Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...

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Bill could not tear his eyes from Hermione’s sweet mouth. His own lips, parted, and slightly moist, tingled with unspoken desire. Hermione felt his gaze on her and lifted her eyes to meet his. Fred, splayed across the bed, allowed his head to loll back against George’s shoulder, his eye lids at half mast as Hermione’s small hand closed around the two swollen sacs in his possession.

“Hermione?” Bill asked huskily. “What did it taste like?”

Hermione smiled a slow, knowing grin. She reached for Bill’s shoulder to pull him closer, making to whisper in his ear. With the eldest Weasley present quite distracted, she slipped a finger across the tip of Fred’s erection once more, murmuring quietly for only Bill to hear, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. He wet his lips hungrily just as she smeared his own lips with the pearlescent essence from his brother. Bill jumped. George groaned audibly. Bill quirked one eyebrow at the new found vixen in their midst, then licked his lips once more, “Mmmmmm,” then grabbed her roughly around the waist, smashing her to his side and asserting control of the moment with his lips, tongue and teeth forcing the younger witch to melt under his touch.

Fred’s own hand involuntarily moved to stroke languidly along his shaft as he watched his older, more experienced brother demonstrate the proper technique for snogging a witch soundly.

George shifted against the bare back of his brother, unfolding what had grown to be a painfully trapped erection which now fit quite comfortably and snug against the convenient cleft of his twin’s backside. He settled his chin on Fred’s shoulder, musing aloud, “Why are we the only ones naked?”

“Good point, little brother.” Bill chuckled, cupping Hermione’s chin with his free hand. “Men are reported to be quite visual creatures, Miss Research Assistant. Care to test that theorem as well?” He queried seductively as his fingers eased the edge of her t-shirt from the waistband of her jeans.

“All in the name of research?” Countered Hermione.

“Of course.” Bill stated with a gleam in his eye.

“Then allow me.”

She slunk off the bed, crossing her arms to grasp the now free edges of her t-shirt, lifting the light cotton over her head, dropping it to the floor as three sets of eyes glittered, mesmerized. She dropped her hands to work at the coppery button on her jeans, shimmying to slide the denim over her well-defined hips, then down her creamy thighs, dropping them to the floor and stepping lightly out of the puddle they created.

George arched into his brother’s backside. Fred and Bill’s hands were quite busy watching the show as Hermione slowly slipped the plain white strap of her bra first off one shoulder then the other before unclipping the front clasp, freeing her firm, pink nippled breasts to their vision. Hermione giggled as all three males visibly reacted.

“Is that a positive reaction to the test stimuli?” She asked with a wicked grin. Three Weasleys nodded in enthusiastic unison.

“Definite positive reaction.” George huffed sliding out from behind Fred to attend to his own needs.

Curiously, Hermione unabashedly peered down at her own breasts. “I really don’t understand the attraction, guys. What is it about breasts that turns you all to jelly-legged jarvey?”

“Who the fuck cares?” Bill sputtered as Hermione cupped her own breasts lifting them for closer inspection.

“Exactly my point.” She snarked, irritated at Bill’s vulgarity, reaching for her bra.

“No Hermione …” Fred and George wheedled in stereo, “Please don’t go just because he acts like a jelly-legged jarvey?”

Note: Do y’all still need more or can I leave it the rest up to YOUR imaginations?