Chapter 6 – George

Hermione's long and trying fifth year at Hogwarts finally ended. Unfortunately, the Battle at the Hall of Mysteries claimed Sirius' life and left all the participants with visible and non visible wounds. She returned home to her parents for the first month of the summer and did her best to remain cheerful. Her parents weren't as convinced, but seemed accepting of Hermione's excuse that she was nervous about OWL results. They would certainly never guess anything close to the real reason for her downcast state. Eventually she put in her time with her parents and was freed to return to the Burrow and the magical world where she truly belonged. She felt a bit of sadness for the growing gulf between her and her parents, but it couldn't be helped.

Arriving back at Burrow everything was different. The twins had opened their shop in Diagon Alley and were living in a flat above it. Harry wasn't due to show up for weeks yet, which left her, Ron and Ginny together. The Burrow was way too quiet, but she did manage to work with Ginny and finish their summer assignments early. She tried to cajole Ron into working on his, but most of the time he ignored her. Some days he was perfectly fine and even showed moments of thoughtfulness that made her heart flip, but other days his surly mood would awaken and she wondered if he was two persons in one body. As they ended their second week together at the Burrow, all three of them were bored and Mrs. Weasley was tired with it all. She had been making work for them as much as possible, but the Burrow was cleaner and more organized than it had been in years. Due to security, anyone underage was limited in their travel and Mrs. Weasley even took extra precautions when she went out. On Saturday night the twins came home for dinner and their merry mood lightened up the Burrow for a few hours. Still, Ron grumbled a bit and Mrs. Weasley lost it with her youngest son.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You are to take that frown off your face this instant. You may not be happy with the security restrictions this summer, but we are just trying to keep you all safe. This past week your attitude has been horrendous and I've had enough. I know you're bored, but you're old enough to find something to do with yourself."

Everyone at the table grew quiet, shrinking away from an angry Mrs. Weasley. After a minute, George gathered his Gryffindor bravery to speak up.

"Actually mum, Freddie and I may have a solution. We were going to talk after dinner, but now seems like a good time. The store is doing well, but we have new stock piling up and more work than the two of us can handle right now. We hired a new girl, Verity, but she's swamped now as well. We'd be willing to hire these three for a few hours each day to come help at the shop. We'll pay the standard wage. I know pocket money is always helpful and it will keep them busy. And yes, I see your concerned look. We are aware of the security issues. We've placed a number of charms on the shop, both for security and to prevent sticky fingers. We have a floo connection in our flat and they could come and go straight from the Burrow to the shop. That is if you all are interested in a job?"

Three sets of eyes swung first to Mrs. Weasley and then to Mr. Weasley. The two of them looked at each other and Mr. Weasley leaned over to whisper to his wife. Her face displayed a range of conflicting emotions. Finally she settled and Hermione thought that she looked relieved. Maybe that was good news. Mrs. Weasley nodded to her husband, who turned to George.

"Alright George, your mother and I are in agreement on this. We'll allow it, as long as they want the jobs. But, all travel will be straight from the Burrow to the shop, nowhere else. I don't want anyone underage setting foot in Diagon Alley unless the building is on fire, understood?"

"Brilliant dad! Thanks. So, what do you three say? Start on Monday?"

All three of them nodded enthusiastically and Ron smiled for the first time in a week. With the promise of escape from the confines of the Burrow, the rest of the evening lightened and Hermione even found herself enjoying an after dinner chess lesson with Ron.

Monday arrived and Hermione, Ron and Ginny said goodbye to a nervous Mrs. Weasley and floo'd to the twins' flat over their shop. They landed in a small living room that looked out over Diagon Alley. Two doors led off to either side, most likely to bedrooms, and the opposite end from the living room held a small kitchen and an even smaller eating area. The place was the typical bachelor pad with mismatched furniture, a pile of dishes in the sink and clothes strewn across a couch. Fred was waiting for them and saw the looks on Hermione and Ginny's faces.

"Welcome! Sorry about the mess. Guess we didn't think about cleaning the place last night. Normally doesn't matter. Anyway, stairs to the shop are right through the door here."

