Hermione had been living with Fred and George for nearly a month the first time she heard them. It was past midnight, and although she'd been hearing noises from Fred's bedroom for hours, she had assumed it was the radio or an experiment or something. But as the time went on, she became unable to deny that it was anything but the two brothers together.

She could make out the two different personalities. She was assuming that their personalities in bed were the same or similar to the way they were outside of it. Using that reasoning, she figured that George was the low, murmur that she could hear, and Fred was the loud and exuberant one. What she had no way of knowing, however, was this: she was completely wrong.

The one area of his life, besides the joking, where Fred Weasley was able to show some control and command, was when he was being intimate with someone. For all his usual sensitivity, in bed George was extraordinarily responsive to nearly any kind of sexual stimulation, and often spent the majority of his time in a slight state of arousal.

But one thing that was most certainly shocking to Hermione, was purely how long the obscene noises had been coming from Fred's room. For the better part of 3 hours, the noises had continued. Now, if there was one thing that the women of the Wizarding world knew the Weasley men for, it was their inability to last very long in bed.

But unbeknownst to the majority of people, Fred and George had, once again, found their way out of a … sticky… situation. After some research and planning, the two of them had come upon some information about a Muggle exercise called Kegels. After the two of them regularly did the exercises to strengthen their pelvic floor muscles, they were lasting much longer, their cocks had a tendency to get harder than they ever had before, and they were both able to achieve orgasm without ejaculation. Meaning, that they could reach the culmination of their pleasure, and keep going… to please the witches of their choosing and themselves, time and time again.

Finally, however, after some especially loud moaning of one brother and the grunts of another, the two were apparently finished, and Hermione was able to get some sleep.

The next morning when she went down to make breakfast, she found herself slightly unable to look them in the eyes. She had always had her doubts about how close the brothers really were, and several rumors during her 3rd year had made them out to be sharing a bed. None of their roommates ever alluded to the brothers doing anything but sleeping, but not long after those stories came out, they had stopped. By the next year, however, the two were back in the same bed.

She would never admit it, but the thought of being with the two of them sent waves of heat through her. The thought, to her, was forbidden and taboo, but so extraordinarily enchanting. She had always wanted to be with two men at once, and the twins were two examples of the finer points of the male form. They were tall and lithe, with a build that only hinted at muscles until they were in use, and then the sinewy shapes could easily be seen though their magenta robes.

Hermione realized that, despite all the social problems, she didn't really fault the twins for the things they did behind closed doors. It's almost like when two best friends from infancy eventually get married. The two had always been within an armslength of each other as far as she had known, except for when George lost his ear.

Realising that she had spent the half hour se usually gave herself to cook bacon, eggs, and waffles for the boys thinking about them in bed, she threw a kettle eon the stove to wait for it to almost reach boiling and popped some bread in the toaster. Since she had been there she had gone shopping a few times, and the boys' kitchen had been kept full of food. Fortunately, they wouldn't touch something unless they knew for sure exactly how delicious it would be, so many of the things she bought had been kept unopened. For now.

To make up for her lack of food preparation, she had decided to give the boys Nutella on toast. George, and then Fred, came shuffling, eyes shut, into the room, somehow finding their chairs without sight. Adding a tea bag to each of their cups, she poured in the hot water, as well as milk for George and lemon and a teaspoon of honey for Fred. They each pressed a kiss to her forehead like they did every morning, and she was once again surprised at the minty breath she could smell on each of them. They couldn't open their eyes, but they could brush their teeth?

The toast popped up and she spread Nutella on the four pieces of toast before plating it and cutting it for them, Diamonds for George, rectangles for Fred. "Thanks love," they said quietly, sipping their tea and opening their eyes.

George was the first to lift a piece of toast and look at the spread between them. "What the devil is this?"

His question caused Fred to do the same. "What on… is it Marmite?"

Hermione shook her head and spread some on her own toast. "No. Nutella. I honestly cannot believe you've never eaten it. Go on, then."

George shook his head. "Never. It looks like Marmite. Hate Marmite."

Hermione looked him in the eye and gave him a pointed look as she took a deliberate bite of her toast. "If you don't like it, I'll… let you use me as a Guinea Pig for a month."

The two looked at each other, then at her, before nodding. "Deal." They said together.

They hooked their elbows and tapped their toast together.

