Chapter 9

"…And you will tell those two… two… hooligans, that if I ever catch wind of them selling these potions to my daughters again they will regret the day they ever stepped foot down this Alley!"

Hermione continued to stare wide eyed at the plump, purple-faced witch - who had an uncanny resemblance to Harry's Uncle Vernon - unsure if she should laugh or cry at the bizarre customer complaint.

It seemed Fred and George had forgotten that their mother wasn't the only woman who could put fear in her children.

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that you are unsatisfied with the products…" she began.

"Unsatisfied!" the woman barked, turning a whole new shade, "Mortified is more like it! Girls of seventeen should be focussing on their studies, not on romance and fantasies! I demand to speak to the owners! I demand these products be taken off the shelf! I'm reporting you all to the Ministry!" she practically screeched.

Hermione had a mind to demand that this woman leave the store, but she had an inkling that would be a very unpopular move.

"Madam, both you and I know that the legal age in this world is seventeen. I highly doubt a complaint to the Ministry would be taken seriously…"

The other woman's face turned a shade Hermione had never seen before, "How dare you! Do you have any idea who you are speaking to, young lady?"

It was at this moment that Verity, the only other employee of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, returned from her lunch break. The bell above the door twinkled as she pushed her way in backwards, handbag over her shoulder and two take away coffees clutched in her hands.

"Hey Hermione, I forgot to ask if you took any sug... Oh, Lady Constance, I didn't see you there!" Verity said, her voice gaining pitch as the situation presented itself.

Lady Constance huffed, but for the first time since she had entered the store her attention had left Hermione.

"Verity dear, those boys have been after my girls again," the older woman huffed, but her tone with the shop girl was completely different, as if some of the hot wind had escaped her tightly pursed lips.

Verity handed Hermione one of the coffees, rolling her eyes while her back was turned to the old Witch and nodding subtly toward the back room, giving Hermione the escape she had been looking for.

"Won't you join me for a cup of tea, Lady Constance?" Verity offered, holding her arm out toward a small seating area the boys had put in for those recovering from an in-store prank.

"Well, I'd never say no to a good cuppa…"

Hermione didn't wait around to hear Verity defuse the situation.

Clutching her coffee to her chest, she slipped behind the counter and through the purple curtains that blocked the backroom from view. It was there she found Fred and George huddled over one of the large workbenches, studiously avoiding her glare.

"You couldn't have come out to help?" she hissed, having half a mind to grab them both by the scruff and throw them out to the old vulture.

George looked up from the stacks of parchment and gave her what she supposed was meant to be an endearing grin, "I thought you liked us in one piece?" he asked.

"Actually, we're two,' Fred injected, flicking his wand at the curtain, a wall materializing in its place.

"Two what?" George asked with a frown, turning away from her.

"Two pieces, we aren't one piece now are we? Although I suppose…"

"Okay, I get the point," Hermione interrupted, taking a long fortifying sip of her coffee as if it were something a lot stronger than a double shot of espresso.

"Don't worry about old Connie, Hermione. She comes in here once a week to threaten us for corrupting her not-so-innocent daughters, because now that they are almost out of Hogwarts and home she has nothing better to do," George explained, pointing to the chair opposite them at the workbench.

Hermione carefully checked for any concealed pranks before sitting down, "Then why do you keep selling them products?"

"Well, we do and we don't," Fred said, picking up a handful of papers that had been pushed to the side. He passed them over to her.

"Order forms?" she queried, taking note of the glittering logo, the neatly checked boxes and product listing in alphabetical order.

"Specifically designed for those who are confined within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unable to be viewed by parents and teachers alike - with the help of a little concealment charm old Professor Lupin taught to us" George told her.

"Remus taught you, huh?" she mumbled, peering at the names of the students as she took note that there was indeed no addresses affixed to the order forms, "So Lady Constance's daughters are ordering your WonderWitch products by owl?"

"Yes," Fred answered.

"And no," George followed.

"Explain?" she prompted, wondering just how many more angry mothers she was going to have to deal with.

"The Ladies Charlotte and Elsie merely distribute our products. When we realized that some of our products simply weren't suitable for mail-order…" Fred began.

"…like a well timed puking pastille," George injected.

"That the young Ladies and ourselves came to an… agreement of sorts." Fred finished; taking back the order forms as if that was that.

"So basically you're telling me that you have set up shop inside Hogwarts again, and you're paying that woman's daughters with love potions and skiving snackboxes?"

The twins looked between each other, shrugged and turned back to her, "You missed the ten percent commission, but yup, that's exactly what we've been doing." George answered.

Hermione took a deep breath and another sip of her coffee, "Is that all? No other angry parents demanding answers while you two sit out back here?" she asked.

"Of course there are, but that's what we hired Verity for!"

Hermione grimaced, "Lucky Verity."

"That's enough about our scrumptious assistant, lets talk about you,' Fred diverted, reaching across the table to grip her wrists. He guided her around the workbench before tugging her down to sit on his lap facing George.

By the mischievous looks that decorated both men's faces, Hermione was afraid to ask just what they had in stall for her now.

