A Good Math Solution to A Love Problem; Fred/Hermione/George; NC17
Title: A Good Math Solution to A Love Problem
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Setting: AU 'Order of the Phoenix'
P/C: Fred/Hermione/George, mentions Harry/Ginny, Harry/Cho, Ron/Luna
Summary: The lengths she went to amazed her at times: Silencing charms and Floating Charms and Obstruction Charms. She realized that she had learned more in the past year to get away with having sex, sex with two people at once at that, than she had over the last two school years.
A/N: An old fic from last years Hermione Smut Exchange.
It was hard enough hiding one boy from the other girls in her dormitory, so it was damn near impossible to hide two.
The lengths she went to amazed her at times: Silencing charms and Floating Charms and Obstruction Charms. She realized that she had learned more in the past year to get away with having sex, sex with two people at once at that, than she had over the last two school years.
***
It was her fifth year. Fred and George were set to graduate and Dumbledore’s Army was flourishing.
Watching Ginny and Harry dance around each other with Cho as innocent bystander, Hermione had missed being with Viktor, though she knew that it was impossible, what with him being constantly hundreds of miles away. And now it seemed that Ron was over her, or not doing anything about them or something equally flakey. In this particular moment of her life, Hermione was sure that she would be a virgin forever.
She had been lost in this reverie after one of their meetings and was quite shocked of course when Fred Weasley had snuck up behind her and snaked an arm around her waist.
She turned quickly to see who it was and, finding herself confronted with Fred, had no idea what to say. Before she did, he had leaned in and kissed her, gently biting her lower lip. Before she knew what she was doing, she was straddling him on the floor, writhing against him, hiking up her skirt as he guided his erection into her. It had hurt, fiercely for a minute or two but after that, she simply reveled in the new sensation of it all. He smelled a bit like Ron, a bit like home. At the same time he was wildly different. She didn’t really know how any of this had happened but, for once in her life, the Cleverest Witch of the Age didn’t really care.
***
When they had first switched on her, she had been more then angry. Fred had known enough about women to know that Hermione wouldn’t come her first time. He had asked her to sleep with him again. Hermione wasn’t sure. She was still shaky and relatively inexperienced. She wasn’t sure she should be having sex with someone she wasn’t dating. The whole situation was so convoluted that she had said yes straight away, if only to clarify her position in all of this.
So, one night in the Astronomy Tower, she had met Fred. She had been very excited, if a little (okay, a lot) apprehensive about it. But when he had turned up, he’d smiled at her, kissed her very gently and asked if all of this was really all right with her. She’d nodded, a bit more at ease.
She was standing, her back to the wall. She pulled him closer and he had eased her legs apart with his knee. She hooked her arms around the back of his neck, allowing herself to be pushed upwards.
She had, as a matter of course in these situations, or so she was told, neglected to wear panties.
He had pushed into her almost at once. She concealed a slight wince of pain by burying her face in his neck. She let out a gasp as he proceeded to thrust into her. She wrapped a leg around his waist feeling him slide even deeper inside her. His mouth was on her chest and she could feel his breath on her neck.
He slid his hand between her legs, flicking her clit and rubbing circles around it with his thumb. She let out a moan. He thrust into her particularly hard and she conked her head on the wall behind her while she came.
This moment seemed ironic and very funny to her later, when she was practically screaming at the twins for switching on her and manipulating her like that before the two of them were on her, Fred at the top, George at the bottom (well, really more ‘the Midlands’ as her mother would say after too much sherry).
***
Being caught was a nuisance. Ron was going out with Luna and Harry was with Ginny, but none of them had known about Hermione and the twins. Until Harry and Ron had caught them of course.
They had been skipping class in the middle of the day, knowing that the common room would be empty. George had been late, so Hermione and Fred had started without him. She was sitting on one of the chairs on Fred’s lap, her tights and underwear pulled down, her skirt pulled up, Fred gripping her around the waist and using his other hand to finger her.
He brushed the knuckle of his thumb over her clit, dipping his index and middle fingers into her. She twisted against them, trying to cause more friction, letting out a mewl. She could feel him getting hard against her back. Fred ran the tip of his tongue along her neck and slipped his fingers out of her, rubbing circles around her swollen clit. Hermione was just about to say that they should forget George and just get up to her room and to business when the portrait hole slammed shut.
