I own nothing and please please be advised this is smut. Pure and simple.

Don't read it if it bothers you.

Hermione had been trying all day to get her book back from Ron. Harry had told him about all sorts of muggle books and was quite excited that Hermione had so many. She wasn't one to let someone borrow her books but he had begged all summer to read it, so she had relented begrudgingly. As soon as she found their compartment on the train, she asked about it.

"Did you bring my book with you?"

Ron grinned. "Of course! But can I keep it for a bit longer? I didn't get a chance to read it all over the summer."

He pleaded until she had rolled her eyes and said yes.

After another week, she asked him again at breakfast.

"Oh man! Sorry Hermione I left it in my trunk. I'll get it out before potions class."

She had waited outside the door to Snape's class and upon seeing her Ron had blushed as red as his hair.

"Ah I knew I forgot something."

She had huffed and marched into the classroom, Ron apologizing behind her the entire way to their seats.

"I'll get it after class, before quidditch practice I swear!"

But he was nowhere to be seen in the common room when classes were over for the day.

"I can't believe him!" Hermione was fuming. All she wanted was her book back!

She peaked around the empty common room. Everyone seemed to be out during the extra curricular activities time. Now would be the perfect chance… Before she had time to change her mind and think about what she was about to do, Hermione jumped the stairs of the boys dormitory two at a time. Her heart pounded with adrenaline. The boys really had been a bad influence on her, she had come to enjoy a little rule breaking, not that she would ever admit that to them. Now which door was it? She opened the door closest to her cautiously. It was empty. She walked in and closed the door behind her. All the beds looked much the same, messy and unkempt. Boys. Hermione rolled her eyes as she stepped over candy wrappers and clothes to make her way to see the little name plates at the foot of the beds. Unfortunately for her, she tripped over a broom handle sticking out from between some clothes. She fell face first right onto a seemingly normal bed. She closed her eyes as she fell so she wasn't expecting the feel of warm flesh beneath her.

"Hey! Watch it Hermione."

"Yeah we aren't a chair."

She recognized the voices immediately and looked up into the grinning faces of Fred and George Weasley. She had fallen right into both of them. But where had they come from?

"I'm so sorry I tripped and-" As soon as she stood up and stepped back, they dissapeared. She stared in surprise at the space they had been occupying. Was she losing her marbles? Two hands appeared out of thin air and pulled her forwards and as her hand touched the bed, they were visible again. And laughing.

"Pretty cool huh? Made it ourselves."

"Don't go telling anyone, they'll be hounding us for the spell."

Can't have that, can we?" They spoke the last line in unison, grinning at her expression.

"W-wha- How-" Hermione sputtered trying to wrap her head around it.

"Magic." The both winked at her.

"But why then?" She was finally regaining her composure and had moved to sit beside them. They gestured grandly at something that lay between them. It was a mess of different kind of candy, though none of it looked like any she had ever seen. "What are those?"

"We've been working on things while everyone is out."

"The illusion spell is just to make sure we don't get caught."

"And it was loads of fun appearing out of nowhere when Lee wasn't looking."

Hermione grabbed a small piece of toffee from the pile, examining it. "What do these do?" If there was one thing that got her attention, it was new kinds of magic. Her eyes sparked with a need for knowledge. The boys lit up with a mischievous energy.

"Wanna try it and find out?" Fred slung an arm over her shoulder.

"It won't hurt you." George added.

"Probably." they both grin at each other.

"I think I'll just put that back thanks very much." She placed the toffee back on the bed. The boys looked visibly disappointed.

"Oh well." Fred went back to inspecting the candy.

"What are you in here for anyways?" George asked, cocking his head sideways.

"Well I was looking for my book. I let Ron borrow it and he still hasn't returned it. So I figured I would just come get it myself."

"Your looking for the next door over then." George pointed at the wall to the right.

"Thanks, then." Hermione moved to get off the bed but Fred stopped her.

"Before you go, do you think that voice changing gumdrops sound doable?" Fred asked.

Hermione gave it serious thought. "Well if you were to add the Vox charm while making a mutation potion you might could…" She stopped upon seeing the look in the twins eyes.

