When Summer sat down at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall later that morning to eat, she was in a good mood, despite the steel-grey, cloudy weather.
The Great Hall was nearly deserted, since everyone was sleeping late. Well at least almost everyone. The Ravenclaw Qudditch team, had just left to go practice, and Summer waved of her friends before she continued to eat her breakfast in silence, letting her thoughts wander and humming a little.
Slowly the Great Hall began to get filled with students as they woke up and came down for something to eat. Summer decided to leave before it got too crowded, and gulped down her juice before she was off. When she went out the door though, she suddenly hit a solid wall of muscles and red hair. The twins were standing right in front of her, big grin on their faces. Summer smiled and her eyes sparkled.
"Good morning sunshine," they said in unison and she giggled softly.
"So George and I were thinking that perhaps you were interested in spending a day in our company if you don't have anything better to do," Fred said with a huge smile on his face.
"Apparently you don't get a detention for smearing dragon manure all over Filch's ceiling if no one knows you did it, so we don't have any plans for today," George said, an identical smile on his lips as well.
"Actually I have plans with my girl-friends today so I can't," Summer said as her own smile wore off.
The twins didn't seem to mind at all.
"Well then, how about tonight then? That will give us the time to come up with something wicked too," said Fred a smile creeping up on his lip, a sparkle in his eyes, telling Summer it might not be something ordinary.
"That I would love," she said tilting her head to the side, smiling again.
"Then it's a date," said George and winked as he and Fred left her to go get something to eat.
Summer's mind went back to where it had been this morning, and she couldn't help but blush a little. Life knew what it was doing, she though as she walked up the stairs to meet her friends in the common room.
By the end of the day a note was delivered to Summer by an owl, tugging at the window in the Ravenclaw Common Room. She unfolded the note that said:
Meet us in the Entrance Hall at 9pm.
Wear warm clothing and look out for Filch.
F&G
Summer lifted an eyebrow as she read the note. It did sound kind of odd that they wanted her to meet them there, wearing warm clothing. And what was that about Filch? She looked at her watch and saw she had 35 minutes to get ready, so she went to her dorm-room and got herself ready and put on some warm clothing.
She knew it was after curfew, but it was usually easy to avoid Filch, so she didn't see any reason the twins had warned her – unless they had done something to tick him off – he was probably really mad about the manure still, and it would be just like Filch to blow off steam by punishing some students.
Summer went through the Common Room and headed for the stairs and soon she skipped through a silent corridor.
She avoided Madam Norris and a ghost but met no-one else before she was in the Entrance Hall, and was suddenly pulled behind a statue by a couple of strong hands. She was spun around and faced two red-heads. They smiled at her and she tilted her head and smiled back slightly blushing.
"You are in for a fun night," said Fred with a low voice smiling like a misbehaved Cheshire cat.
"Come on, before Filch finds us," said George and grabbed Summer's hand and dragged her with him. Fred took her other hand and they all went outside in the dark night.
"So where are we going?" Summer asked as they skipped over the frosty grass, their cloaks blowing slightly in the ice-cold wind.
"Well we're almost there," George said and squeezed her hand gently.
Summer couldn't see much in the darkness and couldn't light her wand as he hands were being held by the twins.
"Lumos," whispered Fred and lit his wand next to her as if he had read her mind.
"We are here," George said and dragged Summer through a door. She suspected where they were, but she couldn't tell for sure, since she had never been in this particular room. George swung his wand, and lights appeared in the lamps on the walls.
"Are we in a locker room?" Summer asked as her eyes adjusted and she looked around.
"Yes at the Quidditch Court," Fred said and smiled at her.
"We heard that Umbridge confiscated your broom, and banned you from flying last week, when you raced some Hufflepuffs around the school," continued George.
"Well we did crash into the greenhouses, traumatized the Devil Snitch, and almost hit Umbridge who was there to talk to Professor Sprout. Umbridge looks even worse covered in dragon manure," Summer said as she smiled. That had been loads of fun, except when they were punished. Summer loved flying, it was the best feeling in the world, but thanks to Umbridge, she couldn't anymore.
"Since we know how much you like flying, we will take you," Fred said with a smile on his lips.
Summer gasped. That was the best thing the twins could give her - her favourite feeling back. George had found some brooms and the three of them headed for the court.
"Why didn't I come up with this?" said Summer as she shook her head and let out a delightful soft laugh.
"Come on, you wouldn't know how to break into the Quidditch Court," Fred and George grinned in stereo.
"I am a Ravenclaw, I would figure out," she laughed back with her clear bell-like laughter. And then she took off. She flew through the air and now she was glad she was wearing warm clothing as the cold air, became even colder. Summer laughed and flew around with the twins; they raced and tried to catch her.
They had so much fun, that Summer completely lost track of time.
Way to soon Fred and George took her back to the locker room. They had been flying around, having fun for almost an hour and a half.