They followed Fred downstairs and received a quick tour of the shop, the storeroom, offices and the twins' workshop. The shop itself was in good shape, although it was already filling rapidly with customers. George immediately grabbed Ron and threw a bright magenta robe around him as he propelled his younger brother toward a group of customers who needed assistance. Ginny and Hermione meanwhile followed Fred to the storeroom and saw that they would have plenty to work on. The storeroom and back office area was an absolute maze of crates, packages and loose inventory that seemed to spill everywhere. Fred turned to them and saw the slightly horrified looks on their faces.

"Alright, I know it looks bad. And I suppose it is bad. We've been meaning to get back here and organize it, but we never find time. We've been working twelve hour days and still trying to expand product lines. That's why we've called in reinforcements. We actually had it well organized at the start, but this is what has happened in the two months since we opened. Our usual shipments come in on Wednesday or Thursday, so you'll have a couple days to assess the problem before more arrives. I'll explain our original inventory system, but that's not cast in stone. I'm sure between you two brilliant witches you'll come up with something better."

Hermione and Ginny just nodded and let Fred show them what he could. Then George called from the shop and he left to help with customers. Ginny turned to Hermione and they started to discuss how to proceed. They worked through until lunch when the shop closed for one hour. Fred, George, Ron, Verity and Adam joined them in the back and they set up several boxes to use as a table for the sandwiches that Fred had just brought back. After lunch, work continued for several more hours before Hermione, Ginny and Ron had to return to the Burrow at Mrs. Weasley's appointed hour. The next day they returned to the shop and gradually settled into a schedule that saw them working at the shop about six hours a day. With the work came much welcome spending money, as well as a reprieve from the monotony of the Burrow.

Two weeks after they started at the shop, Hermione and Ginny finally had the storeroom in order. They had created a new cataloging and stocking system that made locating stock easier, as well as allowing an easier intake of new shipments. They were both amazed at just how well the twins were doing. Since the storeroom was under control, the upkeep and restocking could really be handled by one person. Ginny took that on while George asked for Hermione's help in the twins' workshop. The workshop was at the back end of the storeroom, placed between Fred and George's separate offices. Inside was a mess of half finished products in development, potions ingredients and a variety of reference materials. George led Hermione in carefully and then turned to look at her.

"Alright Hermione, so this is a special project. As you can see, it can get dangerous in here. That's why Fred and I wanted to give this area to you. We need to get this place organized and improve the safety charms on the place. Right now we spend half our time trying to remember where we put things before we can actually work on development. Last week it two hours to find a flask of armadillo blood that had fallen underneath a stack of parchment. I know this is above and beyond what we initially asked you to do, but we'll pay you appropriately. Are you up for it?"

Hermione looked around, intrigued by much of what she saw. Yes, it was a challenge, but she was excited by it. And George wondered if she was interested? She turned and smiled at him.

"George, this is exactly my kind of challenge. It may take some time, but I can do it."

"Brilliant! I'll show you a couple things to be aware of and then I have to get back up front. Keep your shields ready and yell if you need help."

A few minutes later, George left and Hermione began to assess the task in front of her. She spent the next several days in the workshop and it gradually improved. As part of her work, she often had to call one or both of the twins back to discuss what to do with various components of ongoing development projects. She found herself getting to know George better and began to identify even more ways that the two of them differed. At the end of her third week in the shop, Hermione and George were working on sorting through the twins' stacks of development notes when she opened up one notebook and a puff of purple dust enveloped her. Knowing the dangers of the workshop, she was momentarily panicked, but she didn't feel strange and wasn't in pain, so she calmed down. George on the other hand did panic, grabbing Hermione's arm and dragging her to the corner sink.

"Hold still! That's bulbadox powder. It has a fifteen minute activation period once it disperses. Gods, I don't know what the packet was doing in those papers. We need to get it cleaned off before the time period is up, or you'll start breaking out in purple boils. It was supposed to be an ingredient to one of the skiving snackboxes, but we found it to be too volatile. I'm afraid we need to get every last bit cleaned up or else it could be bad. How far did it go anyway?"

"George, I don't think the sink is going to work. I, um, have this stuff down my shirt, in my hair, everywhere."

George's eyes got wide.

"Shit! Alright, upstairs to the shower for you. Come on, quickly."

George dragged her out of the workshop, through the storeroom and up to the flat. He pushed her through a bedroom and into an adjoining bathroom.

