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FIC - Stable Hands _ NC17
Here's a Hermione/George/Fred fic set during OotP. Hermione is only 16 so if 'underage' sex isn't your thing, go no further.

I wrote this for the Hermione_Smut fest on LJ, but since she was on 16 in the fic they wouldn't post it due to LJ's asshole policies. So, I thought I'd put it here.

Any comments - good, bad, indifferent - are welcome.



Title: Stable Hands
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George
Rating: NC-17
Words: 7300~
Warnings: Underage (Hermione's 16), Threesome, Strong sexual content
Setting: Takes place at Hogwarts early in OotP
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of adult fiction and is not intended to promote or encourage the acts depicted herein.



“Come on, Colin,” Fred Weasley urged the hesitant fourth-year. “You know you don’t want to go to Umbitch’s class!”

“Yeah,” added George, “and Pomfrey isn’t wise to this one yet. And you’re really only green for a day.”

Colin looked dubiously at the rather vile-looking and foul-smelling tonic. Umbridge constantly insulted him in DADA, saying ‘his type’ didn’t really belong at Hogwarts. The sensitive fourth-year, whom George and Fred really did like, was having serious personal doubts about himself and it was only the beginning of October.

“I’d like to guys, but as much as I loathe Umbridge,” Colin said, “I won’t give her the satisfaction of driving me away.”

“Well, then,” Fred said, “how about one of our ‘Spine Stiffeners?’ It makes you brave enough to spit at a Hungarian Horntail!”

“Drunk enough, you mean,” Hermione’s sweet voice broke into the conversation.

Hermione was leaning against the wall by the small alcove where Fred and George had cornered Colin. They were trying to peddle some more of their Weasley Wizarding Wheezes to him, offering them to him free if he’d be their ‘test subject.’

“Certainly not,” George replied in his best offended tone. “Spine Stiffener contains only a modest amount of alcohol.”

“You call being more than half two hundred proof grain alcohol modest?” Hermione harrumphed. “Pomfrey would have to pump his stomach to sober him up. You’re both on detention,” Hermione told the twins in her ‘Prefect’ voice.

“Ah, come on, Hermione,” whined George. “You know we don’t mean no harm.”

“Any harm,” she corrected him. “I’ve warned you two before about using students as test subjects. No, you’re on detention this weekend. Hagrid has a particularly simple job that should suit you two to a tee!”

Fred and George didn’t like the sound of this. Or the feel. Hermione had a most uncharacteristically evil smile on her lovely lips.

George suddenly found himself fantasizing seizing them with his own lips and snogging the newly shapely - and sexy - Hermione Granger within an inch of her life. Lord knows Ickle Ronnikins didn’t have the nerve. He knew Fred felt exactly the same. The studious, bushy-haired, Muggleborn witch had matured rapidly over the last few months and now, at sixteen, was easily one of the loveliest witches in the school.

Fred even spoke out loud of his desire, saying cheekily, “Now, Hermione, luv! You don’t really want to do anything that mean to me and George. You know you don’t, you sexy witch, you. It’s all just part of your plan to get us alone somewhere private, innit?”

Hermione blushed and shot back, “Fred Weasley, I should turn you into a flobberworm! How dare you suggest that I...I harbor the least interest in either of you...you miscreants!”

George chimed in, keeping Hermione off balance. “Then why a detention outside the castle, eh, Hermione? And down in Hagrid’s bailiwick? Hardly anyone comes around down there and you know you’ll have to be there watching us, otherwise, we’ll just skive off as soon as you leaves us.”

“There aren’t enough ‘miscreants’ in your life, my pretty Prefect,” Fred teased. “Ron can’t hardly say boo to you and Harry, well, he’s got enough problems without adding a witch to ‘em.”

Hermione felt a flush rising on her face. How did these two always manage to get her so flustered, so defensive, so...so confused. Fred winked at her and George licked his lips as both of them stared at her as if she were suddenly standing in front of them in only her knickers.

“Stop it, both of you!” she ordered, her voice suddenly sounding high and squeaky in her ears.

“Oh, I love it when she gets bossy, don’t you, Fred?” George snickered.

“Yeah, I really like the dominant type,” Fred replied with a grin. “At least, some of the time.”

“Don’t forget. Saturday morning, right after breakfast,” Hermione said, cursing the slight quiver in her voice.

She turned and walked quickly away, fuming internally, “What is it about those two? God! My...my knickers feel wet!”

Fred and George kept up the teasing pressure on Hermione the rest of the week. Ron thought they’d both gone mental, calling Hermione stuff like ‘sexy’ and ‘hot’ right to her face. Harry was very distracted by his recurring nightmares, but even he wondered what the twins could possibly be up to.

Hermione wanted to avoid Fred and George, but her sense of duty as a Prefect forced her to keep an eye on them. They used all these opportunities to continue their ridiculous accusations that she was sweet on them and wanted to get them alone so she could, as George so rudely put it, 'work her wicked will on two innocent brothers.'