"What about me?" she asked, adjusting on her perch when George gripped her ankles to bring her legs up onto his knees. He slipped her shoes off of her feet and began to run his thumbs over the sensitive curves.

Fred pulled her back to lean into his chest, his long arms wrapping around her torso as he answered, "How has your first day been?"

"Mm," she moaned as George found a sweet spot, "Good, Verity is incredibly patient, you were lucky to find someone who could clean up your mess so easily," she stopped to squirm into a more comfortable position again, "But, I feel a bit of a nuisance on the shop floor right now, to be honest."

"You could never be a nuisance, but you're right, your skills can be better utilised out here," George answered.

"Anything to get me away from the Lady Constance's of this world," she smiled, her head dropping back onto Fred's shoulder as she relaxed. George's talented fingers moved up to her ankles, letting her smart black robe fall to either side, exposing her legs. Her short wool skirt did nothing to hide her legs.

She relaxed into their touch with another sigh, her body giving in to their now familiar touch. Closing her eyes, she focussed on the way they moved in tandem; the unspoken communication between the brothers as they intuitively found every pressure point on her body and steadily relieved the tension of the past several weeks.

It was just as she was beginning to drift off that she received the biggest shock of her life. Her whole body jerked and her eyes shot open as the humming vibrations started at her ankle and shot straight to her core.

Looking down at George with wide eyes, she found him looking back up at her with a wicked grin and the small pink pleasure egg they had shown her the day before pressed against her ankle.

"Care to be experimented on?" Fred whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. George was rubbing the egg on her leg in maddening circles, and somehow those sensations were hitting her in other much more intimate places as well.

"You mean you haven't tested it before now?" she asked, resisting the urge to pull her leg away from the red-headed man who continued to grin up at her.

"Of course we have, we've just never been privy to the action," George answered.

Hermione frowned, "I'm sorry?"

Fred's chest rumbled with laughter behind her, "We know it works, we just haven't seen it work. Some of our test subjects…"

"You mean all of our test subjects…" George interjected, still moving his hand in small circles, his movements creeping higher and higher.

"It was all, wasn't it?" Fred agreed, "Well, they never returned the products – not even with complaints – which is almost always what happens. In fact, they started requesting them in different colours and shapes, and wanted to know if they could make bulk orders. It's when we realized we had a real market for this kind of stuff."

Hermione tilted her head back enough so she could see Fred's face, "So you want to see it at work, huh?" she grinned.

"Purely for research purposes, of course," he replied seriously.

"Of course," George mimicked, following with a kiss to the inside of her calf.

Hermione heaved a mock sigh, settling into Fred's embrace and spreading her legs which had clamped shut at the thought of an untested WWW product coming anywhere near her.

"I suppose I'll let you use it on me then," she sighed dramatically.

"Wicked," the twins mimicked.

Hermione was once again taken by surprise when Fred's fingers tipped her chin back, his lips descending on hers with hunger as his fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons on her prim cardigan, his hands diving into the opening as soon as he'd succeeded. Through the layers of wool and cotton he sought bare skin and was rewarded with her healthy moan.

George's hands were smoothing up and down her legs, each time his fingers and their invention getting closer and closer to the throbbing mass of nerves nestled between her legs.

She felt Fred move around behind her for a moment, before he tapped her shoulder with his wand, her clothes disappearing instantly. His hands were everywhere, igniting her blood and making her body hum.

It was easy to let them sweep her away like this; so very easy to let them take care of her needs while she pushed all the other worries to the back of her mind. Their uncanny ability to wipe her mind and overwhelm her senses was probably what kept her coming back to them again and again.

Fred and George were her own personal escape.

"Oh god," she moaned, pulling herself from Fred's mouth when the pleasure egg crept higher and higher, finally grazing against her wet heat.

Her body bucked at the first contact, her back bowing into the man behind her as wave after wave of inescapable pleasure washed over her. She'd never felt anything like it, it was as if everything around her disappeared and all she could focus on was object between her legs.

She felt like she was losing control, her muscles contracted violently, her toes curled painfully and she had to grope around for something to dig her fingers to dig into. She didn't think she had ever had an orgasm as quick or as blindingly intense as the one she was experiencing.

It was several long, breathtaking moments before she became aware of how loud her screams were, how contorted her body was and how deep her nails had sunk into Fred's legs beneath her.

Hermione felt George slowly pull away from her still pulsing core, his lips dropping small, soothing kisses on the inside of her thighs. All the while she continued to crash down from her high with breathless gasps.

"Well, I think we can safely say that it works just fine," Fred said, his voice a delicious rumble against her back.

"Better than fine," George grinned, his lips moving higher and higher. She didn't manage to catch anything they said to her following that.

Later that evening, Hermione crashed into the flat she shared with Harry and Ron, her house-elf under her arm and a box full of experiments secretly shrunken and concealed in her robe pocket.

Ginny looked up from where she and Harry sat snuggled on the couch.

"How was your first day?" she asked, taking in Hermione's dishevelled appearance.

Hermione had a moment to think about her day, she grinned, "Wonderful."

The red-head gave her a sceptical look, "You sure they didn't try any pranks on you? You didn't hit your head?" she asked.

"Pranks?" Hermione smiled, "No, no pranks."

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