"Wicked." They both murmured to each other.

"Its only a theory." She blushed.

"That's why we test it." George took out a thick note book and Hermione could see pages of concoctions as he flipped through it looking for a blank page. She longed to read it. Fred noticed the gleam in her eye and smiles wickedly at George who nodded back in some unseen agreement.

"Want to join us then?" George waves the notebook torturously close to her. Hermione hesitates. It was one thing to climb the boys dormitory, but a complete other thing to create new and illegal candy and whatever else they did, not to mention what the boys might do with it…

"We don't let others use any of it, if that makes it better." Fred motions solemnly to the trunk at the foot of the bed.

Yeah, we keep it for personal use." George laughs. Fred kicks him good naturedly.

She stared at the notebook full of countless new things she could learn and made up her mind.

"Alright. I'll help."

Both the boys grinned. "This is going to be awesome."

For the next few months, Hermione joined them every afternoon before quidditch practice. On days when they didn't practice, they would huddle together conspiratorially in the court yard, jotting down ideas and basically goofing around with each other. It opened her eyes to how smart they actually were. She had always known they were brilliant at mischief but the work they put into it was amazing. They could probably beat her in grades if they got serious. She learned all they would let her from their notebook. Before long she had one of her own where she jotted down new ideas and fixes for problems they had been encountering. They compared notes throughout the day, passing notebooks back and forth between classes. They were careful not to get caught. And the twins were good at not getting caught.

"So we finished the last testers of the improved fizz bangs, they work way better by the way with that jinx you added Hermione." George was checking off a list of test runs they had run.

"Tested them last night. Probably scared the beard off a Hagrid." Fred laughed. Hermione blushed at the praise.

"Thanks, guys. What's next on our list?" She watched as George skipped down two. "This one. Bubble trouble gum."

"What about the one you skipped over?" Hermione pointed to the name but couldn't read it from her position on the crowded bed.

"We can't do a test run of that one unfortunately." George sighed.

"Yeah, if we were to get it wrong.." Fred shuddered beside her.

They had Hermione's complete and undivided attention.

"What is it, then?"

George and Fred looked at each other.

"Well…" George began.

"We were toying with the idea.." Fred continued.

"It'd only last a day.." George added hastily.

Spit it out already!" Hermione said impatiently.

"A love potion." They murmured together.

Hermione looked at them, confused. "How would you make a love potion?" Immediately they launched into an animated telling of the magic they had thought to use to accomplish it.

"We want ours to be better than that cheap knock off they sell in the stores. Doesn't do a thing, that."

Fred nodded in agreement.

"I don't think I want to know who you tried that on.." They both grinned.

"You don't."

Hermione thought for a minute. If they couldn't try it how would they know if it even worked? She grabbed their notebook and flipped until she found the corresponding recipe page for the love potion. It was a fairly simple potion but some of the ingredients would be hard to get…

"Why not exchange the lacewings with lolidrops? They'd be easier to get and-" The boys were looking at her funny. "What?" She asked annoyed.

"Well we were just thinking-"

Since you're here and all.."

They both wore sly smiles and slid closer to her.

"Would you want to test it?" They spoke in unison, excitement rampant in their speech and the way they ogled her. Hermione balked at them both. "Me!? Why me? Why not one of you?" They both shook their heads.

"We'd never live it down. Quidditch would be a nightmare. Besides its only for a day. We'll watch over you the whole time." Fred pleaded.

"Won't let you do nothing embarrassing either." George added.

Just need to pick who you fall for…"

Hermione blushed and closed the notebook, handing it back to George.

"I don't know you guys…" She watched as they put on their best goo goo eyes and begged on their knees. "Please please please pleeaaase." They kept on and on. She sighed. She was going to regret this she knew it.

"FINE! Fine. I'll do it." The twins hugged her in between them.

"YES!"

For the next few weeks leading up to Christmas break, they worked tirelessly on the love potion. Every spare minute Hermione could find, she was in the library looking up little known ingredients and jotting ideas into her notebook. Ron and Harry kept asking her what she was up to but left her alone once she said she was studying. She didn't like lying to them, but the twins would kill her if Ron found out.