They said this in front of several of her classmates, including Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender. Seamus volunteered to come along Saturday and share in Fred and George’s detention if it meant ‘havin’ a go wit ya, Hermione,’ which sent her rushing to the stairs and her bed.

Lavender and Parvati talked with her a little later, actually sounding quite concerned.

“Fred and George haven’t done anything to you, have they, Hermione?” Lavender asked, sitting on Hermione’s bed and taking her hand.

Hermione was genuinely touched by Lavender’s gesture. She usually thought of her two roommates as shallow and immature, but knew, deep down, that they were both caring and intelligent. She sometimes envied them their easy-going and unconscious sexuality, realizing that her reserved and inhibited nature often had her denying her own attractiveness.

“No, of course not,” Hermione huffed. “They...they’ve just started this...this campaign against me. I gave them detention and they’re acting like I want to...to have sex with them or something!”

“Well, do you?” smirked Parvati.

“NO!” Hermione actually screamed. “Parvati! How...how can you say something like that?”

“I’m only teasing you, Hermione,” the lovely Indian witch said, putting a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “Fred and George have let slip that they think you’ve matured into the quote, ‘sexiest damn witch at Hogwarts,’ unquote. They’re up to something.”

“You don’t think I’m sexy?” Hermione asked, sounding offended.

Lavender and Parvati couldn’t help themselves and giggled merrily. “Hermione,” Lavender said softly, “that’s hardly a question to ask another witch. You’ve certainly, umm, grown up over the summer, though, that’s easy to see.”

Hermione couldn’t help blushing. She knew what Lavender was talking about. Just since last May, Hermione had added almost three inches to her previously modest breasts and her hips had widened and her waist had shrunk. Even her derriere had acquired some additional ‘padding,’ and made her skirts bulge out in back most attractively.

Since she had spent a lot of the summer with Harry and Ron, neither of them really noticed. If they did, they were too probably embarrassed to say anything, which Hermione thought was more likely to actually be the case. They weren’t that oblivious.

“And, Hermione,” Parvati said, “there are definitely some subtle differences about you. How you walk, how you carry yourself, even how you, well, fit your clothes. Seamus and Dean have commented on it. So have Ken and Lee. Even Colin!” she snickered.

Hermione had to tell someone. “Promise...promise me you won’t tell anyone else what I’m going to tell you?” she asked, a tear leaking from her eye.

Lavender and Parvati were stunned. Hermione rarely cried.

Parvati actually hugged her and said softly, “Of course we won’t, Hermione. What is it? Fred and George haven’t actually DONE something to you, have they?”

Hermione shook her head and sighed. “No, not them. I...I, well, I’m not a virgin anymore. I-I made love to a Muggle friend of mine right after I got home from school.”

Lavender and Parvati squealed and flapped their hands. “You DIDN’T!?” Lavender gasped. “How was it?”

“LAVENDER!” Hermione wailed. “I-I’m not going to tell you that!”

“Oh, come on, Hermione!” Parvati gushed. “You have to tell us! At least tell us if it was good for you.”

Hermione got her tears under control. “It...it was okay, I guess. We only did it twice. I don’t really think I had an orgasm, though. It was nice, really, it was. I would probably have done it some more but the Weasleys asked me to come and stay with them a couple days later.”

“I promise, Hermione,” Lavender said sincerely, hugging her tightly, “Parvati and I won’t tell anyone. Really, I promise. We promise. Was he someone that you’ve known a long time?”

“Since I was six,” Hermione admitted with a small smile. “He’s a really sweet man. He’s nineteen and, well, joining the Navy. I guess I felt like I...I owed him something for being my friend for so long. I actually initiated it. I’m just not sure why now.”

“Well, you must have liked him,” said Lavender. “And I’m sure he liked you, too. After all, wasn’t he taking something of a risk? Since you were only fifteen, you were under the Muggle age of consent, Hermione, I’m sure you know that.”

“I had to talk him into it,” Hermione confessed. “He told me several times he wouldn’t because I was too young. Maybe I was, really, since I didn’t come, er, have an orgasm. He wasn’t a virgin, and, well, he did his best to...to bring me off, but I guess I was just too nervous. After all, we were doing it in my bedroom at home, even though my parents were at work. Plus, he...he finished rather quickly, it seemed. He apologized and said it was simply because I was so ‘tight’ and ‘sexy.’”

“Aren’t you a little sad, though, that, well, that he doesn’t seem to be your...your soul mate?” Parvati asked gently.

Hermione shrugged a little. “It’s not like I was consciously saving my...my virginity for someone else. And it was only twice. I can’t help but wonder if I’d stayed home longer and done it some more, if...if it might not have been better.”

Hermione wiped her face on her sheet. “I had to tell someone. Please. You’ll keep my secret, won’t you?”