"Here Hermione, let me get you some clean towels. Shampoo is in the shower. Do you need conditioner?"

"Only if I want to brush my hair afterwards."

"Okay, got it. I think there's some up front. Something mum thought we needed."

George ran out and came back with a bottle of conditioner. Hermione ducked into the bathroom and stripped quickly before setting the water hot and diving in. She rinsed quickly and then focused on her hair, taking much longer to ensure that all the powder was thoroughly cleaned out. As she was rinsing, she was startled to hear the door open.

"Hi Hermione. It's just me. George. I can't see anything, but I thought of another problem. Your clothes will be covered in the stuff. I've got gloves on and I'm going to pick them up and go wash them. I'll put a robe here for you in the meantime. I hope that's alright."

"Um, yes, sure George. Thanks."

The door closed and Hermione finished showering. Climbing out, she toweled off and then put on the robe George had left her. She rolled the sleeves several times and tied it as best as possible. The thing was big enough for three of her and she stumbled out of the bathroom, carefully lifting the robe which dragged on the ground a good foot past her feet. She made her way out to the living room and found George waiting. He tried not to laugh, but couldn't help himself.

"Gods, I hadn't realized how much of a giant I am until I saw you in that robe. Sorry, but it's the best I had. Your clothes are washing now."

Hermione thanked him and then realized that George was rubbing his wrist and something seemed wrong.

"George? What's wrong with your arm?"

"Oh, um, I got a bit of the powder from your clothes on my arm. Just above the stupid gloves."

Hermione crossed the room to him and grabbed his arm. A large, purple boil ringed in red stood out from his fair skin.

"Wow, that looks bad. I am really glad I took a long shower now. We need to do something for that."

"I have a salve. It's in my bathroom."

Hermione nodded and made her way back to the bathroom. She found the tube of salve where George had indicated and took it back to him in the living room. She then carefully applied the salve and winced when George hissed as it was applied. As she leaned over his arm, she suddenly felt a touch on the side of her face. Looking up, George was smiling at her as he tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. They stood staring at each other for a moment and then George leaned down and kissed her. Hermione expected a tentative kiss, but that wasn't in George's nature. He kissed her fully, leaving no doubt about his feelings.

"Hermione, I know this may be the wrong time, but I can't help myself. You are so beautiful. It seems wrong that you can be beautiful and brilliant. Doesn't leave other witches much of a chance."

Hermione stared into his Weasley blue eyes and absorbed his compliment. Giving into the temptation, she replied by pulling him down and returning the kiss. What started with a simple compliment soon became more as George worked his tongue into her mouth and she gave in to him. As they snogged, she worked the clasp on his store robes and then cast them aside. When she reached for his t-shirt, George pulled back and looked at her, questioning.

"I thought you and Fred still had feelings…"

"Maybe, I don't know. Anyway, we're not together anymore."

"But, are you sure?"

"Unless you want to stop George, I'm sure. Look, I don't expect a commitment from you, but right now I need this."

George shook his head and then started kissing her again while pushing toward the bedroom. As soon as they were in the bedroom, she pulled his t-shirt off and then started working on the button to his jeans. George meanwhile grabbed his wand and cast a couple of quick charms on the room. Pushing Hermione back for a moment, he aimed the wand at her and was about to cast the charm when she stopped him.

"No need George. I'm still on the Potion."

George tossed the wand and then reached forward to undo his robe. As it fell off her body, he stopped, stunned at her full beauty.

"Fuck…"

"That's the idea."

She finished with his jeans and George kicked his shoes off as the jeans dropped. His boxers were at full tent and Hermione grabbed him, getting a good feel. He hissed and thrust his hips into her. With no further delay, she yanked the boxers down and dropped to her knees, examining him close.

"You two really are identical. I hope you're as skilled."

George was about to respond, but then Hermione started to swallow him and the only speech he could manage was a strangled cry. She quickly set a pace, taking him deep and then pulling back out to blow him and lavish attention on his head. George had experienced a number of blow jobs, but what she was doing to him was the best he had known. She seemed to find every sensitive spot on his shaft and exploit it for his pleasure. When she worked her way down the shaft and sucked on his balls, he finally began to tremble. Knowing what was coming, she took him full in again and moments later George came, shooting a massive load down her throat. When she finished cleaning him up, she stood up again and their tongues began to wage war. Already regaining hardness, he threw her back on the bed and then crawled over her. Straddling her on his knees, his left hand went between her legs, while his right hand worked a breast. She was trembling, needing release and he was all but taking her there. Still, she couldn't quite find her release and demanded that he move it along.

