The Favor

Title: The Favor (4/4)

Author: ianthe_waiting

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.

Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George, mentions of Hermione/Ron.

Rating: NC-17/MA

Summary: Post-Hogwarts. Three years ago, Hermione asked a huge favor from the Weasley twins, and now they have come to collect what Hermione owes them in return.

Warnings: M/M/F, light Twincest, toys, oral, anal, spanking, some bondage and overall wickedness therefore, be warned... Also, some light HBP spoilers...

Genre: Somewhat romance, mostly smut and a reason to get Fred and George to be extremely naughty. ^_^ Gods, I love red heads!

Author's Notes: Here it is, folks, the must anticipated climax! This part is by far the longest... ^_^ Thanks to everyone for commenting and providing such great constructive criticism! This fic is archived at AFF.net and ianthe_waiting's LJ. Special thanks to SeductionsClaim and viccro for beta-ing and just being so damn cool. For info on future projects (which are definitely in the works and in the shape of ten foot tall plot bunnies), email or comment! Cheers!



Part Four - Portkey to Ecstasy...



After three months, Hermione Granger began to expect Fred and George Weasley's eagle owl on every Friday of the week. After the first two months, Hermione had began transfiguring the black lacquer boxes into something more suitable to her needs, erasing all traces of the scrolled words 'Wanton Witch' from the lid. There were also no more personal notes, only pieces of parchment inside the boxes with directions of use for the items stored within. By January she had several items from Wanton Witch securely hidden in her 'toy' chest.

After the initial shock of the first package, Hermione began penning a very threatening, very direct letter to Fred and George Weasley, but half way through the letter she began to worry...worry that the letter might be intercepted accidentally, or lost. There was too much sensitive information in her letter and before long she threw it in the fireplace in her room and began to feel all the anger slip from her body like exhaling stale breath.

She still had not opened the package when the second arrived, or the third... Hermione was a busy person and she had learned that after taking the position at Hogwarts she would have little time for personal pursuits and fell into her bed at night nearly exhausted and in no real mood to indulge in pleasures of the flesh. Hermione had noted, even in her days as a student, that only Professor Sinistra was ever married, but a widow by the time she took her position at Hogwarts. None of the professors were married, and few had any lasting, long-term relationships. And since starting at Hogwarts, Hermione could see why. Not only was Hermione the Potions Professor but she was also Head of Gryffindor House, as well as taking on a study group for those students wanting to improve their chances of passing the Potions N. E. W. T. in their seventh year. So Hermione waited, impatiently, until she knew she had time to really prepare herself to open the Wanton Witch boxes.

When a free weekend without duties or Hogsmeade visits finally came toward the end of November, Hermione set four black lacquer boxes on the foot of her bed, the fourth only having arrived that morning. Warding her chambers with such heavy magic as to even obscure the chamber's location, Hermione undressed, bathed and entered her bedroom wrapped in a silk robe over her bare flesh. Taking a deep breath, Hermione approached the first box, her hands shaking as she reached down to open the lid. She was half expecting an explosion, sparks, a loud noise or a foul odor, but the hinges whined slightly as she let the lid fall back to reveal the contents inside.

Sighing in relief, Hermione cast her eyes to the interior of the box, which was lined in red velvet that made her Gryffindor red bedroom pale in comparison. Inside, her fingers tracing the lip of the box, was what Hermione immediately recognized as a bullet vibrator, very similar to the one she had bought Ginny what seemed ages ago. Pulling out the three-inch long tube with the dulled, yet slightly pointed end, Hermione immediately noticed the weight of the toy. Since there were no batteries, this toy seemed much lighter than the muggle version. Under the bullet was a folded piece of parchment, which Hermione snagged before replacing the bullet toy back in its molded case inside the box. Unfolding the paper, Hermione immediately smirked, reading the words printed in the same copperplate hand as the words on the lid of the box.