Parvati and Lavender again assured her that they would, although Lavender declared with a snarky grin, “You have to promise me a ‘stroke-by-stroke’ report one night.”

“LAVENDER!” Hermione squealed, turning red.

“I’m joking, Hermione,” Lavender sniggered. “Did it...did it hurt?”

Hermione shrugged and sighed. “A little. Well, more than a little but not a lot. I guess he was fairly well endowed, but I don’t really have anyone to compare him with. It’s not like I’ve seen all that many men naked and erect,” she concluded with a small snicker.

Hermione decided she should get a few digs in at her roommates. “So, when are you two reluctant virgins giving it up, huh?”

Lavender pinked up nicely and snickered, “When I find someone who’ll stay with me more than two nights! Just joking. I don’t know, maybe next term? I’ll be sixteen in November, but I guess I’ll probably wait until I’m of age, unless the right guy happens to magically appear. What about you, Parvati?”

The dusky witch’s cheeks were a deep brownish red.

Lavender’s eyes widened and Hermione’s mouth dropped open.

“Parvati!” Hermione gasped. “You...you, too?”

Parvati nodded, then smiled weakly. “Kind of like you, Hermione. I’ve known him for years. He actually works for my parents now. He’s eighteen. I...I did it right before I came back to school. Padma is very jealous of me.”

Lavender hugged her best friend tightly. “So, did you come?”

Parvati huffed and sniffed, “Really, Lav! What a question. Umm, actually, I did. But, from foreplay, not...not the actual act. It was pretty much like yours, Hermione. It hurt some and, well, it was over fairly quickly. It was nice, very nice, really. I...I suppose I’ll probably do it with him some more over the Christmas holidays. You’re just going to have to get laid, Lavender, if you want to talk with us as an ‘equal’ anymore,” Parvati giggled at her best friend.

“Well, Seamus is pretty cute...”

“If you find a place to do it, Lav,” Parvati giggled again, “let me know. Hermione, can I ask you something seriously?”

“Of course,” Hermione replied.

“Er, umm, do you find that you, well, that you’re really horny? I mean, hornier than ever since you did it?” the dusky witch asked, her cheeks dark red again. “I swear there’s been times I’ve wanted to drag Seamus or Dean or - hell, just any guy - into a broom cupboard and shag him senseless.”

Hermione blushed as well as Lavender snickered at the two of them and said, “Oh, you randy, dirty old witches, you! Well, are you, Hermione?”

Hermione hung her head, and heaving a tremendous sigh, confessed, “God, YES!”

Hermione felt much better having finally told someone about losing her virginity. She was very pleased that Parvati and Lavender honored their promise to keep her secret.

Saturday came, and after breakfast Hermione walked the pissing and moaning Fred and George Weasley down past Hagrid’s hut and right to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She stopped them at a simple, rude wooden building that looked like a stable, although there were no horses at Hogwarts.

“Alright, Hermione,” groused Fred. “What the bleedin’ hell is this all about? Where the hell are we?”

“Yeah,” snapped George. “And what stinks? Goddam, it...it smells like a house elf’s armpit in here!”

“Language, you two,” Hermione tutted at them. “These are the Thestral stables. After Harry described what he saw pulling the carriages I asked Hagrid about them. Thestrals are spectral equines, invisible except to those who have witnessed a death. They eat raw meat and drink blood. They also produce an extremely smelly, but very rich dung, which Hagrid uses on his own garden, as well as the school gardens.”

“Fascinatin’!” George snorted. “What’s that have to do with us?”

Hermione face split into a truly fiendish grin. “You two get to muck out the stables and spread the dung on the school gardens!”

“No fuckin’ way!” Fred growled, his face red. “It stinks like...like, well, like shit in here! And where the hell is the stuff? I don’t see nothin’!”

“Just like the Thestrals, their dung is invisible,” Hermione actually laughed. “These stables are just like a stable for horses. Their heads hang out the front, so all the dung is in the back of the stalls. All the Thestrals are out flying around right now. Hagrid lets them out every morning, so they won’t try to take a bite out of you. And, just so the lesson sinks in, Accio Fred and George’s wands!”

The twins’ wands flew into Hermione’s hand. “No magic. You get to use the shovels and the wheelbarrows.”

The twins were red in the face. “I ain’t gonna bleedin’ do this, Hermione!” Fred yelled. “It’s...it’s cruel and unusual punishment, that’s what it is! I refuse!”

“Would you rather serve detention with Snape?” she asked sweetly.

Fred and George shivered slightly. Past detentions with the loathed Potions Master had almost resulted in serious injury to them as well as coming within an ace of getting them expelled.

“Damn you, Hermione!” George swore. “Bloody hell, it stinks! Why ain’t your pretty, little nose all scrunched up?”

