The smart thing to do was probably to get out of there now. Potter was already out for life, and, if they got caught, she would be too or maybe expelled, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Fred’s skin was steamed pink from the hot spray. He had a stout build with bulging beater’s arms. There were other parts of Fred that were bulging too, parts she had felt before but never had a proper look at. She just had to touch.
She sauntered over to him. “Need some help?” Fred nodded vigorously. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his soaking body against hers, kissing her backwards into the shower stall. Oh well, they both knew drying spells.
“I was thinking about you,” Fred moaned while mashing their lips together and exploring her tongue.
“Liar.” Her voice was more demure and coy than it usually was. Fred’s snorting laugh proved her right.
“All right, I was thinking about the girls in my wank magazine, but God, Angelina.” Fred grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. “You’re so much hotter.”
His cock felt thick and hard and wet in her hand. It jerked when she touched it in different places like the head and once very hard when her fingers accidentally grazed his balls.
“Bloody hell,” Fred moaned louder than before as he undid the clasps of her robes.