“-can’t believe he gave us an assignment that long when he’s on sick leave! Doesn’t even bother to bloody well brief us on-oh.” Harry and Ron stood stock still at the end of the entrance-way. Hermione shoved her skirt down and hopped off Fred’s lap. She yanked up her underwear and tights. She knew all of this was pointless as being modest was a moot point as well as denying what had been happening. She was just glad that George wasn’t here to really complete the picture for them.
“Uh…I think this might be a bad time…” Harry said, stifling giggles. Ron just stood there, eyes wide, not saying anything. “Er…um…I…Harry hadn’t we better be…”
The portrait hole slammed behind them again. “Hermione! Fred! You bastards better not have started without me!” George came bounding up behind Harry and Ron, a daffy smile plastered on his face. Until, of course, he saw them all.
“Well…er…don’t start…working on that Advanced...erm…Transfiguration without me?”
***
“Look, Harry, Ron, you’ve got to promise not to tell Ginny or Luna or anyone else, understand?”
They were walking down the hall to dinner when Hermione had brought it up. Neither of them had said anything about what they had seen earlier that day.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. “And why not?” Ron said devilishly. “They are your friends aren’t they?”
Hermione’s face fell. “Yes but-”
“So I don’t see why we shouldn’t tell anyone.” Ron grinned at her, a bit maliciously. Harry stepped in. “Hermione, if you don’t want us to tell anyone about your…situation…then we won’t. But you have to tell us why.”
She sighed. “Well Ginny might think I was playing the twins off each other or that they might be taking advantage of me. She’s very protective of everyone she cares about you know. I wouldn’t want to get her involved. And Luna…well she’s sweet but sometimes she says things without thinking. And she could tell the wrong person. And before I know it everyone in the whole school could know. That’s the thing about girls,” Hermione continued. “They talk and talk and talk and never care who hears them or who gets hurt.”
Ron looked abashed at this. “I’m..I’m really sorry Hermione. I wouldn’t have…if I had known…Sorry.”
She hugged him. “It’s all right Ron. I know that…well… you know.”
“We certainly are an articulate bunch lately.” Harry laughed.
They continued on their walk to dinner.
***
Trying to find a new place was frustrating.
After the mishap in the common room, Hermione was twice as antsy about getting caught. The twins didn’t care if they were caught; there were enough rumors about the two of them already and they had less time that they’d be stuck in school. But the two of them didn’t want anything bad to happen to Hermione, even if it would prove that both of them were getting laid.
The school was so full of hidey-holes and niches that it seemed like they had endless choices. Hermione, at one point, found herself sitting on the edge of the ornate sink in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, George’s head between her legs. Fred watched intently from the other side of the room.
His tongue flicked her clit and she shoved her hips forward a bit, moving a bit against her will. He circled her entrance, barely touching it.
She beckoned Fred towards her, undoing her top as she did so. Fred bent his head down, first cupping her breasts and then taking her nipple into his mouth. Hermione let out a breath. She gripped the edge of the sink and her body rippled against them. She fumbled with the fastenings on Fred’s pants, just barely undoing them when she heard a door slam in the hall. George’s head jerked up. “Damn! Who the fuck is that?”
They heard Flich’s voice in the corridor. “Boys in the girls room, Mrs. Norris? Oooh, just wait until I tell the headmaster about this!”
His steps quickened toward the door. Hermione shoved the two of them into a stall, throwing a glamour over both of them, making them look like girls to the casual observer
“Start crying!” she whispered angrily to one of them. “What?” he replied. Hermione stamped on his toes as hard as possible. “Ow! Bloody hell woman, what are you-” She shut the stall door on them, clumsily re-buttoning her shirt. Flich barged in, just as she checked her hair in the mirror.
“Where are they?” he snapped nastily. “Who?” she asked, trying her best to look bewildered.
Flich rolled his eyes at her and looked around. Seeing the two pairs of feet in one of the stalls, he reached out and flung open the stall door.
“I’ve g-Oh! Apologies, ladies! I-I I’m terribly…oh my…”
And he slunk out, quite flustered.
The twins stuck their heads out. The glamour had dissolved. George was red in the face from crying.
“I didn’t know you could cry on call George.”
He wiped his eyes furiously. “I can’t! I think you might have broken my toe!”
***
It had been about a week since the toes incident in the bathroom. Fred and Hermione had had to convince George that he would be losing no more toes to the cause should they try again. Though, George had told Fred at one point, he felt it would have been completely worth it.
