This was originally a one shot so forgive any timeline issues lol
I own nothing, and its a sore subject
Also, remember SMUT
So far, Hermione's summer break had been filled with reading. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered her. She enjoyed reading more than anything else. But she had little else to do. She marked her place in Magical Moments in Mundane History with a flowery bookmark and shut it with a sigh. She wished she could visit her friends or something. She would even settle for a walk around the block at this point.
Her parents, though muggles, had begun to hear the whispers about You-Know-Who from the families in Diagon Alley. They had been keeping her safely tucked away in the house and refused to let her step a toe outside. She understood, really. But if anything, she was in more danger here in one place than out there. But they wouldn't hear one word of it, insisting they could keep her safe. Nothing like staring at the same old walls every day to liven up a summer. The phone ringing from the kitchen counter interrupted her self pity. She picked up the pen and notepad beside the phone before answering, ready to take a message for her parents.
"Hello?"
"HERMIONE!"
A drum of voices assaulted her eardrums to the point that she had to drag it away from her ear to keep from going deaf.
"CAN YOU HEAR US?" She could hear Ron yelling slow and loud into the speaker quite clearly from where she held it in front of her.
"These things are quite the marvel aren't they? I hope you let me take it apart harry, I'm sure I could manage to put it back together…" Mr. Weasley could be heard in the background chatting happily.
She heard noise as if the phone was being past and recognized Harry's voice.
"Sorry bout that Hermione. I tried to tell them not to shout at you."
She laughed. "Its fine. I'm sure my ears will recover eventually. It's good to hear from you."
"You too how have you-" A small bang reverberated across their connection, interrupting his question.
"What was that?"
"Just one of Fred and George's experiments again."
Hermione's stomach did a flip at the mention of the twins. After their tryst over the Christmas break, they had stolen as many secret moments together as they could. They pulled her into an empty storage room in between classes whenever they got the chance for a few stolen kisses in the dark, their hands fumbling the length of her body in clumsy need. She always left breathless and bothered. Once while she was in Herbology George had convinced her teacher, with a very official looking letter, that he had been sent to fetch Hermione for some important business. Instead, she had ended up between him and Fred in the Quidditch room showers. But other than that, they only had time between classes and Quidditch practice, which they used mostly for working on their experiments. They hadn't actually talked about what exactly they were, a fact that Hermione had been obsessing over for the past two weeks.
She heard their muffled voices in the background.
"Is that Hermione?"
"Tell her we say hi."
"Is she coming to visit finally?"
The Weasley's had invited her at the start of summer, as they had every year. She had told them about her families fears and they had understood.
"Actually we were calling her to see if maybe we could visit her place." Harry mumbled into the phone. Hermione very nearly dropped the phone in excitement.
"Are you serious!? OF course! Well, I'll have to ask my parents but how will you get here, harry? I don't have all that much room here either." Hermione talked rapidly, thinking of all she would need to get ready for her friends arrival.
"Alright well how does this weekend sound? I'll see about showing Mr. Weasley how to rent a hotel." She heard Mr. Weasley's shout of delight at this, despite the worried note that was evident in Harry's voice.
"I'll ring them now and call you right back then." She said a hurried goodbye and dialed her dads work number. He answered on the second ring and she begged and begged until he relented. She called and told Harry the good news before giddily setting to work cleaning the house and trying hard not to think about seeing the twins again and failing entirely.
By the time the weekend rolled around, Hermione was a nervous bundle of nerves. This was the first time her family would be meeting all of the Weasley's in one place, outside of Diagon Alley. That was enough to make her jittery on its own. Add in the fact that she would be introducing the boys to her parents and she was positively terrified. Harry had told her they would take the train from the nearest grate exit and should be there around noon. As the train was only a short walk away he waved off her offer to pick them up. They'd have to make two trips for that. Her mother had prepared lunch for the group, Hermione reminding her just how many Weasley's there were. Her father hid all the things he thought Mr. Weasley might have some sort of interest in taking apart and locked them safely in the closet, which turned out to be most of the loose objects in the house. Hermione help set the table and prep with her mom but was left with nothing to do. She settled on distracting herself with a book which worked quite well. It seemed like no time at all until the doorbell rang and she ran to answer it. She was greeted by Harry and Ron, both looking wholly annoyed. It didn't take long to figure out why. His dad had bought several souvenirs and currently he was holding a flashlight turning it on and off, mumbling "Marvelous" every few seconds. She greeted them both with a quick hug before standing back and letting them through the door. She got a hug around the neck from Ginny next, then Percy, and Finally the twins.
