A/N and Disclaimer
So, here's some porn. I have the next couple parts finished already, so hopefully they'll be up over the next couple of days. Reviews are love! Thanks guys.
George pushed open the door to he and Fred's flat. Fred was standing in front of the cupboard, a bottle of firewhiskey held triumphantly in one hand. He looked at Hermione's, and then George's expression.
"What's wrong?"
George glanced at Hermione, as if asking permission, and then looked at his brother. "Er, Hermione wants to….sleep with us."
Fred choked on his drink. "Pardon?"
Hermione looked nervously at George, who then explained to Fred what Hermione had just told him minutes before.
"So you're saying, 'We might die tomorrow, lets have sex?'" Fred asked, after George had finished. He took another drink. "I think you should probably talk to Ron about this Hermione, you know, if it's your first time."
"But it's not my first time!" she admitted, exasperated by all of this.
George raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at his twin. "Then that means…"
"No…couldn't have…" Fred grinned
"Ickle Ronnikens got lucky?" George nudged Hermione with an elbow, the mood lightening considerably.
"How was it?" Fred asked, his eyes dancing.
"Terrible."
He grinned. "I knew it." He sat the bottle of firewhiskey on the countertop and then stood next George, resting his arm on his twin's shoulder. "So, did you get off?" he asked her.
"What?"
"Fred, I think the girl would know if she'd gotten off or not. Besides, by the sound of it, little Ronnie had no idea what he was doing and she couldn't possibly have. Properly, at least." George concluded.
"So why us then?" Fred asked, looking at Hermione.
She fidgeted. "Well I couldn't very well ask any of your older brothers, Harry would just be weird, and Lupin is off limits now."
"Very true." George nodded.
"Lupin? You thought about Professor Lupin?" Fred asked in a mockingly scandalized tone.
She gave him a coy smile. "Well Tonks certainly isn't complaining."
Fred cleared his throat, and simultaneously tried to clear the images of Tonks and Lupin out of his brain. They had clearly underestimated their younger brother's girlfriend.
George grabbed Fred by the arm and pulled him aside. "You aren't honestly thinking of doing this, are you?" he whispered hesitantly.
"Why? Aren't you?" Fred replied, matching his twin's quiet tone. He grinned as George cast a glance over at Hermione, who was watching them nervously.
"Alright, but you have to be nice…" George's voice trailed off.
Fred betrayed only the tiniest trace of anger. "You think you need to warn me to go easy on her? I'm not a complete prat you know! I'm fully aware that she's practically a damned virgin."
"I'm staying, either way. It's your decision." stated a nervous voice from across the room. They both turned to face Hermione, Fred grinning like a cat, and George watching Fred.
"Is that right? Awfully determined, aren't you? Won't leave unless we've both given you a proper shag…" Fred had moved across the room, pinning her to the wall with one arm on either side of her, his head bent down to her ear. Here, Fred's voice dropped low, and George saw Hermione flush deeply, saw her quick intake of breath.
He moved up beside Fred, and she looked at him over his twin's shoulder, her eyes dark. "You're positive?" he asked, his own voice not as steady as he'd have wanted it.
She nodded, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. He heard Fred chuckle, and then watched him bend down, kissing her slowly, watched him open her mouth with his own, and heard her moan.
"Fred" George heard himself say. His mouth was dry.
"What's the matter Georgie?" Fred asked, having broken the kiss. Hermione watched them wide eyed. "Jealous?" he breathed. Fred made sure Hermione was watching, tipped George's chin towards him, and kissed him deeply. He laughed a little when they broke away.
"I'm so glad we didn't make plans tonight." Fred turned to Hermione. "Alright, let's go." He picked her up and she let out a little yelp of surprise as she was carried into the bedroom and dumped unceremoniously onto the bed.
She had little time to think before Fred was there, covering her body with his own, undoing buttons and occupying her again with that mouth of his. George had pulled off clothes on his way to the bedroom, and came up behind his brother, resting his hands on Fred's waist before reaching around, toying with the button on his jeans. He felt Fred tense momentarily and then relax, letting George slide the jeans down over his twin's slim hips. There was a sharp intake of breath when Fred yanked down Hermione's underwear and slid a hand under her skirt. She bucked her hips up and cried out, and George couldn't help but to grin. She sat up slightly and pulled her shirt all the way off, taking her bra off with it. She was about to unzip the skirt as well but Fred stopped her. "Leave it on." He growled. Hermione reached up and brought him down for another kiss, and George, still behind his brother, began to work Fred through his thin boxers.
Fred groaned, barely able to concentrate, and slid his hand down again between Hermione's thighs. She was ridiculously wet, and he slid two fingers into her and found the same rhythm George was using on him. They worked together, working each other. He could feel George grinding into him and Hermione was practically fucking herself on his fingers and finally George reached inside his boxers, wrapping his hand tight around Fred and moving faster, his hand slick already. It didn't take long for either them to come, Hermione crying out and then falling back, panting. Fred groaned and shuddered, letting his brother work him until he was spent. Hermione was watching them, not quite able to look away. Fred fell onto the bed and rolled over, and George looked at Hermione.
"George, now."
It was all the permission he needed. He was on her in seconds, devouring every part of her, forcing the skirt off and entering her in one swift movement. She dug her nails into his back and cried his name in a way that very nearly put him over the edge right then. He explored her with his hands as he began to move, taking her hard nipples between his fingers, and then his mouth. He drove into her harder each time, and she clung to him, arching herself until George could feel he was hitting the right spot every time when she forced their hips to meet faster. She cried out his name again when she finally came and he thrust into her deeper, more forceful, and then released, spilling into her.
They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, with Fred. He smiled wickedly and she closed her eyes and laughed. George grinned and rolled onto his back.
"Go to sleep, we'll make you breakfast in the morning and then Fred can shag you in the shower like he wants to."
Hermione punched him in the arm, but then curled up between them and fell sound asleep when George put out the remaining lights with a quiet nox.
There wasn't shagging in the shower, but there was some more fooling around in bed when they woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming through the blinds, warming dappled spots on the bed where it hit. They moved together sleepily, with soft sighs and warm hands and open mouths.
And afterwards, Hermione drank her tea at the small kitchen table while the twins made eggs and toast.
"Do you really think you'll end up with Ron then?" Fred asked, spatula in hand. George poured a cup of tea for himself and watched her.
Hermione chose her words carefully. "I love Ron, in a different way than I do you two. Yes, I probably will."
Fred tutted at her. "You should marry us. Just think of it- excellent sex, lovely breakfasts," He gestured to the frying pan to demonstrate. "and two handsome and extravagantly rich husbands to take care of you." He sat a plate of eggs in front of her and dropped a piece of toast next to them.
Fred was piling food on his own plate, "Well maybe not extravagantly rich."
She gave them a half-hearted smile. "You both know that can't happen."
George smiled sadly. "We're just used to getting what we want."
When she left she gave them both a kiss on the cheek and thanked them for the breakfast, among other things. She left them both standing in the doorway, but took with her two hearts.