"Gods George, stop playing with me and just fuck me already. I need you in me now!"

Hearing Hermione cursing and demanding made him tremble and George couldn't deny her any longer. Leaning forward, he kissed her and inserted his tongue at the same time he plowed his full length deep into her. He went rough and fast and she screamed in delight as he set a hard rhythm. Needing to feel him more, she pulled her legs up and encouraged him to work even harder. He readily complied and was soon breathing quickly from the effort. Just a couple minutes later, he felt her start to shake and then her ear piercing scream signaled the arrival of a massive orgasm. As her muscles tightened on him and he watched her face bathed in the beautiful glow of her climax, George emptied himself in her. Collapsing forward, he held her to his chest as they both recovered. Her orgasm seemed to be continuing and the constant fluttering around his cock kept him hard. Once he caught his breath, he gave her a couple more brief strokes and then came again at the same time she seized into another, smaller climax. They lay together for a few minutes and he finally softened, reluctantly leaving her. Once they had both recovered, he pulled her close to his side and stared at her.

"That was incredible Hermione. I've never come twice together like that. I don't know what you did to me."

"No more than what you did to me George. Merlin! I needed that."

They lay together for a couple more minutes before deciding that they should get cleaned up before someone came up and found them. Soon they were both cleaned, dressed and back in the living room. George gave Hermione one more long kiss and then sighed.

"I suppose I should get back down to the shop. You can stay here until your clothes are clean. We'll be closing in an hour anyway."

"Thanks George. For everything."

He smiled, shook his head and turned to exit the flat. Hermione went to sit on the sofa while she waited for her clothes to finish. By the time the shop closed and everyone was back in the flat, the clothes were done and she was dressed again. George had explained to Ron and Ginny what happened with the bulbadox powder and everyone agreed that it would be best to not tell Mrs. Weasley. With that decided, the three of them lined up and made their way to the floo. Hermione was last and gave George a smirk before she floo'd back to the Burrow.

Hermione and the others continued with their separate tasks at the store through the rest of the week. Ron worked with customers in the front, Ginny handled the main storeroom and Hermione continued in the workshop. The day after the bulbadox incident she was mostly alone in her work due to how busy the store was. Her first task was to scourgify all the bulbadox powder out of the workshop. Then she got to work on the potion ingredients. Two days after the incident, George finally freed himself and was able to join her in the workshop. Amazingly, he seemed a bit unsure when he stopped talking about the shop and looked at her longingly.

"Um Hermione, can we put aside the potions ingredients for a minute? I'd like to talk about what happened a couple days ago."

"Alright George. Having regrets? I don't."

"What? NO! I was more worried about you, but you're okay?"

"George, what happened between us was with mutual consent. I wanted it as much as you. And you can stop seeming so shocked. Just because I'm good at schoolwork and like things neat and in order doesn't make me frigid. I'm a mature witch and I like a good shag on occasion. Which you most definitely were."

"You know if you keep complimenting me like that, you may get yourself in trouble. But I was wondering, I don't know how serious you want to be. I really like you, but there is just a lot happening right now."

"I understand George. Right now is not the time for us to get officially involved. Your parents have enough to worry about and I'll be going back to school anyway. So stop worrying and tell me what you meant when you said I might be getting in trouble."

George smiled and pulled her to him, kissing her hard and deep. Hermione fumbled and found her wand, quickly casting the charms to seal the room as George ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying. She yanked his robes off and then reached for his belt as he finished unbuttoning her pants. She kicked her shoes off and sent the pants off with them, while reaching into George's boxers and pulling out his throbbing erection. George's mouth was on her breast as she clawed at his hair, needing him desperately.

"George, it's almost lunch. Let's hurry this up."