"You are quite a good flyer, how come you are not on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team?" Fred asked, as they put away the brooms.
"It just never felt right for me to try out," Summer simply said.
She liked Quidditch, but she liked just flying better, and it would trump organized sports any day. She hadn't really minded that much when her family didn't get tickets to the Quidditch World Cups last summer, even though her father and siblings did.
"Waste of talent," George grinned.
"Well my lady, if you would accompany us back to the school, we have a late night snack prepared for you in the kitchens," Fred said and held out a hand towards Summer at the same time as George did. She smiled and took their hands. They snug back to school and down to the kitchens, where Summer had only been once before, once she snug out late at night last year. It was still once more than most students.
"We have connections down here," Fred said when they entered the large kitchen beneath the Great Hall.
"They won't rat us out," continued George and took Summer's coat.
There were house elves in the kitchen at this hour still, cleaning and washing and doing other various things. A couple of elves, however, greeted the twins, and soon after came with a large platter with three cups, a pot of tea, cream, sugar, and some very delicious looking cauldron cakes. The three friends were pushed to the nearest table, where they sat down, and got the snacks served.
"Thank you, it looks so delicious," squealed Summer, as an house elf poured her some tea, bowed and backed away.
"Not as delicious as you," said the twins in unison and winked at Summer, who grinned into her cake.
They sat there for a long time, eating, talking, laughing, the twins telling her about the crazy products they had made and was yet to be made, and their plans for their joke-shop.
When they left, they were all full and satisfied, and wandered back towards Ravenclaw's Common Room, where the twins would drop Summer off.
Suddenly they heard a noise and stopped talking and laughing. Summer could smell it already – that dusty, enclosed smell of Filch's stupid cat. It was close and they didn't have time to run.
"Madam Norris," Summer whispered and looked at the twins. They exchanged a quick look. Madam Norris could be there in mere seconds. They pulled Summer to a tapestry two meters away, and behind it was a hidden door.
They all quickly slid in and closed the door right before Madam Norris rounded the corner. Behind the door was a very small secret room, no bigger than a broom closet, and it probably had been at some point, but now it was forgotten, hidden and empty, except for the three tall teenagers who were sandwiched in there.
They could hear Madam Norris sniff around out there, and then a squeak as she killed a poor mouse, which she started to eat not far away from the door. The sound of her purring and the bones breaking were muffled, but not far away.
They were trapped.
Summer was squeezed in between Fred whose chest was squeezed up her back, and George who was pinched against her front, her breasts pressed against him. Not that either of them seemed to mind. Summer managed to draw her wand and silence the small room, so she could talk.
"Well … Guess we just have to be patient," Summer shrugged.
"I can come up with a couple of ideas…" began Fred.
"… on how to spend the time," George finished with a crooked smile.
Summer looked up at the red-head in front of her. She could smell them both so clearly – they smelled like camomile from the tea, and some sort of round, full aroma she couldn't quite place – something rich like cedar wood yet sweet like cinnamon. And she could feel their breathing and their bodies so clearly as well. Pressed against her, she could feel their warm skin thanks to the outerwear they had taken off in the kitchen, and she could feel their toned muscles. Their heartbeats so simultaneously it was as one, and the rush of blood that went through Summer's own veins.
"So can I," she said and blushed deeply which they boys could see as their eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
"So … are you thinking," Fred stared.
"… what I am thinking," George continued as they looked at each other, mischievous grins on their lips.
"I think I am," Fred said as his hands slowly traced down Summer's waist.
"You want this don't you," he whispered in Summer's ear, which he then began nibbling on. Summer huffed and felt herself get warmer.
"I think it's meant to happen," she whispered, biting down on her lower lip as Fred managed to bend slightly down and caress her neck, without any visible effort. George put a finger under her chin and tilted her head so she looked up at him once again, before he gently locked his lips on hers and kissed her lightly, then deeper as he slid his tongue in her mouth. Summer huffed faster and moaned into George's mouth as he kissed her deeper, and Fred traced his hands down to her hips, where he began to playfully fondle with the edge of her skirt.
George was fiercer today and he pinned Summer's hands against the wall behind Fred using only one hand. The other, he used to quickly undo her shirt buttons, gaining access to her bra in a blink of an eye. Fred caressed her breast with his free hand, and George let his fingers run through Summer's hair and pulled her closer.
Now Fred snuck his hand down Summer's panties and started to rub her, pressing her lower body closer against his as she shivered and moaned louder.
He groped her breasts harder with his other hand and George had started licking and kissing the other side of her neck, still pinning her to the wall, and now groping one of her breast with his free hand.
Fred rubbed Summer harder, and her knees began to tremble as she huffed and moaned faster. Both the boys smirked and continued to tease her.
Summer almost couldn't take it anymore, and she wanted them to do more. Fred rubbed her, and then slid a couple of fingers in her, which caused Summer's breathing to intensify. She let her head fall back on Fred's shoulder, and now he could see the expressions he made her make.
