It was the last day before the fall term would begin, and like any day, the Weasly burrow was alive with sounds and movements. The school term would begin in less than 24 hours and everyone was rushing about to get their school trunks prepared for the move back to Hogwarts. Hermione as usual was 4 steps ahead of her friends. Her trunk was packed, away and awaiting her departure. She had her badge already on her chest, as to prepare for another year of Prefect. Instead she sat on her bed across from Ginny who was still rampaging around their shared quarters flinging whatever she could find into her trunk.
"I told you, you should have packed last week. You're just as bad as the boys." She aimlessly reminded the younger girl.
"Other people have better things to do than spend a week neatly folding dress robes into a perfect little trunk, and arranging their quills by feather softness.' She shot back at Hermione. She was just about annoyed with dealing with Hermione's superiority. Really she was more concerned that Harry fancied Hermione more than he liked her. She was quite peeved that it was the end of summer and Harry hadn't made any obvious attempts of spending time with her.
As if she had read her mind and her heart Hermione muttered"Pining after Harry is not a 'better thing to do." Ginny whipped around at the other girl's words. Her face was no as red as her hair. "I have not. And if your not going to help me then you can just leave. I'm grown sick of your hideous mane." She turned back around as to not see the hurt already etching her friends face. Before she could even think to apologize Hermione was gone.
Hermione left Ginny's room and trailed the hallway, going away from Ron and Harry's room and towards the only room that should be empty. Since the twins had spent most of their time in the joke shop Harry had helped fund. She solemnly made her way through the house, but when she reached the room she was surprised by the loud noise it emanated.
She slowly and quietly pushed open the door, her wand poised for any sign of danger. The only possible source of danger would be the pair of tall red head boys standing in the middle of the room. They greeted her with warm smiles, which she tried to return all the same. She hadn't seem more than a few spare sightings of them since she had ended her 5th year the year before.
"Hey, 'Mione, we're just 'bout to come and see you." Fred said. "Yeah we need your assistance." George cosigned.
They had sparked Hermione's curiosity."What do you need help with?"
"Well we need help opening this bottle." Fred threw a small plastic bottle to her. She eyed them suspiciously. She quickly opened it. "Can you taste it, George thinks, I've done something to it." "Have you?" She asked Fred. "Course not. Taste it."
"Fred I swear to Merlin, if my hair turns purple again you'll be missing a pair of goose eggs." She took a quick sip. Maybe if she and Ginny hadn't argued she would have asked more questions, or thought more about her choice, but instead she was too much in her heart. She had always had a fear that her friends would slowly tire of her and leave her alone.
That is what she thought of as she slowly sipped some of the contents of the bottle. In front of her George and Fred eyed her with a sense of expectancy. "What? It tastes normal." "Yes!I told you no one would taste it unless they knew what they were drinking."
At This Hermione spit out her drink. "What in the bloody hell did I just drink?" "Well remember that draught you helped us make back at the shop. Well we thought, who should we have test it first." George started. "And then we thought, Who better than its co creator. It's a perk of creating it. We each tried it out."
Hermione's pulse quickened. "You insufferable morons, If I didn't think it would give your mother a heart attack, I would kill you both." She turned to leave, but fell to her knees before she could even reach the doorknob. Heat flashed her brain and she could no longer feel the bones in her body. It was as if she was a puddle and that was exactly what started to appear in the bottom of her knickers. She fought down the urge to reach for her lower half to instead try to stand. Her hands were shaky and unsteady and her brain was clouded with an uncertain feeling of dizziness. She again rose to her feet butagain fell do to her current state.
Instead of falling onto the hardwood floor again she fell into a set of arms. Her body tingled uncontrollably as George's hand slipped between the underside of her sweater and the upper fabric of her skirt to carry her off to the lower bunk in their room. "What the hell is happening to my body?" she all but moaned as the fabric of her panties rubbed her the wrong way sending a shiver of arousal through her body. She gripped George's shirt tightly as he tried to pull away from her, after putting her down. She didn't know why, but she had never wanted another human being so close to her.
"It's the draught from last month. The one you helped us make. The aphrodisiac." His eyes were filled with worry staring into Hermione's desire drowned globes. He had never seen her like this. She looked almost carnal. "Well what am I supposed to do. I've never..." Her blush deepend staring into his eyes. He nodded understanding. He couldn't help but to be drawn to her, He'd always been drawn to her. Even Fred had expressed the desire to watch the uptight little witch come completely undone.
