Sexualis Frustration
Summary: Hermione gets cursed to feel sexual tension without relief, or at least, masturbation won't take care of it. It actually can make it worse. The twins are the only option she wants help from but will they help her?
AN: This was an idea that popped up one day and I wrote down the summary. Finally, I am inspired to write the rest! Yay! Another one completed! I love when my muses show up! LOL Now to find time to transfer this one and others to my computer and edit them so they can get posted! Thanks to all who checked this story out! I said one of these days I would write a mature story with the Twins and I finally have! :) Hope you enjoyed it. Please stay safe, sane and protected in this time of trouble! Love to you all!
Disclaimer: I make no monies with this.
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It was just another day for Hermione; another day, another problem to solve. She loved her job, she really did, but sometimes the tediousness of it really grated on her nerves. She had been seriously considering finding something else to do, something that didn't take a year or more to see results. Magical law wasn't hard in and of itself, it was the waiting and constant push back she got from the old fogies that didn't want to change a thing even though many of the laws were outdated or done by someone like Dolores Umbitch, um, Umbridge.
Every day had become an uphill battle that Hermione was quickly becoming tired of. She wondered if it was all worth it. She couldn't help but imagine the happiness those same old fogies would feel if she were to just up and quit. It's what had kept her at her job for five years, not giving them the satisfaction. However, the longer she was there, the more often she thought of quitting.
Thinking of what she might do since several places wanted her, she couldn't help but think of the Twins offer to come work with them. They had offered her the chance to stretch her imagination and put all her masteries to use. They had told her that anytime she wanted, the door was open and the offer ready. She couldn't help the soft smile that crossed her face as she thought of the pranking duo. They had been such handfuls during Hogwarts. They had often driven her batty with their shenanigans but she, even then, could see the absolute genius in their products. Once they stopped testing on first years, she appreciated the creativity and ingenuity each product required.
However, her nice and typical day was about to be shot to hell in flames.
It would seem that a loved one of someone she had sent to Azkaban had a bone to pick with her. As Hermione was leaving her office for the day, she felt something slam into her back and send her flying down the hall. The next thing she knew, many voices were shouting and someone was being hauled way. When she looked up, it was to the concerned eyes of her best friend, Harry Potter. Harry had worked his way up quickly to Head Auror and had taken the culprit down with prejudice. He had his hand out to help her off the floor and asked if she was alright.
When he escorted her to the medical area, the medi-witch scanned her to see what had been cast on her. Come to find out, the curse she was hit with was sexual and the medi-witch told her that it was meant to keep the victim on a sexual edge that self-satisfaction would not help; actually, it could make it worse. When Hermione asked what the spell was, she was told Sexualis Frustration. She remembered coming across this spell in a book in the Restricted Section at Hogwarts. She had meant to grab the book next to it but hadn't realized she had the wrong one until she had read a paragraph and her face had turned as red as the Weasley family's hair. She had quickly put it back but would forever remember that one paragraph. It had been about this spell and the medi-witch was correct, masturbation would, indeed, make it worse.
Hermione then knew she would need to find someone to help her. It was only with a willing partner that the curse would be satisfied and that was only after full intercourse was completed. The catch was that both parties had to be truly satisfied which would cause trouble for some, she thought sheepishly. How many witches and wizards faked satisfaction just so the evening would end?! She was guilty of it herself a few times. But who could she go to? She knew who she wanted to scratch her itch but did she have the courage to approach them? Would they help her and truly find pleasure and release with her? She had a bit of time to figure out what to do but not much. If she remembered correctly, she only had about a week before it became unbearable and mistakes would be made which could lead to the spell becoming permanent.
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Fred and George were quite happy with how well their business was doing. Since they reopened after the War, everyone seemed to need a laugh and they came to them for it. Of course being the only joke shop helped a bit too and it made them proud to be able to help so many in such a simple way as to provide a bit of happiness and laughter. They had moved on from any sort of harmful pranks early on, thanks to a swotty bushy-haired know-it-all.
This thought made them both smile, wondering how their witch was doing. Of course, she wasn't theirs yet but, soon, they wanted to make her theirs. They just needed to find the right time. Maybe they could bring up working with them at the store again. They both knew she was unhappy with her current job and was only getting more frustrated the longer she stayed.