At first Fred suggested one of the secret passage ways leading to Hogsmeade. Perhaps the Shrieking Shack. “You know,” he said to Hermione. “Really make it shriek this time.” She had grinned and smacked him on the head. But this plan was shot down by George, who pointed out that since her third year, that passage wasn’t exactly secret anymore.
They talked about it in the common room in low voices for about another hour. Before they finished Hermione went to bed. “Tell me if you think of anything,” she said wearily.
“This wouldn’t be so hard if it wasn’t for all the bloody people.” Fred said, looking around irritably. George’s face lit up.
“I’ve got it!”
***
It was a lazy Saturday evening.
Neville sat across the house table from Luna and Harry. Luna was dreamily chattering about the properties of Xepsky teeth and Harry was patiently feigning interest. The dinner began to dissolve off of the serving plates, being replaced, oddly enough, with thousands and thousands of cupcakes, iced in every color imaginable.
“Hmm,” said Ron. “Wonder what’s gotten into the house elves? Must be a whacky day to be in the kitchen.”
Neville reached for a cupcake with yellow icing, his favorite color. He took a bit out of it. They were delicious!
“’Arry! Won! You’be godda dry dese!” he said, behind a mouth full of cake.
Everyone down the table was stuffing their faces with the little cakes. Neville looked around to the other tables, where, he saw, every other house was snacking merrily away.
“Have you seen Hermione? She hasn’t been down for dinner yet.” Harry asked Ron. “Nope she’s probably-”
Neville promptly fell, face first onto his plate.
“What’s going on?” Ron yelped, as everyone around them also fell asleep.
“I have-” Harry began before his eyes rolled up in his head and he too fell into a deep sleep.
***
Hermione pulled her shirt over her head. “Was it really necessary to put the entire school to sleep? Couldn’t we have just waited until after dark or something?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Fred said. He was shutting the door to the boy’s dormitory. George had just sprinted up the stairs to tell them that the plan had worked. “The whole school isn’t asleep. Not everyone likes cupcakes. And all the people who don’t, will be trying to figure out what happened to the people who do.”
While all of this was being said, Hermione had undone the buttons on Fred’s pants and pulled off her skirt. She stood there wearing only her high socks, underwear and a bra. She climbed onto the bed, getting down on her hands and knees. All of this sneaking around and all of these interruptions may have been a bit tedious but they were also a huge turn on for her.
Fred slid her underwear aside and began to work her with his fingers. She bucked her hips, trying to get him to slide his fingers in deeper. George watched, one hand down his pants.
She let out a sharp cry. “Please!”
Fred pulled his pants off, then his underwear. He eased himself into her, little by little and he could feel her breath quickening more and more while he did this. When he had finally slid his entire length inside of her, he lay back on the bed and pulled her forward so that she was straddling him but facing away from him.
George approached them, kneeling in front of Hermione and bending down, to continue where he had left off in the bathroom a few days before. He licked at her clit with darting strokes and kissed a trail from her bush to her breasts. He circled each nipple with his tongue before kissing her, pressing into her mouth.
She began to pull him off as he did this. She kneaded, using her palm to use pressure. He buried his face in her neck as she rubbed her fingers across the tip. She could feel his breath, hot and damp on her skin. She could feel herself getting closer and closer as his breathing grew faster.
George slung an arm around her neck as he came into her palm and shoved his fingers against her clit, pulling the skin there tight. This tipped Hermione over the edge and she let out a soundless scream.
Fred thrust into her more quickly and more roughly until he came as well with a gasp. The three of them collapsed, slightly exhausted.
“So,” Fred started. “Worth the wait?’
Hermione looked from him to his twin and back. She burst out laughing, breathless.
***
Lavender Brown sat in the common room with Parvati, ‘casually observing’ the goings on of their fellow Gryffindors. She gossiped with the other girl as everyone walked by.
Then she saw something very interesting: Hermione meeting the Weasley twins at the portrait-hole. They seemed to be discussing Fred and George’s last detention, the one for what was now being dubbed “The Great Nap” of all the stupid names and pranks. Umbridge had apparently really given it to them this time, but they were all laughing, albeit a bit forced. She watched, eyes greedy and fox-like, searching for some new scrap to fuel the Hogwarts rumor mill.
Hermione threw her arms around both of the twins. Lavender turned to Parvati. “Are you seeing this?”
As she watched them, Harry wandered idly by. Lavender tugged on his sleeve. “Harry! What’s going on between Hermione and the twins?”
Harry cast a glance back towards the two boys and his best friend. He looked back at Lavender. “They have threesomes when no one is in the common room.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Right. Thanks for nothing Harry.”