Pulling back from her breasts, George picked her up and set her on a nearby table. Reaching down, he lost her knickers and then kissed her as he pulled her to the edge of the table and plunged all the way into her. Hermione threw her head back as he took her completely. Then he started pounding her and she found herself digging her fingers into his shoulders to hold on while he set a frantic pace. Minutes after starting, her first climax was building when George's head came down and he lightly bit her nipple. The brief pain sent her soaring as she screamed his name and flooded his busy cock with her fluids. George smiled as he watched her come, but refused to let up on her. Soon he joined her and then gave one more thrust that sent her into a second climax. When he finally slipped out, a rush of fluids ran down her thighs. Catching her breath, she leaned forward and kissed him thoroughly. He then helped her up off the table and they cast cleaning charms and dressed quickly. Twenty minutes later they emerged from the workshop and joined everyone else for lunch. They tried to remain calm, but Ron took notice.

"Hermione, are you feeling alright? You look flushed."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. That stupid workshop is stuffy and some of the fumes are getting to me. I should probably air the room out."

Ron nodded and grabbed more crisps, satisfied with her answer. Meanwhile Fred looked at her with a smirk that told her he was completely aware of what was going on. Hermione suppressed a groan and avoided his eyes.

The following weekend was the last before Harry was due to arrive at the Burrow and everyone was excited to see how he was doing, worried about how he was coping with Sirius' death. On Saturday, Bill, Fleur and the twins all came for a family dinner. Hermione noticed that Bill and Fleur appeared quite attached, a fact that made Mrs. Weasley scowl. Hermione wasn't sure what issue she had with Fleur. The French girl may have been a bit exotic and snobbish, but overall Hermione thought she was decent. Maybe it was her pairing with the eldest of the Weasley boys. She had noticed that Mrs. Weasley had a soft spot for Bill especially. With that thought in mind, Hermione hoped that Mrs. Weasley never learned of her own brief affair with him. Or with any of the other Weasleys. The dinner was happy and eased the tension that seemed to be constant around the Burrow with the ongoing Order activities. After they ate, everyone retired to the living room for games and discussion. After three butterbeers, Hermione excused herself to the bathroom. When she finished and was heading back downstairs, George was waiting for her. He leaned in close to whisper to her and his breath on her neck made her heat up.

"Hermione, Fred and I are leaving in a couple minutes to head back to the flat. I'd like to have you come over later. If I apparate you in and out from the back garden no one should notice. Say around 11:30? Everyone will be in bed by then."

Hermione paled for a minute at the thought of sneaking out. If she was caught it would be the ultimate betrayal of the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's trust. As she contemplated, George pulled back and stared at her with those gorgeous eyes. He leaned in and kissed her quickly and Hermione's reserve melted.

"Alright George, but I can't be gone long. I'll be in the back garden at 11:30."

George smiled and gave her a quick squeeze before he headed on to the bathroom. Hermione returned to the living room and resumed her game of Gobstones with Ginny. By 10 the elder Weasleys began to drop hints about bed and by 10:30 everyone made their way upstairs. Hermione went to Ginny's room and dressed for bed, then took her turn in the bathroom to brush her teeth. Ginny had the lights out by 11 and they talked for a few minutes before Hermione heard Ginny's breathing settle into her usual sleeping rhythm. Checking her watch, Hermione got up at 11:20 and put on her robes before tiptoeing out of the room, downstairs and to the back garden. Precisely at 11:30, George popped in, took her arm and apparated her back to the flat. When they arrived in the full light, Hermione was surprised to find that it was actually Fred that had collected her. She looked startled, then confused and then defensive. Seeing the war of emotions, Fred stroked her arm to calm her. Hermione mentally cursed him for knowing exactly how to calm her. Then George appeared in front of her.

"Come on Hermione. Don't explode yet. I know you thought you were coming just to see me. If that's what you want, then we'll stick with that, but Fred and I have been talking and we were wondering if you're interested in a bit of an adventure?"

"You and Fred were talking about me? Merlin! Don't tell me the two of you have been going into details about me."

"Um…well…we do share almost everything. We've never kept a single secret from each other in our lives."

Hermione groaned and then looked from one to the other. She took a deep breath before replying.

"Alright, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Embarrassed a bit maybe."

"Don't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful, sexy witch who happens to like ginger. Nothing wrong with that. So, you want to hear our proposal?"