"Cheers."

They each took a reluctant bite, and George almost slid from his chair. He let out a low groan, and Fred smiled and took another bite. "Good heavens, Hermione. What in gods name is in that stuff?"

She smiled and took a sip of her tea. "It's chocolate and hazelnuts. I take it that you two approve?"

George was gripping the counter as he took a few deep breaths. "Bloody hell. I nearly just busted a bullock right here in this chair."

Hermione let out a low laugh, not realizing that he was completely serious. Fred grinned a whispered, "Yes, because you didn't do that last night."

She laughed again and she knew at that moment, that they knew she knew. She smiled at Fred and he pressed two hands into the sides of her face. "Bloody beautiful." He tipped her face closer to his. Their lips were about to touch when she heard a voice behind her. "Did you know that we've liked you for years?"

The voice didn't come from the direction she expected it from. It wasn't Fred who had said it, but George. George put his hand on the side of her face, pushing his brother's away, and tipped it to his. He kissed her in a way that was languidly intense. Fred chuckled behind her. "Oh you goddamn cockblocker. I was going to do that."

George sucked her lower lip between his before biting on it, first gently, then harder. Fred let his head fall to Hermione's neck and he sucked on her pulse point before nipping at her neck.

He whispered against her neck and she felt his words vibrate against her skin. "We've wanted you for so long. Will you let us have that?"

She nodded quickly, and felt two smiles against her skin. Her chest was heaving, and George's face slid down the other side of her neck to fasten on her nipple through her shirt. Fred slid his face up to his and he kissed her passionately and fierce. The way his lips felt against hers felt amazin. One of the twins muttered a spell and her clothes disappeared from her body. George's mouth against the flesh of her breast felt fantastic, and she arched into his mouth.

She moaned, and they both pulled away from her. "Hey, Forge, Hermione told me a while back that she thinks she could tell the difference between us in the dark, even if I glamoured my ear."

Fred laughed and as she was still leaning against him, she felt the vibration through her body. "Well, Gred, let's test this. Come on, Hermione, let's go back to bed."

George wrapped his arm around her waist and led her the George's room. "We'll be back."

Fred and George walked into the bathroom adjacent to the room and then came back in a few minutes. Neither of them was wearing clothing, and they both had left ears. The two crawled onto the bed with her and they kissed their way down her body. George stopped at her breasts and Fred continued down, rubbing his fingers against her clit. She snaked a hand into each of their hair. Since the war, George had grown his hair out to cover his ear, and Fred had done the same to make him feel more comfortable.

She pulled George's face up from her breasts and gave him a long, slow kiss. "George… you taste like mint, chocolate, and milk."

His eyes shot open. "Lucky guess. There is no way…"

Fred took that moment to pull her pants down her legs. "Hermione… you smell so good. Can I taste you?"

She nodded and he buried his face between her legs, both of them letting out a moan at the contact. George sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he reached a hand down to wrap around himself. Hermione had had a long relationship with Ron, and while they had had a lot of sex, none of it was very good, and the only time she'd come when she was with him was when finishing herself off when he inevitably fell asleep afterwards. Part of her lack of pleasure was the fact that although he was long, he was lacking in girth what he had in length. However, Fred and George were so big around that she suspected she wouldn't be able to wrap a hand completely around without squeezing slightly. George's hand and closely trimmed curls were making his cock look even larger, and judging by the feeling on her calf, Fred was stroking himself as he worked her over with his tongue.

She could feel herself getting closer to coming and bucked her hips down to grind on Fred's face. She could feel him smirk, and then his tongue was inside of her, his nose was bumping against her clit, and his index finger was rubbing over the puckered flesh of her arsehole. She cried out and moaned as she felt the first orgasm given to her by someone else. She could feel Fred murmuring against her skin.

"Oh Merlin… so delicious…" he spoke up, and his words vibrated on her thigh. "You have the most delicious cunt I've ever tasted Hermione. That was… without words. George… you are missing out something fierce."

George smirked at Fred before grabbing his hair and pulling him to him. "Why, why, Freddie… such a messy eater…"

George's long pink tongue snaked out of his mouth and he licked the traces of her from his brother's face. "You were right… that is good."

George pulled him in completely for a kiss, and Hermione could see his tongue probing the inside of Fred's mouth searching for more of her. He pulled away from Fred, a string of spit connecting their mouths before Fred broke it by licking his lips. George wrapped his hand back around his cock and got up onto his knees.

