"Eager to see me?" Fred said wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Hermione giggled and held her hands out for him to help her up from the floor.
He did just that, pulling her up and holding her in place against his body. The only thing separating their lower halves was a single towel, and the thought made Hermione blush slightly. She stared into Fred's eyes and he stared back at her longingly.
"Towel." Hermione whispered, finally breaking the silence.
Fred pointed to the bed where a single towel lay, along with a school uniform.
I start school today. Hermione remembered. She crossed the room to the bed and checked the clock. 5:17.
She wrapped the towel around her middle and examined the outfit he had planned for her. She found a tie, socks, her vest, her skirt, her button down and a little vial of pink liquid.
"Fred?"
As soon as she called for him he was pressed up against her, moving her wet hair to the side to plant light kisses on her bare shoulder.
"Mhmm." He whispered in her ear.
"What's that?" She said pointing to the vial, trying to not let him distract her train of thought.
"Just a little something to dull the pain. I know taking me and George at the same time can be a bit much on your body." He accented his words sliding his hand down her shoulder and the length of her arm before reaching to grab it and handing it to her. She took it hastily and felt it's effects immediately wash over her.
"Another thing."
"Yes, love?" he dipped his head to nip at her already bruised neck.
"There are no underwear here." She told him.
Fred wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into him. He peered over her shoulder at the neatly folded clothes in her hand.
"I just grabbed a stack of uniforms from your trunk."
He told her.
"Just grab some and put them on later. Besides, I like you better naked anyway." he whispered in her ear playfully before pulling the hem of her towel.
It fell off her body and Fred laughed holding it above her head. She tried to jump to get it, but was instantly reminded of her current state. Instead she grabbed his towel and yanked it away from him.
Fred put his hands down using, her towel to cover his lower half. That was, until Hermione snatched it away too.
"Mine." She giggled running away from him.
Fred chased her, hands still covering his package.
"Hermione. I need that." He yelled catching up to the witch.
He tripped on a pile of dirty laundry and fell on top of her, both landing on Fred's bed.
Both of them breathing hard, and laughing. Hermione stared into his brown eyes and couldn't help herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down into her. She pressed her lips to his. Their lips moved as one against each other. Fred slid his arm around her waist, forcing her to arch her back.
He slipped his other hand between her thighs, trailing his hands against them lightly. When he finally reached his destination Hermione broke the kiss to moan.
His fingers spread her, making her feel a mix of pain and pleasure. He took her lips in his again, kissing her passionately, while driving his fingers into her.
In what seemed like seconds later he pulled his dripping wet fingers out of her, and slid himself in instead. He groaned feeling her tight walls gripping him.
"Fuck Hermione." He breathed into Hermione's ear, sending a shiver through her body. She wanted to be like this forever. She closed her eyes and let her body melt like putty against him. In that moment she could feel every pulse and throb within the both of them. Their heart beats synced to play a song of lust and passion and she lost herself in the music.
The melody swelled in her ears and so did his panting. She could felt the swelling increase as she opened her eyes. His eyes had already been slanted open watching her face. Her ecstasy bringing him ever closer to his own.
Hermione tried to keep her eyes open and locked on his for as long as possible. But she had to give in when Fred slammed into her, hitting both her clit and g-spot in a way that sent her completely over the edge.
Her thighs locked him in place as her insides contracted around him. He lowered his head and let a deep groan out into her ear, continuing a smooth rocking in and out of her as he milked himself. It broke through her subconscious and swirled around her, as soft as a cloud. She was absolutely floating.
Fred however regained strength and sat up in a plank like position. Still semi-hard engulfed in her moist cavern. He couldn't help but admire every centimeter of her beauty as she lie there eyes shut, her soft pink lips split gracefully in absolute tranquility. A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips and he could feel his cock twitch inside of her.
Hermione must have felt it too, because her eyes fluttered open to meet his once more. "Have I something on my face?" She asked, her voice raspy and filled with the remnants of the sex they had just had. He searched her eyes for a sign that she was joking, and she was but behind the joke was genuine fear. He could hear it in her voice too, that she simply didn't understand how truly captivating her beauty was.
He swallowed and shook his head. Lowering his head to brush his lips softly against hers. She didn't close the distance fast enough and he did it himself. He snogged her with everything he could muster. Every bit of love, lust and passion flowed from him to her and back again ten fold. He'd never felt this way about a witch and knew that by some magic she had him trapped. And he saw no problem with that.
He felt her frown into the kiss and he broke apart instantly to see what was wrong. She stared into his eyes and her frown deepened. "What's wrong 'Mione?" He whispered to her. She looked insanely worried, "I just got clean. Now I'll have to do it again." He chuckled heartily. His dread for what she might say evaporating as quickly as it had been placed in his heart.
"Well I was due for a shower anyway. How about you join me." He whispered. Hermione smiled and he felt her legs unwrap themselves from his hips. He pulled away from her slowly, not wanting to completely separate so soon.
"No fair. You wouldn't shower with me." A voice called from the doorway. The other half of the Weasley pair stood in the doorway arms crossed with a faux frown plastered on his face.
