A Week Away

Hi everyone, this is NutsAboutHarry! As explained by Lizzie on the previous page of the original story, this is going to be extended into a series. Basically each couples P.O.V of the camping trip. This is my first contribution to the series and I do hope you like it. Please message me with any feedback wheather you want to say it's shit or to heap gratuitous praise on me! I'll cop with both...LOL

(This takes place Tuesday morning.)

A Week Away - Fred and Angelina.

Fred glanced around the campsite for a moment, and then sighed lazily. "Fine, Angelina and I will go get the firewood," he muttered, sounding as though he was putting his entire life on the line.

‘Why don’t you use magic?’ Ron asked lazily as he lounged in his director’s chair.

‘Because, you prat, we’re supposed to be experiencing camping like the muggles do,’ Fred retorted. ‘Why don’t you get off your fat arse and help?’

‘He’s going to help me start the breakfast,’ Hermione cut in staring at Ron with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. It reminded Fred of his mother. ‘Aren’t you Ronald?’

Ron took one look at the expression on Hermione’s face and jumped out of
his chair. ‘Yes dear,’ he said meekly.

Laughing, Fred took Angelina’s hand and led her off into the forest to look for wood. They walked for quite a while in silence, not trying all that hard to find the fire starting material.

‘You know, I can think of something that would be more amusing to do than gathering firewood,’ Fred started, breaking the silence. ‘I’m sure we can find a clearing somewhere here where I can see to you,’ he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

‘Fred Weasley you are a filthy dirty degenerate!' Angelina exclaimed. ‘Is there any time during the day where you don’t think about getting laid?’

Fred put a finger on his dimpled chin and pretended to think. ‘Hmmmmmm,’ He mused, fighting the urge to burst out laughing. ‘No, not really.’

Angelina swept a stray pinecone off the path and threw it at him, Fred fell to the ground pretending to be mortally wounded.

‘ANG! You hit me!’ he dramatised, holding his stomach. ‘Get over here and help me!’

‘Fred Weasley you are a born drama queen!’ Angelina declared. ‘We can’t shag here! We're right out in the open! I don't want to fuck on the main path! What if your brothers or anyone else ventures down here to see what the hell is taking us so long?'

‘We’ll just have to give them a good show then!’ Fred proclaimed with a cheeky grin. 'Do you really think they expect us to go off and just collect wood? And what do you think Ron and Hermione did yesterday when they went to get stones for the fireplace? Watch a Hippogriff apparate?’

‘Hippogriffs can’t apparate,’ Angelina said weakly, finding fewer excuses to argue with Fred’s reasoning. She sighed and dropped to her knees beside him. ‘You know I love you Fred, but you are a maddening individual!’

Fred sat up, apparently completely healed, and kissed her deeply, teasing her lips with his tongue. Angelina responded and leaned forward. ‘If we get caught I will hex your balls off,’ she whispered in his ear, exposing more of her neck for Fred to kiss.

'Oooh what a turn on!’ Fred joked, waving his wand so a lamb's wool rug appeared next to them. ‘Let's take it over here shall we?'

The couple moved onto the rug and he gently pushed Angelina down. His hand snaked up her jumper until he found her breasts. He popped the right one out of the lacy bra it was in and gently pinched the nipple. He knew what turned her on and he felt his pants tighten as Angelina breathed in sharply.

‘If you keep on doing that I’m gonna scream so loud the others will think you’re murdering me!’ she hissed.

‘Would you like to try that theory out?’ Fred asked cheekily, waving his wand so Angelina’s top and bra disappeared. They reappeared in a neatly folded pile next to her backpack.

'Deviat,' Angelina muttered. Now that she was topless, Fred began paying closer attention to her breasts. He dropped chaste kisses down her neck and down to the valley between her breasts. Grinning, he then moved and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, nipping it ever so slightly. Angelina gasped and ran her long fingers through his hair.

‘Oh you can do that again,’ she breathed. Fred switched over to the right breast and nipped that her there as well, getting turned on more with every gasp and moan that escaped his girlfriend’s lips.

He spent a long time on Angelina’s breasts, nipping and sucking and kissing. Innocently he grinned and began moving lower, kissing her stomach and inserting the tip
of his tongue into her pierced navel.

‘Mmmmm Angel you taste lovely,’ he murmured, calling Angelina by her pet name. He gave her a love bite just above the waist of her jeans. ‘I wonder what’s down there?’ he asked cheekily. Angelina just moaned in response, so Fred waved his wand again, leaving her without jeans and knickers. They appeared again on top of her shirt and bra.

Fred continued kissing and teasing and sucking Angelina all around her stomach and then moved between her legs. While he stared down at her, she waved her wand and Fred’s shirt and jacket disappeared, revealing a well toned torso, a result from his beater position on the Chudley Cannons, a team which she was also a member of. She ran a single finger down his chest and playfully snapped the waistband of his jeans.

‘Are you going to let me see what’s down there?’ she asked wantonly, licking her lips.

‘Be patient you little minx,’ Fred growled, kissing the inside of her knee. ‘All good things come to those who wait,’ he recited.

‘Where’d you get that from?’ Angelina asked, shivering as Fred got closer to her warm centre. ‘Chocolate frog card?’

‘Nah, something Dumbledore said to me in my fifth year,’ Fred muttered.

‘Sounds like the sort of mental thing Dumbledore would say,’ Angelina replied. ‘Frederick Weasley you are a tease! Sod waiting; just fuck me!’

Fred had moved to Angelina’s warm centre parting her lips with one swift movement from his tongue. She squealed like a stuck pig when he latched onto her clit and started gently sucking on it. He licked and flicked and sucked until a pleasurable pain built in her pelvis and she exploded in a whole body climax.

