OK, I kinda liked having a little magic potion that makes any witch or wizard squirm with need. So I think we will add a few more chapters to this story and see how much fun we can have with it. Trust me, more than one person will be having fun in this book. I hope this makes sense it was a spur of the moment addition. And I might take it down later. Enjoy, though.
Hermione left the walked back down the hall. She was heading back to the room she and Ginny shared, but quickly changed her mind. there was no way she was going to parade around the in her current state while her and Ginny were having their bought. She might slip up and forgive her before Ginny earned it. Not all of the drug-like substance was out of her, she was still loopy and weak, she needed to nap, but she couldn't right now.
Instead, she lumbered down the stairs to the kitchen. She was heading to the outside bins to dispose of the vile liquid. As Hermione walked down into the kitchen she was greeted by all of the smells of a Weasley dinner. Maybe it was an after effect of the potion, or maybe her orgasm that made her stomach growl with the need to be filled. "Oh great," Mrs. Weasley called," Hermione you can set the table." "What no Mrs. Weasley, I have to go-" "Set the table like I asked of you. I know." Mrs. Weasley interrupted her protest.
Hermione knew there was no way getting out of this chore, and she really wasn't up for an argument. She quickly walked over to the pile of plates and silverware that sat on a ledge next to the sink. The longer she stayed in that kitchen, the more the enticing aromas got to her stomach. By the time she was finished setting up the 10 places with plates, knives, forks, spoons, glasses and napkins, she was so hungry she could eat Hagrid. She had all but forgotten the bottle in her pocket. "Everyone down to dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called out to the house. "Hermione, be a dear and get everyone for dinner.
Without protest Hermione climbed back up the stairs knocking on the occupied rooms. She hesitated at Fred and George's and recalled what had happened to her in that very room half an hour ago. Though it was a rotten thing to do to her, they had helped her out after all, and she decided she wouldn't hold a grudge for too long. She raised a fist to knock on the door telling them dinner was ready, but George opened the door first. "Dinner's ready." She stammered. All the courage she had possessed in their room an while before was gone now, staring into the boys chocolaty eyes. He smirked in response. "I think I've eaten quite a lot today." Fred appeared in the doorway after him. "Oi 'Mione. You going to quake with desire every time you see us?" Hermione's blush deepened and she turned, frustrated that they were so cocky. She stomped down the hall back to her and Ginny's room.
She was glad to see that it was now empty. She grabbed a pillow off of her bead and screamed into it. How could she possibly act so stupid around that idiot. Why did she feel so nervous? Was she really quaking? She screamed again and the forgotten bottle fell out of her pocket with a quiet thud. She looked at it and shoved it back in her pocket. Two can play that game. She grabbed the bottle and walked back down stairs. She looked around the room, only Ginny was downstairs and she was busy helping Mrs. Weasley with a chore of some kind. Good Fred and George hadn't made it downstairs. Waiting for just the right moment she stalked over to where they usually sat and put two drops of her bottled "water" into the bottoms of their glasses. Not enough to be noticeable but, just enough to be mistaken as remnants from the glasses not being dried properly.
She smiled to her self and sat down waiting for her revenge to happen. She didn't have to wait too long before everyone was downstairs. She smirked at the glasses waiting for the boys to sit down. She was so concentrated on the glasses that she hadn't noticed the two redheads sit down on either side of her. To her surprise she watched as Harry and Ron sat in place of the twins. Hermione glanced to her sides and to her surprise and discomfort she found the twins instead of her usual table mates. She had thought they were just Ron and Harry but the two other Weasleys took their places. She groaned and then remember her punishment. She jumped up and rounded the table to get the two glasses. She switched Ron's with Fred's but before she could get Harry's, Harry had stood up and walked to the cabinet and switched his glass with a cup for tea instead. While Hermione was distracted with Harry and his glass Fred switched his with Hermione's he was no idiot and had watched her switch them. He smirked hoping had done what he thought she had. He secretly told George his suspicions. He sat on the other side of the table and they could have a little fun.
