Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...

Why Hermione Loves Lemon Aides … in Threes

“Research.” Hermione murmured softly. “Hands on research, boys. Some things are better learned from practice and observation rather than dry old texts,” she concluded in her best school teacher voice.

Fred swallowed hard, his eyes wide and staring straight at the bushy haired bossy one studying his semi-flaccid member with much the same intensity he had seen her direct toward a flobberworm dissection. His mouth suddenly became very, very dry. He licked his lips, fascinated with the way Hermione worried the corner of her lower lip between her teeth as she cocked her head, leaning close enough for her warm breath to ghost over his rapidly rising member.

“Hermione?” He stuttered, tongue nearly sticking to his teeth.

“C’mon you two, this should be an interesting experiment.”

Hermione ignored Fred’s obvious nervousness to chide his brothers into action as she leaned back, crossing her arms in irritation.

“Bill, you start first. After all, it was your theorem, wasn’t it?”

Bill grinned, blue eyes dancing in sheer delight. “A wank is a wank?”

“That it doesn’t matter whose hand it is …” Hermione finished for him an keen light glittering in her golden brown eyes. She watched as the older Weasley’s ears turned pink and he rolled to his side to begin fondling his younger brother gently. When his rough skin hand made first contact, Fred nearly jumped off the bed, knocking Hermione off completely. She laughed, standing up, and conjuring a scroll and quill as she did. George took advantage of Fred’s distraction and slipped behind him to hold him steady while Bill went to work.

“Hermione?” Fred stuttered, his body involuntarily jumping as Bill’s fingers traced just under the ridge of his head. “What’s the parchment for?”

“Notes, Fred, notes. This is research after all.” She resettled on the edge of the bed, closely observing and noting Bill’s actions and Fred’s reactions. She attempted to cross her legs hoping to still her own throbbing between her legs. George released one of Fred’s arms, sliding his own hand down beside Bill’s. Hermione unconsciously licked her lips as she watched two similar but different hands stroking and teasing Fred’s now red and pulsing shaft.

“Fred, how does that feel?” She asked breathlessly. “I mean, are two hands better than one?”

Fred could only groan in answer. Bill chuckled out loud. “I think you can take that as a yes, Miss Research assistant.”

George peered at Hermione over Fred’s shoulder. “If she’s the research assistant, perhaps she should be assisting more.” He waggled his eyebrows at Bill who in turn flashed a toothy grin at the witch.

“I beg your pardon?” Hermione added sardonically.

“Purely for the sake of research …” Bill leaned forward, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her closer, “We should see if different types of hands garner different reactions.”

“Most definitely.” George concurred as he watched his brother skillfully remove the quill from between her fingers then wrap same said fingers around Fred’s pulsating penis. The cool contact of her soft, feminine fingers caused Fred to jump, his eyes flying open to lock on Hermione’s. He snorted, and huffed, panting heavily before he was able to add,

“Definite difference,” with a soft moan as she tentatively ran one cool finger from the juncture of his testicles right up along the vein, through the crevice in his head, and gathered the few drops of precome on the pad of her finger.

“I concur.” George whispered breathily as he squirmed behind his twin, eyes locked on Hermione’s small hand being raised to her lips. She studied the liquid on her finger very closely, as if committing its properties to memories, then flicked out a tongue, and licked.

“Purely for research, boys.” She added wickedly, eyes gleaming in delight at the three low, throaty groans her actions elicited.