George left his head and looked at me, I saw anguish and a tiny little star of hope in his gaze.

"Hermione, Love, we are not made of wood." Fred said in a harsh breath.

"I'm not neither, you know." I reached for George's chin, making him look at me in the eye. "I want you, all of you, both of you. Now."

I saw him shiver in anticipation. And in my back, I felt Fred tremble in the exact same way.

"Are you sure, really sure that you want it? It's still new... we don't want you to regret it later." said Fred.

"If we go any farther, we're not sure we could stop. We've waited for this for a long, very long, time." added George.

I looked at him in the eyes and grabbed Fred's hand before answering.

"I'm positive."

I had thought that they were maddening before, but now they were ...unleashed. Their hands, their mouths were everywhere. I was pressed between their hard bodies. I felt hot and aroused, and I desperately wanted to do it, but I couldn't bring myself to ask them to stop what they were doing.

In the heat of the moment, I lost my clothes in ways I couldn't remember. Maybe they made them disappear, but I really don't know. It didn't seem important at the time. What I do remember is when George removed his clothes in front of me. I remember it, clearly. The hard muscles of his chest and the reddish hair covering it, golden in the fire light, contrasting with his creamy white skin. His thighs, his ass... and his manhood, hard and throbbing

I took it in my hand. It was, at the same, time harder and softer than I had imagined. The skin was silky but the core felt hard as steel. It felt heavier than I would have thought and my hand covered barely more than half of it. I lightly brushed the hard length with the tip of my fingers. He let out a loud groan, and stopped my hand with his.

"Not tonight, Love. If you do that it will be over before it even began."

He took me in his arms, I sighed as I put my head on his shoulder. He brought me to their room. By then, I should have known better, but I was a bit shocked to find not two but only one large bed. He kissed me and delicately put me on the bed. He turned toward the door just a second before Fred entered the room, wholly nude. They were equally beautiful, apparently identical. However, in his nudity George was humble. In his, Fred was glorious.

They climbed in the bed, lying on each side of me. They lightly stroked my naked skin, sending delicious shivers down my back. This time, I was looking at Fred's eyes.

"Hermione, this is really your last chance to stop this madness." He seemed afraid. I don't know what the answer he was hoping for was, I'm not sure he knew himself, but I knew what I wanted.

"Do it."

Again, they invaded all my senses, sending me in that other reality where time and places don't matter, where only feelings exist. Lost in the moment, it did not immediately register that it was it, until one of the twins positioned himself between my thighs. Pleasure was blurring my sight and I couldn't recognize which one it was. In fact, I think they switched places at some time, but I was so far gone than I can't tell for sure. I never asked, it doesn't matter. I loved it, the filing sensation, the slow rhythm, the closeness. I didn't felt any special pain; in a way it was very disappointing.

The room was only lit by a few candles and the light of the fire on their hair bathed them in a golden glow. They were beautiful. Their expression was one of deep concentration; I couldn't remembered had seen them that serious.

Then it was it, a blinding whirl of pleasure that send me flying. In my oblivion, I heard them moaned in their own pleasure, but I didn't realize what it meant until much later.

When I came back to reality, I was lying between them, a warm blanket covering us. I was feeling safe and oh, so good. We felt asleep almost immediately, exhausted by the events.

But in the half-awake state that comes before the deep sleep, I think I heard very, very soft whispers.

We love you so much, Beautiful. Sleep tight.

********

That's where the story ends, really. I never managed to leave, not that I wanted to, mind you.

When I woke up the next morning all my things had been brought in, even a really angry looking Crookshanks. My house was even already for sale. It shocked me at the time, but with hindsight it was a good thing, I couldn't stay in it longer without going crazy.

Of course, I raged and shouted and, of course, they didn't pay attention. They unsettled me with a mix of playfulness, genuine concern, jokes and affection I end up with my ribs hurting from laughing. My usual tactics of threatening glazes and well chosen words, which used to send Harry and Ron shivering in fear, was of no use on them. But it was alright, I didn't need to have them under my control; they were taking of me not the other way around. And it felt nice, so nice.

Of course the news soon reached the ears of everyone we knew, and of course, it caused quite a scandal. Everyone raged and shouted and of course we didn't pay attention.