Hermione watched Fred before dinner started, hoping he hadn't found her suspicious. Moments later with everyone settled in, Mrs. Weasley walked around the table filling glasses then proposed a toast. Perfect Hermione thought drowning her glass, delighted as she watched Fred do the same. She smiled evilly watching his face for any sign of him being affected. He returned the smile, and her smile dropped. Her body was growing hot and she began shifting in her seats. The fabric of her skirt was grinding into her increasingly wet womanhood. She reached between her legs and was quickly reminded of her lack of undergarments. Damn it. She thought as the tingling feeling of desire coursed through her body. She bit her lip trying to ignore it. It wasn't as painful as before, but it was gnawing at her insides, making her a breathless mess.
She was fine for the first few minutes or two, using the friction from rubbing her thighs together to appease her sensitive core. She ate just as everyone else did until she felt a hand gliding over her bare thigh underneath the table. She looked up to the owner of the hand. George was talking to Ron about quidditch showing no signs of any misdeed on his end. Soon another hand joined his rubbing the expanse of her bare creamy thighs. Hermione stopped all movement, immediately shutting her thighs closed as tight as possible when Fred's hand roamed too close to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
The feeling had sent chills up her spine, despite Hermione trying to stop it. She picked her fork back up and continued to eat. Fred and George both glanced over disappointed that they hadn't had that great of an effect on her. They made eye contact between one another and nodded in understanding. Fred's handed still trapped between Hermione's thighs, wiggled between the pillow soft limbs. He could feel them quivering as he worked his way to her core. When his hand finally grazed her sensitive bundle of nerves, Hermione let out a little squeak and her control over her legs weakened slightly.
Her legs twitched and George slid his hand in too. They both spread her legs apart and Hermione gasped as her legs were spread and the air hit her dripping vagina. Before she could possibly close them again, one of them slid a finger into her and she moaned again. The rest of the table looked at her. "Hermione are you alright?" Mr. Weasley asked. Hermione nodded and blushed. Fred and George snickered under there breathes. The hand inside of her pumped smoothly, the other hand continued to rub the inside of her thighs.
Hermione choked on a bit of her steak when another two fingers were slid into her. She picked up her napkin and coughed into it to mask her moan, the hands still moving inside of her, a thumb rubbing on her clit making it impossible to ignore them. "May I be excused, the nerves... they're... making my stomach... feel uneas- Ahh." . She moaned loudly gasping as both boys continued to move inside of her.
Hermione knew she was close to cumming, one more thrust and she knew she would completely unravel at the table. She flew up and rushed to the stairs, her legs trembling as she tried to walk. Her legs almost giving out on her. Seconds later she collapsed in her bed. She was seconds from passing out, but the twinging between her legs kept her painfully awake. She reached between her thighs but it went numb under her touch. She shoved her fingers inside of herself. No please, I need to cum, no. She rubbed hard and fast, the sense of urgency growing inside of her turning to panic.
After 15 minutes of trying with no avail, it was like her brain turned off, and only the need to cum controlled her. She drifted down the hallway and walked into the empty bedroom. She searched around the room, she needed to find an antidote of some kind. The pain got too great and the clothes on her body grew heavy and itchy. She stripped herself of her clothing and climbed into the sheets. The bed sheets felt like silk gliding over her skin.
Minutes later, she could hear the foot steps down the hallway and the jokes and laughter heading towards the room she was in, at this point she didn't care, she just needed someone to fix her. Sex was like a drug she was addicted to, and she needed it BADLY.
Fred bumped George. "Man, did you see Hermione's face?" George rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "I know. I would pay to fuck her." He moaned. "I know mate, she was so fucking tight." Fred groaned, "You lucky cunt, I barley got to finger her even now, you pussy hog." George laughed at his brother and bumped into him. "You'll probably get your, chance mate. She has the hots for you." Fred rolled his eyes and opened his bedroom door. "So much for her wanting me." Fred complained.
George walked up to his brother laughing, when he saw what his brother had been staring at he froze in place and his jaw dropped. Hermione Granger was laid out on his bed completely naked rubbing her dripping wet pussy and whimpering. "Please fuck me." She begged, her eyes full with desire, voice dripping with need.