'Introducing the Pocket Rocket! Small, discreet and totally silent, this little rocket will vibrate and titillate a Wanton Witch to the point of explosion! With just a simple incantation: "Vibrata" you'll see stars!'

Hermione found herself giggling at the very inane instructions, hoping that some witch would write in and tell the twins to hire someone to rewrite their simple note so that it would sound a bit more professional and not like an advertisement for U-No-Poo. Tucking the small scrap of parchment back inside the box, Hermione shut the lid and moved to the next box. The second package was slightly smaller and as Hermione opened it she saw why. Inside was what looked like an expensive piece of jewelry and not a sexual device... The item was like a silver finger cuff that would fit over the third and second finger joints, tastefully incised with scrolled ivy designs. The ring itself reminded Hermione of some of the muggle jewelry she had seen teenagers wearing in muggle London, and as she plucked out the folded parchment Hermione grinned at the pure genius behind this ring.

'Introducing the Silver Cuff! Slip this ring on any finger and it will resize to fit a Wanton Witch's delicate digit. The Silver Cuff is fashionable, discreet and guaranteed to undulate and titillate! No incantation required. When finished, just slip the ring from your finger and the vibrations will cease.'

Curious at the effect of the ring, Hermione removed it from the box and slipped her left index finger into the cuff, the cool silver sending shivers through her body. As the instructions had read the large ring resized magically to fit over her finger, bending it comfortably at the joint and leaving just the tips of her finger free to move and flex. One moment or two passed and suddenly Hermione's finger began to pulsate pleasurably. Raising her finger to her mouth, Hermione squeaked at the intensity of the ring's vibration on her lower lip. Hermione blinked in surprise, lowering her hand to touch her right nipple through the silk of her robe. The effect was instantaneous and Hermione sighed as the vibrations on her nipple sent a hot sensation running down to her clit. The Silver Cuff was ingenious! She wore it for over five minutes, noting that the undulation was not making her finger numb and when she pulled on the finger cuff with her right hand the silver slipped easily from her finger and the vibrations ended as promised. Slowly she replaced the cuff back in its box, a smile gracing her lips. She knew it was Fred and George's variation of the small finger vibrator Hermione had showed so much interest and enthusiasm about in the parlor of their shop...and for Fred and George to make something so ingenious... Hermione felt a new found respect for the Weasley twins.

The third box contained a dildo made of what looked like crystal and shaped to resemble with excruciating detail a man's six-inch long erect penis. Hermione wondered what enchantment Fred and George had placed on such an innocuous looking toy and quickly read the instructions included.

'Is your wizard getting predictable in bed? Is your wizard just not as long lasting as he claimed? Wanton Witch introduces the Enduring Erection! This toy is guaranteed to last as long as you want it to last! Just insert the head of this cock in your preferred orifice and experience all the sensations of being taken by the wizard of your dreams. To begin your ride, simply whisper "Comincia" to your toy and the Enduring Erection will do the rest! This toy features varying levels of thrust, speed and action that imitates very realistically a wizard's motions during love making. The Enduring Erection is not for the 'inexperienced.' To end your journey into ecstasy, simply remove the Enduring Erection and the enchantment will end.'

