Summary: Hermione is seated between Fred and George. Sexy fun ensues.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the order I put words in.
No flames please, this is my first story.
Warning: Contains threesome, implied incest, and sex. Don't like, don't read.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall nodded slightly as she looked towards her head student. There was an odd, light, panting sort of noise coming from the back of the classroom. McGonagall poised her slightly crooked finger in front of Hermione as she looked towards where the sound was coming from.
"Fred! George!" She called sternly. George, whose eyes had been staring fixedly at the desk jerked his head up, as his twin also sat up in semi-shock, his head had been resting on the desk.
"I don't want to see your face leave the front of this class," the somewhat aged professor chided, "in fact, Hermione, I want you to go back and sit between Fred and George."
Hermione, who had confided no one about her fantasies involving the Weasley twins, held her breath, wanting this moment but avoiding it all the same.
"We haven't got all day, Miss Granger."
Hermione slid off the bench and gathered her books from the desk she shared with Ginny. The dream she had had the night before came back to her, as she started towards the last desk in the room. The twins lie on their bed, George, always the more dominant one, on top, pushing is groin slowly into his brother as they both sweated, each feeling the other's nakedness all over his body. Hermione felt a wetness start between her legs before she even got to the desk.
As George stood up to let Hermione take her seat, she felt his larger, muscular frame above her smaller, curvier, and more embarrassed one not for the first time.
"Hello there, Hermione" Fred spoke softly, as the professor had restarted her lesson. Hermione replied, breathless, but soon remembered that her dream didn't ever exist, and that they were friends first. Even so, she felt an immediate sense of nervousness, never having been in such close quarters with the boys she spent many of her waking (and sleeping) hours dreaming about.
Hermione had barely gotten settled, taking out her books, quill, and paper, all while being very flustered, when George leaned to whisper something into her ear.
"You caught us in the middle of something" he said, vaguely. Immediately, Hermione ceased to breathe. She was in shock. Had they read her mind? What in bloody hell what he talking about? She continued to stare straight ahead. Even as George placed his hand on her thigh. She practically fainted, but her eyes were straight ahead.
"You like?" George whispered seductively as he moved his hand and rubbed her inner thigh. Hermione bit her lip and gave him a slight nod, wondering where Fred was, in terms of… this.
"Well, we're going to want a little something from you first" George breathed into her ear. He looked to his left where his eyes met with his brother's, George smirked, and all of a sudden, another hand appeared on Hermione's other thigh. Hermione's breathing hitched. Both hands on her thighs were rubbing her slowly. They worked towards the edge of her skirt, and slowly pulled it back. Hermione was awakened from her trance as she felt one hand on either side of her gently pull her legs apart until the cool air in the room hit her damp panties, making her even more excited. Then the hands stopped.
"Are you in?" Fred whispered, then licked her left ear.
"Don't worry, we'll show you what we need" George chimed in the other.
Biting her lip in anticipation, Hermione nodded. Immediately, the hands moved from her thighs and each grabbed one of Hermione's hands, which had been resting on the desk. Hermione felt her hands lower to their groins. Startlingly, neither of them were clothed, and both boasted throbbing erections.
Noting her shock, George whispered "I told you we were in the middle of something."
Each hand wrapped each of Hermione's small, quivering hands around his cock, and moved her hands up and down slowly. All of a sudden, the masculine hands were gone, and Hermione was working on the boys all by herself. She moved her hands up and down, pulled and squeezed their balls, until each man was trying to quiet his breathing. They came almost simultaneously.
Then, George knocked Hermione's quill to the floor.
"Better pick that up" he said gruffly in her ear.
As she bent under the desk, which, luckily, was closed in the front, George pushed the back of Hermione's heads until it was mere centimeters from his member, and covered with thick, white cum. Getting the hint, Hermione licked him clean, then crawled over and did the same to Fred before returning to her seat between them.
Immediately, their hands returned to her thighs, flipping her skirt up and pulling her legs apart. This time, their outer hands pinned her legs apart, exposing her thin, drenched panties to the air, which only made her drip with anticipation even more.
All of a sudden, one finger from each hand slipped under that pale blue fabric, feeling the warm wetness of her aroused slit. Like clockwork, more fingers dove under the shoddy covering, one boy's hand pinching and rubbing her engorged clit, while the other moved two, then three fingers inside her. Although her legs were pinned apart, Hermione desperately tried to hump the hands moving so deftly in her virgin cunt. All at once, the fingers stopped. Before Hermione could protest, they slowly switched positions, and started up again. Hermione worked hard to keep control of her ragged breath until she had an orgasm and collapsed onto George's shoulder. The boys licked her juices off their fingers covertly.
"That's it for today class, please move on to your next subject. And Hermione, can I see you for a moment?" crowed McGonagall.
Fred and George looked at Hermione and winked mischievously as they left the class. Hermione nervously walked to the front of the room.
"Thank you for keeping Fred and George quiet and attentive. Your seat will be permanently moved to the place between them."
Hermione nodded slightly, turned, and left the room beaming.