Another content warning, There is explicit sexual content in this chapter! You've been warned :)
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Hermione laid next to George in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, a single thought eating away at her. She rolled to face him and his eyes slid open, a smile on his face. He always seemed to know when she wanted to talk, even in his sleep. Hermione guessed it was the link. She gave him a shy smile.
"I wanted to ask when we got home, but I didn't know if I should. But I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I don't ask" She laughed quietly and he chuckled with a nod. He poked her head.
"That busy brain of yours keeping you awake?" He teased and she glared playfully at him. She let out a breath and brushed a curl behind her ear.
"What did you and Ron talk about…" She trailed off and his smile drifted from his. She was filled with regret, and quickly tried to take it back.
"I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry" She whispered and he sighed, rolling onto his back. He took her hand in his before speaking.
"No, no, you have every right to know, I just don't want to come across as desperate" He chuckled and she gave him a questioning look.
"You've got a lot of admirers Granger '' He said with a smirk, and then it was her turn to laugh.
"What? That's ridiculous-" She started but he cut her off.
"It doesn't matter. I just feel like when it comes to Ron, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage" He said with a frown and she sat up instantly.
"George no, it's not like that with me and Ron. I did have feelings for him, before, but it was always wrapped in desperation, a fear of never getting to experience those things again. I was positive I wasn't going to live past the war. That's why, after we won, and I couldn't find my parents, I had nowhere to go. I didn't expect to need a place to live after. I suppose I'm lucky that this happened, or else I'd be living in a box on Diagon Alley" She finished with a small laugh. She could see the sadness in his eyes, that he knew what she was talking about. He sat up and faced her.
"You were the smartest witch at Hogwarts, I always knew. I always hoped that maybe one day I'd have a shot, but I always seemed to mess up every opportunity to try, like at the wedding" He frowned and she smiled at him.
"You have another wedding to put your moves to the test" She teased and he smirked at her.
"You ready to be swept off your feet by George Weasley?" He winked and she laughed, feeling light.
"Show me what you've got Weasley" She narrowed her eyes playfully. His eyes widened for a moment then he looked determined.
"I will. But know that Ron will also be giving it his best shot. Tonight at dinner he warned me to lay off, and that you were his" George said with a frown. His voice was laced with annoyance.
"I'm yours" Hermione whispered, climbing onto his lap. He put his hands on her waist, grinning down at her.
"You are, and my prat of a brother won't like it one bit" He smirked, dipping down to kiss her. She smiled into it. Magic radiated around them as the kiss intensified. Hermione hummed against his lips, as she rocked forward against him. Soon their clothes were on the floor, and the room was filled with quiet moans. This time Hermione had remembered the silencing charms, which she knew the other twin would appreciate. Purple sparks leapt from her fingers as she dragged her hands down his chest, his body hovering over her. His eyes met her, glazed and dark. She felt her stomach squirm. Suddenly she spoke, before she could think to stop herself.
"You're so handsome George" She whispered, and her cheeks went rosy. She had been thinking about it, and felt an urge to tell him. He looked at her, surprised, before his own face went red.
"Fred has always been the better looking twin, him beating me out by an ear" He chuckled, but she could see in his eyes how insecure he felt. She always heard people refer to Fred as the more attractive twin, and perhaps it was because he was more confident, but Hermione disagreed. George was more of a strong silent type, he was more genuine. His lack of ear meant nothing to her. She reached her hand up and cradled his head, where the ear used to be. He looked uncomfortable.
"I always thought you were the hotter twin, don't worry. Your scars show that you were a warrior, a key part of ending the war. It makes you look brave, and courageous" She whispered to him, and once again his face went red. He scooped her up into his arms, kissing her hard. She moaned into his lips. He kissed her with desperation, like he'd never be able to kiss her again. She reached down and grabbed him in her hand, causing him to suck in a breath.
"Fuck Hermione" His elbows dipped as he hovered over her head. Her hand moved slowly, agonizingly slowly. He groaned again, spurring her to go faster. Suddenly he grabbed her hand, making her release him. He slipped down between her legs, taking her into his mouth. She gasped, grabbing a fist full of his hair.
