Chapter 2

Confused about the gasps that joined hers, she looked around the room. On the bed she saw a shirtless Ginny with Harry half on top of her. "Hermione!" both of her friends screamed at the same time.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Hermione gushed while Harry threw a blanket over Ginny and himself. "I'll just be going," Hermione said as she headed for the door while shielding her eyes.

She practically flew down the stairs, reciting the twelve uses of moonstone over and over again in an attempt to keep certain mental images from popping up. By the time she emerged in the kitchen she was flushed and out of breath, and she was also greeted by twin smirks looking up at her from the kitchen table.

"Thought we might find you here." George took a bite of his mum's leftovers.

"And here you are." Fred gestured to the empty seat with a full plate sitting between them. Glancing around the cluttered kitchen she suddenly remembered how this night had all started.

"Did you run into your mother?" she asked, trying to ignore the fact that George was fiddling with a strand of her hair, and Fred was attempting to feed her from his fork.

"As a matter of fact no, we saw Bill chase after her when we arrived, apparently she has gone to our flat to look for us herself," Fred whispered in her ear.

"So really it wouldn't be too hard to leave." George leaned close smelling the hair he was playing with.

"She'd never even have to know we were here." Fred managed to slip the forkful into her mouth when she opened it to protest. Hermione scowled as she quickly chewed the slice of roast beef while the twins grinned at her.

"Ready?" George asked.

"Let's go," Fred said without giving her a chance to speak. Each twin grabbed one of her hands and they Apparated her along with them.

Appearing back in the messy flat she gave a small start when George's tongue snaked out to taste the slight saltiness of her skin, she would never admit it out loud, but she was beginning to believe that they really were interested in her that way.

She tried to move away from George but only succeeded in squishing herself between the two of them. Fred moved her hair from her neck and kissed just below the hairline.

Struggling for breath, she yelped when George lightly nipped her neck. Her eyes grew wide from the attention she was being shown. They seemed to have just missed Mrs Weasley on her way out of the flat. Nobody would hear her if she yelled.

"Fred...George..." she moaned, which only seemed to empower their kisses. She felt a hand running slowly down her back and another one massaging her hip.

She had never experienced anything like it - they way they were touching her made the groping from Viktor and Ron's awkward fumblings pale in comparison. They had been the overzealous attentions of school boys; this was something in a realm of its own.

She knew she should make them stop but something in the back of her mind was telling her she may never have an opportunity like this again. Even if it turned out to be a cruel joke in the end, at least she'd enjoy herself. Decision made, she reached out to pull George's lips to hers.

George's kisses were better than dreams. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself completely. She could feel Fred's arms wrap around her waist as he began to kiss and nibble on her neck.

"Damn," George muttered as he and Hermione separated for some air.

"I don't think she learnt that in a book Georgie," Fred observed, the rumble of his chest against her back causing shivers to roll down her spine.

Hermione was only vaguely aware of George's response as she took it upon herself to explore every available patch of skin in front of her. She slowly peeled George's shirt off, kissing a path across his broad chest. She could feel Fred behind her working at her zipper.

Hermione ran her hands along George's muscled chest, making him groan at the feel of it, and making Fred groan at the sight of it.

"She's a hands-on learner, Freddie," George managed to say before Hermione recaptured his lips finding the most effective method to shut him up. She made a mental note to try this the next time they started singing the song that never ends.

Fred's hands began to wander from her waist down her hips, following the slender lines of her thighs before making the trip back up. Hermione moaned into George's mouth as Fred's hands found their way to her arse.

"This just isn't fair," Fred complained as he spun Hermione around to face him. His lips replaced George's while George's hands trailed a path along her curves.

Hermione's head spun as she was passed between brothers, and suddenly the difference between the two became very clear to her. Where George's kisses had been deep and thorough, almost unhurried in their possession, Fred's were light teasing nips which alternated with his tongue plunging into her mouth.

She couldn't decide which she liked better - the thorough satisfaction of George's or the kind that Fred dolled out which left her wanting more and more.

As Hermione's brain whirled trying to decide whose kisses were better, she inadvertently muttered, "I bloody love twins."

Fred and George both chuckled at her comment, making her blush and try to hide her face.

"We think you're pretty good, too, love," Fred said with a smile.

"Really?" she asked momentarily distracted. She craned her neck so she could look at both of them.

"Oh yeah ... ever since Ron told us about that thing you do with your tongue when you ..." George began to explain but Hermione's eyes widened and she pulled out of their arms.

"He didn't", she gasped.

"Oh yes, he definitely did," Fred told her. George nodded his head vigorously.

"I'm going to kill him!" Hermione gasped.

"Why? It's nothing to be ashamed of," George said. "I'll bet lots of girls would kill for that talent!"

"What talent?" asked Ron stepping into the flat but coming up short when he saw a shirtless George, a blushing Hermione and Fred who looked like a swarm of bees had attacked his lips.

"A little talent we like to call keeping our mouths shut," Hermione snapped at him before brushing past him and running to the bathroom to lock herself inside.

"Wow, Ron, thanks. Your timing is impeccable," George told him with a glare.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked. "And how soon will you be leaving?"

Ron scowled. "I only came by because Mum wants to talk to you two about
having dinner this week. Now, why is Hermione mad?"

Fred and George started to chuckle. "She knows you told us that she can tie
Tooth flossing String mints into bows using her tongue."

"Oh yeah and there was this one time, I saw her make a hair tie into a giraffe ..." Ron started, bouncing like a little kid who had just drunk two bottles of coke.

"I swear Ronald Weasley, if you say one more word about that Friday night, I will personally lock you in the chamber of secrets for all eternity!" Hermione's muffled cry had all three red-heads turning to look at the orange bathroom door.

"Wow, that is one talented tongue," Fred said in awe.

"Ron, get lost before she starts throwing hexes at us all," George said, pushing him toward the door. "You can tell us more about that Friday night later," he whispered excitedly to his little brother. Ron grinned and Apparated away.

Fred and George exchanged glances and headed toward the bathroom door.

"Come on Hermione, its not that bad," Fred tried to Alohamora the door as he said this, but it didn't budge.

"Yes it is," she cried back.

"Nah, it's pretty cool actually," George replied, trying just about every unlocking charm he could think of.

"You just want me for my tongue."

"That's not true!" Fred cried. "It may have started out that way, but we've moved past the point!"

"Yeah," agreed George. "Now that we've actually snogged you, we've found that we are rather fond of other parts of you, too!"

As they looked at each other, all they heard was silence on the other side of the door.

"Ah Hermione, you still in there?" Fred called, finally succeeding in getting the door open and pushing his way in. The bathroom was empty.

Hermione meanwhile had Apparated back to the Burrow and straight into Ginny's room, once again startling the snuggling couple. Instead of leaving with a blush she plopped herself on the end of the bed.

"I don't know what to do."

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