She worked to not blush when they whispered "Missed you" in her ears, grinning like loons escaped from Azkaban.
Molly pulled her husband through the door with a "Hello Hermione dear, its so good to see you again."
Her mother shook hands with everyone, except the twins who insisted on hugging her. Fred latched himself with eyes alight, to her father who mumbled answers with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. Mrs. Weasley complimented her home and lamented, much to her mothers happiness, how hard house work must be without magic. Ron and Harry were ogling the food cooking in the oven, Harry explaining rather roughly how electricity worked. Ginny and Percy had found the pictures on the mantle and stared at their flat surfaces in confusion. The twins were out of sight, which never boded well.
Before long the food was done and they had all crowded around their dining room table. It proved too small to house both their combined families and Hermione, Ron, and Harry had ended up scrunched together on the living room couch.
"How've you been Hermione?" Ron spoke between bites.
"Bored, honestly. Mum and Dad have me on lockdown all summer." She spoke quietly.
"We noticed. Not that I blame them. Mom has been a nightmare too." He rolled his eyes, not bothering to be quiet.
"I'm just glad I was able to come at all. Not that the Dursleys would care if Voldemort attacked me along the way. I bet they'd remember that day better than they ever remembered my birthday." Harry grinned and Hermione winced, feeling insensitive.
"Well, have you two been studying so far?" Both her friends rolled their eyes at her.
"No way." Ron grumbled.
"Summer is for fun Hermione, of course we haven't." Harry laughed.
She sighed. "I've already read our entire summer reading list and you two haven't even started."
They both looked at her in wide eyed shock. "That was loads of books Hermione! I'm not sure we were meant to read them all!"
They joked and talked between them, the rest of the families joining them little by little, until it had started to grow dark. After everyone had said their goodbyes, Mr. Weasley with obvious reluctance and her dad with great enthusiasm, Hermione saw them off at the door with promises of a picnic tomorrow evening. The twins walked out last, winking at her conspiratorially as they passed. What was that about? She shrugged it off and shut the door with a last wave before they walked the short distance back to the train station.
Hermione helped her mother with the dishes and cleaning up after so many people. By the time they were done, it was late. Her parents said their goodnight and headed to their room on the first floor. Hermione picked her book back up and read for a few more hours until she was also too tired to stay awake. She climbed the stairs with a stifled yawn, her book tucked safely under her arm. She pushed it back in place on her bookshelf in her room and shed her clothes, dressing in a shirt two sizes too big that she used as a nightgown in the summer heat. She pulled the sheet around her shoulders and dozed off.
A thump at her window woke her up. Half asleep, she pulled the curtains back and yelped in surprise. She covered her mouth and listened for any noise from downstairs. After a few seconds of quiet, she opened the window and the twins tumbled onto her desk noiselessly.
"Hermione!" Fred leapt lightly to her floor, followed closely by George.
"We'd hoped you'd still be awake." George dusted dirt from his pants as he straightened up.
"I wasn't, your thumping woke me." Hermione grumbled at them.
"Sorry." They chimed. They didn't sound sorry at all.
"Why're sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" She rubbed her eyes groggily.
"We missed you."
"We haven't had anytime to ourselves in forever."
They pulled her into their arms and held her tightly.
"We've got so much to show you." George pulled his familiar notebook form behind his back. It looked slightly worse for wear, the binding was coming slightly unglued. They sat on her bed like they had always belonged there and sat her between them. They weren't lying about a lot to show her and before long Hermione was enchanted by their exciting experiments.
"That's impossible! How did you counteract the freezing side effect?"
George smiled smugly. "Trade secret there Hermione."
"Yeah, nothing we can do." Fred sighed overdramatically.
"Unless.." They stalked closer to her.
"You make it worth our while." Their eyes sparked with a torturous glint.
Hermione blushed but it was invisible in the dark room. "And how would I go about doing that?" She purred with a confidence she didn't really feel. Her voice cracked, revealing her nerves.
"Leave the details to us, love."
They placed a hand each on her thighs, pulling them apart sweetly. George pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Man, I missed doing that."
Fred's hand traveled to hook under the middle of her underwear, feeling the heat that they were causing there.
"Me too." He kissed her just as sweetly. George moved his lips to her shoulder where it peaked from her much too large shirt that she had begun to regret wearing, leaving feather light presses all along it.
