Chapter Twelve
"Oh my god, I think I'm going to be sick." Draco announced upon hearing that their bond meant he and Ron were attracted to each other.
"That book can't be right Hermione, maybe you're reading it wrong." Ron protested.
"Yeah Ron, maybe if she turns it upside down it will say that you haven't been a closet homosexual all your life." Fred said in mock sincerity.
"Or if she reads the lines from right to left, your blushing bride Draco will turn into a fluffy bunny and this will all be a bad dream." George added.
Just as Ron was about to launch himself at his brothers, Hermione spoke up.
"All right everyone that's enough. I'm sorry Ron; I'm just telling you what the book says."
"Fine Hermione, what does it say about your bond then? And hey, what color is yours any way? You haven't even shown us yours." Ron said as he sat back down on his bed.
"I don't have to show you Ron, that's privet." Hermione said, dropping her eyes back to the book.
"Privet? My Mum thinks I'm married to you for Merlin's sake. Come on Hermione, I showed you mine, show me yours." Ron whined.
"Oh romantic. Is that the line he used to win your heart Draco?" George asked.
"Sod off." Was all that Draco mumbled.
"Ron, if it makes you feel any better, we will show you ours. We aren't ashamed of them." Fred said, casting a challenging look at Hermione.
"I didn't say I was ashamed." Hermione protested. She knew they were just trying to wind her up so that she would show her mark. "Go ahead and show him."
"Now Ron, we will have to pull up our sleeves, and show a little skin." Fred warned.
"Don't go getting all horny. I know we are sexy men, but we are your brothers after all." George finished. They both ducked out of the way of the pillow that Ron threw, and pulled up their sleeves. Glinting in the light was the golden band, the words Property of Hermione woven into the vine.
"Wow" Was all that Ron could say. Hermione smiled to herself, feeling a little bit of pride in the fact that the twins were marked with her name.
"Wait a minute. Is that how it looked from the start?" Draco asked, finally joining the conversation because it was no longer about him and Ron.
"No, it was just a gold band at first, and then it grew darker, and turned into a vine." Hermione told him.
"What about the name? When did that get there? I'm not going to end up with Draco's name on me am I?" Ron asked in horror.
"Not unless he hex's it onto you like Hermione did to us. The mark kind of stuck to it, and now it won't come off." Fred said, rubbing his finger lightly over the words.
"Oh like you didn't do the same thing to me." Hermione shot them a glare.
"What are you talking about? That was a shirt, not your skin." George said bewildered.
"Oh don't lie, I have the proof." With a huff Hermione pulled the bandage off her wrist and showed everyone the words Property of Gred and Forge. Ron and Draco snickered at it, but Fred and George just looked confused.
"We didn't do that Hermione."
"We swear to you." They both looked honest, and for some reason, Hermione believed them.
"Maybe you should look up Gold Bonds in the book." Draco offered. Hermione flipped through the pages, and came to it at the end of all the colors.
"The Golden Bond." She read out loud. "The Golden Bond is the rarest and truest of all marriage bonds. When a Golden Bond is achieved, it signifies the parties involved are in fact the missing piece of the others soul. Deep love and attraction for not only the physical being but also the mind must be present. Only five instances of a Golden Bond ever being achieved are on record. A Golden Bond is the only bond mark that forms in anything other then a plain band. Since these bonds are so rare, all forms they may take on are not recorded. Four of the known bindings took a design much like a Celtic knot, signifying a joining of life forces. The only other known design is that of a vine. The vine represents life, loyalty, and eternity. It should also be noted that Bond marks are always matched to the others in the bond. If anything should cause a Bond mark to be altered, it will be reflected in the matching mark." Hermione finished reading, and the room sat in silence. She had no idea that the simple tattoo around her wrist could reveal so much. She could feel four pairs of eyes on her, and needed to get away.
"I'm really tired." She said as she abruptly stood. "I'm going to bed." With that she left. She was halfway to Ginny's room before she remembered that she would have to sleep in the twin's room again. She didn't know if she could face them. She had figured out that the words in the book were true for her, but could the twins really feel the same way? They had always treated her like nothing more then Ron's friend, or the bossy prefect that got them in trouble for their pranks.
Hermione was so deep in thought she didn't realize that she had made it all the way down to Fred and George's room. She stood at the foot of the beds that had been pushed together the night before. She remembered falling asleep in their arms, and never feeling safer.
"It's all true Mione." George's voice whispered in her ear.
"Every word that book said." Fred said as he moved in front of her and lifted her chin so that she was looking in his eyes.
"We have been in love ever since a little know-it-all told us that we would never be able to cross Dumbledore's age line." George ran his hands up her sides and Hermione couldn't help herself when she started to lean back into his hard chest.
"We would test our products on first years in front of you just to get you to yell at us." Fred stepped closer, leaving not an inch of space between the three of them.
"You always look so beautiful when you're angry." George leaned his head down and brushed his lips across her neck. Hermione started to speak, when Fred's lips crashed down on hers. They were soft yet demanding, and when he ran his tongue on her lips, she parted them willingly. Just as George's hands came around to cup her breasts, she suddenly pulled away from both of them. The look of disappointment was mirrored on their faces when she pulled her wand.
Hermione spun and cast locking and silencing charms on the room. Quickly she turned back to the twins and smiled at them as she reached down to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and flung it across the room. "At least I'll know where it is in the morning." She said as she moved to the bed and laid herself in the middle of it.
The twins stood still, taking a moment to realize what was going on.
"You just going to leave your wife here all alone?"
