The sun had long set and Hermione's tears had dried in their supportive company. The comfort they provided her was unparalleled and though she could also sense their simmering frustration and anger, she appreciated them staying with her and looking after her for the rest of the afternoon. She didn't want to rise from the warm cocoon of blankets but forced herself to set the empty cup from her hot chocolate on the table and rubbed a tired hand over her face. "I should get going, otherwise I'll fall asleep on you here." She expected them to smile at her but there was only a beat of silence before she felt George's hand reach for her and lace their fingers.
"Why don't you stay and sleep with us?" he asked quietly, taking the lead on this conversation as Fred merely squeezed her thigh gently from his place on her other side.
She turned to look at him, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. "I'm..I don't think this is the right time..I'm not in the headspace to-"
"Oh, no, not like that," George hastened to correct her assumption. "Just to sleep. No pressure, no expectation. Just…stay, sleep, we'll make you breakfast in the morning and we can have a slow Sunday morning together. Merlin knows we all need it after how busy the last few weeks and today have been," he offered a sleepy smile of his own, clearly in agreement with her that it was time for bed.
"If you're too uncomfortable or not ready, there's a guest room for you to take if you'd rather but we would absolutely love to just spend the night with you," Fred added, his thumb gently swiping over her knee.
She weighed her options but ultimately let her heart and magic decide, and the answer became very clear in her mind. "No, I'd love to stay with you."
Fred flicked his wand and the cups flew into the sink and blankets folded themselves over the arms of the sofa, ready for the next day. "Why don't you take the bathroom first and get comfortable. Would you like something to sleep in?" he offered.
She looked down at her cream swing dress and nodded. "Just a t-shirt would do if that's okay?"
George took her hand and led her to the main bedroom, pointing to the set of drawers which was clearly split in half for their preference. "Second row is t-shirts, feel free to pick whatever is comfortable," he suggested while opening the large wardrobe on the side, and pulled out a midnight blue satin shirt which he offered to her. "For transfiguration into a scarf or bonnet, or whatever you prefer."
Touched by the thoughtful gesture, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before finishing her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She looked at her puffy eyes in the mirror and summoned her handbag, reaching for the little cosmetic bag she always carried and found the right vial to get her make-up off and soothe the puffiness. Mindful not to take too long, she quickly stripped her dress and tights and shimmied into the loose black t-shirt, feeling it catch a bit on her hips and flicked her wand to enlarge it a bit to make it more comfortable.
The satin shirt was also transfigured, into a large scarf, folded carefully as she flipped her head and gathered her braids, twisting them into a comfortable bun atop her head, wrapping the scarf around carefully until her roots and lengths were both protected. A couple of charms would keep it all set for the night and she gave herself a once over before shrugging and heading back to the bedroom. If they were her soulmates, they better get used to the reality of what she looked like in the morning, during the day, at a fancy date, as well as too tired to even think about looking presentable.
The large bed that dominated the bedroom could easily fit four people and she saw why someone would think it suspicious if they didn't know the twins well, but she found them both already lounging under the covers, Fred in low-slung trousers, his bare freckled chest making her want to count all the little constellations spilled across his skin, and George in a pair of boxers and t-shirt, his glasses still on his nose as he turned a page in the book he was reading leaned against the headboard. They looked up when she came in and took in the curve of her thick thighs, her bare face and tired expression, before they patted the space between them in invitation.
"Won't we get too warm?" she asked, not sure she would like either extreme of being too warm or too cold, reminded of freezing nights in a tent which still made her shudder.
"I think she takes us for amateurs, brother mine," Fred drawled with a sleepy grin.
"Hmm really Hermione, the first thing we did with that hefty spellwork of yours is to weave temperature-regulating charms into our bed sheets," he winked though she missed it as she crawled over him to the middle, momentarily giving him a full view of her round jiggly arse. Yup, perfect.
She settled between them on the pillow they provided for her and squirmed a little, trying to find a comfortable position. George put away his book and settled down before they noxed the lights and tried to get comfrotable, their magic rising at such close proximity. They lay unmoving for a few minutes, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
Finally there was a huff of impatience on her right before she felt a gentle touch on her arm and she felt the puff of Fred's breath on her cheek. "Turn over love, George makes for an excellent little spoon," he whispered, the intimate words making her shudder.
