Chapter 3

Harry and Ginny just sighed. They knew by the look on their friend's face that she would be staying for awhile.

They pulled the blanket around themselves as Ginny asked, "What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Well, hypothetically, what would you do if your good friend told his sexy brothers, who you happen to have crushes on, something embarrassing about you?" she asked Ginny and Harry. "Not that this happened to me, or anything like that. It's just hypothetical."

"Oh well maybe you should just try and act cool and laugh it off – hypothetically speaking of course," Harry said, pushing his glasses firmly back on his nose.

"What if they laugh back?" Hermione asked, nibbling her lower lip and dreading having to actually face Fred and George, knowing they knew she had a freaky tongue talent.

"Then you just threaten to hex them, and that should just shut them up," Ginny reasoned.

"You mean my friend should threaten to hex them," Hermione reminded her.

"Exactly," The couple agreed.

"Thanks guys! I, I mean my friend, can just hex their balls off if the misbehave!" Hermione said with a smile as she Apparated back out of the room.

"Did you know that she had a crush on Fred and George?" Harry asked Ginny.

"I had no idea until she brought up her 'hypothetical' situation," Ginny said with a smirk.

"I had an inkling. I have caught her staring at them when they were wearing their Quidditch gear but I didn't think it went beyond that," Harry told her before pulling the blanket over them and resuming where they had left off.

Meanwhile, Hermione Apparated back into Fred and George's bathroom. However, because they had entered the room to look for her, she landed on Fred's toes again.

"Ouch!" Fred stumbled backwards straight into George, sending the latter tumbling into the tub.

"Since I'm here," George rubbed his sore head, "anyone want to join me?"

"We can save the shower scene for later – right now I want to talk," Hermione said, hands on hips, watching as the boys got themselves to rights.

"Talk?" they asked in unison.

"Yes talk," Hermione confirmed.

"Damn," Fred muttered.

Eying the witch carefully, Fred and George followed Hermione into the living room. She seated them on the couch and began pacing in front of them.

"Before anything else happens, there are some rules I want to lay down."

"Rules?" the twins whined in unison.

"Yes, rules."

"Number one, we don't tell other people what happens here." Hermione looked them hard in the eyes.

"But Ron and Bill already know," Fred pointed out.

"And if Ron knows, Harry knows. Which means Ginny knows too," George added.

"And me, sorry guys I didn't mean to interrupt but mums looking for you," Charlie interrupted walking into the living room.

Hermione let out a frustrated growl and stamped her foot.

"We know!" the twins chorused together. With each interruption they were growing more and more frustrated. It was like dangling a delicious piece of pie in front of a starving man and then yanking it away each time he went to touch it. Hermione was their pie and they were hungry.

Hermione watched as the twins licked their lips, and she wondered if they were even aware that their actions were in sync; she also wondered if they could do other things in sync.

"Is that all Charlie? Because we were kind of in the middle of something." She snapped, pushing the dragon tamer back toward the door.

"What? Huh? Oh, oh, yeah, that's all," Charlie said, stumbling out the door but not before he sent Hermione a cheeky wink.

"You know," he whispered, "one of me can satisfy you more than the two of them can."

She looked between the twins on the couch and their older brother. It was obvious Fred and George had not heard his proposition. She took in Charlie's sparkling eyes and began to laugh – this whole situation was getting out of hand.

"Off with you and your wicked words," she said, pushing him out the doorway.

"I have enough crazy Weasley brothers to deal with, without adding you to the mix as well."

"Well, if you ever need a real man," he flexed his impressive muscles, "feel free to look me up."

Before she could stop him he leant so close to her she was sure he was going to kiss her lips, but he moved last minute and planted his wet lips on her cheek.

"Out," she almost yelled, pointing at the door.

Charlie chuckled at the glares the twins were sending him and finally made his way down the stairs and out the front door of the shop to Apparate away.

"Now," Hermione said, turning back to the twins. "Where were we?"

"Well we were discussing you," said George, getting off the couch and approaching her.

"And me," added Fred, discarding his shirt as he stood to follow his brother.

"And me, becoming better acquainted with more than just your tongue," George finished, coming to stand a mere centimeter away.

"No," Hermione said, backing up and hitting a wall. "We were discussing rules."

"Rules," George scoffed. He ran his fingers lightly over her cheek, his breath warm on her neck. "Stop setting boundaries, Granger and just enjoy us."

"But without rules …" she gave a sigh as his lips met her skin, "without rules everything just …" she moaned as Fred began to give the same treatment to the other side of her neck, his hands making lazy circles across her stomach.

"Everything just?" prompted Fred when she dissolved into breathy moans.

"Turns to chaos," she moaned.

"Seems to us like you could use a little chaos," George whispered as he and Fred started to pull her shirt up.

"Mmmhmmm... chaos can be a very good thing," Fred told her, licking his lips hungrily.

The cold air caressing her stomach seemed to jolt her back to her senses. She abruptly pulled away from the two semi-naked men and tugged at her shirt.

"I mean it; we are going to talk about this first."

"Talk is cheap," Fred said with a pout.

"No talk, no fun," Hermione said firmly.

Before Fred could say anything else, George quickly said, "Ok, fine... we'll talk." He grabbed Fred's arm, and the half naked men both sat back down on the couch.

Hermione ran a frustrated hand through her hair, getting her fingers stuck halfway. She winced as she tugged them free, her eyes never leaving the couch.

"You promise this time to let me have my say before you try to jump me again?"

"We promise," the twins said in unison.

Hermione smiled as she said, "I only really have one rule, since everyone knows about my little talent now."

"Well", she blushed, resuming her pacing in attempt to cover it. She could feel their heated gazes watching her.

"Yes?"

"I ah, I want George to be my first," she said in one breath, her face turning a shade of red similar to their hair.

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