Harry walked away, grinning to himself.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Setting: AU 'Order of the Phoenix'
P/C: Fred/Hermione/George, mentions Harry/Ginny, Harry/Cho, Ron/Luna
Summary: The lengths she went to amazed her at times: Silencing charms and Floating Charms and Obstruction Charms. She realized that she had learned more in the past year to get away with having sex, sex with two people at once at that, than she had over the last two school years.
A/N: An old fic from last years Hermione Smut Exchange.
It was hard enough hiding one boy from the other girls in her dormitory, so it was damn near impossible to hide two.
The lengths she went to amazed her at times: Silencing charms and Floating Charms and Obstruction Charms. She realized that she had learned more in the past year to get away with having sex, sex with two people at once at that, than she had over the last two school years.
***
It was her fifth year. Fred and George were set to graduate and Dumbledore’s Army was flourishing.
Watching Ginny and Harry dance around each other with Cho as innocent bystander, Hermione had missed being with Viktor, though she knew that it was impossible, what with him being constantly hundreds of miles away. And now it seemed that Ron was over her, or not doing anything about them or something equally flakey. In this particular moment of her life, Hermione was sure that she would be a virgin forever.
She had been lost in this reverie after one of their meetings and was quite shocked of course when Fred Weasley had snuck up behind her and snaked an arm around her waist.
She turned quickly to see who it was and, finding herself confronted with Fred, had no idea what to say. Before she did, he had leaned in and kissed her, gently biting her lower lip. Before she knew what she was doing, she was straddling him on the floor, writhing against him, hiking up her skirt as he guided his erection into her. It had hurt, fiercely for a minute or two but after that, she simply reveled in the new sensation of it all. He smelled a bit like Ron, a bit like home. At the same time he was wildly different. She didn’t really know how any of this had happened but, for once in her life, the Cleverest Witch of the Age didn’t really care.
***
When they had first switched on her, she had been more then angry. Fred had known enough about women to know that Hermione wouldn’t come her first time. He had asked her to sleep with him again. Hermione wasn’t sure. She was still shaky and relatively inexperienced. She wasn’t sure she should be having sex with someone she wasn’t dating. The whole situation was so convoluted that she had said yes straight away, if only to clarify her position in all of this.
So, one night in the Astronomy Tower, she had met Fred. She had been very excited, if a little (okay, a lot) apprehensive about it. But when he had turned up, he’d smiled at her, kissed her very gently and asked if all of this was really all right with her. She’d nodded, a bit more at ease.
She was standing, her back to the wall. She pulled him closer and he had eased her legs apart with his knee. She hooked her arms around the back of his neck, allowing herself to be pushed upwards.
She had, as a matter of course in these situations, or so she was told, neglected to wear panties.
He had pushed into her almost at once. She concealed a slight wince of pain by burying her face in his neck. She let out a gasp as he proceeded to thrust into her. She wrapped a leg around his waist feeling him slide even deeper inside her. His mouth was on her chest and she could feel his breath on her neck.
He slid his hand between her legs, flicking her clit and rubbing circles around it with his thumb. She let out a moan. He thrust into her particularly hard and she conked her head on the wall behind her while she came.
This moment seemed ironic and very funny to her later, when she was practically screaming at the twins for switching on her and manipulating her like that before the two of them were on her, Fred at the top, George at the bottom (well, really more ‘the Midlands’ as her mother would say after too much sherry).
***
Being caught was a nuisance. Ron was going out with Luna and Harry was with Ginny, but none of them had known about Hermione and the twins. Until Harry and Ron had caught them of course.
They had been skipping class in the middle of the day, knowing that the common room would be empty. George had been late, so Hermione and Fred had started without him. She was sitting on one of the chairs on Fred’s lap, her tights and underwear pulled down, her skirt pulled up, Fred gripping her around the waist and using his other hand to finger her.
He brushed the knuckle of his thumb over her clit, dipping his index and middle fingers into her. She twisted against them, trying to cause more friction, letting out a mewl. She could feel him getting hard against her back. Fred ran the tip of his tongue along her neck and slipped his fingers out of her, rubbing circles around her swollen clit. Hermione was just about to say that they should forget George and just get up to her room and to business when the portrait hole slammed shut.
“-can’t believe he gave us an assignment that long when he’s on sick leave! Doesn’t even bother to bloody well brief us on-oh.” Harry and Ron stood stock still at the end of the entrance-way. Hermione shoved her skirt down and hopped off Fred’s lap. She yanked up her underwear and tights. She knew all of this was pointless as being modest was a moot point as well as denying what had been happening. She was just glad that George wasn’t here to really complete the picture for them.