They were doing this in her bedroom! With her parents right down the stairs! Her heart couldn't take it, beating a mile a minute at the thought of being caught.
"You guys, we shouldn't-" She lost her train of thought as Fred inched his fingers further into her underwear.
"Why not?" George mumbled, stopping in his attempt to hitch her shirt over her head.
"My parents are just down stairs. I-I don't think that I can.. Um.. Be quiet enough." She had to concentrate on her argument because Fred was pressing the tip of his thumb over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her opening. But he waited respectfully for her to make up her mind.
"Just tell us what you want Hermione." George whispered enticing.
She groaned. She wanted them. Her legs vibrated with need but she bit that reply back.
"I-I can't." She moaned. They immediately pulled back and smiled sweetly at her.
"Can we spend the night then?" Fred held her hand with an innocent lopsided grin. George had already kicked off his shoes and scooted into her bed. She rolled her eyes at their antics.
"As long as your quiet, but I don't think we can all fit in my bed." Hermione eyed her tiny bed, imagining trying to sleep squished together.
George snorted and lay down on his side, pulling Hermione into the crook of his arm. She felt Fred lay down behind her, his manhood still excited from their fumbling, and lay his had delicately against her exposed hip. She had to admit it was quite comfortable. Her head was inches from George and he kissed her forehead reverently.
"So how has your summer been so far?"
She laughed at the normalcy of the question. "I missed you guys too. You've ruined me, I was growing bored of my books of all things." They played along, gasping in mock horror.
"We've ruined her, Fred."
"We should be taken away."
Fred pulled her wild hair from her shoulder and nuzzled closer as they talked.
"We've been talking about getting another job this summer so we can buy ingredients like last year. Even with Harry's start up capital from the tournament, we need some more wiggle room. Mom thinks we should go to Romania and work with Charlie this time. We could probably get tons of little known ingredients from there so we were going to do it." George recounted with excitement and the thought of it had Hermione thinking of all the rare books on dragons Ron had told her that his brother hoarded.
"If you can convince your parents, you'll be more than safe with us." Fred purred in her ear.
Hermione frowned. "I could try I suppose. But I doubt they'll like that." She longed to go so much.
"Leave it to us." George said confidently.
"We're pros at this." said Fred.
They talked well into the night until she couldn't keep her eyes open. When she awoke the twins were gone and a note lay on the pillow next to her.
Sorry we didn't wake you, see you this evening
P.S you snore
She blushed in embarrassment and shoved the note in one of the drawers in her desk.
The boys had stayed true to their word come the next day. They had drawn her parents off to the side and when they had come back they had somehow done it. Her parents told her she could visit with the Weasley's until the end of summer. By the end of the weekend, her trunk was packed and ready to go. Whenever she had asked them how they had done it, they winked and said "Magic." She hugged her parents goodbye and they had all made quick work of the train and had taken the Floo powder grate back.
She unpacked her bag in Ginny's room and they ate dinner together, which was much louder than it had been at her house. She couldn't believe she was getting to go to Romania! To work with dragons. She could hardly believe it. The fact that she would spend the whole summer with the twins was an added bonus. Maybe she could work up the courage to ask the boys what exactly they were doing…
"Now Hermione dear, while your working with Charlie do be careful dear. Dragons can be a bit dangerous." Mrs. Weasley had fussed over her most of the day with tidbits of information.
"She's fine mum." George sighed.
"She probably knows more about dragons than any of us." She blushed at Fred's praise.
"I know, I know. I can't help but worry about you three." She cast a pointed glare at her sons. "
You two especially. Don't cause your brother any trouble while your down there or I'll come drag you back by your ears." The twins grinned at her familiar threats.
"That's cruel you know."
"What if they stretch and we have to join the circus in shame mum?"
"You'd feel horrible."
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at her silly boys and cleared the plates.
"Go de-gnome the garden if you have so much time to yammer." They shut up immediately and Mrs. Weasley smirked with a triumphant gleam in her eye before heading into the kitchen.
"Come on Hermione, work on some experiments with us." The twins pulled her from the table and no one noticed their absence. Harry and Ron had their heads firmly in a game of wizards chess, Ginny was busy arguing with Percy, and Mr. Weasley had dissapeared into his workshop with his new toys as soon as he got back.
They led her to a desk in the living room that was strewn with parchment. They poured over their notes all afternoon, unable to do any magic to test anything, but came up with increasingly unlikely new spells and goofing off. By the time they had noticed the time, the house was quiet as the grave.