He looked at Fred and they had a silent understanding of what they needed to do. They both had tried the potion with George a week before and they knew how painful it was to deal with, luckily they had been able to shag some girls siting at the Hogshead. But Hermione was stuck in here. They both knew the sensations would not stop until someone had them taken care of them, and neither one of them thought Hermione knew how. or had the stregnth to do it even if she could. George slowly crept his hand slowly up the hem of her skirt. Hermione finally dropped his gaze from the boy above her and threw her head back in pure anticipation.
Fred went to the other side of Hermione's sprawled out body and his hands slid up the hem of her sweater. They slowly trailed up her torso with a feather like touch. Hermione's clothes became increasingly hot and uncomfortable. "Clothes... Off Please." She begged now her big brown eyes met Fred's. and juts like his twin he couldn't control himself. Her begging was enough for him. In one swift motion, he slid Hermione's sweater over her head and off her body. Her pale bare torso, was completely exposed to him and the only stitch of fabric left on her creamy flesh was the lacy pink bra that cover her ample breasts.
He kissed his way from her navel to the lining of her bra. He cherished every moan and hiss that slid from her pink plush lips. He unclipped the front clasp of her bra letting it slide off of her mounds and down to her sides. He lifted her back off of the bed and licked the soft pale flesh leading up to her warm pink areola. His tongue slowly trailed to her hard nipples, licking at the pebble like flesh.
Beneath him his brother had slowly pushed up her skirt. he had of course been with someone before but no one as pure as Hermione. He heard her moaning once again and couldn't help himself. George slid one long digit past her soaked pink panties and used it to hook around them, pulling the drenched material down her leg and to the floor. He slid his finger into her dripping folds. Savoring her petal like lips. He slid his finger into her hearing her hiss loudly, arching her back up and her breasts closer to Fred's face.
Her excited reaction edging him on he slid another finger inside of her, pumping his hand into her faster and faster with more and more force. Hermione lay the all but screaming. nothing but the fact that she was still a virgin kept him from freeing his hard member from the confines of his pants. Hermione couldn't understand her mix of emotions. The two twins double teaming her small frame, both paying indivisible amount of attention to her.
She was suddenly overwhelmed as George's fingers were replaced with his long tongue, darting in and out of her tight virgin pussy. His thumb rubbing against her clit bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her sensations still in overdrive as Fred gripped her soft breasts without mercy, licking and nipping at random bits of flesh.
Moments later, almost in sync the two boys bit her, one biting her nipple, the other one biting her clit softly. That was it for her. Waves kept crashing around her as she was finally pushed off of the edge. Her body seized up and both of the twins held down her limbs as she ground her pelvis into George's waiting face. He lapped at her as she rode the waves of her orgasm, filled with complete ecstasy.
Fred and George simultaneously watched in curiosity. Neither of them had ever seen her behave this way. When she opened her eyes they were both still staring. "What are you both looking at. You... you prats?" Her voice came out breathy and uncertain and to the two boys before her, utterly sexy. It did not help when she crossed her arms over her milky breasts. Fred wanted to jump her right at this moment. "I should kill you both. How dare you touch me?" She stated.
Her voice rang of the after math of her time with them. She stood up almost collapsing and picked up her sweater. her skirt slid back in place once her body was righted. Hermione made quick work of redoing her bra and slid her sweater back over herself.
"We were just trying to help." Fred muttered annoyed. He had been hoping she would be grateful, and make a big fuss, he secretly hoped she would let them take turns shagging her senseless in gratitude. Instead she was feining a peevishness that made his pulsing member plead for attention. He looked at George who almost mirrored his disappointment.
Hermione silently walked back towards the door on prickly legs. Her body never experiencing such rush of turbulence was taking a great tole on her and she had still yet to recover. On her way out she accidentally kicked something that had been lying on the floor. She picked up the item as it rolled away giving the twins a well deserved loo at her back side. " Oh, and I'm taking this so you won't try to poison anymore unsuspecting witches. And I'm never helping you dunder heads again." She left the room insearch of her own, leaving her own panties behind in the process.