"Believe me, love - even I don't want to kiss myself," Hermione told her as she slid out of bed and went over to her bag to pull a few things out. "I'd love some pumpkin juice and warm bread with honey butter myself. I should probably check with Magic Castle and see if they know where the closest wizarding food shop is. Otherwise, I may have to make a quick stop with Rupert when we go to Diagon Alley."
Pulling out one of Crookshanks favorite tins of food, she opened it and emptied it into the bowl she had also brought, setting it down on the floor next to the water they had already set out for him to have at. She looked over at Fred when she mentioned staying in bed because of the weather and looked over at the window.
"Oh, it would rain today," she said with a sigh. Going over to the bed, she reached out and touched Fred's face. "Hopefully, it'll stop soon. I'll be right back, though."
Heading into the bathroom, she rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth. Once her mouth felt normal again, she went back into the bedroom and crawled back into the bed with Fred.
"No more cat hair," she said with a grin before giving her a long, deep snog.
Fred returned Hermione's deep kisses, wishing they could stay in bed all day. Crookshanks, however, reminded them they had over things to do by jumping on the bed. Pulling away from her girlfriend, Fred looked down at the cat, and shook her head. "Yeah, I know, we have to get ready for the wedding," she said, scratching the cat behind the ears.
Crookshanks seemed satisfied with the answer and jumped off to find a sunspot to clean himself in. Fred turned toward Hermione and grinned. "In order to save on time, we should probably shower together. We wouldn't want to be late for the wedding," she said with a grin.
She slid off the bed and picked up her bathroom before peeking out the window. "The rain stopped," she said, smiling at Hermione. She then picked up a towel and went to the bathroom, wondering if her girlfriend was going to follow.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione propped herself up on the bed as Fred scratched Crookshanks behind the ears. "I don't think he cares about the wedding - he's just jealous," she said with a smirk. She watched him as hurried off across the room then turned her attention to her girlfriend, her eyebrows arching when she mentioned them showering together.
"Yes, good idea that," she said, slipping out of bed again, wondering if they could actually behave themselves around each other long enough. She knew she was as bad as Fred when it came to needing to touch her. She didn't think she'd ever be able to get enough of her.
As she sat up, Fred told her that it had stopped raining, which made her smile. Someone was looking down on Rupert and Wesley that day, it seemed. She then watched as she headed into the bathroom, the water turning on a moment later. "Crookshanks, stay out of trouble," she told the cat before grabbing her own towel and following her.
Inside the bathroom, she put the towel down and then stepped into the shower behind Fred. Reaching over, she picked up the shampoo. "I can wash your hair if you'd like."
Fred turned her head and smiled back at Hermione. "I would love it if you washed my hair," she said with a soft smile. Turning back around, Fred moaned when Hermione's fingers started to massage her scalp. It was sending waves of pleasure down her smile and she could feel herself start to throb a little. They really needed to behave though, especially since they needed to be to the wedding on time.
"You're really good at this, sweetie," she whispered before a soft moan left her mouth. She wanted to turn around and touch Hermione but made herself stay where she was. They could be together later, after the wedding. Getting Rupert and Wesley was most important at the moment.
"Maybe...maybe you should rinse it out now?" Fred suggested as she felt herself become warm. "I'm afraid we'll miss the wedding if you continue what you're doing."
Hermione truly had an addiction to her girlfriend's hair, she realized as she rubbed her fingers over her head, working the shampoo in. Running her fingers through her hair, washing her hair - it all was wonderful and soothing.
And rather a turnon, especially with the way Fred was reacting, the small nosies she was making that told her how much she was enjoying what she was doing. Hermione almost wanted to turn her around and snog and shag her sensless there in the shower, but she knew that they didn't have time. They couldn't be late for the wedding. It wasn't fair to Rupert and Wesley to make them wait, today of all days.
So when Fred suggested that she rinse her hair, she nodded, pulling down the shower head and having her tilt her head back as she rinsed all the shampoo out. When she finished, she wet down her own hair before putting the head back up in its holder.
"I'd like to stay here all day, but we should probably hurry up," she noted, reaching for the shampoo so she could wash her hair. "You're right - we might end up missing the wedding otherwise."
If Fred had her way, she would stay in the shower all day, but Rupert and Wesley wanted them at the wedding, and she didn't want to disappoint either of them. So, she allowed Hermione to rinse her hair out and nodded. "We'll have plenty of time after the ceremony," she said, grabbing the shampoo bottle before Hermione could.
She turned her girlfriend around and lathered her curly hair with the shampoo. Her fingers massaged her scalp and moved through the curls. "Your curls feel nice," she murmured. Fred wanted to do more. She wanted to touch every spot on Hermione's body and hear her moan her name, but not now. They could later.
Turning Hermione around, she rinsed the other woman's hair out. With a small smile, she picked up to separate wash cloths and handed one to Hermione. "We should probably wash our own bodies," she said with a smirk. "We don't want to tempt fate."
When Fred told her that her curls felt nice while washing her hair, Hermione shook her head slightly, thinking if she only knew. Her curls had always been so difficult to manage, causing her no end to problems while she had been at Hogwarts. She had heard the Bushhead comments from some of the Slytherins.