The twins were busy getting ingredients together. They had both worked all summer to afford to fund their projects but they were running low. They got as much as they could from the student storage room but they had to be careful. They had been banned from it after all. What they couldn't get there, they bought from Hogsmeade, sneaking through the hidden passage before Quidditch practice. They hid them in their trunk. It was getting dangerously full despite the spell placed on it to make it bigger on the inside. By the time Christmas rolled around, they were all set. Hermione had brought a cauldron (hers was much nicer) and they had "borrowed" the other necessities for potion work from class.

"Alright, it should be done by mid week, right?" Hermione nervously stirred her cauldron as the boys added ingredients.

Fred nodded. "We let this steep then we add the lolidrops and ground unicorn horn mixture to it. Then its done."

Hermione's insides churned at the thought of being under the potions effects. But how else would they figure out if it worked? Oh, how did she get herself into these situations? George placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, we'll protect you. Won't we Fred?"

"Of course! You're a huge help. Can't have you quitting on us." They both smirked at her. But still, she felt loads better with these two at her side.

"Alright! I'll just cover this and then we wait." She placed the lid on her cauldron and slid it into place beneath the boys bed. At this point someone walked in the door and forgetting about the illusion on the bed she straightened up guiltily. She lost her balance and fell backwards into George's chest.

"Shh. If your too loud they'll hear you. The illusion only muffles noises." He spoke quietly in her ear and she shivered involuntarily at the feel of it. She moved quietly off of him, blushing deep crimson. The boys didn't notice. They were preoccupied with their notebook, checking the recipe and making sure they hadn't made any mistakes. By the time they looked back up, Hermione had calmed her flaming cheeks.

"Alright then. Everything looks good." Fred whispered and gave her a thumbs up.

George moved forward, eyes glinting and pulled her towards him. He pushed her behind them and she thought to protest but soon saw the reason. The boy who had entered was getting dangerously close to their bed, apparently looking for something on the floor around their bed. As he got closer Hermione grasped the twins hands in hers in fear. The boy put his hand on the bed to search under their bed and nobody moved or breathed. As he righted himself, triumphant with a pair of socks in his hand, he released the bed and didn't see a thing. The boys sighed with relief.

"That was close."

"Can you imagine McGonagall's face if she ever found out we had been sneaking a girl into our room?"

"Much less onto our bed with illusion magic around it."

"You know I didn't think about that."

They both looked back at Hermione, who was still tightly holding their hand.

"Sorry, you can come out now. He's gone." They pulled her back in front of them and released her. She mumbled her thanks and climbed out of their bed and towards the door.

"Bye Hermione."

"See ya mid week."

They both waved at her and she waved back and hurried to leave. That had been too close. Her heart was hammering like a jackhammer in her chest and her hands felt sweaty from holding onto theirs so tightly. Still, the boys had kept her safe, just as they said they would. She had been spending a lot of time with them recently and they had become good friends but for a moment she had thought.. She covered her face with her hands. She had thought he was going to kiss her!

For the next two days she avoided the twins. She stayed to herself in the library, really studying now. Ron and Harry studied with her, more distracting her than studying honestly. She joined in for a while but they decided to go fly their brooms around the stadium and she opted instead to study more. They said their byes and she pressed her nose firmly into her book. But apparently studying wasn't happening today. Less than thirty minutes later, the twins waltzed in the door, their eyes lighting up when they saw her. They each took a seat on either side of her.

"We've been looking for you." George said.

"We're headed into Hogsmeade for a break." Fred waved a blank parchment around.

"Wanna come?" They asked.

Hermione closed her book. "How are you getting there? I thought students weren't allowed without an escort." The twins rolled their eyes.

"Since when have we let rules stop us?" They grabbed her hands and half dragged her from the library.

"Wait I didn't put my book back." She frowned at the door to the library.

"It's fine. Lee is working off detention over the break." George smiled wickedly.

"Apparently someone painted the Slytherin door pink."