“If you paid attention in Professor Flitwick’s class, you would have learned the Deodorizing Charms. Plus, if you look closely, you’ll see I have an Air Bubble mask on. Get to it. The Thestrals usually return around noon. I’m sure they’d love finding fresh meat like you two to snack on,” she laughed.

“Well, I ain’t getting this stink in my clothes, that’s for bloody sure,” Fred groused. He peeled off his tee shirt and slipped off his trousers, standing in front of Hermione in his jockey pants, a rather prominent bulge very apparent. George quickly followed suit, his bulge being nearly identical with his twin brother’s. They smirked as Hermione’s cheeks blossomed scarlet.

“At least magic us a pair of mucking boots, Hermione!” George asked in a reasonable tone.

Hermione waved her wand and they both had knee-high, heavy rubber boots. They started in the first stall, blindly stabbing their shovels around until they struck some resistance. George pushed his shovel into the invisible mound, lifted it up and then cursed royally as he felt the invisible dung slip off and fall backwards over his hands and arms.

“SHIT! SHIT!” he screamed. “Damn you, Hermione! This ain’t fuckin’ funny!”

“I think it’s hilarious,” she chortled. “Maybe now you’ll stop using the other students for test subjects like I’ve told you to. Dumbledore approved this detention, by the way. Come on, you miserable lot. Put your backs into it!” she sniggered.

Fred and George cursed and swore as they finally managed to fill a wheelbarrow with the invisible dung and rolled it over to the garden. Their olfactory nerves, fortunately for them, soon shut down so they weren’t as overwhelmed by the stench as they spread it along the furrows.

“I ain’t eating another bleeding vegetable at meals anymore,” Fred grumped. “Not knowin’ that they’re fertilized by Thestral shit. I’m surprised we all ain’t dead.”

“Natural fertilizer is much healthier than the artificial sort,” Hermione snickered. “Come on, you’ll never get the stable completely mucked out at this rate. Thestral’s love snacking on recalcitrant students, you know.”

As the morning passed, Hermione found herself staring more and more at the two muscular brothers, their biceps bulging and their leg muscles flexing as they worked. Gary, the most fortunate Muggle who had deflowered her, was similarly built, and, Hermione remembered with a blush and a flutter between her thighs, his bulge had looked smaller than either Fred or George’s. Hermione had to constantly shake her head to stop fantasizing about what the twins’ endowments might possibly look like. And, even more embarrassing, what they might feel like up inside her. Her breath would catch in her throat as their jockey pants would ride up into their cracks, exposing their pale, freckled cheeks and further defining the bulge in the front.

Fred and George both noticed her discomfort - and interest - and they started making a point of exposing as much of themselves as they could, as well as flexing their muscles and ‘posing’ for her whenever they could.

Hermione tried to ignore this but was unsuccessful, as her center grew warmer and the crotch of her knickers moistened, then actually became soaking wet. A soft moan of desire escaped her lips when Fred ‘accidentally’ exposed himself one time as he adjusted his pants.

“Like what you see?” Fred asked rakishly.

“I’ve seen better,” Hermione sniffed.

“Oh, do tell!” George smirked. “Come on, Hermione, my sweet, innocent Prefect, tell us more. Been peeking at our baby brother in the bath?”

Hermione blushed, both from anger and embarrassment. She had walked in on someone in the bath at 12 Grimmauld Place, but it had been Sirius, not Ron. It was very early July and she had only just lost her maidenhood a few days earlier. The sight of the slender, muscular, very well endowed Sirius had sent her running to her bedroom and, since Ginny was absent, she soon rubbed herself to a panting, gasping orgasm, muttering Sirius’ name all the while.

“None of your business. Stop goofing off, you two. You still have half a dozen stalls to muck out.”

“I’d much rather muck about with you, my pretty Muggleborn,” George leered. “Will you wash our backs for us after we’re done?” he asked, nodding towards the attached shower room. The Thestral stench was so bad that Hagrid had built it so he wouldn’t have to chance befouling his own cottage.

“In your dreams,” she snorted.

“My dreams almost always come true, Hermione, luv,” Fred murmured. “Trawlaney loved interpreting my dreams and always told me I’d get any woman I wanted.”

“If you want to believe that old fraud, I can’t stop you,” Hermione sniffed. “One more load then you’re done.”

Fred and George tiredly rolled the wheelbarrow to the garden and spread the odoriferous load. They took the wheelbarrow and shovels back to the stable and wiped the sweat from the faces.

“So, can we go, your majesty?” Fred growled.

“No more testing on your classmates, understand?” Hermione said firmly.

“Yes, Miss Bossy Boots,” George snapped. “May we have our wands back so we can clean our boots and deodorize ourselves? Oh, and our clothes?”

Hermione smiled and wrinkled her lovely nose. “I should make you go back to Gryffindor just like you are. That would really make the lesson sink in, wouldn’t it?”

“That’s just too much, little Miss Prefect,” Fred snapped. “Come on, George, let’s show her just how much we love her!”