One of them would bring up her quitting every time they saw her which was about once a week and it was about time for her usual visit. At first, she would come in to get products but lately she would just stop in to check on them and they loved it. They knew the time was nearing to make their move. After the War, rebuilding had to be done and then healing needed to happen before anyone could really commit to anyone else. Then Hermione had gone into law and their business had taken off like one of their fireworks and there was no time. It was two years later that they finally let the petite witch know they would love for her to work with them.
She had told them she would keep it in mind and, at the time, they thought she'd never take them up on the offer but, as time went on, they reconsidered their odds. Hermione wasn't a witch to suffer as a fool for long. Fred and George knew she was still at her job as a way to anger the old purebloods who were dragging their feet on any changes and they respected her for it.
They had discussed often how they would woo their witch when the time was right. It was a short time after their latest chat that Harry had popped into the store and asked the Twins to keep an eye on Hermione. She had been cursed by a wizard holding a grudge that she had sent a family member to Azkaban. He had had no clue what spell it was, Hermione wasn't talking, but he was worried about her. They had promised to Harry that they would check in with their favorite witch and make sure she was alright.
The first visit had gone well; Hermione was irritated but assured them it wasn't due to their surprise visit. She had informed them that she had finally quit her job, not wanting any more targets painted on her than already was there. They had, again, offered for her to work with them and she had replied that she was thinking about it. The next several visits went about the same; her irritated and them doing their best to cheer her up, always getting at least a few laughs out of her before they left.
However, it was on their fifth visit that things took an unexpected turn.
Hermione had hidden in her bedroom for the first thirty minutes or so before she came out and grabbed Fred by the collar to bring his mouth to hers for a scorching kiss before she did the same to George, sending both wizards' worlds in to a tailspin.
When they finally got their bearings, they realized that Hermione had dragged them to her bed and pushed them down onto it, not that they were complaining. When she straddled Fred's lap and ground down on his hardening shaft, she moaned and his eyes crossed. Then her hand gently tugged George to her so she could kiss him with so much passion, they were sure the bed would go up in flames at any time. Of course, they returned her passion with their own. They allowed their witch complete control, it seemed she knew what she needed and they were only too happy to comply and give it to her. When she stood and gave them a strip tease, both wizards knew the night would be the most pleasurable they had ever had.
After her clothes were gone, she then stepped to each of them to do the same, just as slowly, driving them nuts in such a pleasurable way. Once the three of them were completely bare, Hermione crawled between Fred and George and beckoned them to her. As the twins exchanged smiled, they slid up next to her and gave her their undivided attention.
Hermione knew she should be a wreck of nerves and totally embarrassed by how brazen she was being but she couldn't help it. As soon as Fred and George had stepped into her living room, she had tried to control herself but lost the battle. The past four nights of them visiting had been such sweet torture for her. She loved that they had taken it upon themselves to check on her. She knew Harry had asked them since he was busy but that didn't mean they had to visit every night after the store closed but they had and had made her laugh throughout their visits. She loved them so much before but now, she knew there would be no other to hold her heart as Fred and George Weasley did. They were who she wanted and when that realization had hit her was when she couldn't help but act upon it.
The curse, it would seem, took all inhibitions away. She had started with snogging both wizards and when she had felt their returned passion she had led them to her bedroom. She hadn't meant to take complete control but couldn't help herself when she saw them sitting on her bed, their attention solely on her. Her reserves and nerves flew out the door and she proceeded to indulge in a fantasy or two.
Then she had straddled Fred and thought she would explode just from the feel of him between her legs and the kiss she gave George blew what little was left of her mind.
She had never stripped for anyone but she found she loved the twins' reactions to her show. Then George had kissed her like a man drowning and she had been completely lost. She had undressed them as slowly as she could stand and had enjoyed the growls and moans her hands had elicited. It had made her feel strong and wanted. When she had crawled to the middle of her bed and motioned for them to join her, she hadn't been prepared for the hungry looks they gave her. It was feeling their bodies slide up hers that was almost her undoing. Her brain officially shut down when their hands glided across her body.