Hermione nodded.

"We were talking and since you like things…"

"…a bit wild on occasion."

"We were thinking…"

"…that perhaps you'd be interested in…"

"…doubling up for once."

"Trying a Weasley twin…"

"…threesome."

Hermione's head whipped back and forth between the two of them as they performed their tennis match conversation. A threesome? With both of them? That was something she hadn't expected. It would be very naughty. But, she couldn't deny the idea was intriguing. They both hovered on opposite sides of her, grinning and waiting for her reply. She was wavering on the edge and decided on a bit of a test. Turning first to Fred, she reached up and kissed him deeply. Then she released him and turned to kiss George just as deeply, carefully appreciating the difference in his response. When she pulled away, she was decided and gave them the nod that answered their request. Smiling, they each took her by an arm and led her to Fred's room. Her robe left her body as they entered the room, leaving her in just her short summer nightgown. Each of them reached out and began to fondle her as George claimed her lips and Fred nibbled on her neck. Without discussion, they simultaneously pulled back and removed her nightgown, leaving her in nothing but her knickers. Then they each dipped their heads and began to suckle a breast. The dual sensations were amazing and had her moaning loudly. After a couple minutes she pushed them back with lust in her voice.

"You two are entirely too dressed."

Both of them smiled and yanked their shirts off before starting to kick off shoes. Hermione reached forward and started on Fred's belt before switching and undoing George's as well. As each of the men worked on their trousers, she switched back and forth, groping and trying to help. Soon she had two identically gorgeous wizards standing in front of her in just their boxers. As each began kissing her again, she used both hands to reach and fondle both their erections. As their moans got louder, she took the hint and dropped both pairs of boxers to the floor. Then she broke away from their lips and fell to her knees, pulling George around so that he stood next to Fred. With both cocks in front of her, she licked her way from one head across to the next. Then she reached up and grabbed a shaft in each hand. As she stroked them, she opened wide and took both heads into her mouth. She could only take a couple inches in when taking both, but she masterfully sucked what she could and both men groaned in appreciation as they moved to push her back on the bed. With her mouth freed, she smiled up at both of them as they began to fondle her breasts again. Then Fred dipped his head down and began to eat her out. As he did, George rolled her to the side and suddenly she felt something new as he lubed her rear entrance and gently inserted a finger. She had never done anal, but found it to be surprisingly good. George slowly added a second finger and then started working her, stretching the muscle for what was soon to come. As Fred worked the front and George worked the back, she began to pant and then the wave hit her as she came suddenly. George continued to work her from behind while his head went down to capture all her juices while Fred continued to nibble her clit, extending the orgasm for several borderline painful minutes. Once she was cleaned up and had settled, both her lovers pulled up and looked at her.

"Are you ready Hermione? We'd like to take you double, front and back. You can pick who goes which way."

"Don't care. Just do it. Fuck you two are so fucking hot."

George smiled and moved around to lay himself on the bed. Pulling her over the top of him, he maneuvered Hermione over his shaft. Grinning wickedly, she plunged herself down on to him, making him squeal. Before she could move, Fred came up behind her and pushed her forward a little bit. Then she felt the lube again before he began to push his way into her from behind. The pressure was incredible and then there was a bit of pain, but Fred went slow and steady and soon the pain passed and he was in her fully. The feeling was like nothing she had felt before and she almost came before they started moving. Then Fred looked over her shoulder at his twin and suddenly they were setting a rhythm with her in between. It was like being the center of an erotic seesaw. As George pushed in, Fred pulled out. Then Fred was in and George was out. Neither ever left her completely though and it took only minutes before she began screaming. They kept working her until suddenly George's head went back and she felt him empty inside her pussy. A minute later Fred came in her ass and she seized yet again, collapsing and completely limp. She had no idea of how much time passed, but eventually they both slipped out and some time after that her vision finally returned as she saw the two gorgeous men staring down at her. They lay together for a few minutes and she alternated kissing each of them before rolling over and off the bed.

"Fred, George. That was…unbelievable. I really wish I could stay, but if I'm found missing we're all going to want to surrender ourselves to Voldemort before your mum gets hold of us."