Before Hermione could react, the two sweaty, smelly brothers had engulfed her in a tight hug, rubbing their firm, strong bodies on her slender frame with great gusto and near-maniacal laughter.

“So, just who’s going to have to go back to Gryffindor smelling like Thestral shit, eh, my bushy-haired beauty?” George laughed, tangling his stinking hands in Hermione’s hair.

“Yeah,” added Fred, rubbing up her calves with his boots, “I guess you’ll have to take that shower with us. Anyone who caught a whiff of you in the corridors would toss their biscuits.”

“Stop! You...you animals! You bastards! Stop! STOP!!” Hermione screamed to no avail. Fred and George continued to spread the invisible dung and its associated stench all over her clothes and whatever part of her body was exposed - her face, neck, arms and lower legs.

Even worse, though, was the fact that Hermione felt herself starting to like how it felt having the two handsome, muscular, albeit reeking, wizards pressing her tightly between them and, purposely or not, rubbing their most impressive hard ons up and down on some of the most sensitive and responsive parts of her body.

“Please, please, Fred, George, PLEASE! STOP!” Hermione cried.

“What’s wrong, luv?,” Fred asked sarcastically. “You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

“PLEASE!” she begged, tears falling from her eyes as her thighs began to quiver and her pussy to throb. Fred’s large cock, confined only by the thin cotton of his jockeys, had been pressing and stroking her now tingling clit with force and vigor. And the feel of George’s cock sliding up and down in her arse crack had her biting her tongue to keep from moaning with forbidden pleasure.

Fred and George stopped and backed away from her.

“We’re sorry, Hermione,” Fred apologized, his voice fairly sincere. “But, you have to admit you deserved it! This was the nastiest detention I’ve ever had, and believe me, I’ve had ‘em all!”

“Besides,” George said softly, “You’re so keen with Cleansing and Deordorizing Charms that you’ll be clean in a jiffy.”

“You...you berks! You plonkers!” Hermione yelled, giving vent to her usually tightly-controlled temper. “I’m a mess! I’ll never get the stink out of my hair. I’ll...I’ll...”

Hermione sat down on a convenient bench and started crying, startling the twins.

“Hermione,” George said gently, “don’t cry. We’re sorry, but, well, you really were kind of mean to us. You know we’re your friends. We’d never really hurt you, you know that.”

“Yeah, you know we love you,” Fred smiled roguishly. “And, believe me, Hermione, it was a real pleasure to be able to rub myself on that marvelous body that you’ve acquired these last few months.”

“You...you like my body?” she asked, startled.

Fred and George stared at each other in confusion, both thinking the same thought, “Hermione Granger is FLIRTING with us?”

Fred took a chance. “Well, you bet, Hermione. You’ve, ahh, really grown up these last few months. Don’t think I didn’t notice at Grimmauld Place. You should wear tighter clothes, show yourself off, if you want my opinion.”

“I agree,” George added quickly. “You...you didn’t really think we’d touch you or anything like that, did you, Hermione? You know us better than that. You sure felt all nice and round and soft in between us, though, I won’t deny that.”

Hermione was very confused. She should be livid at the twins, be turning them into toads, for what they had done to her. By the same token, her body was still shivering with longing and craving. Gary had rubbed on her just like that and had turned her on so much that she finally suggested that they go all the way. It was exactly as she had confessed to Parvati and Lavender. She was horny!

In addition, the looks on their faces were classic. She had them confused and defensive, a true rarity.

She couldn’t believe it was her own mouth that uttered the next words. “Would you like to wash my back for me?”

Their shocked expressions were priceless. Hermione bit her lip to keep from smiling. She looked into George’s eyes, then Fred’s, her expression neutral.

The twins stared at her, then at each other, their astonishment plain.

“Are you seriously suggesting that you’d join us in the showers, Hermione?” Fred finally managed to ask.

“With the understanding that you may not touch any part of me unless I tell you that you can,” she told them sternly.

She barely reined in her laughter at their stupefied expressions. It would be worth exposing herself to them to see just how embarrassed and tongue-tied and frustrated she could make them.

“Alright,” George gulped. “Fred, you and me first. Let’s drop ‘em.” The twins slid their reeking pants down and stepped out of them. Their cocks were standing straight out.

Hermione couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her throat at the sight of Fred and George’s most impressive hard ons. “Much bigger than Gary,” she thought as her thighs quivered.

“Your turn, Hermione,” Fred smirked. “Or was I right and all you wanted was to see our buff, naked selves?”

Hermione gathered her courage and started to undress, at first mechanically but then as she started to unbutton her blouse she decided she could be a tease as well as any other women.

She undid her blouse buttons slowly and when finished, just let it hang open as she sexily shimmied her skirt over her hips and down her shapely thighs, finally letting it slip down her legs and pool at her feet. She sat down and slowly and provocatively rolled her knee-high Gryffindor socks down her calves and over her heel, finally pulling them off and waggling her scarlet-painted toenails at the gaping twins.