Fred was the first to taste the honey between her thighs and his growl caused her body to heat up even more. While Fred was feasting on her, George enjoyed her breasts. He took turns with each one, as if he thought one might get jealous if he spent too much time on the other. Hermione wasn't complaining, not at all, both wizards were very talented with their tongues. When she reached her peak from their ministrations, they switched places and Hermione's world went careening off into space and beyond. She couldn't believe no witch had snagged them yet but she was quite happy about it too. She wanted them all to herself and, it seemed, they had no problem with that.
After George and Fred each managed to bring her to the brink and fall over it, Hermione found herself sandwiched between the two gorgeous red-heads. George was kneeling in front of her while Fred knelt behind her. As she kissed George passionately, his hands caressed the front of her body while Fred's was busy with her backside. Then it was time to kiss Fred and the angle made it hotter for her. There was something about having George pressed against her front nibbling on her exposed neck as she kissed Fred that sent her blood boiling. However, her hands weren't idle either. She caressed both of their shafts and bodies as well. The sounds each made only spurred the others on.
After sometime of this, Hermione felt the curse flare up and she knew it was time to become a very intimate sandwich. She pushed on George's shoulder and he seemed to know what she wanted as he lay back. Scooting so she could straddle him, Hermione made sure to keep a hold of Fred's hip to pull him with her so there would be no mistaking what she wanted. As she slid down George's engorged member, she laid herself over his chest, so Fred would know she was ready.
Fred cast a spell to ready her arse for his penetration and enjoyed hearing her gasp. It was a strange feeling the first time but became a welcome one from then on. George tilted Hermione's head up so he could kiss her as Fred coated himself before sliding into her back passage. Once fully in, all three moaned, enjoying being connected so fully and intimately. Then George held Hermione's hips still as he and Fred moved in and out of her. Hermione braced herself on George's chest to help steady her body, enjoying their thrusting too much to want to move much and disrupt their rhythm.
As the trio found a rhythm, Hermione felt the curse searching. When all three fell over the cliff into oblivion, the curse lifted from Hermione with a sizzle and a blue flare.
When asked, Hermione explained the situation in a sated voice. Fred and George held a silent conversation that Hermione missed due to having closed her eyes. They promised to send the wizard a thank you note and a "gift".
The thank you would be for helping the three of them to come together and the "gift" would be for cursing their witch. No one messed with what was theirs!
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Two weeks later…
The wizard only known as "the one who cursed Hermione Granger" received a note and a package. When the guards read the note, they smirked and when they saw the package, knowing who it was from, they shook their heads; almost feeling sorry for the bloke. Normally packages were opened and inspected but because this one was from the Weasley Twins, no one wanted to risk spoiling the "surprise" for the convict. Also, most packages such as this one wouldn't be let in, however, all the guards respected Miss Granger and the work she did to improve conditions for all at Azkaban. When they had heard what had happened, they took great pleasure in making sure the wizard had the least amount of comfort, turning a blind eye to the one who cursed the 'Brightest Witch of an Age'. The captured DeathEaters received better treatment than the convict had.
The guards then had to figure out who was going to deliver said package and had to choose a number closest to the Head Guard's chosen number to see who would be the lucky one. They all wanted to see what the Pranking Duo had in store for the wizard who had harmed their witch, knowing it would be a sight to see. As the winner gently took the package, he gave a smirk to the others and headed towards the convict.
"You've got mail, convict." The guard announced, none of them ever using the convict's given name, as he handed the note to the despot who took it greedily. When the convict read it, he smiled wide and made a grab for the box.
The guard handed it to him and stepped back as he put a shield around the convict's cell, no one else was meant to endure what was in that package.
Meanwhile in the main office, the other guards and their boss cringed as they heard the results. The sounds that traveled to them were strange mixed with various screams and whimpers from the convict.
When the guard who had delivered the package came back, he had a look of awe mixed with horror, "Remind me to NEVER get on the bad side of the Weasley Twins!" was all he would say as he walked over to the prison's pensieve and dropped in the memory. After the other guards watched the memory, they all wore the same look and could only nod their heads.
"Brilliant but scary as hell." Was murmured by all.
~Fin~