Hermione smiled in satisfaction. The twins seemed to have sensed Hermione's line of thinking when she had enchanted her 'Dominator.' But she wondered if there were any significant differences with the charms and enchantments on this toy. If the instructions were of any indication, Fred and George had placed much more complex charms on the toy than Hermione had on the 'Dominator.' The stroke of the 'Dominator' was basically uniform and Hermione had often wondered in her free time what other charms she could use to improve her toy. Unfortunately, Hermione knew, too many enchantments on muggle made materials were not very lasting; the muggle materials silicone and synthetic rubbers were not wonderful receptors for the unmeasurable essence of magic. Curious, Hermione ran her fingers over the 'Enduring Erection,' and immediately drew back in shock. The dildo did not feel like rubber or crystal as it looked, in fact it was warm, soft and stiff as if she were touching the real thing...a man's penis. Tentatively she touched it again and the unknown material seemed to pulse under her fingertips. It was startling to Hermione and a bit disconcerting, but she pulled the dildo from the box and let it rest in both hands. At her touch the toy seemed to stiffen even more and actually lengthen another inch. Biting her lip, Hermione turned the toy over in her hands several times. Without testing, Hermione could not figure out what the toy was made of or immediately see what enchantments and spells that were used to make the 'Enduring Erection' feel so lifelike in her hands. Slowly she replaced it in the box, the dildo shrinking to fit back in its molded place in the velvet and appeared as it had been, innocuous and less than what it truly was...

Slowly closing the lid, Hermione moved to the last box, trying to ignore the ache of arousal deep in her belly. The last box was as big as the one before it and Hermione could not guess what could be inside. Almost too preoccupied with wanting to analyze the previous item, Hermione felt as if it took an age to open the last box. But as she dropped the lid open, she was once again looking at a very recognizable item that seemed no different from its muggle counterpart. Sighing, she once again pulled the instructions out, her eye widening in surprise at what Fred and George had created.

'Wanton Witch introduces their Self-Lubricating Bottom Beads! This item is guaranteed to please those who like it in the end... As the name implies these graduated beads are self lubricating with gentle, non-scented and non-allergenic oils that will aid in reaching that pleasurable point of ecstasy. The lubricant and oils react according to a witch's wanton body and is easy to clean off bed sheets and clothing with a simple cleansing charm. The Self-Lubricating Bottom Beads never require a refilling and various lubes and oils are available for special order.'

With a raised eyebrow, Hermione glanced at the red beads that were coiled slightly in the box. Another ingenious idea, but Hermione wondered again how the twins managed such difficult charms and spells, and even what type of lubricants and oils they had developed.

Finally Hermione set all the boxes back as they had been, closing the lids and stepping back from the bed to stare at the reflection of the firelight and candlelight flickering over the reflective lacquered surfaces. It was obvious from the first box to the latest that Fred and George Weasley were getting better and better with this new product line. But Hermione was reluctant to try the products for herself. She had been pondering for the past three weeks as to why Fred and George had sent her their products, free of charge with only one embarrassing note and no others since as a form of explanation. She also wondered if these boxes were merely prototypes or were they already being sold? It then occurred to Hermione that she did not know how or where Fred and George were advertising their Wanton Witch Products. Hermione giggled to herself, imaging seeing an advert in the Daily Prophet, but she knew that even the infamous Weasley twins would not be so blatant to go that far. No, they had to be running adverts in some magazine geared toward women, perhaps even some of the more pornographic magazines she had seen behind the counter of some of the shops in Diagon Alley. Again, Hermione's curiosity was peaked, and she wondered when she could nick by Diagon Alley and perhaps purchase a magazine of her own...







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By the time the Christmas holiday came, Hermione had several more Wanton Witch boxes hidden in her bedroom. She had the Wanton Witch's set of erotic massage oils and lotions (which she tested for herself and delightfully found to be very well made and mixed), the Wanton Witch's 'Double Your Pleasure' vibrator/dildo/anal plug that boasted its effectiveness of sending a wanton witch into 'fits of irrepressible pleasure,' the Wanton Witch's 'Naughty Wench' set that included various self-strapping and locking restraints that could be disillusioned to be secretly tied to bed posts, and the Wanton Witch's 'Bottom Bludger Bat' which was a very intimidating looking paddle with variable rates of strength to each slap. All of these things Hermione had moved into her now enlarged 'toy' chest.

Hermione had finally worked up the courage to begin trying the various items and soon found herself discreetly disposing of her muggle implements. The 'Dominator' was retired and quickly replaced by the realistic feel and motions of Fred and George's product. The Silver Cuff was her new favorite vibrator and her old one was pushed back to the bottom of the chest, slowly gathering dust. And after her first round with the Wanton Witch products, Hermione began to feel anxious and excited every time the eagle owl would drop a package in her lap every Friday.

