HERMIONE CERTAINLY HAS A THING FOR GINGERS – BY FORRGOTTEN-IN-THE-RUSH.
SUMMARY: Hermione reflects on her love of gingers, while Fred reflects on her need to hurt herself. Nothing is answered. It's a bit of a drabble. =D Rating M
She writhed between the two naked, ginger men. The twin behind her ran his hand from her breast, over her slightly protruding stomach then pulled her hard to him. The one in front traced the scars running over her thighs and stomach.
"How could you do this to yourself?" asked Fred in wonderment as his fingers passed over a particularly fresh scar.
She shuddered at his touch but otherwise made no move to respond.
"Just leave it," said George, "Can't we just enjoy this?"
Fred smiled and kissed the quiet witch between them. The kiss started soft and sweet but it quickly turned intense. Hermione, eager to stop anymore uncomfortable conversation kept Fred busy with her mouth and George with her hand. George, moulded to her back so not an inch separated them, moaned and wriggled as Hermione reached behind her to stroke his hair. The things that girl did to him. She rolled over, breaking away from Fred so that she could kiss George, hard, on the mouth.
The three kissed and touched each other until none of them could see straight. They were laying together afterwards, wondering how it could get so good, when Crookshanks leapt up onto the bed. He eyed the three carefully then stalked over their legs and settled by George's right foot.
"I certainly have a thing for ginger don't I?" giggled Hermione, looking down at her orange bottlebrush cat.
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