Disclaimer: The characters and settings used in this story belong to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I may have taken slight liberties with their personalities and/or appearances, and I mean no harm whatsoever by doing so. No copyright infringement is intended and absolutely no money is being made by my writing this.

Specific warnings for this chapter: Incest, Lemon, and Yaoi/Slash (Fred/George).

Word Count: 1,234

Hermione Granger
(by Cameron Cox)

'That's wrong. Oh, that's very wrong! Illegal, even! It simply has to be illegal!' I thought frantically as I practically flew back to the common room. My clothes were damp from sweating . . . or well, okay, maybe that wasn't the only reason.

I can't believe what I just saw. They're brothers! Twins, even! Images clouded my brain as I ran, my eyes sweeping the corridors in a nervous panic, for reasons I didn't even know.

"Toadstool!" I yelled as the Fat Lady came into my view down the hall. She swung open reluctantly, muttering about how rude I was for screaming at her when all I had to do was ask nicely. I dashed right through the common room and up to my bed, ignoring the concerned calls from Harry and Ron as I ran.

"Hey Hermione, where you going? You ok?"

I didn't even dignify that with a response. Seriously, where did they think I was going? And did it look like I was ok?

I ran straight up the stairs, threw all of my books onto the floor, and launched myself onto my bed. Papers flew everywhere, but I was in no fit state to pay attention to trivial things like that. I drew the curtains and cast my strongest sealing and muffling charms . . . I knew I was going to need them.

I carelessly dragged my short black skirt over my hips and down past my knees, kicking them off hurriedly. I slipped my right hand under my soaking wet, lacy underwear and began stroking myself in earnest. I hadn't done this in so long. It wasn't ladylike . . . definitely not for the brightest witch of her age, which is what everyone always told me I was. But still, I needed it now!

Pleasure washed over me quickly, and I slowed, knowing that my orgasm would come immediately if I didn't . . . and that wouldn't be any fun. With my left hand I skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, sitting up and rotating my shoulders 'til the material fell away from my body. I unhooked my bra and let it fall too, revealing my perky, pale breasts. They weren't particularly big, but they worked for me; it wouldn't do to have all the boys drooling over me anyway, like Harry does with Cho and Ginny.

I reached down and pulled my underwear off as well, so I was lying stark naked on the bed. By now I felt as though I had regained control of my body, so I once more began stroking my pussy and nipples. I spread my legs wide giving myself better access. The pleasure returned in full force as I dove into the memory of what I'd just witnessed . . . . . .

I had stayed late after Astronomy. I'd had a free period just before it, and I'd taken a nap. For some reason, Parvarti hadn't bothered to wake me in time for class, so I stayed late to make up for it. On my way back to the common room, I passed dozens of unused classrooms. As I passed one of them, I heard noises from inside. Nervousness and excitement filled my gut — I knew those sounds, and they certainly weren't just people talking. I slowed to a slow walk before I got there; it wouldn't do for them to hear me coming.

As much as I would like to say otherwise, I really wanted to see this. And it was my job as a prefect to break it up anyways, I told myself. I gripped my books tighter to my chest as I drew slowly nearer to the cracked door. Finally, I was there, and I willed my heart beat softer as I peaked through the crack. I nearly dropped my books when I saw who it was.

Fred and George were in the room together, and they were both naked as the day they were born. Fred was on his hands and knees on an old teacher's desk, and George stood behind him, his dick buried fully inside of his brother.

George let out a grunt, and Fred moaned. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'Fred always seemed the dominant one to me — wait! What am I saying?!' I shook my head, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to stop watching. It was as though my knees had locked and my shoes had glued themselves to the floor.

George pulled himself nearly all the way out of Fred then slammed back in. Fred let out a small whimper. My knees shook slightly when he made that beautiful noise. George leaned forward and whispered something in Fred's ear as he began to pick up speed. Fred started moaning louder than ever.

Fred's cock stuck straight out under him, and George reached a hand around to grasp it firmly. Good God, it was huge! An extreme urge to rush over and touch it myself washed over me, but I shook it off, concentrating fully on the scene in front of me. George's hand began pumping Fred in rhythm with his thrusts, and Fred began thrusting eagerly into George's hand. Both were grunting, and both let out cries of the other's name when they came. Fred collapsed onto the desk, and George leaned over him, both boys panting for breath. They both seemed to be thoroughly spent.

Just then, all of my muscles seemed to melt. I dropped my books, wincing as they landed with a clatter on the floor. I grasped the door frame to keep myself from falling. Both the boys' heads snapped toward me, their eyes wide with fear. When they saw it was me, Fred seemed to relax a little, as if he knew I wouldn't judge them . . . but George tensed even more and his eyes got wider as he began scrambling for his clothes.

My muscles seemed to spring to life as adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I hurriedly grabbed my books and took off running.

. . . . . . My eyes rolled back as I fingered myself harder. The knot in my gut felt like it was going to burst. I began thrusting my hips up to meet my hand, trying desperately to create more friction. I needed to come. A few seconds later, my back arched and I cried out as I came harder than I ever had before.

I lay panting on my bed. That was amazing. I grabbed my wand and cast a few spells to clean myself up, grabbing for my clothes and slowly pulling them back on afterwards. 'Fred and George?' I thought to myself. 'How long have they been doing this?'

Well, I have always wondered why they never have girlfriends, I'm sure they could get just about anyone if they tried. I didn't know what I was going to do, or what I would say to Fred and George. I didn't even want to think about it really.

Turns out I really didn't have to, because when I opened my curtains, Fred and George sat on the next bed over. They were holding hands and grinning like madmen. "Thinking about us when you were doing that, eh, 'Mione?" they said in unison.

All I could do was blush. After all . . . they were absolutely right.

fin

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