"A Little Inspiration"--Harry Potter Fandom---Fred Weasley---Erotica Prompt
Title: "A Little Inspiration"
Prompt: Erotica
Claim/Fandom: Fred Weasley--Harry Potter
Paring: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I own nothing...:( AND...Sorry this is so late. I hit a bit of a dry spell. Here's hoping that the rest of the prompts come as easy to me as this one did :D
"You know, I can't write with you looking over my shoulder," Hermione complained. It wasn't that she didn't love Fred's input in her erotic stories. Merlin knows he's creative enough for the both of them, but that was beside the point. He would point out the most nit-picky things he could think of.
"I just thought you'd want to know that a comma goes there and not a period, but if you don't want me to help, I can take a hint," Fred smiled. There was nothing he loved more than making Hermione mad, because a mad Hermione was a passionate Hermione. If you could get her mad enough, you were in for the night of your life. That was what he was counting on to happen tonight. It wasn't that he didn't feel loved, but she was devoting an awfully large amount of time working on her novel while neglecting the needs of both her and her boyfriend. He aimed his wand at her pages, descreetly casting a scribling charm on the rolls of parchment.
Hermione huffed at his comment. She knew exactly where each grammatical error was located in her entire manuscript. However, with her chaotic mind, it was best if she actually got her ideas down first, then went through and revised. Apparently, Fred forgot her process.
"Damn," she exclaimed. "FREDERICK GIDDEON WEASLEY!"
Fred cringed. He knew that tone of voice. It was the same tone of voice that his mum had when she caught either him or George doing something that was fun. Taking a deep breath, he cast a recording spell on the entire room before he answered, "Yes, Luv?"
"What in the name of Merlin's hairy knuckles did you do to my manuscript!" She was mad. No, scratch that, she was pissed. "That had taken me months to write out and you've ruined it with one stupid flick of your wand." Her eyes started to glaze over. "Give me your wand, you shouldn't use it, especially since you don't have a brain to go with it."
"I'll have you know, Luv, that I've got more than enough brain for the both of us." He flicked his wand at the angry witch and she was bound tightly. He laughed as she struggled against the ropes. He dragged her over to her over stuffed desk, clearing the area off with a flick of his hand. "You see, Luv, you've been working way to hard. Look at yourself. When was the last time you had a full night's sleep?"
She tried to interrupt. "But..."
"No interruptions! Now, where was I? Yes. When was the last time we actually sat down and had a nice dinner? Come to think of it, when was the last time I fucked you?"
An evil glint appeared in his eyes. "You don't remember. I do. It was three weeks ago. One bloody month without you." He enjoyed the look on her face. Guilt laced passion. When they first got together, they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Everyday they discovered a new place to explore together. That seemed so long ago. Seems like she needed a refresher. "One month without you screaming my name as I pouneded into you from behind. One month without a taste of you as you were cumming. One month that has seemed like an entire year. Well, Miss Hermione Jane Granger, that's it for the night. You and I have unfinished business."
Pulling the struggling witch to him, he kissed her with all the pent up frustration he could muster. He was sure she could feel his cock, pressed urgently against her lower belly, but that was to come later. Unbinding her legs, he removed her skirt. "White knickers. I should have known." Instead of throwning them down with her skirt, he placed them discretely in his pocket to save for later. "Now, for a little taste." Fred leaned down her body, caressing and kissing his way to her clit. Licking with a fevour, he smiled against her thrashing as she moaned his name. This was more like it. This was the passionate woman he fell in love with.
Her cries were definitely having the desired effect on his body. He stopped and pulled him self up her thrashing body. She looked about ready to be unbound. "If I let you go, do you agree not to go back to your bloody novel tonight? Promise me, Luv."
"Yes."
"Yes what," he smiled.
"I promise that I will not work on the novel. In fact, I won't work on it for the rest of the week, as long as you fuck me." She was on the brink of another shattering orgasm, but he kept holding back.
Smiling at her, flicking his wand at the ropes that bound her as he was taking off his shirt. Tossing it with her skirt, she began to unbutton his pants. "Getting a little impatient, Luv? Don't worry," he laughed. "He's just as impatient as you are." Pulling his pants down, he positioned himself at her dripping core. "Just as impatient." He thrust into her, probably a little harder than he originally planned. They both groaned in unison. This was definitely what they needed.
He pushed into her over and over again, soaking in her moans and adding his own to the mix.
"Faster, Fred," she moaned in her ear. He was hitting that one spot. The spot that never failed to make her see stars.
"Yes...oh, yes. That's it, Luv. Wrap your legs around my waist." He picked her up off of the desk and smashed her against the wall, pounding faster. He felt rather than heard her cum, screaming his name like a prayer. One. Two. Three. "Hermione!" His yell joined hers.
Sliding down the wall he wrapped his arms around the panting witch. "That was," he started to say amazing, but there were some things that words couldn't convey.
***
The next week, Hermione began work on her novel once again. However, she was in for a suprise. Sitting next to her parchments, which were in perfect order, was a pensive and a note.
"Hermione, Luv,
I know you'll be busy, but you should look at this. Consider it a little inspiration.
Fred"
***
She was being bombarded with questions.
"Miss Granger, when is your next novel coming out? Do you have any future plans? Miss Granger, where ever did you find the inspiration for such a steamy story?"
