If someone had asked Fred and George Weasley who was the more attractive brother, each would have said the other. When looking in the mirror, all George could see was his missing ear and the scar tissue where it used to be. He could hear out of the left side, but if someone was talking quietly or he wasn't paying complete attention, he often had to ask people to repeat themselves. His missing ear was a sore spot, literally and metaphorically. As far as he cared, he was more unattractive than his brother due to nothing but the missing ear. Women would claim that it didn't bother them, but upon weaving their hands into his hair during more intimate moments, they would suddenly realize that they couldn't deal with his 'deformity'.
But Fred would say that the more attractive brother was George. George may have been missing his left ear, but he was the nicer, more sensitive of the brothers. As hard as Fred might try, it was difficult for him to stop joking around and take things seriously. George never had trouble listening to people and was always able to give sound advice to people who needed it. Fred envied his brother's easy manner with people and their emotions, and although Fred was the one who spent the majority of time in the front of the store, George was better fit for the job.
Twins were always close, but Fred and George were closer than most twins were. Most things that were considered taboo in the Muggle world were considered slightly more appropriate in the Wizarding world, but there were still quite a few things that were frowned upon, incest included. The two of them had always felt that there was something missing when they were each in bed with a witch.
After a night of drunken debauchery, they had discovered that they were, in fact, unable to actually achieve to reach orgasm unless it was caused by the other or they were sharing a witch. Fred had lost count of the amount of times he had lied at school and told a girl that he was just stressed. George usually just pretended to come. He still found it odd that no one had noticed that he never came.
Since the night of fooling around with Angelina, the two of them had messed around with each other surprisingly often, and both of them enjoyed it more than popular society would ever believe. They had eventually blurred the line between brotherly love and the way they felt for each other. However, they usually ended up losing the witch they wanted because she ended up feeling uncomfortable about the twins' closeness.
She was stretched out on the bed, and Fred was on top of her, his hips pounding against hers. George was kneeling beside them, his long cock in his fist. George cast a quick lubricating spell on Fred, before aligning himself with his entrance. She froze and looked up at the two men above her. "That's… weird."
Fred froze and slowly pulled out of her. George groaned and his head fell back. "We told you that we did… things."
She shook her head quickly. "Yeah… but I thought you meant to me, not to each other. Like… I knew what you were saying, but this is just too… weird."
She stood and started putting her clothes on. "I'm going to go. This is just too bizarre for me. I'll… I see you around."
She rushed over to the floo and jumped in, shouting out the name of wherever she was going off to. Fred smiled at his brother and leaned in to kiss him. "Now…" he whispered, nipping at the other man's ear, "I want to feel you."
The day after seeing Hermione again, Fred was watching George lay sprawled out on the floor on his stomach with a quill and parchment. Fred came over and crouched next to him putting her hand on his back. "What are you drawing Gred?"
George blushed and pulled the parchment out of view and pulled it under his body. Fred used his body weight to roll him over and grab the parchment. On it was a very detailed drawing of two men with fiery red hair thrusting into the same curly haired witch.
Fred smirked and grinned lasciviously at George. "Is this our dear darling innocent Hermione?"
George shook his head. "All representation to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental."
Fred smiled at his brother and George looked away, not letting his eyes meet Fred. "I think it is. I think you like her, dear brother."
George's head shot up and he looked at Fred with that sarcastic look on his face. "I like her? I know you feel the same way about her that I do. I remember our sixth year at Hogwarts quite well. 'Oh, Hermione… Oh, yes. That's right… just like that baby'. You should be a little bit quieter when you jack off in a room full of people."
Fred blushed and tackled his brother. Pushing him into the carpet, he let his hips drop, grinding his body against George's. "I bet you wish she were right here, don't you Georgie? Bet you wish she was between us, trapped with no where to go… but down…"
George looked down at the red hair contrasting against his black trousers as Fred undid the button. Fred nuzzled him through the blue fabric of his pants, placing teasing kisses on his cock through the thin fabric. "You do wish she was here, don't you? You want her to touch you like this?"
