Winston Churchill

If convincing Hermione to come with them had been a breeze, getting her on Fred\'s broom was a rather pleasant Sunday afternoon. It wasn\'t that she didn\'t trust Fred, it was that she had never really trusted brooms in the first place. It was a rather precarious situation, having someone climb onto a broom from a third story window.

\"And you\'re sure you can ride with the two of us on one broom?\" Hermione asked, looking into Fred\'s eyes for comfort.

\"I\'ve done it more than once, Hermione,\" he said suggestively, steering the broom with only his knees and moving it closer to the house.

She just smiled a knowing smile and, dangling from the window sill, managed to seat herself on Fred\'s broom.

\"There, now that wasn\'t so tough, now was it, Hermione?\" George teased sarcastically.

\"Oh, yeah, it\'s the most fun I\'ve ever had,\" Hermione dead pannedtheythey started to fly closer to ground level.

As much as Fred would have liked to do some more daring flying with Hermione nearly in his lap, he decided they could try that another time. He contented himself with wrapping his arms around Hermione and clutching his broom handle while managing a rather jolted stop when he reached ground level, causing Hermione to fall back into him.

\"Oh, sorry Hermione,\" Fred lied. \"Just misjudged the distance, I guess.\"

Although he couldn\'t see it, Fred was sure Hermione probably wore a look of disbelief as she was well aware of both of the twin\'s proficiency on their brooms. His suspicions were completely confirmed by the smile on George\'s face.

\"Oh, that\'s quite alright,\" Hermione replied. \"I\'m sure you have problems with your stick all the time, \" she said, her voice just dripping with innuendo as she wiggled a little closer to the growing erection in Fred\'s lap.

Fred threw George a surprised look as they made their way toward the small pond on the Weasley\'s land. The moon shone down in the middle of the pond, casting reflections along it\'s glassy surface. Fred gingerly touched down on the side of the pond. Abandoning all pretense at being an adult, Hermione threw her towel to the ground and dashed into the cool water head on. In no time at all she was wet and cool from head to toe.

\"Good God bless the both of you,\" she said upon surfacing after diving to the bottom of the clear water. Sinking back into the water she hadn\'t even been looking at the two of them when something caught her eye. They were walking into the pond behind her, walking forward as if they hadn\'t a care in the world, and they hadn\'t brought suits with them. Both Fred and George Weasley were planning on swimming stark naked.

\"Wha what\'re you doing?\" Hermione stammered.

\"I believe, it\'s called swimming, Mione,\" Fred eredered simply.

\"But you\'re...\"

\"Naked?\" George supplied. Apparently Hermione\'s bravado had just exited the building.

Hermione followed their descent into the pond, her eyes transfixed on their identical chests. Pale white skin with a sparse smattering of hair, almost in the same patterns. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering downward, but as the blush rose in her face her eyes lowered.

\"Good Lord,\" Hermione thought as their half erections went out of her sight.

\"We forgot our suits at the shop, and you don\'t mind, do ya, Mione?\" Fred dared as his naked bits slowly disappeared under the blessed/cursed water\'s surface.

\"No,\" she stumbled, \"why would I mind?\"

\"That\'s a girl,\" George applauded as the twins slowly closed in on her.

Hermione\'s whole body was now at attention. She was aware of the skin covering her arms raising in gooseflesh as she shivered at her reaction to their presence. She could feel her nipples peaking and she fought her impulse to cover them.

\"I\'m an adult,\" she thought, \"I can handle two naked Weasley boys.\"

What she hadn\'t counted on, was two Weasley boys handling her.