"Don't be that way Georgie. It's not my fault you chased her into my arms." Fred jested. Hermione giggled sitting up slightly, she could feel their intermixed fluids start to ooze from her insides in a satisfying sort of way. It distracted her from her original intentions of standing up and getting to the showers. George didn't help when all 6 feet 3 inches of him came to tower over her and argue with his equally talk counterpart.
She was honestly intimidated by the hulking sight of him. And that feeling sent her heart pounding. She hadn't missed the slight tent under his towel, threatening to expose itself if he moved too much. "Would the two of you like to hurry and get me in the showers or should I just scourgify myself and get changed before your mother barges into wake us for breakfast."
Both boys rushed to get her up and into the showers. She was quickly swept up in a whirlwind of limbs and appendages all belonging to the Weasley twins. She couldn't help but giggle while they fought over who would open the door and raced to turn the water on and get her into the actual shower.
Once all participants were under the stream of warm water Hermione found herself just where she wanted to be. Sandwiched between the two red headed twins once again. She could feel Fred's arms wrapped around her from behind. One of his hands trailed over her left breasts in the water while the other slid enticingly down her stomach. Inching closer and closer to her core. His engorged member was pressed tightly against her backside in a heated mass, but she couldn't really find the ability to worry about that with George's hand wrapped gently around her throat pulling her into a mind numbing kiss.
She wrapped her hand around his hard length pumping him tightly as he groaned into the kiss. His other hand reached deftly for the bottle of soap behind him. He poured it gently down Hermione and his own front passing it to his brother seamlessly. He grabbed her thigh with his free hand lifting her leg up to give Fred better access to slip his fingers inside of her.
Fred however wasn't worried about that, he used the soap to lube up his cock before pressing his tip to Hermione's puckered opening. Without any further hesitation he thrust his cock into her. She threw her head back and dug her nails into George in response to the unexpected intrusion. George grimaced at the tinge of pain when her nails pressed into his skin but he didn't mind it that much when she pulled him closer, whispering into his ear "Please force your cock into my cunt." The words were dripping with need and he too had no hesitations when he forced himself into her.
Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as both of them pumped inside of her. The pain of having such big members inside of her was nothing compared to the pleasure they gave as they alternated with thrusts. There was never a point where she wasn't filled. Fred nipped at her earlobe while George suckled the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her senses where once again overwhelmed by being shared once again.
George tapped the back of her other thigh and Hermione took the hint jumping a little to wrap her legs around his slim waist. He thrust into her aggressively from this new position and Fred never ceased his assault on her bum. She took every inch of them both feeling like she would come apart at the seams in a matter of seconds.
Hermione's orgasm wasn't far from being unleashed in that shower between the two of them. The twins could both hear it in her voice as they thrust into her repeatedly ramming into her while she screamed both of their names as well as streams of curses between gasps for breath and duck hardening moans. She shook with orgasm once again and George took the brunt of it with pleasure. She lie her head on his shoulder as her orgasm coursed through her, still being rocked by Fred's constant movement.
"Why'd you stop, Georgie?" She whispered in his ear. Her voice was dripping with desire and he'd never loved that nickname more. He drove back into his pounding, locking his lips onto hers and list himself in the feel of her orgasm stricken orifice. She was still wrapped firmly around him, latching on to him seemingly on purpose, making herself even tighter than before.
George wasn't the only one enjoying Hermione's tightness. Fred had lost all control inside of her. He had been ruthlessly thrusting into her backside. Her ass clenched him tightly while she came and he could feel her cutting off his circulation slightly. He didn't give an owl's ass tho. She felt so good. He could already tell she'd be sore later but he couldn't stop. He would just have to apologise to her later.
Fred gripped her waist tightly, knowing that she'd probably be bruised. He bit his lip and shut his eyes trying not to climax just yet. He couldn't last much longer he knew, but he wasn't ready to let this feeling go yet.
He thrust radically slamming his hips into her a few more times before he shot his load into her bum. His cock softened but not fall out of the right hole and he cursed whatever gods had made Hermione so perfect. He nibbled at her neck aiming to bring her off once more. He pinched her nipples while George continued to fuck her like a mad man. She whined when he did the same to her clit with the other hand.
"D'ya like that 'Mione?" She nodded with shut eyes rocking into George with what little strength she had while her body threatened to come undone for the third time in the past hour or so. George took the hint, he too close to shooting his load inside of her.
"Cum for us, love." he whispered.
Hermione bristled at his Frank words but did as he said, letting her ecstasy overtake her once more. This time pulling George down with her. George became erratic inside of her. He locked his lips to her and plunged into her depths like he would never have her touch ever again. They came more or less together and all three crumpled into a heap in the bottom of the tub.
The spray of the hot water washed away most of the fluids while Fred reached for the soap once more and poured a line down between Hermione's breasts that slid cold down her torso. He used his hands to scrub at her. George joined his rubbing of Hermione who lie there unable to even grasp what was happening to her. They made quick work of cleaning her up.
They washed every inch of her and carried her back out of the tub and laid her on George's bed when she was deemed too weak to stand up properly. Her vision was blurry and she was delirious with excitement when her adrenaline quit pumping through her. They dressed her quickly, before she passed out in a happy little mess.