The only problem, Hermione soon realized, was that the other professors had begun to notice her weekly packages. It was just before Christmas when Rolanda Hooch mentioned something to Hermione about the sheer amount of packages she had been accumulating over the weeks.

"Bits and bobs from my mum," Hermione answered directly, shrugging and quickly tucking the small package into the shrinking pockets in her robes. And every night she tried her new acquisition...

Still no notes had come with the packages and Hermione felt she had nothing to say to the twins in return. Granted she wanted to thank Fred and George for their contributions to her 'toy' chest, but still felt it inappropriate to ever mention it.

Hermione had finally bought her magazine in Diagon Alley, trying to ignore the pointed stare of the shopkeeper at Flourish and Blotts. She had been correct in assuming Fred and George had placed their advert in 'Playwitch.' The advert was tasteful, to the point, and the address to purchase a catalogue for five sickles was an address far away from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. In fact there was no real hint that Fred and George Weasley had anything to do with Wanton Witch and she smiled at the words at the bottom of the advert which flashed from gold to black: 'Confidentiality and discretion is Wanton Witch's credo!'

The Christmas holiday was quiet for Hermione, leaving Hogwarts only once to spend Christmas day with her parents. The visit had been pleasant, but slightly strained by her father's mention of wanting a son-in-law before too long. Her parents were quite aware of her break-up with Ron and her current status as a spinster school marm... But Hermione smiled and told her father that she was still looking for someone worthy to bring home.

Spring term began and Hermione was as busy as ever, trying her best to make time to pamper herself with the gifts she was still receiving well into January. It was a gift on the third Friday of January that stunned Hermione more than any of the other packages she had received. That night when she opened the familiar lacquer box, Hermione was expecting a new toy, perhaps even a self-lacing corset like the one she had received on the off day of Christmas. But this gift on that third Friday in January appealed to Hermione's love for books. A piece of familiar parchment was tucked inside the cover of a plain, nondescript leather bound tome, and Hermione felt heat rise up in her cheeks as she read it.

'Wanton Witch introduces "The Sexual Prowess of Woman," a book authored by Lady Ophelia Hopkirk, now updated with illustrations and annotations.'

Hermione knew of this book, having read about it in a bibliography of Eromancy. 'The Sexual Prowess of Woman" was considered a 'banned' for many years and had been written over one hundred and fifty years before. Copies of Lady Hopkirk's book were rare and hard to come by, and she started at the table of contents on the next page, wondering how Fred and George could have gotten the rights to republish and sell such an obscure book.

Pulling the book from the box, Hermione tucked it under arm, shoving the box under her bed. Perhaps this would be an interesting change from her usual routine on Friday nights. She had always loved curling up in bed in her silk robe with a book, but this book was guaranteed to be different. Burrowing in the covers, Hermione set back into the pillows piled against the headboard and opened the book to the first page.

"The Sexual Prowess of Woman," was an easy read for the most part, beginning by explaining the female anatomy and the sensitivities of a woman's body. Hermione found that the information, according to the various footnotes, had been slightly revised to suit modern times, but little was changed with the general context. The book went on to explain the concept of erogenous zones, the physicality of arousal and the definition of the basic sexual orientations. Hermione read on to the part of the book which was specifically about heterosexual intercourse and at that point the illustrations became key. As with any wizarding book, the illustrations were not static and moved. It was like watching a short scene that had been looped. A detailed picture of a longhaired witch and a short hair wizard were grinding together in a repeating motion that illustrated the basic missionary position. Hermione smiled as she read the caption under the illustration, listing all the titles for the position, right down to the Sanskrit titles used in the Kama Sutra. She smiled even wider when Lady Hopkirk noted: "This position has great possibilities in variation, but is perhaps the simplest position for the wizard besides lying idly on his back..." Hermione chuckled to herself thinking that this position was the only one Ron Weasley could ever comprehend. She remembered how horrified Ron had been when she had forcefully reversed the position so that she was in charge...apparently Ron did not like the fact he was not in control...