"I have an idea. Now… you two are going to do exactly what I tell you to, okay? First, Hermione, have you ever sucked a cock like this before?"

She shook her head, her hair whipping around her. "No… but I should be able to… in theory."

George chuckled and Fred asked, "In theory? A book? It's going to take more than research to handle us, dearest."

Hermione shook her head and smiled. "My mum and dad were dentists. I had more dental exams than most of the people in my primary school combined. I don't have a gag reflex anymore. And I can fit my fist in my mouth."

George smiled, and Fred moaned, his hand trailing down his body to grip himself. George's hand came down to slap his away. "No, let our pretty little witch take care of you. Suck him, Hermione. Show him what you can do."

She swallowed, and poked her tongue out, licking around his shaft before bringing her tongue up to his sensitive head. The precum there tasted like ginger and cinnamon, and she swirled her tongue around him trying to get as much of it as possible. George sat up onto his knees and pulled Fred and Hermione onto theirs sides, Fred's cock not leaving her mouth. George laid down behind Hermione, bringing his face to where his brother's had been before. His tongue immediately went to sucking on her clit, as he pumped two fingers in and out of her. She could feel movement above her, and looked to see Fred stretching a hand out to grasp George at the base. The way he brought his brother's cock to his mouth suggested that it had been something they had done many times before.

Hermione couldn't help letting out a moan, and Fred's hips bucked into her mouth as she fit the last inch of him into the warmth of her mouth. Fred moaned in return, causing George to grunt into her flesh. She brought her hand from her sides and used one to fondle Fred's bollocks, the other one pinching her left nipple.

She raised her hand, slightly pulling his bollocks away from his body before using her tongue to flick at his frenulum. George added another finger to her, as she head Fred repeatedly swallowing around him. After lightly tugging on Fred's bullocks again, she pushing them towards his cock, letting them roll around in her hands.

A series of moans and grunts came from him as he spilled into her, and all she could taste was musk and ginger. Fred's orgasm started a chain reaction, and his spasms made his grasp the base of George's cock which made had him shooting his load down his brother's throat. As Hermione quickly realised, it was George who was loud when he reached the point of no return, but as his face was buried in her folds, his moans and cries sent pleasure straight through her as she came on her face.

The three of them weakly crawled to the head of the bed, too hot to touch each other, but still very close nevertheless. George was licking his fingers clean and wiping his face on his hands, which he would then lick clean again.

Fred chuckled before smoothing Hermione's hair off her forehead with a smile. "That's our Georgie. Tries to act like he's in control, when really, he's a screamer who gives in completely to his pleasure."

One of George's long hands came around her body to smack Fred in the face. "Oh, did that hurt? Sorry."

Hermione felt him smile as he pressed his face into her shoulder blade, lightly kissing the hard line of her bone.

"Hermione, I hope you realize that this was more than just… a distraction… for us. Merlin, we've watched you for years. Any other witch would have figured out how we felt… but you always seemed to be so oblivious to us. And then…"

"You turned your attention on Ron, and we figured that we never really had a chance…"

"So we tried to forget you…"

"But we couldn't." They finished.

Fred pressed a light but loaded kiss on her lips. "You know how some young girls get about celebrities? Every time they see him in the rags they freak out and have to read the article?"

George brought his lips to her ear, "You know how every time they read about someone he's supposed to be dating they get that sick feeling when the realize that they never have a chance with this celebrity?"

Fred rested his head on her chest exhaled slowly. "What we're trying to say, Hermione, is that you,"

"Are the celebrity,"

"To our pitiful,"

"Pathetic,"

"Depraved,"

"Lonely,"

"Ah, no, can't forget lonely. Ah, miserable,"

"Teenage girl."

She burst out in tears, and alarmed the twins untangled their limbs from hers and put a little bit of distance between them and her.

"Er, Hermione?" Fred whispered to her, and her sobs got louder.

"Love, what'd we say?"

Hermione looked up before giving the boys a watery smile. "How pathetic would you think I am if I said that that was the most romantic things someone has ever said to me?"

George chuckled. "I think the point Fred and I are trying to make," Fred wrapped his arms around her and his twin took suit. "Is that we are the pathetic ones in this situation."

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