Summer could feel how it pleased him.
She turned her head and they started kissing. George tightened his grip on Summer's wrists and ripped her bra completely off, before he started licking her nipples and kissing her breasts. He traced his other hand against her leg and ran his fingers to her panties and back again. Fred pulled his hand out of Summer's panties and his hand was quickly replaced by George's.
Fred then started to undo her skirt, which soon dropped to the ground, quickly followed by his own pants. He managed to open his shirts and Summer could feel his warm skin on her back. His hand then replaced George's and George slid out of his own pants, also opening his shirt, to reveal his light, freckled skin.
George still pinned her to the wall with one hand, and Summer could do nothing but let the boys explore her.
Fred kissed her roughly and she broke away to breathe and moaned as he slid one more finger inside her very wet entrance. George still enjoyed her breasts and bit them, licked them and kissed them, while Summer was trembling so much she was almost unable to stand.
George's fingers traced her trembling leg and he looked at Fred who smiled. With each their free hand, they took each of Summer's legs, and lifted her up so she folded her legs around George's waist, securing herself there. Fred could still move his hand around, but stopped as Summer hit her climax and her moans of pleasure made both boys very satisfied. Fred then ripped off her panties completely and dropped them on the floor.
"I think she is ready now George," said Fred as Summer let her head drop to his shoulder, moaning and huffing.
"I think you are right Fred," said George with a sly smile.
Summer couldn't take it anymore. She was burning up.
"No way back," Fred whispered in her ear and gently kissed her.
"Do it," Summer huffed, her cheeks red and her eyes pleading. George didn't need more encouragement. He pulled down his boxers and gently stroked his throbbing member between her legs before he pushed it in her. It slid in and she clenched around it, moaning and nearly screaming.
In this angle as he thrusted against her, he rubbed her and she could feel her second climax roll through her. He had his other hand at the small of her back and Fred was fondling her breasts with a tight grip and kissed her roughly.
"Fred …," she moaned into his mouth. He looked at her blushed face and he got harder.
"Yeah?" he moaned into her mouth as he kissed her again then pulled away.
"I … want you … as well," she panted. He kissed her almost brutally and gripped her breast harder, a smug expression on his face. He needed no more encouragement than her blushed cheeks and panting voice.
He dropped his boxers and George pulled out for a second to let Fred enter Summer's wet entrance before. Fred shoved for a couple of times, then pulled back out, and pressed himself in at Summer from behind. She let out a loud moan, that only the three of them could hear, and then George entered her front again, which made Summer climax for the third time.
She had never been so filled out before and she could feel the sensation of them thrust inside of her, while they playfully fondled her breasts, kissed and licked her all over.
It was the most intense and intimate thing Summer had ever tried out, and she completely lost herself to her senses. The experience felt as if it was over before it had begun and as if it had lasted for days at the same time, when it all came to an end and Summer rested her body against the two boys, steadily catching her breath as she calmed down. They embraced her and likewise they caught their breath.
"That was amazing," they panted out in unison and grinned at Summer who was still trembling.
"Yeah … it really was," Summer said, as she slowly began to realize that this had actually happened. How odd, she thought. She had definitely not expected that. But she did not mind at all.
"Do you think we can sneak her back to our dorm room?" George wondered as he leaned against Summer and ran his fingers lightly over her chin.
"I don't care, I will do it even if it's impossible, we are The Weasley Twins for Merlin's sake," Fred promptly responded.
"Boys I think we should get out of here at first don't you?" Summer said and tried to listen if the stupid cat was still on a mouse-killing crusade right outside the door.
They all listened but couldn't hear anything outside. They all managed to slip into their robes and glanced out the door, down the empty corridor.
"It's all clear," Fred said and the three of them slid out the door and went down the dark corridor, the twins holding on to Summer, still touching her body in a quite seductive manner.
"Summer do you want to be snuck back to our dorm room," Fred asked in a low voice at the same time as he gently stroked her butt.
"We could have some more fun back there," George added in a ditto voice.
Actually Summer wouldn't mind it at all, but something told her it was not the right time. She had already had one fantastic round of Weasley shagging tonight, and one should stop while still having fun.
"Not tonight," Summer simply said, "I think we should save some energy for the days to come."
She smiled and then she grabbed Fred by his loose tie and pulled his face down to hers before kissing him very passionately making him huff and grab her, ready to throw himself at her, but she pulled away and as he tried to catch his breath, she grabbed George, who was starring, paralysed, also by the tie and pulled him down. He only had time to blink, before she pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue in his mouth, kissing him as passionately as she had just kissed Fred.
"I'm looking forward to our next date," said Summer and giggled at the sight of the two boys who looked like cats that just caught canaries.
She took off to the Ravenclaw tower, really looking forward to the days and weeks to come, and waved goodnight to the two boys who was clearly thinking the exact same thing.