I wrote this fic a few years back. It's one of my first fanfics and I took it down because I wasn't sure I felt comfortable writing smut. I'm still not sure that I'm comfortable with it, but here it is.

With a light thud, Fred Weasley set another shampoo bottle on a shelf in one of the many girls' showers and placed the shower's original shampoo bottle into the canvas bag that hung from his shoulder. He slipped silently into the next shower stall and repeated his action with a mischievous grin on his face. He just stepped into the aisle again when he heard the door open. He dove quickly back into the stall that he had just exited. Who on earth would be taking a shower this early? He heard the heavy door swing shut on his only possible exit. Soft footsteps echoed off the walls making it difficult to determine where the footsteps were coming from. Fred squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, begging whatever being might hear his thoughts that the footsteps didn't come any nearer. The footsteps stopped and he heard a rustling of clothes followed soon by a squeak of a faucet handle. The shower's spray fell loudly on the tile floor against the quiet of the nearly empty room. Fred felt extremely nervous and uncomfortable at the idea of an unknown naked girl showering just a few stalls down. He might be a notorious prankster, but he certainly wasn't pervert. He at least felt relieved that she chose a shower that his prank had not yet reached, or she might come looking for the culprit. His anxiety increased with each passing second. It may have only been a minute since the water started, but it felt much longer as Fred longed to escape the uncomfortable situation he found himself in.

'Be patient,' he thought to himself. But he couldn't help himself. He squatted down, trying to make himself as small as possible. He peeked around the corner to see where exactly the girl was located, hoping he may have a chance to sneak out. And there she was. Across the aisle and one stall down, the girl stood under the steady stream of water. Her hands ran through her heavy dark wet hair which fell just below her thin shoulders. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan of pleasure as the steamy hot water rushed over her. She lathered a bar of soap in her hands and set it on the shelf. Her hands slid smoothly down her long neck and sensually across her chest. Her soapy hands circled her small breasts, her nipples firming under their touch. Fred noticed that although her breasts were on the smaller side they were enticingly round and perky. Her hands continued their downward path across her flat milky white stomach and hips. Fred turned away quickly as one of her hands had reached the dark curls between her legs. He twisted his body as he felt his manhood straining uncomfortably against his trousers.

'What the hell are you doing, Weasley?' He scolded himself. 'You say you're not a pervert but here you are getting randy, secretly watching Hermione Granger in the shower!'

He took slow deep breaths to try and calm himself, only to get more excited when he tried to readjust his tight trousers. Try as he might to tame his sudden desire, he couldn't help peeking around the corner again. It felt even more exciting this time because he knew he was taking a big risk of being caught. But her eyes were still closed as she repeatedly ran her fingers through her hair, washing out the white foam of shampoo.

His eyes roved over her soft round breasts and the gentle curves of her slender waist. He wondered to himself how he had never before noticed her beauty. Knowing that she would soon be finished, he ducked back into his stall. His back and head rested comfortably against the wall as he continued to squat on the tile floor. His eyes were closed as he listened for her to finish.

The steady pounding water turned into a lazy slow drip and the rustle of cloth was heard again.

'Don't look. Don't look.' Fred chanted to himself.

Another few moments passed before a heavy clunk of the door signaled her exit. For safety, Fred waited a few extra moments. His head peeked around the corner and found the room completely empty once again. He made extremely quick work of switching out the remaining shampoo bottles. He was in such a hurry, he almost slipped on the wet floor.

He nervously placed his hand on the door handle and forced it to open a tiny crack. He peered cautiously through the small opening to make sure that no one was around and exited quickly.

As he entered the Gryffindor common room the familiar face of his twin popped up looking extremely expectant.

"So?" George could not contain his excitement.

"Done." Fred replied. "If all goes well, there'll be quite a few miffed Gryffindor girls looking for us this morning."

And Fred and George were not disappointed when through the great hall stormed a group of about eight or nine Gryffindor girls, each with their head covered in a bright shade of pink, orange, green, blue, or purple hair. They walked with anger glares toward Fred and George while the rest of the great hall burst into laughter. But Fred's gaze strayed from the rainbowed assortment of girls to a chuckling girl with bushy brown hair, whose amazing body lay hidden under the layers of her uniform and the book she clutched to her chest. A light blush rose to his freckled cheeks and burned his reddening ears before he returned his attention to the infuriated rainbow.

More to come, but what'd ya think?