Drawing on her bravery, she did just that, turning left to shuffle forward until she reached out and her hand bumped into George's ribs. He let out a ticklish huff, taking her hand and pressing a fleeting kiss to her palm before turning on his side to let her snuggle into his back. And that she did, finding it surprisingly comfortable as he rested a little on his front and she could lean her cheek and heavy bun against his shoulder blades. Her arm slid around his side and to his chest, smiling when he tangled their fingers across his sternum and relaxed in her embrace.
She felt Fred shifting behind her until another blanket settled across her hip and he snuck under the edge of hers, pressing the length of his body against her back. Not too tight or close, clearly trying not to crowd her, but she wiggled against him in invitation. That was all it took before his hot skin pressed against her clothed back, thigh pressing against hers until their legs tangled, cradling her bum with his hips. He threw an arm over them both, landing somewhere on George's hip, his elbow resting across her waist comfortably. She'd never fallen asleep like this, but she didn't even notice when she drifted off, the events of the day and the comfort of the all-encompassing embrace soothing her to sleep.
Waking up in the middle of a Weasley twin sandwich was exactly as incredible as it sounded. She blinked her eyes open slowly, taking in the light filtering in through the window. They'd shifted in the night and she was now stretched out between the two men, her hand on Fred's chest as he lay on his back and snored softly in deep sleep. His hand was holding onto hers, keeping her in place and her body twisted his way. She could feel George pressing into her back, in more ways than one as she stretched and pressed back against a rather prominent and firm length.
She felt him shift slightly against her, putting it down to an unconscious response before his slightly callused hand gripped her hip to steady them both. Her t-shirt has ridden up in the night and his thumb caressed the line of her knickers and the soft skin above it, his nose nuzzling against her neck in what felt like a very much intentional touch.
"Good morning…" the greeting was mumbled against her skin and she shuddered at the featherlight kiss to her shoulder.
"Good morning to you too," she whispered back, trying not to disturb Fred from his sleep. "Do you mind if I..?" she motioned her intentions and he pulled back to give her space.
She carefully extricated her hand from Fred's slack grip and turned around to face the younger twin, taking in his still sleepy hazel eyes, more brown than green today, and the dishevelled state of his short red curls. She'd learnt over the past few weeks that the lighter their eyes turned, the more tired or melancholy they were. Seeing the lazy happiness in his darker gaze was something she knew would make the memory of their first morning together all the more special.
She reached up and gently cupped his cheek, feeling his warm skin, digging her fingers just a little bit into the thicker stubble along his jawline. He closed his eyes and hummed in pleasure as her short burgundy nails dug scratched the itchy skin gently.
"I like waking up here, to you both," she said softly, feeling his hand return to her hip as he pulled their bodies closer.
The magic between them was rising again and she felt like she could take on the world when he twined their legs and wrapped his arm securely around her back. The clash of their bodies was inevitable after the weeks of taking their time, but still he paused, forehead pressed to hers and surprised her once again. "I know we're taking time, but….I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks now. May I?" he asked hopefully.
Her heart was going to pound out of her chest. This sweet, beautiful man was asking her consent even when she was practically curled around him and clearly wanting. It made her want him even more as she whispered her enthusiastic 'yes' and leaned in to kiss his plush lips tenderly.
If there was a word to describe the feeling of kissing George Weasley, it had to be 'intimate'. Gentle, exploring, his tongue pressed against her bottom lip in query and she opened to him happily as her finger shifted to dig into the short hair at his nape. He was questing, tasting her at his own pace, listening to her every hitched breath to see what felt good, breaking their kiss to nuzzle her nose a moment and place a series of little pecks against her moist lips before deepening their kiss again. For a moment, there was nothing but this embrace, their kiss, their magic pulsing and trying to reach each other, one of its soulmates.
Her breath hitched when a second pair of lips landed on her body, travelling a hot teasing path up her shoulder to her arched neck, making her shudder as Fred nipped her pulsepoint cheekily. George pulled back with a last peck to her lips before encouraging her to turn around, his grip on her hip reassuring that he wasn't going anywhere either.
She turned to see a sleep-rumpled Fred, his long copper curls up in a top knock, flashing her his most devastating smile. "My turn?" he grinned cheekily as he aligned their bodies closer, his hand on the thick of her thigh where she noted it liked to land. It appeared Fred Weasley was a thigh man, she noted when he squeezed the handful he was holding and pulled her leg higher up on his hip. Noted and stored for later use for sure. Right now, she arched her back until they were chest to chest, and raised a brow at him in a silent challenge she knew he wouldn't be able to ignore.