George arched his back to pull off his sweater when Fred took him into his mouth. He fell back, hitting the ground with a thud before his hands tangled themselves in the coppery hair identical to his. Fred took the cock in his mouth as deep as he could take it, before swallowing around it a few times. George moaned Fred's name as his hips bucked into his mouth again. One of Fred's long pale hands came around to press of his brother's perineum, and George came with loud moan down Fred's throat.
"Well that didn't take long at all, now did it then?"
When Hermione woke up the day after seeing Fred and George again, the birds were chirping and sunshine was coming from her open window. She rolled over in bed with a smile to get up for work, when the lack of things in her room caught her attention.
Right.
The same protection charms that were supposed to keep her safe, ended up to her eviction. After a quick shower and change of clothes, she scanned the Daily Prophet to find that there were in fact, no new housing options.
With a tired sigh, she walked over to her floo, and after a precise cry of 'Ministry of Magic', found herself in her place of employment. It took her a small while to reach her office, and when she did, she found her supervisor waiting for her.
"Hello, Miss Granger. How do you do?"
She smiled politely at the man that she couldn't stand and slightly nodded her head. "Well, and yourself?"
The man gave her one of those simpering looks usually saved for a great aunt or third cousin and nodded back. "Never better. I regret to inform you that your department is merging with the Department of Misuse of Magic. As such, the head of that department who has been here for 37 years longer than you have, will be taking control on the new department. Effective immediately. That is to say, unfortunately, that you no longer have a job here at the ministry."
The man waved his wand and all of Hermione's things packed themselves into a brown cardboard box. The box flew over to her, and she reduced its size and slipped it in her robes. She turned and walked out the way she came after a necessary but polite goodbye. She immediately flooed to the first place she could think of.
Fred and George Weasley were at a standstill. Neither of them had been very good at potions, and they usually had someone else do their potions work for them, as they were much better with the charms and enchantments that their work required. Rosalind, the women they usually outsourced their potions to, had recently come down with a rather bad case of death, and could not work for the twins anymore.
It just so happened, that the day they got that bit of information was the same day that Hermione was laid off from her job. They were mulling around a store that didn't open until 10, attempting to discuss what they were going to do with their potions work now, when their floo activated.
"Fred? George?"
"Hermione?" George called. "Is that you?"
She came around the shelves stocking the WonderWitch products and made her way over to them. "Hey. So, I've got great news."
Fred looked up from the beetle that had once been a rubber chicken at the witch he had been trying to avoid looking at to prevent distraction. "And what might that be, Fair Lady?"
"I got evicted, and I lost my job!"
The two brothers looked at each other with a feigned look of wonder on their faces. "Well, that's not great news at all!"
"I think she may be mistaken. Although, she has always been a bit mental."
She grimaced at the slight insult and elbowed the nearest brother, who happened to be George, in the ribs. "Nice. But it would appear that my life has completely gone to pot, and I just wanted some cheering up. But as it would seem you two would rather focus on my wording…"
She turned to make as though heading back to the floo when she felt to sets of arms grasp onto her shoulders.
"Oh, no you don't." They said together, turning her back around and pulling her back.
"It just so happens, that we need a new Potioneer to help us create and test our newest products."
"We can pay you 2 galleons an hour? How does that sound?"
Hermione's face paled. "2 galleons? I was only making about a galleon and 3 sickles at the ministry."
Her arms wrapped around the two tall men who hugged her back. "Thank you."
The two Weasleys smiled at each other, then at her. "No, thank you."
She reluctantly let her arms down, and leaned against the counter. "Now, if only to find somewhere I can live now."
Fred grinned at her and leaned next to her on her left, and George took his lead and did the same on her right. "Well it just so happens, that we have an extra room upstairs. Does it sound fair that you can have it if you trade us breakfast in the mornings?"
Hermione's eyebrows raised and her mouth fell open. "Breakfast? That's all you're asking?"
George nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah. We're not exactly morning people, and neither of us are all too chipper until we've eaten and had a cuppa. We usually just skip breakfast altogether and just pump the caffeine straight into our veins."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Do you two like pancakes or waffles?"
A/N According to the Lexicon, a galleon is 10.7 USD.