"Oh merlin" She puffed out, as he sent shock waves through her body. She wanted more, needed more. His tongue dragged across her skin, pulling her closer and closer, as she moaned out his name.
"George, more, please" She begged, and she was pulling his head up to be above her, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were dark as he understood what she was asking.
"Are you sure? We don't have to" He whispered, taking a breath. She thought for a moment. She'd never gotten this far with anyone before, and it was a big step. Another line to cross. But she knew how she felt about George, she knew that she wouldn't regret it.
"I am, I want to" She said with a shaky smile. He nodded, and brought his body down, positioning himself right over her. He looked up after a moment.
"Have you ever… I-" He stammered, and she looked up at him shyly. She shook her head.
"I've never… I barely kissed anyone before us…" She trailed off, suddenly feeling a little awkward. He was clearly experienced, and she knew it. His eyes got softer as she answered him.
"I know you've heard it'll hurt, and it might, but I'll try to make sure you enjoy it okay?" He whispered and she felt her heart swell. He quickly muttered a contraceptive charm and put his wand down. He pushed in and she sucked in a breath, squishing her eyes shut. He was right, it had hurt in a way she didn't know she could feel. But then it was gone, as he rocked back and forth inside her. He sucked in a breath, whispering her name in her ear. It started to feel good, and as Hermione opened her eyes, she gasped. There were waves of purple magic, circling their bodies. It sprang from their chests, like it had when she performed the spell on Fred. It surged through her veins, stronger than she'd ever felt it before. She had never imagined it would feel so good, and as he rocked back and forth, she dragged her hands down his chest. He quickened his pace, and kissed her. Pleasure shot through her, and suddenly the world came to a stop, as she came around him. She yelled his name, and he came, crumbling down on top of her. The magic around them faded from the air, but in her veins it thundered hard. She panted, catching his eye. He had a goofy grin on his face.
"Did you see the-" She panted and he finished for her.
"Magic? Yeah. I've never seen anything like it before. I feel crazy strong do you? Is that the magic?" He asked, looking down at his hands. She nodded, doing the same.
"I think so, I suppose we'll have to talk to the nurse about it. I'd like to see how far we can test the limits though. Do you still have Fred's coin?" She asked, standing up and slipping into some shorts and one of his shirts. He nodded, his eyes confused.
"I'm going to head to the kitchen, grab us something to eat. You let me know if you need me to come back. We've only managed about a room apart before right?" He nodded at her question and she smiled, heading towards the door.
"Anything you'd like?" She asked as she grabbed the door handle. He thought for a moment.
"I'd love a bag of crisps, I think we have some in the cupboard" He chuckled and she nodded, shooting him a playful look.
"I'll do my best." She sucked in a breath and slowly made her way down the hall, passing their current goal of distance apart. She didn't feel any different, and her magic continued to surge inside her. She made it to the kitchen and quickly found their cupboard full of snacks. She chuckled and sifted through all the candy until she found a bag that she knew George liked. She closed the door and turned around as she heard feet enter the kitchen. She met the pretty brown eyes of Angelina Johnson.
"You too, huh" She winked at Hermione's clothes, and embarrassment flooded Hermione's body. She noticed Angelina was also wearing a large men's shirt that went past her knees.
"Oh Angelina, I didn't realize you and Fred…" Hermione smiled shyly and the other girl laughed.
"Usually we stay at mine, but you guys had dinner with the family, so I met him here" She explained and Hermione nodded. She realized she'd never really talked to Angelina before. The other girl lounged against the counter, gabbing a mug from the sink.
"So how are you Hermione, I heard from Fred that you and George are working through some side effects from a spell" She chatted and Hermione nodded, smiling.
"I'm good, me and George are a good team" She blushed and Angelina smirked, nodding at Hermione's outfit again.