"Wow we've been working on this for hours." George stretched his arms high above his head.
"Sorry we kept you up so late Hermione." Fred apologized. She shook her head.
"Are you kidding? We've come up with so many unique things to try when we get back to school. You couldn't have made me go to bed if you tried." She yawned as she spoke. It was quite late though. Fred's hand brushed against hers. "Follow us." They led her out the back door in absolute silence. They stalked across the yard into a small group of trees. It was pretty dark and she held onto George's hand as they walked. She could make out a shadowy outline of a building as they approached it. She heard a door creek ahead and George mumbled "Watch the step."
Once they were inside Fred lit a match and held it to a lantern on a table in the middle of a little shack. It was quite cozy, a bed was pushed into one corner. large trunks took up a large portion of the far wall and several board games were laying in disarray on the floor.
"Is this… a clubhouse?" The grin the boys gave her looked spooky in the flickering light.
"Yep. We come out here for the dangerous stuff." George pulled a melted cauldron from under the table and tossed it lightly to Fred who laughed.
"Almost landed on my foot when we were making it." He tossed it lightly into a corner and it clattered lightly.
"Welcome to headquarters." They spoke in unison.
Hermione snorted at the name. "Headquarters, really?" The twins rolled their eyes at her.
"Oh yeah? And I guess you can do so much better." Fred taunted.
"I definitely could." She gloated.
"Go ahead then if your so clever." George pressed.
"Judging from that it should be 'The Place Cauldrons Come To Die'" Hermione grinned.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny."
"We could use P.C.C.T.D for short." She backed up as the boys moved toward her smiling.
"Alright, enough of that."
"Your terrible at this." Fred shook his head at her.
"I thought it was pretty good." She lamented in a false crestfallen tone.
The twins caught her and ruffled her hair.
"Sure you did."
"Come on we have a surprise."
They walked over to the bed, pulling a box from underneath it. "We made this before school ended, expecting you to come over sometime for the summer. Get the light, Fred."
Fred blew the lantern out and they were plunged into darkness. She heard George pull the lid off and fumble with something inside it. After several minutes of silence, a bright blue butterfly emerged from in front of George and lit up the area around it. Another joined it in the air, fluttering in the opposite direction. Before long the room was full of translucent blue butterflies. They ghosted over her skin like a breeze as they went by her. It was mesmerizing. She felt Fred grab her hand and she jolted in surprise.
"You like them?" He whispered in her ear. George sat on her other side and grabbed her other hand with a smile.
"Of course their beautiful." She could hardly look away from them.
"How did you-"
"Bioluminescent mushrooms." George answered before she could finish asking, already knowing she would want to know.
"We made a recipe to extract their glow and form it into translucent shapes. It took a while to get it perfect."
She watched them flutter aimlessly, making the room bright with soft blue light. She wasn't sure how long they sat together like that, just watching them flutter silently. But before Hermione knew it, she was kissing them both. One for George, one for Fred. The boys kept pulling her back and forth, sharing her between them until she was dizzy on them. Fred's kisses were slow and sweet while George's were full of passionate fire. It didn't take long before her hands were tangling in their hair. George trapped her with his hands in her hair and faced her toward him fully. She could feel Fred's body on her hips from behind her. She sat up on her knees to gain leverage to push forward into George and press her hips further into Fred, who grabbed hold of them on either side. She rolled her hips and Fred directed her movements gently.
George had her shirt off in a second and was moving to remove her bra. Fred moved back to pull her pants and underwear off and she lifted her legs to help kick them off. Fire was trapped underneath her skin where they touched, making her tingle and her body arch in expectation. She was exposed completely to them and she flushed slightly at the realization. She reached with unsteady hands to the hem of George's shirt and he let her pull it off, mussing his hair into sexy spikes with her clumsiness. She hadn't really had time to ogle them before, so now she made up for lost time. She let her eyes and hands wander George's chest and he waited for her patiently. He had a well built body no doubt from years spent in quidditch practice and on their mischief fueled thirst for knowledge. she felt Several scars along his stomach and she kissed each one as she went. She felt Fred's warm chest behind her and the skin of his legs brushed hers and she knew he was undressed. She turned and placed a hand on his chest too, drinking in the sight of him too, and both boys eyed her hungrily. She let her eyes roam down to Fred's cock, ready and waiting. It made her blush.
