And just like that, Hermione Granger found herself in a relationship of sorts with Fred and George Weasley. While they weren't officially in a relationship, there was an unspoken agreement that none of them would see other people. Fred and George had turned slightly more domestic and one of their new things to do was to follow her around whenever she had to make a foray into Muggle London. On the day in question, they had convinced her to take them grocery shopping with her.
Hermione was pushing one of the bright green carts down the aisles, with George flanking her on her left, Fred on her right. "Fred," Hermione asked, "Do you have the list I gave you? Read it to me hun."
Fred patted his pockets and pulled out a neatly folded sheet of paper. "Okay, milk, eggs, bread, pasta, assorted vegetables and fruits, sausages, hot and cold cereal, tea, ramen noodles, meat, and cheese."
Fred stopped and George and Hermione stopped too and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't put Nutella on here. That stuff is delicious and we don't have anymore at the flat."
Hermione felt her mouth fall open. "What do you mean we don't have anymore? I just bought an entire thing of it?"
"George and I… well… we…"
George put a hand on Hermione's back lower back and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Let's just say… we used it last night when you didn't feel well. I'm just going to leave it at that. At it tasted even more delicious than usual, let me say that. Fred and chocolate is the most… scrumptious… thing you could ever taste."
Fred blushed and slapped at his arm. "Oh, Georgie."
Hermione laughed and pulled a pen out of her purse adding Nutella to the list. "Is that better?"
Fred and George nodded quickly and grinned at her. "Perfect. But I think that Hermione flavored Nutella would be just as delicious."
She smiled and winked at them. "Well we'll just have to buy a lot of it then, won't we?"
Fred and then George ducked down and each pressed a light kiss to her lips. "Well boys, you two push the cart, and I'll load it up."
As they walked past the dairy section and she grabbed two large cartons of eggs, a few gallons of milk, before stopping to look at the cheese. "Do you two have a cheese preference?"
"Mozzarella."
"Muenster."
She smiled and nodded at them, putting their corresponding cheeses in the cart as well as some Gouda for herself. "Fruits and vegetables next. Is there anything you two lovely men don't like?"
"Brussels sprouts," they said together.
"Peas,"
"Squash,"
"And certain types of beans."
She smiled. "So that covers horrid vegetables that I wouldn't be cooking anyway. Are there any fruits you hate?"
The boys shook their heads and smiled. "We love fruits."
With the two of them behind her making comments about the person who names fruits, she filled the cart with fruit and vegetables. "Kumquats? Hermione, what the hell is a kumquat?"
Fred smirked and leaned in closer to the two. "That's what happens when you and Hermione finally fu-"
Her hand flew around and she slapped him in the stomach. "Oh, shut up. And a kumquat is like the most delicious midget version of a lemon and an orange. I think you'd like them. Throw some in the cart. And stop with the innuendos."
Fred smirked and placed a kiss on her neck. "I only do it because I care about you."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around Fred's waist. "Oh, but of course, dearest. Now, we need bread. White or wheat?"
The two shrugged. "For the rest of the groceries, just do whatever you want. We helped. Sort of. We trust you."
She smiled, and with the two of them trailing behind them, she collected the rest of the groceries fairly quickly without stopping to ask their preferences. The two of them were still trailing behind her muttering about the names of things, and were getting farther and farther behind her. She was standing in the meat department trying to decide if she wanted beef, pork, chicken, or all three. Someone came up to her and took the pork chops out of her hand.
"I bought some of these same cut last week and they were a little… off. They're so thick that the outside was tough by the time the center was done. Do yourself a favor and don't buy those."
She looked up at a tall man standing next to her. He looked like the most tragic mix between Gregory Goyle and Dean Thomas. She immediately started feeling uncomfortable and glanced around for her boys. She couldn't see them after a quick scan of her surroundings and instead slipped her hand into the pocket of her pants, grasping a hold of her wand and doing a quick nonverbal spell to make the boys' wands heat up in their pockets.
"Who do you think you're looking for? You don't look at all like you want to talk to me?"
Hermione shrugged and did some quick thinking. "I was checking the price of roasted chicken."
The man seemed to believe her, and shrugged lightly before again giving her that seedy grin. "So, beautiful, how do you feel about maybe coming over to my house for dinner tonight so I can cook you some pork chops that are actually good? Tender and… juicy."
