"Harry? Harry?" Hermione called, as she swung open the door to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team changing room. She peered into the darkish room that smelled of socks, and not seeing Harry in the immediate area, stepped in to seek him on the other side of the locker block.

"Har- oh!" She squeaked, as she rounded the corner, to see George emerging from the shower, wrapped loosely in a maroon towel with a visible gold G on it.

"Hermione." George stated, looking at her.

"Have you seen Harry? He's been hours at detention with Umbridge." She said in a small voice, avoiding his face. The water stopped, and Fred stepped out.

"No. But knowing that git, he went back to the tower while you were chasing him about the castle, Hermione." She smiled.

"Thanks. Anyway, I have a Harry to find." She backed up, eyes fixed on the floor. Her back collided with something hard, and her head swung round to see Fred- or was it George?- grinning down at her.

"What's the rush? Why not spend some quality time with me, and my not-quite-as-handsome brother over there."

"Don't act like you haven't been checking us out all summer, Granger. We noticed." Hermione looked down, flushing bright red, and stepped around him, headed for the door. Fred grasped her wrist.

"We never said it was a bad thing." He swung her about so she faced the twin brothers, with twin expressions.

"I really ought to be-" George put a finger to her lips, as Fred ran a hand through her hair.

"See the thing is, Hermione," George whispered her name, and she felt a shiver of lust go down her spine, "We always get what we want"

"and we want" Fred said, murmering into her neck.

"You." They said together, and George kissed her gently. Surprised as she was at his forwardness, she didn't respond at first. Stood as a statue while the two Weasley brothers caressed her, she came round to her senses, a jolt of fire running straight through her, and encouraging her to tilt her head, allowing easier access for Fred, and kiss George back with fervour. She felt both twins smile, and smiled herself.

"We knew you couldn't resist us." Said George, drawing away from her slightly. Hermione was breathless, and flushed. Parts of her that before lay unused were now on fire. She felt drawn to them, and incredibly hot. She shed her cloak, and then her jumper.

"Why Miss Granger." said Fred, mockingly, "Anyone would think you wanted us to do dirty, dirty things to you, getting all undressed for us as you are." She flushed, and stopped.

"We didn't say stop." George added. She glared at him.

"I was going to stop there anyway, i'll have you know." She said, a playful tone cutting her scolding words.

"More's the fun. We'll do it for you." Fred said, and the two of them got to work stripping Hermione of her clothes, eventually leaving her standing in a purple bra-boyshorts combo, and a pair of stockings.

"Aren't you the little temptress." George murmured, as he pulled her towards the centre bench and sat her on it. She looked at him questioningly, until his hand brushed her thigh lightly. She took in a sharp gasp of breath.

"If we get caught, we could be expelled." She said, trying to focus on anything but the wandering hands of the twins.

"Isn't that exciting?"

"Doesn't it turn you on, just a little bit?" Hermione leaned her head back as Georges hand travelled furthur up, Fred straddling behind her, caressing her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing into her back, and it aroused her even more. George's fingers brushed over her most private area and she sucked in a huge lungful of air, letting it out shakily, as he slid his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, and pulled them right down, her legs pointing for him when necessary. He threw them carelessly, and greedily went back to her newly revealed core, which was wet with arousal. His mouth found her tiny bud quickly, and she let out a quivering moan, as Fred, with agile fingers, undid her bra and whipped it away. He kissed her neck as his brother focussed the attention on their girl's sexual needs. She was panting, moaning and writhing with pleasure, as George lapped on her sweet nectar. Her hand reached back, and found it's way underneath Fred's towel, until it reached it's destination. She grasped the hard, and yet somehow still velvety-feeling rod in her hand, and began to run her fingers over it. She heard Fred's breath hitch as he realised what she was doing. Just as she began to move rhythmically, the muscles in her stomach clenched, as a paticularly strong wave of pleasure surged through her. She moaned loudly, as the pleasure would not subside. She felt her stomach tightening, and tightening, as if there was a piece of material being twisted tightly inside of her, never being released, until it reached it's maximum potential. The tight feeling suddenly slipped away, and Hermione felt light she was falling and flying at the same time, her mind lost control of her senses. She screamed as she came, her body convulsing wildly, as George continued to lick and suck, milking her dry. As she came down, she panted heavily, looking at George through heavy-lidded eyes, his face shiny with her juices. Fred stood, his towel fell, and he walked to his brother, knelt down, and began to lick Hermione's cum from George's face, occasionally kissing him. The two were wrapped in each other, as Hermione watched eagerly, becoming steadily aroused again. The two seemed to simultaneously realise they were leaving her out, and turned to her.

"Well, are you playing or not?" George said impatiently, whipping his towel off, so that Hermione could fully see the twin's penises, so similar and yet so different. Fred's was longer, and George's wider. If she had to choose, she would have preferred George's to be her first. Hermione fell to her knees, as the twins stood. She sucked Fred's first, but kept swapping between the two, enjoying the breeze in her mouth as she swapped from one boy to the other, until it seemed like she was slinging cobwebs of semen from her mouth. The two boys were making out heavily, as they both came on her, and she felt completely aroused again, using her hand to caress her wet pussy, feeling herself.

"Oi." Fred said, looking at her.

"That's our job." said George, and the brothers grinned. Fred settled on the bench, and leant back, as George encouraged her towards his brother.

"We figured it'd be easier for Fred to go first, he's not as wide. After all, we can't have our beautiful girl any less comfortable than she has to be." He kissed her, then led her to Fred, who was now laying on the wide bench. Hermione straddled him, and lowered herself onto his upstanding cock, feeling a sharp pain.

"It'll probably hurt at first, princess, but ride it out." George whispered in her ear, as she adjusted to the feel of his twin's erection stretching her. She nodded, and began to move gently up and down, worried that the stinging sensation from before would come back. Before she could find a rhythm, Fred had grasped her hips, and was rolling her in a sort of circular, and up-and-down motion. He thrust up as she did this, and they soon found a pace. Hermione's breast jiggled freely as she rode him, and she let out a long, low, shaken moan. Fred was grunting, as his thrusts got harder and harder into her.

"Oh merlin, Hermione. You're so tight. So hot. So wet. Uuuuuuughhh..." he groaned as she felt a hot flush of liquid release into her, and Fred's penis convulsing in her, rubbing a point which made her groan. She threw her head back as he rubbed it again, as she came, panting and moaning wildly, her entire body moving of it's own accord. She looked at him, and smiled, her eyes dark with lust. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, as was he. She was tired. She yawned, and George cleared his throat.

"As lovely as that was, you two, I hope you're not too tired, princess. We have a long night ahead of us."