A/N: Hullo! As you can see, I've been officially corrupted by the wonderful world of Twins/Hermione! Hope you enjoy this little AU-shot. I know there will be a few out there who'll get annoyed by the fact that two different people "speak" in the same paragraph. Well, they're not really "speaking," it's more like I'm narrating what's happening, if someone can understand what I'm trying to say here. Well, anyways, hope you enjoy!
Oh and yes, I don't own Harry Potter, although I would probably die a very happy woman if I ever get sucked into the world (and I don't get targeted by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, of course).
IDENTICAL
Hermione has tried really, really hard to tell the Weasley twins apart far too many times to count. Her soft, thin fingers comb every inch of their bodies, trying to feel the most miniscule of differences. There are none. Her dark, chocolate eyes search each freckle with a near feverish intensity, absolutely convinced that it's impossible for them all to be in exactly the same size, color, and location. But they really are.
Fred and George often tease her. They whisper in her ears, in soft, warm tones meant to addle her. They ask her, "Figured it out yet? I'm George, you know." And there's a blinding, mischievous smile in the face on her right, but then the face on her left also breaks out into a blinding, mischievous smile and speaks up, "Oy, don't be so mean! I'm the real George, love. Don't pay any attention to him." They laugh at her, completely amused with the look of frustration showing on her own face.
Then, their large, warm, and callused hands explore and conquer every available expanse of her flesh. It's as if they were trying to memorize all of Hermione, just in case her very own double pops out of the closet one of these days. During these moments, her little pet project gets shoved to the side. She has learned to just enjoy—and never try to distinguish the twins during—these moments. They work in perfect synchronization, and Hermione bites her lower lip as her eyes roll to the back of her head. It's all she can do to keep quiet. Her resolve always crumbles around the time their lips, and tongues join the quest of their hands.
It's their satisfied laughter, at the end of it all, that begins at the same time, and ends at the same time, with the same inflection and amount of mirth that brings her back on the path to her goal. She tells them in a breathless, but somehow still dignified voice how they shouldn't be so smug, since she'll tell them apart one of these days, and they won't be able to drive her crazy anymore. She can feel one of them smiling against her abdomen, "Did you hear that Fred? She thinks she'll be able to solve the mystery that's us!" The one that's resting his head lightly on her shoulder, his fiery locks mixing with her brown tangles snorts, "That's ridiculous. And don't be so daft brother, you're Fred!"
Please review, darlings, and I might just do something with the Twins/Hermione plot kicking up a storm in my brain.
