Hermione gazed into the sky, watching her identical lovers fly away from Hogwarts, and felt an overwhelming surge of pride, mixed with sadness. The fireworks exploding all around filled the air with whizzes, with pops, with bangs. She watched as the flaming ginger hair of Fred and George faded as they got further away. She leant against the wall, and sighed. She'd only just started sharing her world with them. They'd only had 3 months together, and now... now they were gone. All she'd get would be summer now.

She sat in the library, reading an ancient tome she had found on potions. Turning the page, a letter fell out. Princess was scrawled in a familiar chicken-scratch handwriting. She ripped the envelope open, and unfolded the parchment. There were two sets of words, one in black and one in red. She smiled, imagining exactly how this letter was constructed.

Princess. We're sorry we left you there, but being the fine, upstanding buisnessmen we are, we felt we had a higher calling than 'education'.

SO WE DECIDED TO

Shut up, Gred.

SHUT UP YOURSELF, FORGE.

|Anyway, we know you'll find this note, and we know you're probably really disappointed in us, but just know that we did this for you. We were distracting you from your studies.

NOT THAT WE MINDED TOO MUCH ;)

But we do, Gred. We can't have her failing her owls can we?Princess, we did this for you. We love you. Borderline addicted to you. Your scent

YOUR TOUCH

your smile

YOUR GOOFY HAIR

because she'll appreciate that.

SORRY PRINCESS

Princess, the point is, we're doing this for you. To help you in your study. We'll still have summer. We'll write as often as we can, but with the Toad Queen watching the owls, it might be irregular.

WE LOVE YOU. HEY, REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE IN THIS SECTION OF THE LIBRARY BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AND WE WERE

Gred! Inappropriate. What if Pince finds this?

SHE CAN KISS MERLINS SAGGY BUMCHEEKS.

Lovely. We'll write soon, love.

GRED

and Forge

xXxXxX

Hermione smiled, and wiped away a few tears threatening to spill over her cheek. She was angry at them for leaving her, for not completing their education, but now she could see why. She was still frustrated with them.

"Mione?" Neville said, as he sat next to her. "What's wrong?" He took his hankie out of his pocket, and passed it to her, to catch the tears freely falling down her face. She looked at it, and smiled when she saw a lion and the initials NL embroidered onto it. He saw her looking. "Gran did it. She thought i'd lose it. Not that she was wrong." He flushed, and she smiled even wider.

"That's really sweet, Neville." Hermione said, dabbing away the last of her tears.

"Hermione, I don't mean to be tactless, but why were you crying?" She sniffed, and smiled.

"doesn't matter. It's okay now." She said, placing her arm over the letter laying on the table between them.

"Oh. Okay. If you're sure."

Hermione was sitting on the rock by the lake, tossing pebbles and watching the ripple effect. She was hypnotised by the pattern it was making. People never came here, and she needed to be alone. She needed to get her mind off of things, she needed to not think about why Fred and George weren't there when she has almost died thanks to Dolohov, she needed to not think about Sirius and she really, really did not need to think about next year. She knew in her heart that there might not even be a Hogwarts to return to in the Autumn, now that everybody knew that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. Mind racing, she sat. That is, until she was heaved up by strong arms.

"Hello Princess!" Fred cheered, as George inhaled her scent, his nose tickling her neck.

"Wha-Fred, George, when did you get here?" She was stunned for a second, then pulled away from the twins, her eyes lit with fire. "Where were you? I was- I ALMOST DIED, and where were you? Probably mucking about with some ridiculous practical joke. You couldn't even be bothered, could you?" She screeched at them, tears threatening to spill over.

"Wha- Princess, we were held up in Egypt. We were out there researching a new prod-" George started, only to be cut off by Fred.

"You think our jokes are ridiculous. You, the woman we have been dreaming about for a month, the one person who I thought would always, always support us. Well, forget you, then, Granger." He spoke so quietly that the others strained their ears to hear, before turning to walk away.

"He's just upset, Princess. He'll come around. We're sorry we weren't here when you needed us, but we got here as quickly as we could. Now, where's my kiss?"

Sat atop the rock, panties abandoned, Hermione was moaning heavily. George was oh his knees, between her legs, and although her skirt covered his face so he couldn't see her reaction, he could certainly hear it. He was amazed everybody couldn't hear it. Oh how he missed her, and her delicious cunt. Fred was a moron for not being here. She rocked into his face as his tongue fucked her, and his teeth grazed her clit. Hermione threw her head back and wailed, as her legs clamped his head and her passage convulsed around his tongue. He was unbelievably aroused. Unbuckling his trousers, he encouraged her to ride it out before grabbling her hips, and heaving her down off the rock.

Hermione was bent over the rock, George pounding into her a mile a minute. Her hands reached for something to grab while she moaned continuously. Her breasts were pressed against the cool rock, she was dripping with fluid, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Oh how she missed this. She had touched herself nearly every night, brought herself close, but she could never feel this good without the twins. Well, in this instance, twin. His cock was penetrating deeper than she had thought possible.

"Princess?" She heard, as Fred appeared from around the trees. "I'm sorry I over- oh." He said, seeing his twin thrusting into their girlfriend.

"FRED!" She half said, half cried, as she was brought closer to the edge.

"Perhaps I should come back?" He said, backing away.

"No! Come!" She said, leaning her head up slightly, then her voice was lost in a warbling moan, as she convulsed, her orgasm so mind-blowing she forgot she was even talking.

"Looks like you beat me to it." He laughed, as he approached the pair, unzipping his trousers.