Fred groaned and nodded, climbing out and giving his brother a hand as he crawled out. They cleaned and dressed and then she gave them each another kiss before George took her arm and apparated to the back garden of the Burrow. Hermione was glad that there were no lights on as she tiptoed back inside and made her way to Ginny's room. As she went to crawl in bed, Ginny lit her wand and looked at Hermione.

"Mind telling me where you were?"

"Um, couldn't sleep. Went for a bit of fresh air."

"Hermione, it's two in the morning. I found you missing over an hour ago. I checked downstairs and the garden and I didn't find you. I even looked in dad's workshop. Were you with George?"

"What? Shit, alright Ginny. How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. The two of you have been acting a bit strange at the shop. So, where did he meet you? Have you shagged both of the twins now?"

"Ginny, I didn't think you wanted details about your brothers."

"Changed my mind. It may be my brothers, but I need some education. Time to spill."

Ginny cast privacy charms to reinforce her request and Hermione sighed. After everything she and Ginny had done, it wasn't like she could withhold.

"Okay, yes, I was with George. And Fred. Fred apparated here and collected me. Then we went back to the flat. I had planned on it just being George, but I found out how much they share. And I must say they are quite a team."

"What? Are you telling me you did a threesome?"

"Let's see, twins equal two and I equal one and two plus one is three, so yes."

"Fuck, that's hot. Are you alright, I mean with both of them, did it hurt you?"

"Yes, it was quite hot. I may be a bit sore in the morning, but it was worth it. Now, I need to sleep."

Ginny chuckled, put out the light and Hermione was instantly asleep.

The rest of the weekend proceeded quietly and then on Monday Harry arrived. He was still morose over Sirius' death, but seeing his friends seemed to uplift his spirits. Mrs. Weasley also did her best by fixing all of Harry's favorite dishes. On Tuesday, Hermione, Ron and Ginny returned to their jobs at the shop. Harry was deemed too great a security risk and was confined to the Burrow. The shop was crawling with customers on Tuesday and Hermione only managed a brief snog with George. Then, late on Tuesday night, Death Eaters were reported in Diagon Alley and two stores were vandalized. Although Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was untouched, the sightings and break-ins were enough for Mrs. Weasley to ban them from returning to the shop. Although the work was caught up and there were only a couple weeks until school started, the restriction still rankled Hermione who had been hoping for one more chance with George or maybe with both the twins. Instead, she was sequestered at the Burrow again.

At the end of the week, the twins, Bill and Fleur returned to the Burrow for another family dinner. The weather started nice and they ate outside on the picnic tables in the garden until a light rain began to fall during dessert. Everyone quickly grabbed their cake and hurried inside. An hour or so later, everyone dispersed. Bill and Fleur apparated back to their flats while Harry, Ron and the twins went to Ron's room to discuss several new product lines. Ginny stayed to read a book and Hermione made her way up to the bedroom she shared with Ginny, where she settled in with her own book. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door and she opened it to find George smiling suggestively at her. He stepped in the room and she was immediately wrapped around him. Knowing that there was little time, she begged him to hurry up as he pulled her skirt up and dropped her onto her bed. She reached out and freed his cock from the tight jeans he was wearing. As she did, he pushed her shirt up roughly and palmed a breast while his tongue explored her mouth. Then he pushed her knickers aside and entered her without warning. As she began to moan, she realized they hadn't set charms and bit into George's shoulder to stifle her noises. As their pace picked up, she heard the door open and was dismayed when she saw Ginny step into the room. George reluctantly stopped and looked over at his sister, whose jaw was hanging open.

"Um. Okay then. I think I'll wait in the hall."

Ginny left and George turned back to Hermione. Soon they were back in a rhythm and came almost at the same time a few minutes later. As cum dripped out of her, Hermione rolled off the bed and quickly started cleaning and straightening her clothes. George tucked himself back into his jeans, kissed her one more time and then exited the room, ducking his head as he passed Ginny standing guard outside. Seeing him leave, Ginny re-entered her room. Looking at Hermione, she smirked and shook her head.

"Don't you ever get enough Hermione?"

"No, actually I don't."

The last week and a half of summer passed uneventfully, with everyone at the Burrow counting the days to school and escaping the boredom at home. The twins visited several more times, but other than a brief snog in the broom shed, Hermione didn't get much time alone with George or Fred.