They pulled her along til they arrived at a statue which they immediately pulled out to reveal a hidden passage. They both started down into the dark but Hermione hesitated. She had never done something like this before. Breaking rules for the greater good had been noble. This was just for fun.

The boys reached a hand out each for her to grab, misreading her hesitation.

"There are torches further along."

"Let us help you down the stairs though. They're old."

Oh well..

She took their outstretched hands and they helped her into the dark tunnel. The statue slid closed above them, offering no time for second thoughts. They moved along at a steady pace, torches lighting up every few feet. The boys held onto her hands the entire way and Hermione found the contact comforting.

A small storage room waited at the end of the long tunnel and the boys let her go to check that the coast was clear.

They went one at a time and Hermione could feel the excitement and fear running full force through her veins. Had she become an adrenaline junky?

They made it out safely but she got funny looks from the passersby. When she mentioned it to the boys they realized for the first time what she was wearing.

"Of course!"

"Your clothes! They know you're a student!"

"We'll fix this hold on. Meet you at the shack."

Fred ran off and her and George snuck to the outskirts of town. Fred arrived quickly with a jacket and scarf.

"Here, this should fit."

She shrugged it on, making sure it covered all of her uniform. It was a nice coat, tan with fur insides that kept the heat in.

"Where'd you get this? Its so nice!"

Fred laughs. "We saved up money over the summer for ingredients."

Hermione frowned. "I hate you had to spend it on me."

George scoffed. "You've earned it. Now come on lets go check out the town."

The boys took her around to all the stores, and there were several. She watched as they tried on weird outfits in a consignment shop, laughing at them until they got kicked out. The candy shop was by far their favorite and they tried several freebies before buying a bag of every flavored beans. They even bought drinks at the pub, using an illusion to seem older and by the end of it they were quite tipsy. They ended the day by climbing the fence around the shrieking shack and watching the sun set.

"Hey, you ever wonder whats in there?" George asked.

Hermione huffed. "No, and I won't be finding out either. No way your talking me into that one." She was still trying to figure out how they had talked her into the alcohol!

Fred laughed. "Fine, fine. We'll save that for another time then."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. It had been a really good day and she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. Between studying and working with the twins, she hardly had any time to relax like this.

"Hey where did George go?" Fred looked to her other side for his twin but didn't have to wait long for an answer. A wet ball of snow hit him right in the side of the face at that moment. Hermione giggled until she was also hit with one. Oh, this meant war. They both hopped off the fence and promptly balled snow up.

"Ready, Hermione?" Fred asked.

She grinned as George held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Ready."

By the end of their snowball fight they were all drenched and laughing. Unfortunately it was getting dark quickly and they had to make their way back to the tunnel. They made it fine and talked all the way to their common room, too tipsy still to be scared of getting caught.

They stayed in the common room for a while, drying off. George was the first to go.

"The potion should be ready tomorrow Hermione. Don't forget to pick someone to fall for." George reminded her before heading off to bed with a tired yawn.

Fred stayed up a little longer with her, playing a game of wizards chess and chatting. Hermione yawned into her hand as they talked.

"Maybe you should head to bed. You look tired." Fred said as she yawned again.

"No, no I'm not ready for bed yet." She mumbled.

Fred shrugged and continued his story of what had happened when he had dropped a firework into a Slytherins potion one year. Hermione didn't hear the end of it. She dozed off. She remembered feeling an odd sort of swinging motion and something soft against her head, but was still mystified when she awoke in her bed the next morning. Fred must have carried her to bed. But what had been that feeling on her forehead?

She got dressed in her normal clothes for the day and hopped down the stairs to go to breakfast. She met the twins playing chess on her way.

"Hey you guys want to go to breakfast?"

They both stood and nodded.

"We figured we could try the potion after this, if your up for it." George muttered quietly, Harry and Ron were talking excitedly about a new broom that was coming out to her left. She nodded. She dodged Harry and Ron's request to visit Hagrid with the weak excuse of feeling ill and going to bed for the day. That should keep them from looking for her today. Fred and George gave her a thumbs up behind their back. They left breakfast first and Hermione met back up with them in their room, the potion already sitting waiting on their bed. She gulped. This was it.