With a tiny smile, she said, "It just came to me."
THE END
Prompt: Erotica
Claim/Fandom: Fred Weasley--Harry Potter
Paring: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I own nothing...:( AND...Sorry this is so late. I hit a bit of a dry spell. Here's hoping that the rest of the prompts come as easy to me as this one did :D
"You know, I can't write with you looking over my shoulder," Hermione complained. It wasn't that she didn't love Fred's input in her erotic stories. Merlin knows he's creative enough for the both of them, but that was beside the point. He would point out the most nit-picky things he could think of.
"I just thought you'd want to know that a comma goes there and not a period, but if you don't want me to help, I can take a hint," Fred smiled. There was nothing he loved more than making Hermione mad, because a mad Hermione was a passionate Hermione. If you could get her mad enough, you were in for the night of your life. That was what he was counting on to happen tonight. It wasn't that he didn't feel loved, but she was devoting an awfully large amount of time working on her novel while neglecting the needs of both her and her boyfriend. He aimed his wand at her pages, descreetly casting a scribling charm on the rolls of parchment.
Hermione huffed at his comment. She knew exactly where each grammatical error was located in her entire manuscript. However, with her chaotic mind, it was best if she actually got her ideas down first, then went through and revised. Apparently, Fred forgot her process.
"Damn," she exclaimed. "FREDERICK GIDDEON WEASLEY!"
Fred cringed. He knew that tone of voice. It was the same tone of voice that his mum had when she caught either him or George doing something that was fun. Taking a deep breath, he cast a recording spell on the entire room before he answered, "Yes, Luv?"
"What in the name of Merlin's hairy knuckles did you do to my manuscript!" She was mad. No, scratch that, she was pissed. "That had taken me months to write out and you've ruined it with one stupid flick of your wand." Her eyes started to glaze over. "Give me your wand, you shouldn't use it, especially since you don't have a brain to go with it."
"I'll have you know, Luv, that I've got more than enough brain for the both of us." He flicked his wand at the angry witch and she was bound tightly. He laughed as she struggled against the ropes. He dragged her over to her over stuffed desk, clearing the area off with a flick of his hand. "You see, Luv, you've been working way to hard. Look at yourself. When was the last time you had a full night's sleep?"
She tried to interrupt. "But..."
"No interruptions! Now, where was I? Yes. When was the last time we actually sat down and had a nice dinner? Come to think of it, when was the last time I fucked you?"
An evil glint appeared in his eyes. "You don't remember. I do. It was three weeks ago. One bloody month without you." He enjoyed the look on her face. Guilt laced passion. When they first got together, they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Everyday they discovered a new place to explore together. That seemed so long ago. Seems like she needed a refresher. "One month without you screaming my name as I pouneded into you from behind. One month without a taste of you as you were cumming. One month that has seemed like an entire year. Well, Miss Hermione Jane Granger, that's it for the night. You and I have unfinished business."
Pulling the struggling witch to him, he kissed her with all the pent up frustration he could muster. He was sure she could feel his cock, pressed urgently against her lower belly, but that was to come later. Unbinding her legs, he removed her skirt. "White knickers. I should have known." Instead of throwning them down with her skirt, he placed them discretely in his pocket to save for later. "Now, for a little taste." Fred leaned down her body, caressing and kissing his way to her clit. Licking with a fevour, he smiled against her thrashing as she moaned his name. This was more like it. This was the passionate woman he fell in love with.
Her cries were definitely having the desired effect on his body. He stopped and pulled him self up her thrashing body. She looked about ready to be unbound. "If I let you go, do you agree not to go back to your bloody novel tonight? Promise me, Luv."
"Yes."
"Yes what," he smiled.
"I promise that I will not work on the novel. In fact, I won't work on it for the rest of the week, as long as you fuck me." She was on the brink of another shattering orgasm, but he kept holding back.
Smiling at her, flicking his wand at the ropes that bound her as he was taking off his shirt. Tossing it with her skirt, she began to unbutton his pants. "Getting a little impatient, Luv? Don't worry," he laughed. "He's just as impatient as you are." Pulling his pants down, he positioned himself at her dripping core. "Just as impatient." He thrust into her, probably a little harder than he originally planned. They both groaned in unison. This was definitely what they needed.
He pushed into her over and over again, soaking in her moans and adding his own to the mix.
"Faster, Fred," she moaned in her ear. He was hitting that one spot. The spot that never failed to make her see stars.
"Yes...oh, yes. That's it, Luv. Wrap your legs around my waist." He picked her up off of the desk and smashed her against the wall, pounding faster. He felt rather than heard her cum, screaming his name like a prayer. One. Two. Three. "Hermione!" His yell joined hers.
Sliding down the wall he wrapped his arms around the panting witch. "That was," he started to say amazing, but there were some things that words couldn't convey.
***
The next week, Hermione began work on her novel once again. However, she was in for a suprise. Sitting next to her parchments, which were in perfect order, was a pensive and a note.
"Hermione, Luv,
I know you'll be busy, but you should look at this. Consider it a little inspiration.
Fred"
***
She was being bombarded with questions.
"Miss Granger, when is your next novel coming out? Do you have any future plans? Miss Granger, where ever did you find the inspiration for such a steamy story?"
With a tiny smile, she said, "It just came to me."
THE END