“Oh, Gryffindor to your very toes, eh, my pretty Prefect?” George smirked.

“What else?” she breathed sexily. She turned her back to them and let her blouse slip off her shoulders and down her arms to join her skirt and socks. She reached back and undid the clasp of her plain, simple cotton bra and slipped it off, her back still to them. She knew she was flushing all over as she stood in front of them in only her boxer-style knickers. This was one time she was sorry she didn’t much fancy frilly lingerie, like Lavender and Parvati. However, the soft moans and grunts of lust from the twins made her mouth curl into a smile.

“Oh, they’re in my power, as it were,” she chuckled to herself. “Can I do it? Can I really stand totally naked in front of them? Yes, I can! They did it in front of me. I have to show them they can’t intimidate me.”

She slipped her knickers slowly, very slowly over her hips, letting them roll up and settle just below her cheeks, hiding their view of her most intimate part. Then, with another satisfied smile to herself she bent over at the waist and inch-by-inch rolled her last garment down her well-formed legs to her ankles.

She inhaled a bit as the cool air wafted across her wet lips. She broke into a grin as she heard Fred and George whining and groaning in frustrated lust as her vagina yawned open just the least bit as she lifted her feet, one-by-one, and took her knickers in her hand. She straightened up and held them in front of her womanhood and turned around, staring boldly into the twins’ wide-open and unbelieving eyes.

“Like what you see?” she asked provocatively, the knickers hiding her ultimate treasure from their intense and lustful gaze.

The twins were stunned speechless, an event that occurred about as often as a total eclipse.

“Bleedin’ hell, Hermione!” Fred finally gasped. “You win! Goddam it all, but you are one sexy, beautiful witch, Hermione Granger!”

She took her wand and waved it at her clothes, muttering several charms. She then cancelled her Air Bubble charm and nearly gagged at the stench clinging to Fred, George and herself.

Fred laughed at her pale face. “Serves you right, Hermione! Me and George have been ready to pass out all morning.”

“George and I,” she gasped.

“Always the know-it-all,” George snickered. “After you, luv,” he said, gesturing towards the shower.

She took a breath and dropped her knickers, giving them a perfect, unobstructed view of the soft, brown curls at the apex of her thighs. Gary had told her she had the ‘prettiest pussy’ he’d ever seen, although she imagined he said that to any woman he made love to. His praise, though, had thrilled and pleased her at the time. She had always felt insecure about her body, but now, seeing the looks of pure, raw desire in the twins eyes, she felt more confident than ever.

She walked between them and into the shower room. There was one huge showerhead, since Hagrid had designed the shower for himself. She waved her wand and three separate heads appeared. She started the water, adjusted the temperature and entered the middle stream.

“Well,” she smirked at them. “Are you going to just stand there and stare or finally wash that stench off?”

George took the stream to her left, Fred to the right. She summoned shampoo and soap and began to clean herself as Fred and George simply stared at her, mesmerized.

“Wash my hair?” she asked them.

George took the shampoo and put a large amount on her head and began to softly massage it into her bushy hair. Fred joined a moment later. She was very pleased that neither of them touched her anywhere but her head.

She stared at their raging erections. George was a little longer, but Fred was thicker around. They were both so totally aroused that their cocks pointed straight up, flat along their abdomens, rather than sticking out.

They washed her hair twice, then Fred said, “Are you going to wash ours?”

She nodded and directed Fred to sit on the floor, knelt behind him, and subtly pressing her breasts into his back proceeded to wash his bright, copper hair. Fred moaned happily and leaned his head back, nestling between her breasts.

“No touching,” she reminded him.

He growled and moved his head forward, purring like a contented cat as she cleaned his hair. George, in the meantime, was washing his body and struggling not to wrap his hand around his cock and relieve the awful tension between his legs.

He was saved when Hermione directed him to sit and washed his hair, leaning her soft, full breasts onto his upper back.

Once she finished, she arose and washed her own body, grinning at them sitting under their individual shower streams simply staring at her. She snickered as they continually jerked their hands away from their hard ons to keep themselves from masturbating right in front of her.

Hermione was also having trouble keeping herself from touching their cocks. They were so big, so long, and she whimpered a little as the thought of having them inside her constantly forced itself to the forefront of her consciousness.

She looked into Fred’s eyes, then reached out and wrapped her soft, dainty left hand around his cock and started to slowly stroke him up and down. She gestured at George to move closer and then seized his manhood in her right hand.

The twins both howled with delight as her tender hand stroked their soapy-slick cocks with firm and insistent strokes. Hermione was surprised she was so coordinated but did not need to keep up her motions for very long. Fred came first, groaning her name, his come flying up into the air and spattering his stomach. George came about thirty seconds later, groaning, “God, fuck, shit! Hermione! Shit! Hermioneeeee!” as his seed spurted out, then fell back onto his cock and her stroking hand.

