What did you put in my drink!? for coonassblondie [NC-17] -- FW/HG/GW
Title: What did you put in my drink!?
Author: feigned_living ★
Recipient's LJ name: coonassblondie
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Fred/Hermione/George
Word Count: 1487
Warnings: double penetration, almost infidelity, almost twincest
Summary: Hermione's bachelorette party takes a wrong turn when the twins slip an experimental potion in her drink.
Author's notes: Not normally something I write, but I hope I did alright for you :)
When Ginny drank she had a tendency to run her mouth; that's how the whole thing started. The twins saw their last chance to pull one over on Hermione; she would be drunk and off-guard at her bachelorette party. It wasn't hard to get Ginny to do their dirty work, slipping it in Hermione's drink. But Hermione was sure they hadn't expected their little sister to reveal their dastardly plot and their hiding place.
Hermione stormed to the nearest empty backstage area, feeling flustered and mildly light-headed. The twins were a little surprised, in fact, Fred looked downright mortified... that was unusual. But Hermione was unfazed. "What did you put in my drink?"
"Technically it was-"
"Not Ginny." Hermione cut him off. George and that charming smirk of his! Charming? No, she hated that smug look. Well she wasn't falling for it. "What was in it?"
"George, we should go."
"No!" Hermione had no idea why she heard George's voice agreeing with her. Her eyes, a bit wide from shock, flicked toward Fred. Her pupils were dilated. She pressed on. "I want an answer."
"Oh, no, you really don't."
Why was George so close and why did he smell so good? Like parchment and ink. Hermione shook her head to try and focus... not on the smooth curve of Fred's jaw where it sloped up to meet his throat - on his guilty expression! "Fred..." Hermione narrowed her eye a bit, singling out the weaker link, "Tell me!"
"Golden opportunity here, Fred." George was closer, moving behind her. Hand on the small of her back. Slowly rubbing circles. Hermione involuntarily leaned back against him.
Fred hadn't answered. "Tell me!" She was insistent, but forgetting about why it was getting very warm in here suddenly. Hermione ran one hand gently across her over-exposed cleavage and - was that George's hand on her arse? No, couldn't be. But Fred was so close. Pursing his lips in thought. Devious, plotting, perfect lips.
Hermione reached her hand out toward his face but stopped herself. No. Wrong. Ron's brother. Brothers. This wasn't one of her 5th year fantasies. But why was he so close... so blurry... so enticing...
"Go on, Hermione." George was talking to her, whispering in her ear. Hermione's whole body was flushed. "It's your party, you can do whatever - whoever you want."
Hermione hesitated. The suddenly very quiet voice of reason told her to go home. Rest. Find an antidote. But there was a part of Hermione speaking up that was usually repressed. The part that could rationalize breaking the rules and all the bad that she had done for the greater good. The part that told her cold feet was normal - and it was okay to act on it as long as Ron never knew.
"What do you want, Hermione?"
Fred. Usually loud, obnoxious and immature. And suddenly the quiet, reluctant, nervous one. Hermione watched him, absentmindedly rubbing against George's hand on her hip. "Fred."
George grinned and gave a soft chuckle. "Well this is an unexpected turn of events, eh Fred?" George's hand brushed against the soft skin of her stomach. Her hip nudged against him as Hermione slowly grew more comfortable with the idea.
Fred din't move, even when Hermione brushed her fingertips against his lips - soft, not like Ron's forever-chapped lips. Temptation was getting too sweet to pass up suddenly. "C'mon then, Fred. You heard the lady. It's her party after all."
The idea that this was wrong appeared to cross Fred's expression. But it was gone as soon as it appeared. It wasn't like they planned this. And she had to want it to begin with or the potion wouldn't have worked at all. Sure, Fred was shocked, but definitely not against the idea.
Tentatively, Fred's lips pressed against Hermione's. She didn't hesitate. In fact, she practically pounced him. If George hadn't already had a hold of his brother's shoulders, Fred might have toppled over with Hermione on top of him. Hermione giggled, one hand tangling into his hair and the other clutching a handful of his shirt. Heat flooded Hermione's face, spreading down across her chest as Fred's tongue tangled with hers and his hands grasped her arse rather firmly.
Great as it was, Hermione knew it couldn't last. She just didn't expect George to be the voice of reason at that point. "You two might want to get out of the hallway." Fred pried one hand from Hermione's arse to shove it in his twin's face. George was unrelenting. He took a different approach, leaning in close to Hermione's ear, breath hot against her delicate neck as he brushed her curls aside. "There's dressing rooms about two feet away, you know. Get Fred in there and you can have his clothes off in no time."
"What about yours?"
For the first time in a long time, both twins looked a little shell-shocked. But there was hardly time to respond before Hermione turned her head to capture George in a kiss that sent the blood rushing straight to his cock. Without missing a step Hermione pulled them both into the nearest room. And as suddenly as the potion had taken affect on Hermione, Hermione took affect on the twins.
