoling him. The sun had set and the moon had come up during their lengthy conversation. Too engrossed in conversation, neither of them heard the seventh years making their way up to the late-night Astronomy lesson, which Fred should have been attending.
* * * * * * * * * Hermione looked down at her watch and was startled to see the time. "Oh! Wow Fred! It's late; we should head back to the common room." Her eyes widened as she realized what that implied. "I'm going to get in trouble if Filch catches me!" Hermione added frantically. "Don't worry, Hermione. You won't get in trouble, you're with me." Fred said, winking assuringly. They walked out of the library as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room trying to avoid Filch. Halfway to the common room they suddenly heard footsteps coming down a hallway ahead of them. Sure enough, Mrs. Norris appeared around the corner. "Oh my gosh Fred! I think that's Filch! What do we do?" She whispered frantically. Fred spun around and pushed Hermione against the wall. Panicking, he put both of his hands on either side of Hermione, pinning her against the wall. Within a second he realized she was still visible, so he leaned in to kiss her. Filch rounded the corner, glanced quickly at them and turned around, walking in the other direction muttering under his breath, "Filthy Seventh years..." Fred pulled away slowly and noticed Hermione's flustered but pleased face. They stared at each other for a few seconds, the famous Weasley blush creeping up on him, and he realized that for once Hermione was at a loss for words. Fred tilted his head to the side, gesturing for Hermione to continue their walk. Fred kept a step or two behind Hermione and they soon found themselves in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. They both muttered the password; "Notiteg" and Hermione stepped through the portrait hole, followed by Fred. They walked side by side to where the dormitories parted, determined to look anywhere but at each other. There were a few third years huddled around the fireplace, oblivious to the presence of Hermione and Fred. They turned to each other, unsure of what to do next. "Um...er...uh...yeah..." Hermione stuttered. "Um...yeah...sorry bout the kiss..." Fred mumbled, while gently running his hand through his hair. Hermione moved towards Fred and started to lift her face to meet his. Fred, knowing what was coming, started to lean towards her and heard her whisper, "Don't be." Both their lips met passionately in an entrancing kiss. Fred pulled her deeper and deeper into the kiss until her body was so close to his, he could hear her heartbeat. Fred and Hermione were lost in their kiss. Their minds clear of all their thoughts, until a snotty third year cleared their throat loudly, implying that they should stop. Hermione smiled mischievously. "I think I should go to bed now." She began to walk up the stairs and noticed Fred as he sat down on the couch, disappointed. Hermione continued up to her room and lay in her bed for five minutes, replaying the night's events in her mind, until she realized she needed to be with Fred. She raced down the staircase to find Fred, but noticed that the common room was empty, except for the dimming fire. Hermione hesitated for a moment before deciding to go look for Fred in his dorm. She made her way slowly up the staircase and cautiously pushed open the door. She walked in, and closed the door behind her. She sat down next to Fred on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. "What's wrong?" Fred inquired. "I couldn't sleep, could you?" sighed Hermione. "No, I kept thinking about...tonight. I didn't want it to end." Fred said. "Who said it has to?" Hermione teased, smiling wickedly. Fred grinned playfully and pulled Hermione on top of him. He slipped his hand around her waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. Hermione ran her hand through his soft red hair and wrapped her arms around his neck. They began kissing more aggressively and Fred rolled over on top of Hermione and moved his hand upwards and began undressing her. Hermione grabbed his hand and whispered, "Wait, I have to do something. I'll be right back." Fred smiled and rolled over and rested on his elbows, giving Hermione the chance to get up. Fred got up to go to the bathroom as Hermione continued to her dormitory.
* * * * * * * * * George raced into the common room and into his dormitory just in time to see his twin entering the bathroom. George thought to himself, "What the...why isn't he in class? Maybe I can have some fun with this. Revenge for being a prat will be sweet." George raised his wand and shouted "Silencio!" at the bathroom door and tapped the doorknob with his wand saying, "Serratura forte", locking Fred securely in the bathroom. He chuckled to himself and turned around resuming what he originally had come to the common room for. Madame Sinistra had yelled at him for not being prepared for class so he had gone back to retrieve his textbook. He sat down on his brother's bed and rummaged through the table that they both shared...Hermione had changed out of her school robes and into a black blouse and jeans. She tidied her hair and applied light makeup. Hermione was overcome with emotion as she thought of the prospect of her new relationship with Fred. It wasn't like her to jump into a relationship like this and go so far but she seemed to trust Fred more than other boys because she had known him for so long. Tonight they both had let their underlying feelings for each other surface. Hermione confidently began to walk slowly back to Fred's dorm.
* * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, Fred had just finished toweling off his face and was about to go back to the dormitory. He turned around and tried to turn the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. Fred started pounding on the door hoping to be heard, but his efforts were futile. Fred thought back on what happened and remembered a male voice shout a spell. In fact, the voice had sounded a whole lot like his own, but that couldn't be because Fred hadn't said anything. Unless...