Hermione was stunned at herself, her mind screaming at her, “You are a slut and a tease, Hermione Granger! My God! Look at all...all this semen!”

George moved first, pulling free of her hand, standing and dragging Hermione up with him. He pulled her back tightly to his chest, his hands cupping her breasts and his fingers stroking and twisting her hard, pebbled nipples. His still-hard cock nestled between the two perfect hemispheres of her ass.

Fred pushed himself onto her, front to front, his sticky, rigid shaft pressed against her smooth, flat stomach as he seized her mouth with his in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth to torture and tease her own.

Hermione reveled in the sensations of being pressed between two wet, naked, muscular wizards then tore her mouth from Fred’s and cried, “Stop! Fred! George! You promised! STOP!”

The twins backed away from her, breathing hard, the cocks still hard and erect. Their eyes devoured the slim, shapely beauty in front of them, her breasts heaving with fear and lust, her thighs and stomach tightening with desire.

“God! Hermione!” Fred groaned. “We’re only bleeding human! I’m sorry! We’re sorry! But, God, Hermione, you...you’re the finest-looking piece I’ve ever seen. Damn me if it isn’t true!”

“You’re a bleedin’ goddess, a succubus,” George growled. “What did you bloody expect from us, Hermione?”

She backed up against the wall, her mind whirling with desire and denial, lust and shame.

“I...I expected you to honor my wishes,” she cried. “I, oh, God, I...I want...I want...”

“What do you want, Hermione? Tell us!” Fred demanded, standing in front of her, his cock a mere centimeter from her wet curls.

“I want you! I want you both!” she wept, unable to believe she’d said it. She never imagined that the seemingly simple act of being deflowered would change her so much. It was just like Parvati had said. It seemed once she had gotten a taste of sensual pleasure, her body was demanding that she enjoy it as often as possible.

Fred and George were staring at each other in disbelief again.

“Both? Both of us, Hermione?” gasped George. “Are you...are you serious?”

“Yes,” she whimpered softly. “Tell me no. Tell me you won’t.”

“We’d never force you, Hermione,” Fred said softly, but firmly. “You being a virgin and all.”

She looked into Fred’s eyes, then George’s, and said, “I-I-I, I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“Er, umm, congratulations?” Fred gulped, not sure what to say.

Fred’s totally incongruous reply turned out to be exactly what Hermione needed to hear. She stopped her tears, sniffled a little and said with a wan, small smile, “Umm, thank you, Fred.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome,” he replied with his own cheeky grin. “Please, don’t tell me it was Ickle Ronnikins.”

Hermione blushed, amazed that she could do so, considering she was standing naked in front of two handsome, buff, naked wizards.

“No, not Ron,” she said. “Earlier this past summer. A...a friend, at my parents’ house.”

“Well, we’re your friends, too, Hermione,” George leered, “but we’d never try to coerce you into something like...like shagging us both.” He caught his breath and then added, stammering slightly, “Unless...unless that’s what...what you really want.”

She looked back and forth between the panting twins. Finally, the logic of her mind was unable to overcome the demands of her body.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”

“Ahh,” Fred gasped, “both of us at once? Or, well, one after the other?”

Hermione paused, her heart beating fast, her breath ragged, her mind swirling.

“Both at once,” she mumbled.

Fred and George looked at each other, then at the gorgeous, naked witch, trembling in front of them.

“Are you sure you want this, Hermione?” Fred asked, his tone filled with concern and love, as well as his desire. “Have you even had it in your arse, er, I mean, in back?”

“No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I’ve only had it the...the front. And only twice.”

“Are you sure?” George asked, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes looking into hers. “You are a really sexy witch, Hermione, and you’re a friend. A good friend. We wouldn’t want to ruin that.” Fred nodded in agreement.

Her brain said to take the escape she’d been offered, but her body betrayed her again, making her say, “I’m sure.”

The twins grinned at each other, then at her. “Well, then, my pretty Prefect,” George leered, “let the fun begin.”

He pulled her to him and seized her lips with his, his tongue invading her mouth and starting her moaning wantonly. His hands fell to her firm, full buttocks and pulled her lithe, shapely body tightly to his muscular torso. Fred moved behind her, pressed against her and slid his cock between her thighs, stroking it between nether lips, and began teasing her bud from under its hood, while his hands fondled her firm, smooth breasts.

Hermione whimpered and whined with delight and pleasure as so many different erogenous zones of her body were stimulated simultaneously. Her mind kept screaming that this was wrong - totally wrong - but her libido was controlling her now as she kissed George back fiercely and squeezed Fred’s cock between her shapely thighs, making him moan with delight.

All three of them were soon writhing and rubbing against each other with abandon. Fred’s fingers replaced his thrusting cock and found the nub of Hermione’s clit nestled in her soft curls and soon had her panting with lust and the muscles in her core coiling in anticipation of release.