What Fred and George had neglected to account for in their experiments with the lust potion, was that normal lust tended to be contagious. Their potion reacted according, spreading perhaps through that kiss that had left them both breathless, or maybe it was something in the air. But Fred and George were definitely feel the effects of their own potion.
Clothes went flying. Hermione was obviously in a hurry. And neither Fred nor George was going to argue with her. Fred had lusted for her for long enough that he was willing to go along with anything she said, and George was willing to go along with anything Fred was doing. So the three of them ended up in a tangle of clothes coming off and hands on each other. The lines between right and wrong were a little blurred, sure. But when had the twins done anything less than that.
In the back of Hermione's mind, she realized that there was something wrong with this situation. She was engaged. She was getting married tomorrow. And while she had been extremely nervous about it, it hadn't called for this. But the potion had done away with her inhibitions and Hermione's better judgment was buried away in the back of her mind.
Fred was the first one to touch her. His mouth moved across her throat as he pushed her against the door. And for a moment the world seemed to move in slow motion. His hand slid up her bare side and caressed her naked breast, finding the nipple and twisting it gently. Hermione moaned a little, her inner thigh rubbing against the outside of his leg. She could feel his cock, already hard pressing against her stomach.
From there things moved in a blur. She couldn't be sure how anything happened. From her position pressed to the door, Hermione was suddenly on top of Fred. George was kneeling behind her, face buried in her mass of curls as he leaned over her to grasp his brother. And without thinking of much more than how good this would feel, and how many times she had imagined it, Hermione slid down until Fred completely filled her. She gasped a little, arching back into George, who kept her from falling back completely.
There were hands and tongues everywhere at this point. And the world all seemed to blur. She came at least twice on top of Fred. How many times he did wasn't clear. But it was the next part that really cleared up the evening for her. The potion was wearing off, but Hermione was too consumed with what they were doing to let reality sink in just yet. And just when she was about to gather herself, she felt George pressing against her back.
"Hold still now, love. This is going to be a tight fit." And it wasn't until too late that Hermione realized what he meant. Too late as in she felt George's prick gently nudging its way into her arse. Hermione groaned in the back of her throat for a moment as she adjusted to the feeling of having them both inside of her at once. It took a minute for them each to match the other's rhythm, but once they did it was amazing.
Hermione came first. Followed by George when her orgasm's tightened her around his cock. And Fred (who had come at least once already) followed shortly after... mostly due to the expressions on their faces. It was intense. It was unexpected. And it was everything Hermione had fantasied and more. Now she just had to find someone willing to obliviate her before her wedding.
Author: feigned_living ★
Recipient's LJ name: coonassblondie
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Fred/Hermione/George
Word Count: 1487
Warnings: double penetration, almost infidelity, almost twincest
Summary: Hermione's bachelorette party takes a wrong turn when the twins slip an experimental potion in her drink.
Author's notes: Not normally something I write, but I hope I did alright for you :)
When Ginny drank she had a tendency to run her mouth; that's how the whole thing started. The twins saw their last chance to pull one over on Hermione; she would be drunk and off-guard at her bachelorette party. It wasn't hard to get Ginny to do their dirty work, slipping it in Hermione's drink. But Hermione was sure they hadn't expected their little sister to reveal their dastardly plot and their hiding place.
Hermione stormed to the nearest empty backstage area, feeling flustered and mildly light-headed. The twins were a little surprised, in fact, Fred looked downright mortified... that was unusual. But Hermione was unfazed. "What did you put in my drink?"
"Technically it was-"
"Not Ginny." Hermione cut him off. George and that charming smirk of his! Charming? No, she hated that smug look. Well she wasn't falling for it. "What was in it?"
"George, we should go."
"No!" Hermione had no idea why she heard George's voice agreeing with her. Her eyes, a bit wide from shock, flicked toward Fred. Her pupils were dilated. She pressed on. "I want an answer."
"Oh, no, you really don't."
Why was George so close and why did he smell so good? Like parchment and ink. Hermione shook her head to try and focus... not on the smooth curve of Fred's jaw where it sloped up to meet his throat - on his guilty expression! "Fred..." Hermione narrowed her eye a bit, singling out the weaker link, "Tell me!"
"Golden opportunity here, Fred." George was closer, moving behind her. Hand on the small of her back. Slowly rubbing circles. Hermione involuntarily leaned back against him.
Fred hadn't answered. "Tell me!" She was insistent, but forgetting about why it was getting very warm in here suddenly. Hermione ran one hand gently across her over-exposed cleavage and - was that George's hand on her arse? No, couldn't be. But Fred was so close. Pursing his lips in thought. Devious, plotting, perfect lips.
Hermione reached her hand out toward his face but stopped herself. No. Wrong. Ron's brother. Brothers. This wasn't one of her 5th year fantasies. But why was he so close... so blurry... so enticing...
"Go on, Hermione." George was talking to her, whispering in her ear. Hermione's whole body was flushed. "It's your party, you can do whatever - whoever you want."