At her words, wide grins broke out on their faces. Hermione had never seen anyone rip their shirts off and jump into a bed as quickly as they did. Soon she was laying there, Fred kissing his way down her neck, and George licking and kissing her stomach.
Fred reached around her back and unhooked her bra, quickly removing it and tossing it to the side. George had worked his way back up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses in his wake. When her breasts were exposed to the cool night air, both men wasted no time latching them selves to her nipples. They nipped and sucked, working the flesh into hard peaks. Hermione threw her head back and let out a low moan, as she ran her hands through their messy hair.
"You're so gorgeous Mione." Fred whispered as he came back to her lips, taking them in a fierce kiss. George again worked his way down until he came to the waist of her jeans. He undid the button and pulled the zipper, quickly working them over her hips and discarding them over his shoulder. He placed a kiss on her damp center that was still covered in black lace. Hermione's groans were lost in Fred's mouth.
George pushed her panties to the side, and using one hand he gently parted her, sweeping his tongue across her heated flesh once again. When he reached her little bundle of nerves, he latched on, sucking and nipping gently with his teeth.
"Does that feel good Mione?" Fred whispered to her as he sucked on her ear lobe. She shook her head yes, but was unable to say anything.
"Tell us how good it feels" Fred whispered again, this time pinching her hard nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. Just then George inserted a finger inside her, curling it slightly to hit just the right spot.
"Oh Merlin it feels so good." She yelled out, throwing her head back as she came. George continued licking, drinking her juices down like a man about to die of thirst.
"That's it baby." Fred was chanting over and over in her ear as she slowly came back down from her orgasm. When her head cleared, she looked down to see George smirking at her. She pulled him up by his hair and claimed his lips in a heated kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and it set the fire in her belly aflame once again.
"I think it's my turn now." Hermione said in a husky voice that even she didn't recognize. Putting her hands on George's chest, she pushed him down until he was lying on his back next to her. She moved around until she was kneeling between the two men.
"I think you too have entirely too many clothes on." She said with a grin. Just as quickly as they had removed their shirts, their jeans and boxers went flying across the room. When they were completely naked, they laid back down on their backs, smiling up at her.
Hermione ran her hands up both of their chests, loving the way that the muscles jumped at her touch. Leaning down, she started on Fred, kissing and sucking at his skin. She laved at each of his nipples in turn, earning a groan from him for her efforts. She turned her attention on George, and treated him to the same actions. Feeling a little bolder, she ran her tongue down the center of his chest, all the way down to the line of fine red hairs on his belly. She felt his erection bob against her chin, and had a moment's hesitation.
"You don't have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable Mione." George whispered to her, running his hand through her hair.
"I want to do it, I just never have before. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong." With that, she reached down and grasped his hard length in her hand. She was a little surprised at the size of it, only getting small glances at it from across the room in their memories. It was heavy and thick, a small bead of liquid glistening at the tip. She leaned down and took an experimental swipe of her tongue. It wasn't exactly a bad taste, just odd. The sound of his moan at the contact urged her on. Very slowly, she took the tip into her mouth, and sucked, like she would on a Popsicle. She started to move her head, working a little at a time farther into her mouth. George's hands wrapped themselves in her hair.
"Just like everything else you do Mione, perfect the first time." George panted out. Just as she was getting the hang of sucking and using her tongue at the same time, she remembered Fred. She was worried that he was feeling left out when she suddenly felt the bed dip behind her.
Fred ran his hands down her back until he came to her hips. She heard a tearing sound, and knew that he had ripped her panties to remove them. "Sorry love, I'll buy you new ones." He chuckled softly. Hermione's only answer was to spread her legs a little wider to allow him room to kneel between them. Soon she felt his tip at her entrance, and she couldn't help rocking back a little onto it.
"Eager aren't we?" Fred whispered. Hermione didn't have a chance to make any type of retort. Fred plunged forward, and now Hermione knew what it felt like to be full. She moaned around George's cock, which in turn pulled a moan from George.
Slowly the trio found a rhythm, Fred plunging forward as Hermione swallowed more of George's length. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, Fred's hips slapping into Hermione's backside, and the occasional slurping noise from Hermione.
Hermione felt a tightening in her belly, and new that she was close. George came first however. With a loud grunt, he clenched his fist in her hair, and thrust his hips upward. Hermione was surprised at first when she felt him spurt into her mouth, but she managed to drink it all down, not spilling a drop. As he lay panting, he let go of her hair, and Hermione slumped forward, resting the side of her face on his hip.
Fred's movements grew frantic behind her, and he was now grunting with every thrust of his hips. Hermione couldn't stop herself, and was now moaning in time with the grunts. George was running his hands through her hair, and whispering words of encouragement to her.
"Come on Mione, let yourself go. He feels so good inside you doesn't he? Just let go and feel." Fred gave a particularly hard forward thrust, and slightly rotated his hips. Whatever it was that he hit inside her, caused the coil to break. She came with a scream, clutching at the bed beneath her. As soon as her muscles tightened around him, Fred lost himself. He came with a great shout of her name, spilling himself deep inside her.
They lay panting for a moment, until Fred moved her so that they were all lying down. He snuggled into George's chest, and Fred wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Do you believe us now Hermione?" George whispered as he ran his fingers gently up her arm that was around his waist.
"Yes, I think I do." Hermione said with a soft yawn.
"Good, because we are never letting you go now." Fred said from behind her.
"We love you too much." George smiled.
"And I love both of you. I guess I just had to marry you to figure it out." With that all three fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
AN: Hope you all like this chapter. I was actually laughing while writing the first part. I love the twins teasing Ron. Thanks so much for all the reviews. Keep them comming, they make my day!