“Uh…I think this might be a bad time…” Harry said, stifling giggles. Ron just stood there, eyes wide, not saying anything. “Er…um…I…Harry hadn’t we better be…”
The portrait hole slammed behind them again. “Hermione! Fred! You bastards better not have started without me!” George came bounding up behind Harry and Ron, a daffy smile plastered on his face. Until, of course, he saw them all.
“Well…er…don’t start…working on that Advanced...erm…Transfiguration without me?”
***
“Look, Harry, Ron, you’ve got to promise not to tell Ginny or Luna or anyone else, understand?”
They were walking down the hall to dinner when Hermione had brought it up. Neither of them had said anything about what they had seen earlier that day.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. “And why not?” Ron said devilishly. “They are your friends aren’t they?”
Hermione’s face fell. “Yes but-”
“So I don’t see why we shouldn’t tell anyone.” Ron grinned at her, a bit maliciously. Harry stepped in. “Hermione, if you don’t want us to tell anyone about your…situation…then we won’t. But you have to tell us why.”
She sighed. “Well Ginny might think I was playing the twins off each other or that they might be taking advantage of me. She’s very protective of everyone she cares about you know. I wouldn’t want to get her involved. And Luna…well she’s sweet but sometimes she says things without thinking. And she could tell the wrong person. And before I know it everyone in the whole school could know. That’s the thing about girls,” Hermione continued. “They talk and talk and talk and never care who hears them or who gets hurt.”
Ron looked abashed at this. “I’m..I’m really sorry Hermione. I wouldn’t have…if I had known…Sorry.”
She hugged him. “It’s all right Ron. I know that…well… you know.”
“We certainly are an articulate bunch lately.” Harry laughed.
They continued on their walk to dinner.
***
Trying to find a new place was frustrating.
After the mishap in the common room, Hermione was twice as antsy about getting caught. The twins didn’t care if they were caught; there were enough rumors about the two of them already and they had less time that they’d be stuck in school. But the two of them didn’t want anything bad to happen to Hermione, even if it would prove that both of them were getting laid.
The school was so full of hidey-holes and niches that it seemed like they had endless choices. Hermione, at one point, found herself sitting on the edge of the ornate sink in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, George’s head between her legs. Fred watched intently from the other side of the room.
His tongue flicked her clit and she shoved her hips forward a bit, moving a bit against her will. He circled her entrance, barely touching it.
She beckoned Fred towards her, undoing her top as she did so. Fred bent his head down, first cupping her breasts and then taking her nipple into his mouth. Hermione let out a breath. She gripped the edge of the sink and her body rippled against them. She fumbled with the fastenings on Fred’s pants, just barely undoing them when she heard a door slam in the hall. George’s head jerked up. “Damn! Who the fuck is that?”
They heard Flich’s voice in the corridor. “Boys in the girls room, Mrs. Norris? Oooh, just wait until I tell the headmaster about this!”
His steps quickened toward the door. Hermione shoved the two of them into a stall, throwing a glamour over both of them, making them look like girls to the casual observer
“Start crying!” she whispered angrily to one of them. “What?” he replied. Hermione stamped on his toes as hard as possible. “Ow! Bloody hell woman, what are you-” She shut the stall door on them, clumsily re-buttoning her shirt. Flich barged in, just as she checked her hair in the mirror.
“Where are they?” he snapped nastily. “Who?” she asked, trying her best to look bewildered.
Flich rolled his eyes at her and looked around. Seeing the two pairs of feet in one of the stalls, he reached out and flung open the stall door.
“I’ve g-Oh! Apologies, ladies! I-I I’m terribly…oh my…”
And he slunk out, quite flustered.
The twins stuck their heads out. The glamour had dissolved. George was red in the face from crying.
“I didn’t know you could cry on call George.”
He wiped his eyes furiously. “I can’t! I think you might have broken my toe!”
***
It had been about a week since the toes incident in the bathroom. Fred and Hermione had had to convince George that he would be losing no more toes to the cause should they try again. Though, George had told Fred at one point, he felt it would have been completely worth it.
At first Fred suggested one of the secret passage ways leading to Hogsmeade. Perhaps the Shrieking Shack. “You know,” he said to Hermione. “Really make it shriek this time.” She had grinned and smacked him on the head. But this plan was shot down by George, who pointed out that since her third year, that passage wasn’t exactly secret anymore.