* * * * * * * * * George couldn't find his textbook anywhere and was about to abandon his attempt when he heard someone enter the dorm. The lights were dimmed and he could faintly make out the silhouette of a familiar girl. He suddenly recognized the locks of curly brown hair as those of Hermione. "Hermione?" George asked. "Yes, Fred?" Hermione answered. It only took George a moment to realize what was going on. Fred not being in class, Hermione in the boy's dormitory alone with Fred. Everything registered in George's mind fairly quickly. George thought of what he could do. This was a perfect opportunity to further complete his revenge on his brother. He decided to play along. Hermione looked Fred up and down. "Aren't you going to change?" Hermione asked sitting down on his bed. "Yeah, I guess." George said, unbuttoning his robes and removing them. The clouds were covering the moon making the room almost pitch black. George moved towards the bed, where Hermione pulled him down on top of her. George kissed Hermione intensely. His lips began wandering down her, coming across her neck and chest. Though George had only planned on getting revenge on his brother, he couldn't help but feel strongly attracted to Hermione, this was more than revenge. George's hands moved down Hermione, unbuttoning her blouse and taking off her jeans. Hermione undressed George, slowly caressing every bit of his body. George slipped off Hermione's knickers and began to massage her thighs. He kissed Hermione all over, exploring her body with his tongue. Hermione was experiencing sensations that she had never felt before. Hermione's breath quickened as George's touch sent shivers down her spine. Hermione felt a jolt of electricity as she felt George enter her. Waves of pleasure rushed through Hermione as George sent her over the edge and she moaned his twin's name. George couldn't help but chuckle as he thought of the results of his flawless plan. The heavy clouds outside shifted letting strands of moonlight flow into the room. Hermione looked up quizzically at "Fred" to see why he had chuckled only to realize that she was staring into the face of George. Hermione gasped and pulled back, surprised. She screamed at the top of her lungs, desperately trying to push George off her but he was too heavy. At that moment, Fred heard Hermione scream and it triggered his memory. "Aperto!" Fred screamed and burst through the bathroom door, sending shards of wood flying everywhere. Fred ran into the dormitory. At the same time Ron and Harry were bursting into the room. Fred grabbed George off Hermione and threw him against the wall hearing him whisper, "My job here is done," while smirking. Hermione quickly pulled the covers around her as she sat, flabbergasted. Ron and Harry's jaws both dropped as they realized what was going on. "Bloody Hell!" Ron screamed, "What the hell do you think you're doing George?!" "We...heard you scream....we came as fast as we could..." Harry stuttered. "Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron and Harry both asked simultaneously. Hermione was too stunned and embarrassed to reply. During this time George had calmly retrieved a blanket to cover himself. Fred walked over George and punched him, sending him hurdling across the floor, blood gushing from his face. "I'm so sorry Fred, I couldn't see his face," whispered Hermione, silently sobbing and shaking her head, "I thought it was you." Fred walked over to Hermione, intending to put his hand on her shoulder but she unintentionally winced, and he pulled away with a grim expression on his face. Fred, realizing what George had done to her, clenched his fists with fury and began to walk menacingly towards George. Ron rushed forward and restrained his brother saying, "Don't, Fred." At that moment Lee Jordan, Atticus Aylward, and Dylan Williams walked into the room, having just finished their astronomy lesson. With a look of shear anger on his face, Fred whipped his head around and sent his fellow room mates hurdling down the stairs, the door slamming shut in front of them. "It's your fault you know," George quietly said to Fred. "How the hell is it my fault?!" Fred yelled While Fred continued shouting at George, Harry through his wand on the bed and motioned for Hermione to get dressed. She pointed the wand at herself and quickly the clothes dressed her. As she slowly climbed out of the bed she lowered the wand, pointed it at George and muttered something under her breath that only she could hear. Just in the nick of time too because at that moment professor McGonagall came bustling through the door. "What is going on here" she asked the entire dormitory. She surveyed each person, but her beady little eyes rested upon Hermione, seeing as she was the only girl in the boys' dormitory. "What is the meaning of this Ms. Granger?" Hermione looked around wildly trying to find a suitable answer." I...um...the thing is..." Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared as the situation dawned on her. "Never mind I'd rather not hear it...just...everyone back to their dormitories at once." As Hermione and the others rushed out of the room, her hand brushed over the top of Fred's where both of their eyes locked for a fraction of a second. She quickly turned her direction back to the dormitory entrance.
* * * * * * * * * The next day Fred waited for Hermione outside common room. They both walked down the grounds and sat by the lake, where they talked things over. After a couple of hours Fred finally brought up the question dealing with the matters of George. "Don't worry," she replied "I've already taken care of that." Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor dorms, George was once again about to "score". He had been looking smug all day and had managed to get Angelina Johnson in bed with him. Just as Angelina had pulled off his trousers, she let out a shriek of laughter and doubled over laughing. "What's wrong?" asked George confused. "I'm sorry....George......and I thought .....size didn't matter....but I got to go...." gasped Angelina between gales of laughter. And with that she gathered up her clothes, quickly dressed and ran out of the room, all the while still trying to catch her breath between fits of laughter. George could still hear her high pitched mirth all the way down the staircase, slowly fading away, and he sat at the edge of his bed, completely bewildered. "What.....had she said something about size? Well," George seemed pleased with himself," I know I'm.....big.....but was that totally necessary......" George trailed off as he looked down at his supposed pride.....but was met with very little to look at. Literally!