"Alright then, don't forget to think of the person you want to be in love with while drinking it. On other people it would be who they saw last but since you know your taking it, this should be fine."

He handed her the small vial of potion. It was a sickly sweet pink color and she eyed it nervously.

"Don't worry, we got you Hermione." They both smiled encouragingly at her. She downed the whole bottle in one gulp intent on finishing it quickly, trying to think of only the boy she had picked for the experiment. Terrance was away from the school for Christmas so she couldn't embarrass herself too much she had thought. But thoughts of her time with the twins entered her mind, unbidden. The snowball fight, the days spent hanging out in the courtyard, pouring over notes together…She knew as soon as she drank it she had royally screwed up. She immediately felt hot all over. Like her nerve endings were alive with electricity. It was actually kind of pleasant. But then this deep need hit her right in the gut, a kind of hunger for… something. Or someone. She fidgeted uncomfortably under the boys gaze and turned completely red.

"Well? How is it?"

Come on. Tell us!"

They were both watching her expectantly but she just shook her head as they closed in on her.

"Ah it must not have worked." They frowned and began jotting down notes in their notebook but Hermione wasn't paying that any attention. She was noticing the outline of their bodies under their shirts. Their delicate hands as they flitted across the paper. Fred had left the collar of his button down unbuttoned and she could see his chest peaking out. All of it worked her up in a way unfamiliar. But she needed something. She needed them. The intensity of it frightened her and she clamped her mouth tightly shut. The boys were deep in concertation and didn't notice her internal struggle.

"Maybe if we steeped it longer at this point.."

"Perhaps we need better quality.."

"No, no. That goes there."

She only heard clips of what they were saying. A warmth was spreading into her nether regions as she watched them. The curve of their mouths as they spoke, the way George ran his hand through his hair in frustration, the way Fred's shirt rode up when he stretched. She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to explode.

"Guys." The word came out more like a moan than she intended.

They both looked up at her, worried.

"Is something wrong Hermione?"

She really didn't want to say it. Oh, but she really did.

"I don't think we made a love potion."

They looked at her confused. "Then what did we make?"

She looked up at them, lust filling her mind. "Lust." She whispered it, embarrassed at the thought of them knowing that she was feeling this.

They were both silent for a long stretch of time.

"Shit." Fred murmured.

"Its fine, its fine. As long as we keep her away from whoever she thought of, it'll be fine for a day." George tried to calm a hysteric Fred.

"Um, guys…" She really didn't want to say this. "That may be a problem." She whispered.

Both of them waited breathless for her to continue, moving closer to hear her. Her next act caught them all by surprise. She pulled Fred into her and kissed him passionately. George pulled her back and held her down on the bed, murmuring curses.

"You thought of Fred!?" He shouted incredulously.

Him holding her down was effecting her in a way she hadn't expected it to. She stretched her arms out and caused George to fall towards her a few inches. She only had to stretch forward and… She brushed her lips against his before Fred pulled him back off of her.

"I think she thought of both of us, George." They were visibly shaken. And Hermione really tried to stop, she really did. But the feeling in her belly was growing and she just couldn't control it. She moaned and bit her lip.

"I'm sorry you guys. I wasn't trying to, it was an accident." She stalked across the bed on her hands and knees towards them.

"If this wasn't so hot I might actually be afraid." George muttered.

"What are we going to do George?" Fred wailed.

"I don't know let me think!" He shouted.

But Hermione didn't give them a chance for that. She crawled up to George and pressed another kiss to his lips. He moaned beneath her but pushed her back.

"Not helping Hermione."

She frowned at him. "I know that but I.." She blushed. "I can't stop." She pulled his shirt up and splayed her fingers along the skin of his stomach. Fred pulled her quickly into his lap, holding her down with his arms.

"I'll hold her while you think of something."

But Hermione wasn't giving up that easily. He may have her body captured but she could still wiggle. She rocked her hips back and forth into him and it had the desired affect. His breath caught and he loosened his hold in surprise. She jumped at the chance, immediately turning herself around in his arms. She had one leg on either side of him, trapping him under her.