They talked about it in the common room in low voices for about another hour. Before they finished Hermione went to bed. “Tell me if you think of anything,” she said wearily.
“This wouldn’t be so hard if it wasn’t for all the bloody people.” Fred said, looking around irritably. George’s face lit up.
“I’ve got it!”
***
It was a lazy Saturday evening.
Neville sat across the house table from Luna and Harry. Luna was dreamily chattering about the properties of Xepsky teeth and Harry was patiently feigning interest. The dinner began to dissolve off of the serving plates, being replaced, oddly enough, with thousands and thousands of cupcakes, iced in every color imaginable.
“Hmm,” said Ron. “Wonder what’s gotten into the house elves? Must be a whacky day to be in the kitchen.”
Neville reached for a cupcake with yellow icing, his favorite color. He took a bit out of it. They were delicious!
“’Arry! Won! You’be godda dry dese!” he said, behind a mouth full of cake.
Everyone down the table was stuffing their faces with the little cakes. Neville looked around to the other tables, where, he saw, every other house was snacking merrily away.
“Have you seen Hermione? She hasn’t been down for dinner yet.” Harry asked Ron. “Nope she’s probably-”
Neville promptly fell, face first onto his plate.
“What’s going on?” Ron yelped, as everyone around them also fell asleep.
“I have-” Harry began before his eyes rolled up in his head and he too fell into a deep sleep.
***
Hermione pulled her shirt over her head. “Was it really necessary to put the entire school to sleep? Couldn’t we have just waited until after dark or something?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Fred said. He was shutting the door to the boy’s dormitory. George had just sprinted up the stairs to tell them that the plan had worked. “The whole school isn’t asleep. Not everyone likes cupcakes. And all the people who don’t, will be trying to figure out what happened to the people who do.”
While all of this was being said, Hermione had undone the buttons on Fred’s pants and pulled off her skirt. She stood there wearing only her high socks, underwear and a bra. She climbed onto the bed, getting down on her hands and knees. All of this sneaking around and all of these interruptions may have been a bit tedious but they were also a huge turn on for her.
Fred slid her underwear aside and began to work her with his fingers. She bucked her hips, trying to get him to slide his fingers in deeper. George watched, one hand down his pants.
She let out a sharp cry. “Please!”
Fred pulled his pants off, then his underwear. He eased himself into her, little by little and he could feel her breath quickening more and more while he did this. When he had finally slid his entire length inside of her, he lay back on the bed and pulled her forward so that she was straddling him but facing away from him.
George approached them, kneeling in front of Hermione and bending down, to continue where he had left off in the bathroom a few days before. He licked at her clit with darting strokes and kissed a trail from her bush to her breasts. He circled each nipple with his tongue before kissing her, pressing into her mouth.
She began to pull him off as he did this. She kneaded, using her palm to use pressure. He buried his face in her neck as she rubbed her fingers across the tip. She could feel his breath, hot and damp on her skin. She could feel herself getting closer and closer as his breathing grew faster.
George slung an arm around her neck as he came into her palm and shoved his fingers against her clit, pulling the skin there tight. This tipped Hermione over the edge and she let out a soundless scream.
Fred thrust into her more quickly and more roughly until he came as well with a gasp. The three of them collapsed, slightly exhausted.
“So,” Fred started. “Worth the wait?’
Hermione looked from him to his twin and back. She burst out laughing, breathless.
***
Lavender Brown sat in the common room with Parvati, ‘casually observing’ the goings on of their fellow Gryffindors. She gossiped with the other girl as everyone walked by.
Then she saw something very interesting: Hermione meeting the Weasley twins at the portrait-hole. They seemed to be discussing Fred and George’s last detention, the one for what was now being dubbed “The Great Nap” of all the stupid names and pranks. Umbridge had apparently really given it to them this time, but they were all laughing, albeit a bit forced. She watched, eyes greedy and fox-like, searching for some new scrap to fuel the Hogwarts rumor mill.
Hermione threw her arms around both of the twins. Lavender turned to Parvati. “Are you seeing this?”
As she watched them, Harry wandered idly by. Lavender tugged on his sleeve. “Harry! What’s going on between Hermione and the twins?”
Harry cast a glance back towards the two boys and his best friend. He looked back at Lavender. “They have threesomes when no one is in the common room.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Right. Thanks for nothing Harry.”
Harry walked away, grinning to himself.