If kissing George was wholesome and intimate, kissing Fred Weasley made her lose her bloody mind. He kissed with intent, with a passionate drive she felt herself instantly responding to as he pressed past her lips and their tongues coiled against the other impatiently. She could feel the heat spreading from her lower belly to the very tips of her toes and he groaned softly into her mouth, spurring her to run her hand and nails across his naked back. The twins were two sides of the same coin, identical and yet so different, and it had her core clenching hungrily in desire.
The magic in the air deepend as well, she could almost taste how thick and eager it was as George pressed close against her back, reaching up to caress over her ribs just beneath the swell of her breasts, tantalisingly close yet not where she wanted him to touch. And when Fred's thigh shifted and pressed firmly against the damp gusset of her knickers, she could only moan encouragingly and grind against the sweet pressure, her body eager and senses heightened by the magic encouraging them to complete their soul bond.
"Alright? Do we need to stop or keep going?" George checked in as they tried to catch their breath while still exchanging kisses, her head twisting around to kiss him again, a bit messy at this angle but still so fulfilling.
Fuck, she really really wanted to come, her body high strung and needful after the emotional turmoil of yesterday, but at the same time she didn't want to go all the way. They caught onto her hesitation and paused for a moment, giving her some air to decide what she wanted. She watched their gaze meet over her head in silent communication as her breathing calmed a bit, before they refocused on her, encouraging her to share her thoughts with inquisitive touches and George's lips on her shoulder in quiet support.
"Well…we can…we don't have to go all the way but we can still…have fun?" she tried to formulate, feeling the answering pulse of eager magic from both sides.
"Sure we can," Fred grinned mischievously, his fingers pulling gently on the edge of her knickers. "Can I take these off so I can touch you?" he asked, seeing her pupils widen at the direct request, waiting patiently until she nodded, her chin dipping eagerly as she moved to kiss the skin stretched over his collarbone, making him groan in delight as she found one of his sensitive spots.
He wasted no time in flicking his wand to banish her knickers to Merlin knows where, and then shuffled a bit back to give himself space. "Open up for me love," he encouraged as she reached up to kiss him hungrily, feeling George press a knee between her thighs and eager hands guiding her leg back to hook over his thigh.
She felt exposed and not naked enough at the same time, the t-shirt still covering her top half but the rest of her open to their perusal. George groaned into her neck as his length perfectly aligned and pressed into her round cheeks, rubbing himself against her derriere in a sensual rhythm that only made her more eager for his touch.
"This okay?" he checked in and she nodded enthusiastically, loving the feel of him grinding into her with a firm grip on her hip.
Fred nudged her chin with his nose until she turned back to him and he drew her into a deep kiss, his hands exploring her clothed chest and pinching a pebbled nipple, making her arch eagerly into his touch before he broke off and watched her with dark eyes as his hand travelled a path over her soft belly and to the patch of trimmed coarse curls above her soaking folds.
"So beautiful…can't wait to seal our bond…have you all laid out for us so we can properly take you and make you come again…and again.." he murmured against her lips, just as his fingers slid across her slit, all the way down to her eager clenching opening and back up to her clit, circling the little nub teasingly.
She wasn't sure whether it was his wording or the skilled touch, maybe both, but she felt herself climbing high quicker than she normally would, rubbing her hips against his questing fingers and back against the hard length pressing against her arse.
"Fuck, you feel so good Hermione…" George whispered against her ear and trailed a path of nips and kisses over the skin revealed by the loose collar of the t-shirt.
"You too…you feel so so good…but I need….I want you inside…" she hummed, making them both groan as she rubbed back against the younger twin and reached down to grab Fred's wrist, pushing him lower where she needed him most.
"Hmmm…I love a woman who asks for what she wants," Fred grinned and carefully slipped a finger inside her, his eyes shuttering at the feel of her tight welcoming heat, giving her a moment to get used to his touch before pulling back and thrusting inside with two of his long fingers this time, wanting to feel her clenching around his touch all the more eagerly.
Hermione let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan at the perfect friction as his fingers hooked into the spongy spot that had her body singing. Trust Fred fucking Weasley to find her back g-spot in seconds and ruin her plans to have enough focus to touch him. She tried anyway, reaching between them to feel his length through the soft plaid trousers, but after a choked groan and thrust into her palm, he pulled her hand away and put it back against her mons.
"I'll get my turn, right now I want you to show me how you like to touch yourself…" he whispered across her lips as his fingers picked up a steady but purposeful rhythm, feeling her body respond eagerly to his every thrust.
She had to steady herself as her fingers started gliding over the hooded nub in time with his thrusts, ensuring she would be cresting far too soon. Her free hand reached back and she gripped George's pert arse, encouraging him to rub against her harder, loving the friction against her body as he climbed to his own peak against her.
