A/N: I'm sooooooooo sorry it took so long to update! I hope you guys forgive me! *puppy dog eyes* I was reading some of the reveiws and realized some of you are SO confused with the mood changes between Fred and George, and I'm VERY sorry for the confusion! I was trying to make it seem like they were sort of crazy and obsessed with her, yet in love with her, as is shown in this chapter. Also, I noticed in some FWHGGW fanfics Fred is the more agressive one and I wanted to change that up a bit! :) I know this is short, but the next chapter should be up soon, because I know what's gonna happen! Trust me, I have it all planned out!

Hermione looked around at her surroundings and the direction her and the twins were going was definitely not towards the common room.

"Ummm... Fred, George... this isn't the way to the Gryffindor common room." She said as Fred pulled her past another corner.

"We know." They said together.

"Then where are we going?"

"You'll see." George said from behind her. She shivered. Out of the twins, she was scared of George the most. She had a reason to be. Out of them both, George was DEFINITELY the more aggressive one. She found that out when he slammed her into a stone wall that one time.

"Here we are." Fred said, his hand still in hers.

They were standing in front of a wall.

Not a door... a wall.

"Ummm... you do realize this is a wall and not a door... right?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Just wait." George said while they watched Fred walked back and forth three times. He turned and smiled.

Fred raised his hand and beckoned her to him. She walked towards him nervously. He opened the door that had appeared, letting her go in first like a gentleman.

She gasped.

"It's beautiful."

She felt arms wrap around her waist and tensed.

"You like it?" Fred said in front of her.

She nodded.

Then she knew it was George's arms that were enclosed around her waist.

She shuddered.

"Already shivering from pleasure and I haven't even done anything yet." He whispered in her ear so Fred wouldn't hear him. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

She decided to focus her eyes back on the room.

It really was beautiful. All but the huge bed in the middle of the room.

There were red rose petals all over the room. From the floor to the bed. Hundreds of candles were lit, lining all four of the walls, which were painted a deep, crimson red.

Then it hit her.

They were in the Room of Requirement!

She watched as Fred walked toward her. What was he going to do?

He put his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth. He slowly leaned forward and kissed her. She was hesitant at first, but his warm lips were just so inviting.

She felt George pull the hair away from her neck as Fred licked her lip, asking for permission to enter. She hesitantly, and don't forget nervously, granted him access. George slowly kissed butterfly kisses down her neck, trailing after them with his tongue. Fred's hands gently ghosted over her flat stomach, slowly reaching her still developing breasts. He pulled away from her soft, pink lips and looked at her questioningly, asking if he could touch her with his eyes. She thought about it for a second.

Did she really want this? Did she WANT to have sex with Fred and George? Could she make them stop or would they make her?

And so she made her decision.

I hope you liked it!

I have some homework for you guys to! It's just two simple questions:

Why do you read this story and why do you like it?

I was just curious as to why you guys read this. I for one think I could do better.

Also, thanks to all of you who have taken your time to read, reveiw, favorite, and alert! I love you all! And thanks too Anna Donovan for giving me this idea!

R&R!

Love,

Rachel