"I'm really sorry about this Fred." She mumbled, not really feeling sorry at all. She threaded her hands through his hair and crushed her mouth to his. This time he didn't fight her. He kissed her back, arms encircling her again. But it only lasted for a second. He stilled beneath her and with effort, pulled her off of him and trapped her on the bed with his hands holding hers and his legs keeping hers still. She struggled against him for a moment but he was too strong. She cried out in frustration.

"I'm sorry Hermione but its for your own good." He looked down at her with eyes half lidded with desire. He wanted her too. She just had to break him.

"Please?" She begged with glistening eyes but he just shook his head. George was focused solely on his notebook, muttering to himself and shaking his head. A tear slid down Hermione's cheek.

"I can't take it Fred. I need it. Please. It hurts."

He still shook his head but she could see his eyes soften above her.

"I can't Hermione. Not like this. Its not right." He closed his eyes tightly.

She burned inside for him. For them both. What could get her what she wanted? She was so frustrated. Tears were sliding unchecked down her face.

She tried every tactic she could think of. She pleaded, she accused. Nothing worked. Finally, she gave up and just lay there bawling.

"Fred." George spoke up after half an hour had passed.

"You find something?" Fred sounded hopeful. Hermione was too.

"We will just have to wait until it wears off." He admitted sadly.

Fred sighed. "Fine, lets take her to her room."

"Are you crazy? She can't be seen in this state!"

"Then what do we do?"

George thought for a moment. "We'll have to tie her up."

"Really? But.." He looked down at Hermione beneath him and seemed to understand. "Alright then."

They tied her down to their bed and each took spots on the floor beside her. Neither one got much sleep that night, guilt over tying their friend down keeping them awake.

The next morning when they woke up they warily untied her. She was absolutely mortified.

"Don't attack us ok? We're sorry."

Hermione wearily shook her head and cried. "I'm so sorry! I really wasn't trying to think of you two! It just sort of popped into my head." She hugged both of their necks and they patted her back.

"We thought you'd be mad at us honestly."

"Yeah, we made you take the potion after all."

Hermione just shook her head. "I wanted to take it. Besides it wasn't… all that bad." She blushed and the twins balked.

"W-what?" They stammered.

Hermione fidgeted nervously. "Nothing, nothing. Forget it!" She flew to the door but the twins grabbed her before she made it halfway.

"Don't be like that!"

"We need to know!"

"Hermione!" They both groaned as she tried to leave again. She stopped struggling and accepted she would have to own up.

"I only meant that I-I've never really felt like that before and when I was getting what I wanted… well… you know.." She mumbled the last part.

The twins grinned at each other.

"You know Hermione."

"You only have to ask."

She looked down at her feet, not saying a word and as red as a tomato.

The twins brought her back to their bed. Fred pulled her into his lap again like before, only this time he didn't trap her with his arms. George crawled to her like she had done to him the night before and her breath caught in her lungs. He stopped a hairs breath from her face.

"I'm not doing anything unless you say it." She could see the wicked gleam in his eyes and grunted at him in aggravation.

"You didn't seem to mind voicing it last night." Fred whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver at the lust in his voice.

In a small voice barely above a whisper, she answered. "Please?"

It was the only invitation he needed. He melded his lips to hers, pushing his tongue past her lips to play with hers. Obviously she had pushed them farther than they could handle last night and they were making up for it. She felt her shirt lifting and felt Fred's hands slowly travel up her body. His hands were light brushes against her and he made quick work of pulling her shirt over her head, George pulling back out of the way to accommodate his brother.