“Wand!” she gasped. She summoned it and quickly said the Contraception Charm. Tossing it aside she moaned to the twins, “Please! Now! Before I...I lose my nerve!”

Fred summoned a bottle of shampoo and emptied it on his erection and hand. He gently but firmly forced one, then two, soap-coated fingers into the tight ring of muscles that were Hermione’s arse. She groaned and even yelped a bit with pain, but knew Fred was being as gentle as possible with her.

She whinged and tried to shrink away from him as she felt the broad, soft head of his cock push into her arse a little way.

“Gently, please, Fred. It...it hurts.”

“You’ve gotta relax, Hermione,” he whispered, his lips teasing her neck and ear and eliciting small mewls of delight.

She consciously forced her muscles to relax. She wondered why she was allowing her body to be penetrated in such an obscene way, but she was now desperate to experience it fully.

She succeeded and felt Fred’s hard length finally settle far inside her. Her muscles were involuntarily spasming around him and he groaned, “I...I ain’t gonna last long if you...if you keep doing that, Hermione. George, you’d best get yourself in her.”

Hermione was unprepared for the sensation as George’s cock slowly, bur firmly, parted her swollen lips and swiftly slid into her heat and wetness. She groaned as he filled her completely, stretching her most delightfully.

She felt Fred start to softly stroke in and out of her arse as George began the same slow motions up and down in her throbbing pussy. 'Throbbing' was the only word she could think of to describe her feelings now. An insistent pulse began inside her as the twins found an erotic rhythm to their strokes that quickly made her fall apart with ecstasy.

George worked his hand between where their sexes were joined and found the engorged nub of her clit. He stroked and squeezed it for less than a minute before Hermione felt her entire lower body coil as tight as a watchspring and then, moments later, literally explode with delight as an overwhelming orgasm seized her.

“George! Fred! God! Yes!”

Her cunt squeezed around George’s cock with almost painful intensity. He stroked her a few more times then groaned into her ear, “I...I can’t help it! God! Yes! Hermione!”

She threw her head back, keening through her nose and mouth as she felt George’s seed literally rocket up inside her. Her cunt pulsed around his thrusting cock, milking his sweet love into her.

Fred was almost in a trance, thrusting his cock into Hermione’s impossibly tight arse and feeling his own brother’s cock banging into his through the thin membrane separating them inside the incredible girl - no, woman - trapped between their hard bodies.

Fred heard Hermione and George’s gasps and cries of completion and felt Hermione’s muscles bear down on him as her cunt flexed around George’s prick. He pushed up inside her as far as possible then screamed, “God! Oh,God! Hermione!” as he spilled himself deep inside her.

The brothers kept thrusting into her, their motions jerky and slowing. Hermione consciously squeezed Fred’s cock in her arse as George’s fingers continued to stroke and stimulate her clit. That, combined with his continued thrusts into her slick, wet cunt drove her over the edge once more, rocking her body with another shattering orgasm as her cunt fluttered along his still-hard length.

Fred pulled out of her, falling to his knees and hugging her and George around their waists, his head resting on her nether cheeks, his lips kissing and his teeth nibbling at the fair, firm mounds.

George soon followed, his softening cock coming free of her with a soft, wet plop. He also fell to his knees, his mouth and lips pressed into Hermione’s folds and torturing her clit.

Hermione was practically drained from the experience and glad that the twins were actually supporting her legs, which had lost all feeling and were turning into jelly. Then, when George’s lips encircled her aching nub, sucked on it and he bit it lightly, she spiraled into blissful release once again moaning softly, "George, Fred, George, Fred."

She shook with ecstasy as the both forced their tongues inside her to lap up her tangy-sweet release. Her mouth could no longer form words, her mind a coherent thought, as she literally melted into their embrace and slowly sank to the floor of the shower.

Several minutes later the twins sat up and softly stroked Hermione’s wet, shivering body. They helped her up and bathed her and themselves again, then cast several charms to dry themselves off.

Hermione finally regained her senses, cast a few more Deodorizing spells, dried her hair and began dressing.

“Hermione?” George queried softly. “You...you alright, luv?”

She smiled, pulled his face down to hers for a kiss, then did the same to Fred.

“Alright, yes, I’m alright,” she cooed, her smile full and happy.

“Well, I...we, we’re happy to hear that, we are,” Fred grinned. “Ugh! I ain’t putting these pants back on. Incendio!” He pointed his wand and his and George’s redolent underwear was quickly consumed.

They all finished dressing before Hermione smiled cattily and said, “Did you two realize that these showers are full of mold? I think you need another detention so you can clean them up, don’t you?”

“Are you going to be here to supervise?” George asked with a rakish smile.

She grinned, licked her lips and rubbed her satiated pussy. “Of course. You’ll just skive off if I’m not!”