She tried to edge away from the guy and get farther away. "Uhm, I don't think so…"
"Oh, no, really. I insist. I think dinner would be quite… titillating. You should. I think it would be great."
She suddenly felt two long arms wrap around her waist. "Sorry, she's accounted for."
"Well which one of you? I'm sure that I could convince her otherwise."
They each pressed a kiss into her hair and glared at the guy. "Both of us. Now, you have two choices: either you leave our girl alone, or we fuck you up."
Hermione had to resist the urge to laugh at Fred's wording of his threat, but at the same time she completely appreciated the effort the two were making to make sure she was safe. "Both of you?" he snorted. "So it takes two of you to please her? Oh baby, I'm sure that I could give you more pleasure than they could. It might take two of them, but trust me baby, you'd only need one me."
Hermione rolled her eyes and put a hand on each of the arms wrapped around her waist. "It doesn't take two of them. I could have settled with just one of them. But that's exactly what it would be. Settling. I'm with the two of them because that's what I want. They can make me happier than any one man ever has. The two of them are the biggest sweethearts I know. There is no one who could ever compare to the way they make me feel."
She grabbed each of their hands and walked over to the cart. "Clever little trick with your wand. We knew that was you asking for help."
She smiled and they headed to the check out. After paying for the groceries they headed to Diagon Alley where they flooed to their apartment above the store. "Sorry about that guy Hermione. We understand if you don't really feel that way. We shouldn't have done that."
Fred shook his head quickly. "Speak for yourself brother. I most certainly would not understand. Why would she say anything but good things about us, the men who opened up our homes to her?"
She smiled at them and put a hand on one of each of their cheeks. She rested her forehead against George's. "I hope that both of you know," she pressed a kiss to his lips before moving her forehead against Fred's. "That I meant every word I said." She kissed Fred too, and they smiled.
"Really?" asked George. She kissed each of them again.
"Yes. You are both very important to me. I… care about you more than I thought I ever would."
"Well, Gred," asked Fred, "How do you feel about showing our girl just how much she means to us?"
George wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulder, pulling her into his chest. She pressed her lips against his chest in a soft kiss that made him squeeze her closer. To her, George always smelled like chai tea and musk, while Fred smelled like ginger and cloves.
"Forge, I think that sounds like a marvelous idea." George said with a smile as he rubbed her back.
Fred pulled out his wand and sent the rest of the groceries to their cabinets. When it was done, he pushed George down onto the couch with his back against the armrest. George pulled Hermione down to sit between his legs, and Fred leaned against the other armrest spreading his legs to rest outside of George and Hermione's. He pulled her legs up to rest in his lap and pulled off her shoes and socks.
Fred grabbed her left foot in between two large warm hands and set about massaging it, pressing his thumbs into her arch. George let her curly hair down out of its bun and ran his fingers through it, combing out any tangles before using his blunt nails to lightly scratch at her scalp working from the front, to her temples, to the nape of her neck before starting over.
She let out a moan and relaxed further into the capable hands of the two men. "I used to think you two lacked the ability to do anything but dick around, but oh have you proven wrong."
Fred let his hands slide up her foot to massage her calf as George's hands moved to her shoulders. "And there is no better joy in life than proving Hermione Jean Granger wrong," muttered George with a kiss to her shoulder.
She chuckled and let her head fall back against his shoulder as Fred let her left leg fall from his hands so he could move to her right. She quickly curled her toes, popping all of them.
"That's weird, Hermione." She shrugged at Fred as he looked at her with a look of confusion and awe.
"Not that weird. Been popping my toes for years."
The two shrugged and Fred went back to massaging her foot while she let her newly abandoned left foot slide to his crotch. He threw her a curious look, and she gave him an innocent smile, her eyes widening slightly. He chuckled before resuming his previous activities. She lightly pressed her foot into him and found him already hard. Hermione started rubbing his length with her foot and was happy to feel his hips thrust against her foot as his breath began to come faster.
"Not that I'm –oh- complaining, but why are you doing this?"
"Because, I've been so busy working on that new formula that I haven't been able to touch you like this in what feels like forever."
George shifted his hips behind her, pressing his cock into her lower back. She moaned and George twisted her head around, giving her a kiss that made her arch her back.
"Baby, I know we haven't gone… all the way yet. And if you don't want to, you need to say so now."
Hermione moaned again and pulled Fred up to her, unbuttoning his shirt. "I think that I'm ready to take that step. How do you want to go about this?"
