It was too late for the shop to be open but the lights were on in their place, I took a chance and knocked on the door. I heard movement on the second floor, a window opened, but they couldn't see me where I was. He voice sound tired.

"The shop is close; you will have to back tomorrow." Don't ask me how, but I knew it was George, a small difference in tone perhaps.

"I did not come for shopping, you know."

"Hermione?"

His voice softened, when he said my name. He seemed pleased but surprise.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you." I heard him mutter something and the door opened in front of me. I entered the dark shop. It was a bit unnerving; all the odd objects gave a creepy feeling to the dark room, like some madman laboratory. I shivered. George came in trampling down the stairs, he opened the light and after the gray shades, the bright colors hurt my eye. I blinked a few times before I could manage to look at him. He was smiling, a shy smile I had never seen on his face before.

"Go up, I'll go get Fred. He's in the lab."

I slowly climbed the stairs. I was feeling light headed and my gusts were knotted by a mix of anticipation and excitation. In the cafe, it had seemed clear that I had to come, but now that I was here, I wondered if it was the right thing to do. Maybe they didn't expect me to accept. Maybe it was a kind of game.

I was twisting my hand alone in the living room, my thoughts were running free, and I was losing my nerve. I was on the brink of Apparating away, when I heard noises behind me. I turned on the spot, only to find myself in the arms of the missing twin. He wasn't much taller than me and his mouth was just beside my ear when he whispered to me. "We're so glad to see you. " His breath in my ear sent delicious shivers down my back. I had never imagined something so innocent could be that erotic. His arms holding me were reassuring; it felt so good and right.

I felt George behind me, he put his hands on my shoulders and slowly began rubbing my neck. He lifted my long thick hair with one hand, his other hand following the curves of my rib to stop at my waist. I felt his breath on my neck and I knew he would kiss me. I lift my eyes and I saw Fred, still holding me, looking at his brother about to kiss my neck. He then focuses on me, and I saw so much desire in his gaze, I knew I had made the right choice. To hell the opinion of the world, my place was here, in the arms of those two men. George finally laid his lips on my neck. A light kiss like a butterfly wing stroke, but it sent shivers down my back. Fred smiled as he felt me tremble in his arms. George kissed me again harder; I failed to stifle a moan. Fred leaned a bit and, with the same burning look, he kissed me. It was slow and deep, incredibly arousing, I felt myself melt in his arms. George was still kissing my neck. I thought Ì would go insane over all the sensation. It was overwhelming but at the same time, I couldn't help wishing for more.

When Fred pulled back, I was breathing hard and my mouth was tingling. "We tossed for it," he said.

"You tossed for who would kiss me?"

"For who would kiss you first," answered George against my ear. He twists me around in his arms and takes his turn. It's different from Fred's kiss, it's slower and sweeter, but it's just as good, just as deep, and Fred's hand on my hips doesn't hurt either.

It is immoral, probably perverse, two men at one time, but its Fred and George, and it seems right, nearly normal, that I should have them both together.

"You're not allowed to choose between us," George said.

"I couldn't, even if I wanted to." I replied and they both made pleased sounds against my skin and kiss me, I closed my eyes.

I put my hand up -- I nearly lost track of who's kissing me now, but I thought it was Fred again -- and touched his face. George is nuzzling my neck and Fred is stroking my waist. Fred stopped kissing me and George took a step back. Fred looked at me and kissed me lightly one more time before letting me go.

"We have to talk."