‘AWW! Gawwd Fredd!’ she bellowed, arching her back and clamping her long slender legs around his head as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. ‘Fuck a Knarl and root a Hippogriff!’

She eventually slumped down, puffing like she normally would after a particularly vigorous Quidditch match. Fred however was not finished. He slowy trailed light kisses up her stomach, between her breasts and onto her neck. ‘Do you want your turn?’ He breathed in her ear.

‘Oh yes!' Angelina said, switching positions with him and flicking her wand. Fred's pants and trunks joined the pile of clothing next to her backpack. She positioned herself between his legs, and noticed how hard he was. His cock was standing up against his well defined abdomen. She leant down and immediately began massaging his balls in her fingers. She knew it drove him wild.

‘Oh Angel I’m going to drop my load if you keep on doing that!’ he exclaimed closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

Angelina continued massaging Fred’s balls and slowly took his entire length into her mouth, letting the head hit the back of her throat. She sucked lightly, making loud slurping noises, which she knew turned him on.

‘Ohhhh Angel, that feels brilliant!’ Fred breathed, exercising all of his self control not to come right then and there. ‘Mooooore!’

Angelina started to suck him harder, while squeezing his balls. She kept pumping and sucking until Fred arched his back and emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed, then licked her lips just as if she had eaten a particularly tasty piece of confectionary.

‘Well that was nice,’ Angelina said with a cheeky grin. ‘Care for some more?’

’Yes, but follow me,’ Fred muttered, getting up.

Angelina followed Fred a short way down a nearby walking path. He led her to a low hanging branch and pointed to it. ‘Bend over that,’ he instructed.

Angelina grinned, and did as he asked, bending over the branch and spreading her legs. Fred grabbed his cock, pumped it a few times and then brushed Angelina’s opening with his head. She moaned and arched her back, in anticipation.

‘Oooh fuck me Fred,’ she hissed through her teeth, the pit of her stomach stirring.

With a soft grunt, Fred grabbed Angelina’s hips and slammed into her. He withdrew almost all the way out and slammed into her again. She moaned, spreading her legs further and pushing back into Fred to meet each of his thrusts. It drove him to the edge of despair and several minutes later he fell over it, climaxing along with Angelina. She screamed his name and closed her eyes tightly together.

‘Arrrrrghhhhhh fuckin’ hell!’ Fred bellowed leaning on Angelina and pinching her nipples.

‘You're such an animal,' Angelina teased, slowly standing up, her chest heaving from her efforts.

Fred laughed, cupping her breasts in his hands. ‘Now do you reckon we were heard?’ he asked, kissing her neck softly.

‘It’ll be a miracle if we weren’t,’ she replied, turning around and leaning on the branch.

‘You’re loud you know that? I reckon every patron in the Leaky Cauldron heard us!’

‘Bullshit’ He said, clearly showing no signs of wanting to re-dress ‘Diagon Alley is miles away. Even a banshee isn’t that loud. And anyway you did your fair share of squealing. Are you a pig animagus?’

Angelina slapped his bum. Fred jumped as her hand made contact with his sensitive skin.

‘Smartarse’ Angelina said with a girlish giggle.

‘Well I am now,’ Fred said ’That hurt Angel!’

‘Aww diddy dums want me to rub it better?’ she teased rubbing the red mark.

‘Ooh yes please..' Fred replied cheekily.

Angelina rubbed the sore spot while Fed returned to kissing her neck. For several minutes Fred and Angelina stood against the towering pine just kissing and hugging but eventually Angelina pulled away.

‘We really ought to get back to the camp site’ she said.

‘Awww Angel I haven’t even got started yet!’ Fred complained.

‘You shag me like that and say you’re not even started yet?’ Angelina exclaimed ‘Bloody hell I’d like to see what your finished looks like. Seriously though we ought to get back. We can cast a silencing charm on the tent tonight and finish what we started if you'd like. Those tents may be small but there’s enough room for a shag.’

Fred grinned. ‘I suppose that’s a fair trade off,’ he chuckled ‘You know I think Hermione may be right about muggle camping it’s not that bad.’

Angelina pulled on her knickers. ‘Good company helps’ she said with a grin ‘C’mon lets go the sooner we get back to camp the sooner tonight comes and the sooner we get to shag again.’
Fred snorted. ‘That is true Weasley humour,’ he laughed pulling his jocks then jeans back on. ‘Very impressive. I knew there was a reason I was attracted to you.’

Angelina put on her bra and adjusted herself. ‘Sure it wasn’t for my body?’ She asked saucily.

‘Oh that’s a contributing factor,’ Fred replied, slapping her bum playfully. ‘Oh and the things you can do with a Quaffle. Whoo what a turn on! It takes all my self control not to shag you in the middle of a match!’

Angelina rolled her eyes. ‘Now it’s official!’ she declared pulling on her shirt. ‘You ARE an idiot. And a bloody horny one too!’

‘I’ve had few complaints,’ Fred joked holding out his arm. ‘Shall we proceed back to thy lair fair lady?’

‘Yes let’s,’ Angelina replied, taking his arm. ‘But shouldn’t we actually collect some wood? The others will get really suspicious if we come back with an empty bag.’

Fred waved his wand and a pile of branches and small logs appeared near the base of the tree.

‘Hermione would kill you for that,’ Angelina pointed out. ‘This is supposed to be a muggle camping trip. And you told Ron to get off his arse to help without magic.’

‘Well I did it with my wand which is a piece of wood,’ Fred insisted. ‘Does that count? I can put a long lasting burning charm on them too if you'd like.’

‘You do that and I will tell Hermione!’ Angelina snapped playfully, scooping some wood into her bag. ‘You are a bad boy Fred Weasley, a VERY bad boy.’