"Well," Fred started, "how do you feel about the two of us at the same time? Because if you don't want that then either you need to pick one of us, or we can take turns with you."
She turned around and unbuttoned George's shirt as well. "Like… Anal? I think that sounds…" she pressed a kiss to George's neck, kissing from the hollow of his throat to the hollow under his ear. "Hot."
George moaned from underneath her, sending vibrations through her body as he pulled his and Fred's shirts all the way off, pulling her up to her feet. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her to her bedroom, placing her gently onto her back on the bed. George lay down next to her and pulled her onto her side as Fred settled down behind her. She could feel two equally hard cocks pressed against her thigh, one in the front and one in the back. Fred nuzzled her neck and grinded himself against her.
Fred reached around her to grab George's cock through his trousers. His hips bucked hard and he moaned, pressing himself into Hermione. She unzipped their trousers and pushed them down, and they finished the job by kicking them completely off.
"Who's going to…?" asked Hermione as the two men pondered each other. While they were easy for her to tell apart and she rarely thought of them as one entity, sometimes the fact that they were identical suddenly hit her and caught her by surprise. This was one of those times.
"I think," began Fred, "That George should be the one to do it. I mean, he's gentler that I am, and I would hate to hurt you."
She rolled over and placed her hand on Fred's cheek, pulling him in to kiss his forehead. "I don't think you could hurt me even if you wanted to. But I appreciate the gesture. Well, George," she rolled back over to face the appropriate man. "Have you ever done this before?"
He smiled and nodded toward his brother. "I think it will be a little bit different, just because… well… you're so more petite than we are. I'll try not to hurt you."
She nodded and grabbed her wand, conjuring up a jar of lubricant. "I trust you."
He smiled at her again and kissed her before rolling her over. He traced the tip of one of his long fingers across her slit and she moaned, pushing down against his hand. He rested his head on her shoulder, before suddenly slipping in two fingers. He began to thrust and twist his fingers, and she let out a sigh at the feeling. His hands slid away and she heard him unscrew the lid to the jar she had conjured.
The head of Fred's cock replaced George's fingers, and he used one of his hands to bat it against her clit. She wrapped her arms around his back and he ducked down to kiss her. She felt two sensations at once. She felt the shockingly warm and slick finger of George press against her back entrance, rubbing slightly and massaging the tight ring of muscle, and she felt Fred press his rather sizable cock into her body. It had been an alarmingly long time since Hermione had been with a man like that, and the last one she'd had was no where near as long or as thick as the Weasley twins.
After giving her a moment to adjust, Fred began to slowly thrust, rolling his hips each time he entered her, going deep and hard. George's finger slid away and when it returned it was slicker than before. This time, he lightly inserted the tip of one of his fingers, and she groaned.
"Oh, Merlin. George… that feels so good. Please, more."
She felt his other hand slide down from her shoulder and felt a quick flash of something wet against her lower back and realized that it was the leaking head of his cock as he touched himself. He let his finger slowly slide all the way into her, and she was surprised at how good it felt. She had always heard anal sex to be this horrible thing that only gays and perverts liked, but she was quickly beginning to see the allure.
At feeling her enjoyment at this, he slid another finger into her, lightly scissoring them. Somehow, she had gotten so caught up in the sensations of George's fingers in a place she never had thought she would want them that she had forgotten about the other brother inside of her. She quickly realized that that had been because he had stopped moving to aid in George's finger of her rosette.
But he began to thrust again, his hips flush against hers. "George, I need you. I want to feel both of you, I can't wait any longer."
She felt him lubing himself up behind her, and felt the head of him against her. Fred spoke up from in front of her, sounding surprisingly gentle. "Bite my shoulder if you have to."
She nodded, and George slowly eased himself inside her. It didn't hurt as much as she had been expecting and the burn was actually welcomed. After a few minutes to let her get accustomed, both of them men began to thrust in her with more earnest.
Hermione was the first to reach her release, with George following after her as her incredibly tight hole got tighter around him with a loud cry. After he came, George slowly slid out of her, and Fred put his hands on her hips, rolling them onto his back. Gently helping her along, he started to bounce her up and down, making her ride him. He snapped his hips up into her and they both let out low moans. When Fred came and Hermione came again, he pulled her off of him. After casting a scourgify on all of them, she snuggled up close to both of them and they wrapped their long arms around her waist.
"Thank you."