"I bet you are. I just wanted you to know that I am always all ears for you, let me know if there's ever anything you need. After everything you've done for Fred.. for me" She said sincerely. Hermione nodded, and the other girl left the kitchen. She checked her watch, noticing it read two in the morning. She headed back to the room with a smile on her face. She decided she liked Angelina, and that she seemed to be exactly right for Fred. As she entered the room, her heart filled with emotion. George was sprawled across the bed, snoring lightly. He hadn't put anything on after, so his naked bottom was facing the ceiling. Hermione held in a laugh, as she set the snacks down and slid into bed with him. She pulled the covers over them, feeling an arm snake around her waist. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. She made a mental note to remember to write down their findings in the notebook in the morning
Several days passed, as they worked in the shop, and on their magic. They didn't go have sex again, just kept it to light make outs. Their magic seemed to lessen over a few days after they had had sex, and Hermione kept notes on it. She was immensely intrigued by the effects of the magic, and as much as she wanted to figure it out, she really enjoyed learning about it as well. Around four days after the dinner at the Burrow, Hermione received mail from St Mungos. With it came a few bottles filled with their potion, and a letter responding to the one Hermione had sent about their findings. The nurse was fascinated by the fact that their intimacy had an effect on their magic. Hermione grabbed the mail and headed to the kitchen to find the twins. The magic still allowed them to be farther apart, and they were each enjoying the fact that they could have solitude again. She was a few steps away from the kitchen when she heard her name. She stopped and listened to their conversation.
"Angie said she saw Hermione out here in her knickers a few days ago, you cheeky bastard, you're getting some and you haven't told your dear old brother?" Fred teased dramatically. She heard George chuckle, and she felt her face redden.
"This isn't just some witch Fred, and you know that. This is… different. She's different" George said, his voice light. Hermione sucked in a breath.
"Well that's good to hear Georgie. I quite fancy her too. How well did Ron take it? You did tell him you're dating his ex right" Fred asked and George huffed.
"She's not his ex, they never dated. It's complicated. I didn't tell him, he told me to keep my hands off of her and that she was his" George explained and Hermione heard Fred hum in consideration.
"You should probably tell him before the wedding," Fred said after a moment. There was silence and Hermione assumed George had nodded. She decided to stop eavesdropping, and walked into the kitchen. They looked up at her, and she smiled shyly at them.
"George, we got some mail from the hospital" She set it on the table in front of him. Fred watched, interested to see what was in the bottles. George read the letter while Hermione explained.
"This potion is supposed to lessen the effects of the magic, similar to how they've been this week, giving us more space to leave and return without feeling faint. I read that we might even be able to aparate without each other. The effects of the potion last for around twelve hours, give or take" She summarized and the twins nodded. Fred got a silly grin on his face, and Hermione frowned, preparing for his question.
"So why have you two been able to get so far apart lately, could this be anything to do with what Angie said-" Fred yelped as George smacked the back of his head, cutting him off. Hermione felt heat rise in her cheeks and she folded her arms across her chest defiantly.
"Well I could see her knickers too, so clearly you two were getting up to something similar" Hermione teased, surprising both men. They both let out a bark of laughter.
"Damn Granger, alright you got me there" Fred held up his hands in defence. She turned back to George, who was still chuckling.
"So I promised Ginny I would go out for lunch with her today, do you mind if we try the potions today? I really need some girl time" Hermione asked, wringing her hands together. Before George could answer, Fred chimed in.
"Tired of us Granger? My heart" He grabbed his chest dramatically, and Hermione laughed. George slid a bottle over to her and took one himself.
"Right, so if you need anything, or if you start to feel funny, send me or Fred a patronus alright? We're working in the shop today, Verity needs extra hands now that we've opened and traffic is starting to pick up" He said, his eyes showing how worried he was. She nodded and opened the stopper on the glass. The liquid was lavender in colour, and smelled like seaweed. Bad, but nothing quite compared to the smell and taste of polyjuice. They drank the potion quickly, George gagging on his. Fred laughed at his brother, but patted his back in support.
"Right, so please take note of how you feel okay? I don't plan on aparating, I'm just going to walk down to the pub we're meeting at. I'm going to change quickly and then I'll be off" She said, and then headed back to George's room. She decided that with the heat of summer, she'd wear brown shorts, and a white tank top. She pulled her curls into a high ponytail and grabbed the beaded bag from the desk, checking to make sure she had her notebook. Satisfied with her appearance, she headed back towards the living room. George hugged her goodbye and she headed off to meet her friend.