Hermione hesitated. The suddenly very quiet voice of reason told her to go home. Rest. Find an antidote. But there was a part of Hermione speaking up that was usually repressed. The part that could rationalize breaking the rules and all the bad that she had done for the greater good. The part that told her cold feet was normal - and it was okay to act on it as long as Ron never knew.
"What do you want, Hermione?"
Fred. Usually loud, obnoxious and immature. And suddenly the quiet, reluctant, nervous one. Hermione watched him, absentmindedly rubbing against George's hand on her hip. "Fred."
George grinned and gave a soft chuckle. "Well this is an unexpected turn of events, eh Fred?" George's hand brushed against the soft skin of her stomach. Her hip nudged against him as Hermione slowly grew more comfortable with the idea.
Fred din't move, even when Hermione brushed her fingertips against his lips - soft, not like Ron's forever-chapped lips. Temptation was getting too sweet to pass up suddenly. "C'mon then, Fred. You heard the lady. It's her party after all."
The idea that this was wrong appeared to cross Fred's expression. But it was gone as soon as it appeared. It wasn't like they planned this. And she had to want it to begin with or the potion wouldn't have worked at all. Sure, Fred was shocked, but definitely not against the idea.
Tentatively, Fred's lips pressed against Hermione's. She didn't hesitate. In fact, she practically pounced him. If George hadn't already had a hold of his brother's shoulders, Fred might have toppled over with Hermione on top of him. Hermione giggled, one hand tangling into his hair and the other clutching a handful of his shirt. Heat flooded Hermione's face, spreading down across her chest as Fred's tongue tangled with hers and his hands grasped her arse rather firmly.
Great as it was, Hermione knew it couldn't last. She just didn't expect George to be the voice of reason at that point. "You two might want to get out of the hallway." Fred pried one hand from Hermione's arse to shove it in his twin's face. George was unrelenting. He took a different approach, leaning in close to Hermione's ear, breath hot against her delicate neck as he brushed her curls aside. "There's dressing rooms about two feet away, you know. Get Fred in there and you can have his clothes off in no time."
"What about yours?"
For the first time in a long time, both twins looked a little shell-shocked. But there was hardly time to respond before Hermione turned her head to capture George in a kiss that sent the blood rushing straight to his cock. Without missing a step Hermione pulled them both into the nearest room. And as suddenly as the potion had taken affect on Hermione, Hermione took affect on the twins.
What Fred and George had neglected to account for in their experiments with the lust potion, was that normal lust tended to be contagious. Their potion reacted according, spreading perhaps through that kiss that had left them both breathless, or maybe it was something in the air. But Fred and George were definitely feel the effects of their own potion.
Clothes went flying. Hermione was obviously in a hurry. And neither Fred nor George was going to argue with her. Fred had lusted for her for long enough that he was willing to go along with anything she said, and George was willing to go along with anything Fred was doing. So the three of them ended up in a tangle of clothes coming off and hands on each other. The lines between right and wrong were a little blurred, sure. But when had the twins done anything less than that.
In the back of Hermione's mind, she realized that there was something wrong with this situation. She was engaged. She was getting married tomorrow. And while she had been extremely nervous about it, it hadn't called for this. But the potion had done away with her inhibitions and Hermione's better judgment was buried away in the back of her mind.
Fred was the first one to touch her. His mouth moved across her throat as he pushed her against the door. And for a moment the world seemed to move in slow motion. His hand slid up her bare side and caressed her naked breast, finding the nipple and twisting it gently. Hermione moaned a little, her inner thigh rubbing against the outside of his leg. She could feel his cock, already hard pressing against her stomach.
From there things moved in a blur. She couldn't be sure how anything happened. From her position pressed to the door, Hermione was suddenly on top of Fred. George was kneeling behind her, face buried in her mass of curls as he leaned over her to grasp his brother. And without thinking of much more than how good this would feel, and how many times she had imagined it, Hermione slid down until Fred completely filled her. She gasped a little, arching back into George, who kept her from falling back completely.
There were hands and tongues everywhere at this point. And the world all seemed to blur. She came at least twice on top of Fred. How many times he did wasn't clear. But it was the next part that really cleared up the evening for her. The potion was wearing off, but Hermione was too consumed with what they were doing to let reality sink in just yet. And just when she was about to gather herself, she felt George pressing against her back.
"Hold still now, love. This is going to be a tight fit." And it wasn't until too late that Hermione realized what he meant. Too late as in she felt George's prick gently nudging its way into her arse. Hermione groaned in the back of her throat for a moment as she adjusted to the feeling of having them both inside of her at once. It took a minute for them each to match the other's rhythm, but once they did it was amazing.
Hermione came first. Followed by George when her orgasm's tightened her around his cock. And Fred (who had come at least once already) followed shortly after... mostly due to the expressions on their faces. It was intense. It was unexpected. And it was everything Hermione had fantasied and more. Now she just had to find someone willing to obliviate her before her wedding.