George stood and pulled her to her feet and led her to the comfort of the bed. She plopped on it and watched as George unbuttoned and kicked off his pants, the action making her bite her lip in anticipation. Fred joined her on the bed, laying his body fully over her, demanding her undivided attention. The heat of him drove her desire higher and his mouth roamed lazily over her body, untethered to time here as they had been at school. He pulled her nipple in between his teeth and she hissed at the unfamiliar sensation. He sucked on the tiny bud and she moaned at the feel of it. He switched between nipping and sucking and she began to enjoy the subtle pain, pulling his hair in her hands in unconscious intervals. When he stopped and moved off of her she saw George lay beside her and pull her to him. They took up positions on either side of her, just like they had slept last night in her bedroom.
"We got a good idea last night while you were sleeping." George's voice was a deep sultry rumble in her ear.
Fred moved his fingers to circle her nipple as he spoke. "You know how much we love to experiment." She could almost feel the sly grin she knew was on his face.
She audibly cleared her throat. "What idea?"
The twins didn't answer.
George pulled one of her legs over his hip and settled himself against her folds, rubbing himself up and down them teasingly. Though from his rough breathing, she wasn't sure who was being teased more. She rocked her hips forward in impatience but Fred held her in place with his hands and Hermione whined at their torture. Fred laughed darkly and pushed himself against her bottom. He slid his cock closer to her back door and she looked back at him in panic. He kissed her lips and looked in her eyes.
"I'll back off if you don't like it." He held her gaze as he pressed himself barely into her. He had something wet all over him and he slid in, just a little, easily. She hissed and he stilled, waiting for her to get used to the alien feeling.
George on the other hand, took this opportunity to press himself between her folds and plunge deep into her. She momentarily forgets how to breath. Then George began gently but swiftly moving inside her with enough push to rock her bottom into Fred with gentle force. Fred held her hips with his hands and kept her from getting speared. His fingers pressed into her there and the gentle bite drove her higher. The pleasure of George fucking her took the sting out of Fred's steady progress behind her and she was a panting mess between them. Before long he was halfway inside of her and was moving slowly in and out of her at a much kinder pace than the punishing one George was building towards.
She was glad they were in the middle of the woods because she was screaming as loud as she could, unable to control her volume in the unrelenting attention they were giving her. Her nails were dug into George's shoulders and she clawed them down his back, making him arch and kiss her with blistering heat. Fred pulled her back by her hair, unlocking her lips from George and pressed nips all along her shoulder, steadily pushing with gentle glides into her backside. It had lost most of the sting by now and she had begun to enjoy the feeling.
George pulled her eyes to his with a mumbled "Look at me." and watched her as he fucked her and the look in his eyes was enough to propel her further towards her release. If only he would just… He reached his hand between them and pressed a finger at her apex, slowing only for a second to adjust, and circling it gently. She knotted her hands in George's hair and Fred whispered in her ear.
"I want you to come with me." It was a low and heavy groan and she was happy to oblige.
She cried out and her skin was alive with blissful sensation between them. Fred groaned as he released too but George kept going, dragging her orgasm on and on until she was spent. He finally huffed and pumped into once more before pressing his forehead to hers.
"Fuck." He panted.
"Seconded." Fred replied.
Fred pulled his arms around her in a tight hug and she sighed, completely euphoric. George pulled out of her and tossed the condom in the trash before returning to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. They lay like that, naked and content, until Hermione's eyelids began to droop.
"Hey Hermione." George broke the silence and she stirred sleepily.
"Yeah?" She yawned.
"We had something to ask you."
"We got a little side tracked." She could feel Fred's laugh reverberate through her.
"Okay, ask away." She mumbled as she pulled George closer to bury her face in his chest.
"Will you be our girlfriend?" They whispered together. Hermione was awake now. She was blushing and smiling wide.
"OF course I will! I thought you'd never ask." She laughed as they squeezed her between them. The boys peppered her all over with kisses, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, her face. Her boys. Her twins.
"I've been worried about what exactly we were all summer." She laughed, no longer feeling nervous about mentioning her fears.
"Why would you be worried, Hermione?" George frowned at her.
"Yeah, we adore you." Fred added.
Hermione kissed them lovingly. They spoke in quiet voices until the light of the butterflies began to dim.
"We better get back inside." George mumbled unhappily. "Before someone wakes up and notices we're gone."
They got dressed and snuck back into the house, kissing her at the door to Ginny's room and wishing her goodnight. She closed the door and lay against it, happier than she could ever remember being.