Finally, she had found a potion in one of Jefferson's books in the library at Moonstar that helped tame her hair and made it more manageable. Growing her hair out long helped as well. She couldn't say how many times before then, she had hated her hair with a passion.
But knowing Fred liked it. That made her feel wonderful.
Once Fred had rinsed her hair, she smiled, taking the flannel from her, nodding when she mentioned not tempting fate. "That's probably a very good idea."
They quickly finished washing, and while Fred shut the shower off, Hermione grabbed the towels, handing one to her girlfriend before squeezing the water out of her hair and then wrapping her own towel around her. With Fred right behind her, she headed out into the bedroom and began rooting around in her bag to find her hair potion and the dress she wanted to where to the wedding. In the wizarding world, she'd be wearing dress robes to something like this, but of course, this was different.
"What do you think of this?" she asked, holding up a maroon-colored dress.
Pulling out one of Crookshanks favorite tins of food, she opened it and emptied it into the bowl she had also brought, setting it down on the floor next to the water they had already set out for him to have at. She looked over at Fred when she mentioned staying in bed because of the weather and looked over at the window.
"Oh, it would rain today," she said with a sigh. Going over to the bed, she reached out and touched Fred's face. "Hopefully, it'll stop soon. I'll be right back, though."
Heading into the bathroom, she rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth. Once her mouth felt normal again, she went back into the bedroom and crawled back into the bed with Fred.
"No more cat hair," she said with a grin before giving her a long, deep snog.
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Crookshanks seemed satisfied with the answer and jumped off to find a sunspot to clean himself in. Fred turned toward Hermione and grinned. "In order to save on time, we should probably shower together. We wouldn't want to be late for the wedding," she said with a grin.
She slid off the bed and picked up her bathroom before peeking out the window. "The rain stopped," she said, smiling at Hermione. She then picked up a towel and went to the bathroom, wondering if her girlfriend was going to follow.
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"Yes, good idea that," she said, slipping out of bed again, wondering if they could actually behave themselves around each other long enough. She knew she was as bad as Fred when it came to needing to touch her. She didn't think she'd ever be able to get enough of her.
As she sat up, Fred told her that it had stopped raining, which made her smile. Someone was looking down on Rupert and Wesley that day, it seemed. She then watched as she headed into the bathroom, the water turning on a moment later. "Crookshanks, stay out of trouble," she told the cat before grabbing her own towel and following her.
Inside the bathroom, she put the towel down and then stepped into the shower behind Fred. Reaching over, she picked up the shampoo. "I can wash your hair if you'd like."
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"You're really good at this, sweetie," she whispered before a soft moan left her mouth. She wanted to turn around and touch Hermione but made herself stay where she was. They could be together later, after the wedding. Getting Rupert and Wesley was most important at the moment.
"Maybe...maybe you should rinse it out now?" Fred suggested as she felt herself become warm. "I'm afraid we'll miss the wedding if you continue what you're doing."
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And rather a turnon, especially with the way Fred was reacting, the small nosies she was making that told her how much she was enjoying what she was doing. Hermione almost wanted to turn her around and snog and shag her sensless there in the shower, but she knew that they didn't have time. They couldn't be late for the wedding. It wasn't fair to Rupert and Wesley to make them wait, today of all days.
So when Fred suggested that she rinse her hair, she nodded, pulling down the shower head and having her tilt her head back as she rinsed all the shampoo out. When she finished, she wet down her own hair before putting the head back up in its holder.
"I'd like to stay here all day, but we should probably hurry up," she noted, reaching for the shampoo so she could wash her hair. "You're right - we might end up missing the wedding otherwise."
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She turned her girlfriend around and lathered her curly hair with the shampoo. Her fingers massaged her scalp and moved through the curls. "Your curls feel nice," she murmured. Fred wanted to do more. She wanted to touch every spot on Hermione's body and hear her moan her name, but not now. They could later.
Turning Hermione around, she rinsed the other woman's hair out. With a small smile, she picked up to separate wash cloths and handed one to Hermione. "We should probably wash our own bodies," she said with a smirk. "We don't want to tempt fate."
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Finally, she had found a potion in one of Jefferson's books in the library at Moonstar that helped tame her hair and made it more manageable. Growing her hair out long helped as well. She couldn't say how many times before then, she had hated her hair with a passion.
But knowing Fred liked it. That made her feel wonderful.
Once Fred had rinsed her hair, she smiled, taking the flannel from her, nodding when she mentioned not tempting fate. "That's probably a very good idea."
They quickly finished washing, and while Fred shut the shower off, Hermione grabbed the towels, handing one to her girlfriend before squeezing the water out of her hair and then wrapping her own towel around her. With Fred right behind her, she headed out into the bedroom and began rooting around in her bag to find her hair potion and the dress she wanted to where to the wedding. In the wizarding world, she'd be wearing dress robes to something like this, but of course, this was different.
"What do you think of this?" she asked, holding up a maroon-colored dress.
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