"I'm getting close…can't wait to hold you as you come for us.." George panted against her ear with no finesse and all the eagerness to see their peak together. Oh she was in so much trouble if both of them talked like this, she enjoyed it far too much. "Fuck, you feel so good…so good for us.." he groaned into her neck.
She gasped and her body clamped on Fred's fingers eagerly for a moment at those whispered words, something about the sound of them making her nearly tip over. Morgana, she was so so close, she could feel her muscles growing taut in anticipation.
Fred didn't miss a beat, feeling the response of her body to George's words as he pulled back a little and began thrusting his fingers in a rapid rhythm, feeling and hearing just how wet she was growing, her body practically singing for them.
"That's it, love…want to see you coming for us both…can you do that…can you be a good girl and come for us?" he panted against her lips and fuck if he didn't feel her absolutely shatter when he called her that, her body squeezing him so tight he thought she would break his fingers. But blessed fucking Merlin, he wanted to feel her coming on his cock like that as he worked her through her orgasm.
George's deep groan joined her high-pitched cries as he came against her undulating body, having loved every second of the delicious friction of her soft curves. And she was so very wet, a tickle of her orgasm leaking down her slit onto his boxers which were an absolute mess from both of their pleasure and release. He fucking loved every second of it. Hermione turned her head to catch his lips in a quick kiss, before she turned back to Fred who was still hard and straining against his trousers as he looked at her like she was a goddess.
She reached down and gently pushed his fingers out, feeling empty but still quivering as she swung her leg forward over his hip and pushed him down into the mattress, sitting astride his still clothed hips. Quick fingers took down the satin scarf from her head and shook out her braids as she settled more firmly atop him, her sensitive folds pressing perfectly across the length of his hard cock through the thin material separating them.
That didn't stop him from feeling just how hot and wet she was, the fabric soaked in seconds from his precum and her soaking folds. And by the Gods, she was an absolute vision atop him, a beautiful soft goddess with thighs that tightened around him until they squeezed his hips in a way that was both comforting and hot as hell. He was so hard, so ready to come that it only took a few thrusts of her hips against him to have him coming in his trousers like a bloody teenager.
Hermione climbed off him and in between them, laying down to stretch out her satisfied body. She could have gone again and by the way both of them looked at her, they could go all the way and consummate this soul bond right on the spot. But she was looking forward to discovering what they liked as they worked up to a full bonding, and this first, slightly messy and entirely too hot morning was just perfect in its own way.
George thankfully reached for his wand and cleaned up the mess from the sheets and each of their bodies, sighing contentedly when the uncomfortable sticky mess vanished and he could press up against Hermione's luscious body again. "When I said good morning, I didn't know just how good it would be," he mumbled lazily, grinning at their chuckles.
"Good seems to be the operative word for sure," Fred grinned as his eyes sparkled with mischief, reminding her just how much she enjoyed him calling her a good girl.
"You watch that filthy mouth of yours, Fred Weasley, or next time I'll have to sit on it to shut you up," she threatened with an answering grin.
Fred groaned at the thought of such a thing, his head surrounded by those perfect fucking thighs as he got to taste her. He had to press the heels of his hands to his eyes to try and stem the twitch of arousal at the visual. "Bloody hell, you're killing me love. I would really rather not have to wank in the shower as well."
She just chuckled and leaned up to give him a deep sensual kiss, softer than their initial clash, but full of promise for more of that. Turning back to George, she cupped his cheek and pulled him into a more tender kiss as he twirled one of the braids that fell around them like a curtain, just two two of them in the world for a breath. "A very good morning indeed," she hummed and pecked his cheek again before climbing over his body and heading for the bathroom, giving them both a perfect view of her bum before reaching down and pulling the t-shirt over her head just before turning the corner to the bathroom.
"She'll be the death of us," Fred groaned and looked at his brother across the space between them.
"Yeah, but what a way to go," George grinned and they both got up. "I'll tidy up here."
"And I'll start on breakfast. Crêpes or toast?"
"Crêpes!" Hermione poked her head around the corner with a wink and summoned her cosmetic bag wandlessly, the happy pulse of magic in the room making them all grin stupidly at each other before she disappeared again.
"You heard the lady," George shooed him out and smiled as he worked on stripping the sheets and putting on his favourite blue set instead.
He couldn't wait until this was their life every day, because if there was one thing he didn't doubt, it was that Hermione was the perfect mate for them both, no matter what their family said.