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WARNING: Adults only. Explicit sex and implied twincest.
A half-hour before the Quidditch match, Hermione heard a knock on her door. She had been reading, on her bed, as she often did on Saturday mornings. She opened the door to find Fred and George.
"Can I help you?" She asked, grinning sheepishly, embarrassed to have come to the door in her pajamas, it being afternoon already.
"We're bringing you to the match, Granger. Did you not remember? We'll wait while you get dressed," Fred said smiling.
"Guys, it's Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Need we go? Also, you never told me you were taking me."
"Granger, we need to check out the competition. It'll be fun, and you usually never can go with us, because of, you know, us being on the team. We'd like to hear your take on the match." George smirked.
"I highly doubt that. And you can wait in the common room, while I get dressed, you pervs. I'll be down in 10." Hermione grinned, pushed them out the door, and shut it.
Ten minutes later, exactly, Hermione was in the common room, and the three walked over to the stadium. When they got there, they climbed the stands and sat high in the back of the Ravenclaw side.
"Anyone but Slytherin, am I right?" Fred said, poking her ribs with his elbow as they sat down. Hermione nodded, tightening her scarf around her neck.
Thirty minutes later, the game was in full swing, but it was a cold day and not nearly as many fans had showed up as usually did. George pulled a fleece blanket over the laps of the three, who were nearly isolated in the back of the stands, not crowded in like sardines as Hermione usually was at Gryffindor matches.
"Ah, warmth," she said, as the blanket settled over their laps.
"Were you cold?" George asked. "I could warm you up." He began to rub Hermione's leg to bring blood back into it as Fred flung his arm around her shoulder, and once it was covered by her scarf, his hand pulled open up the top of her coat, dipped into her shirt, under her bra, and settled, cupping around her breast, bare only under all those layers.
The three had been sitting together in McGonagall's class for several weeks now, and Hermione wasn't learning anything. When the twins weren't fondling her, Hermione was wishing that they were, and when they were, she could think of nothing else. It was fun and bad, and sometimes showed through with an ass grab in the corridor or one of the boy's hands slipping between her legs at the dining table, but they kept their relations a public secret—done only in public, yet strictly secret. It thrilled Hermione.
And now, in the stands, it was happening again. She should have seen it coming when the boys showed up at her door, but somehow thought that they wouldn't dare without the cover of a desk or table. But they did.
Fred's fingers pinched and teased her nipple as George's cold fingers struggled with Hermione's button and zipper for a moment. Since that first time in class, Hermione had made sure to wear skirts to transfiguration, but today, being outside in cool weather, she was wearing trousers. When George's hand made it into her pants, it slipped right into her underwear and began rubbing her clit. She had recently shaved down there at the twins' request, sent on a racy note during class, but this was George's first time experiencing it.
"Fred, she shaved," he said across her, under his breath.
"She did?" He raised his eyebrows, and his cock twitched. "What a good girl." He pinched her nipple and she fought her natural urges to move and moan, as they were very much in public. Any pair of binoculars across the stadium could give them away if she looked anything more than interested in the Quidditch game.
"She did, the bad girl." George said. She brought her hand over to George's crotch and unzipped his pants, reaching inside his boxers and rubbing him off seemed to be a bit more discreet than the other options. He reciprocated her generosity by cruelly slowing down, his fingers playing with her slit, dipping inside her, and going back, treating her clit roughly as she fought the urge to hump his hand. Her new baldness meant her juices had nowhere to go, and it clung to his large hands and soaked her cotton panties.
Fred was feeling a little left out, she could see by the fact that his dick was standing at attention and he breathed heavily as he frantically teased Hermione's nipple. Hermione wanted to help, but was distracted by her current duties to George's cock and worried he wouldn't let her come if she didn't finish him. Then she noticed that something was moving near Fred's manhood, his own hand, pumping fast as he watched his brother fuck Hermione. She gushed between her legs at the thought.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," George said lowly as she stroked him. "Fuck yeah." She sped up, and in the seconds before coming, he did too. Hermione nearly fell off the bench trying to get closer to his deft fingers and he came silently, only emitting a low grunt so as not to draw attention to their group. In some sort of act of twin telepathy, George squeezed her clit hard while he came, Fred simultaneously pinched her nipple hard. Hermione felt the electricity of the organism coming and did her best to tame her convulsions as her mind went briefly blank. She felt the brief up and down movement of the blanket for ten or fifteen more seconds, and then Fred and his hands went still too.
"That was so fucking good." Hermione whispered so only the two boys would hear.
"Hermione, you never cease to amaze me" George whispered into Hermione's ear, then softly kissed the skin behind it.
"It was fun, but we've been better." Fred said, clearly trying to be nonchalant about his near-solo pleasuring.
"And it'll fucking be better later, Freddie," George said, leaning to see him behind Hermione's head. "I fucked her now, but we'll hang out tonight."
This was the most directly sexual exchange the boys had ever had in front of Hermione, and as they all fastened their jeans again, Hermione couldn't help but be turned on again, and thought of tonight, when she'd recount this afternoon and imagine the twins' bed from her own bed, with her own hands.
A/N: Tell me what you think of the new chapter! Chapter 1 was my first ever fanfic, and so this sequel has been over three years in the making (though I just thought it and typed it in one day). This has been one of my most popular/subscribed to stories and I thank you, reader, for your continued support! I couldn't and wouldn't do it without you. Thanks for the reviews!