"If we go too far just tell us to stop and we will." Fred whispered in her ear again and she nodded, not sure if she would be able to speak around the knot in her throat. George brought his hands to the top of her pants, pushing his fingers into the rim and watching her steadily. He must have found what he was looking for in her face, though she wasn't sure what he was seeing. He pulled them gently down her legs and threw them to the foot of the bed. Hermione wished she had planned this.. Her underwear were an old pair that had a few holes in them. But George didn't seem to care he pulled them off with the same slow movement. Fred had unhooked her bra with little effort and his hands took its place holding her breasts. He squeezed them softly, his breath heavy in her ear. She felt a familiar fire being stoked inside her at his gentle menstruations. When his lips fell to caress her neck she moaned quietly. This seemed to fuel both of them. She could feel Fred's erection pressing into her back and George had begun to run his hands up her thighs. When he got close to her sex, she held her breath in anticipation. But he moved right over it and up. Then back down, teasing around her opening. She whined after a minute of this and he smirked. Finally he spread her wide and placed his thumb against her sensitive area. She didn't realize she wasn't breathing until Fred nipped her collarbone softly and her breath hitched. As soon as she was distracted by Fred, George started moving his thumb in a circular motion. Hermione moaned loudly, biting her lip to try and stifle it.

"Look here." Fred grabbed her face with one hand and pulled her lips to his.

His other hand gently pinched her nipple and he swallowed the moans she let out at the combination of them both. It felt amazing. The feel of something pushing into her folds caused her to look down in a panic. Fred went back to nipping and kissing her neck and Hermione watched as George pushed a finger inside her. As he sped up her moans got louder and she panted heavily. Fred took her mouth with his again, smothering the noise and making her breathless. George moved in and out of her faster and his thumb circled wildly. She was approaching the peak of her ecstasy when he stopped. She cried out her displeasure into Fred who she felt smiling before he released her lips.

"Relax, we're just switching." Fred moved in front of her and George was now the one behind her.

Fred removed his shirt and she ogled his bare chest. He pulled her away from George just a little and propped his face in front of her sex. What is he…? She didn't have a chance to wonder for long. He plunged his tongue between her folds, swirling it around her area. Her hands were in his hair in an instant. George had taken both his shirt and pants off behind her and caught her lips as Fred had, muffling her cries of pleasure. She could feel the movement of him stroking himself behind her.

As soon as Fred stuck a finger gently into her opening, it felt like the world was exploding around her. Her whole body convulsed. She pulled Fred's hair tightly and he held her hips in place with one hand while he continued to push in and out of her with his fingers. George released her lips and bit her shoulder, hard. Causing her to cry out louder than she already was.

When it was over Fred hovered over her, pants unbuttoned and ready to come off. But he hesitated.

He grabbed her face and looked steadily into her eyes.

"If you don't want this, let us know now." She looked right back at him, not hesitating for a second.

"I do."

He kicked his pants off and pulled his underwear off, revealing himself to her. He ripped open a little package and sheathed his cock with it before he positioned himself at her opening, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. When he pushed into her gently she hissed and closed her eyes. George kissed her gently and Fred apologized.

"It won't hurt for long." He promised.

And he was right. After a few more gentle in and out motions with his cock, and she began to feel a familiar pleasure. He pushed into her faster and she moved her hips to meet his. She could hear his breathing growing labored and finally he stilled, groaning and twitching inside her. He pulled out of her and kissed her gently before switching places with George. He smiled mischievously at her, his cock already covered and ready.

"Ready?" He asked her.

"Y-yeah." Her voice sounded hoarse.

He pushed into her a little less gently than Fred had. He pounded into her and Fred held her in place as she moaned and screamed his name. He grasped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers while whispering sweet words in her ear.

Their combined prowess pushed her back over that edge once more and she felt her walls clench around George. It was just as good as the first, filling her with so much pleasure she couldn't contain it. She let Fred muffle her cries with peppered kisses. George pushed into her a few more times before he too groaned and released. He pulled out of her and fell promptly back on the bed, all of them too spent to speak. They fell into a relaxed silence, their heavy breathing the only noise.

Hermione's brain caught up to her after a few short minutes. What had she just done? Did she just give her virginity up that easily? Her parents would be so disappointed. She had just begun to panic when the boys pulled themselves to either side of her, each placing a kiss on her cheeks and nuzzling into her neck. They put an arm each over her middle and closed their eyes restfully. The sight made Hermione smile. Over the past few months together she had come to really care for the two of them. She ran her hands through their hair and they both smiled drowsily up at her. As far as firsts go, she could have picked worse. She relaxed into them, her arms resting under their heads comfortably, and fell promptly asleep between them.