As Hermione flipped on, more illustrations revealed positions Hermione only wished she could have been in with Ron... The witch atop the wizard, twisting her hips as she knelt over his erection...a position which Hermione remembered Lavender Brown calling the 'Reverse Cowgirl,' and then another that was crudely called in Hermione's mind, 'doggy-style.' There were smaller illustrations of variations of each, a raised leg here, and legs about hips there... And as she continued the positions became more and more like acrobatic feats. The notes did caution the witch of the difficulty with such positions, but also said: "With practice and perhaps a few well placed charms, these more difficult positions are as fulfilling to a witch's need for competition as it is challenging to the witch's mind."

Fascinated with watching the illustrations move and grind, Hermione began to feel very warm and after flipping the pages to the end of the section, she had moved so that the book rested on her knees and her left hand was under the covers, teasing her engorged clit through her knickers.

The next section dealt with the possibility of threes...two wizards and a witch. Hermione felt her belly tighten at the next set of illustrations that differed from the previous illustrations. As she watched two very detailed and almost identically drawn wizards ravish a long, curly haired witch, Hermione bit her lip. One wizard was lapping at the witch's left nipple and the other had his face obscured, as he seemed to be lapping at the witch's nether regions with his tongue. The witch lay on a bed between the two men, writhing, and her mouth open as the moving illustration looped and looped before Hermione's eyes. The illustration had an eagle eye's point of view, and Hermione blinked when it seemed color flashed on the illustration, the witch with caramel curls and the wizards with red, shaggy hair.

Swallowing thickly, Hermione turned the page with her free hand, her left hand slipping past the edge of her knickers and to her hot flesh. The next picture was a different view of the same characters, this time the witch knelt before one wizard on her hands and knees, her lips stretched around the wizard's prick, her head undulating back and forth. The wizard was running his hands over his bare chest, pinching a nipple. Meanwhile the other wizard knelt behind the witch, his face buried in her pussy, drinking her in. Hermione moaned aloud, curling her toes into the sheet of the bed, her fingers circling her clit. The next picture was even better...

The wizard who had knelt behind the witch had now moved and was penetrating the witch with a very large prick, all the while kissing the other wizard, their tongues swirling as the witch was now licking at the wizard's testicles. Color slowly bled into the illustration as it moved and Hermione's eyes were cracked slightly as she panted through her mouth. Two red haired wizards...and one witch, resembling Hermione in almost excruciating detail.

The next illustration...one red haired wizard beneath the witch, thrusting up into her pussy as she sat above him...the other penetrating her ass. The wizards moved in tandem, their faces strained, the wizard on the bottom grasping the witch's hips, the other grasping her breasts roughly as she moved between them.

By the time Hermione managed to turn the page she was close to coming, she touched the next page, the illustration burned into her mind...and just before she came something she never expected...happened...





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In her mind's eye she could see the illustration of the two wizards...one behind the other while one of the red haired wizards was penetrating the witch...a chain of bodies thrusting into each other... But she had no time to think much more about that image as she felt something seem to hook behind her navel and pull her up, out, and forward.

Hermione had never liked portkey travel; it was even more nauseating than Floo travel. But by the time she comprehended that the page she had touched was a portkey, she was where she had been intended to go.

She had fallen heavily onto a thickly carpeted floor, her left hand still in her knickers and her right grasping and wrinkling the page she had initially touched. Hermione was so startled by what had happened she did not move, her fingers pinching her clit slightly, her eyes wide and slowly casting about. She found herself in a room that was not her own. It was a bedroom; a large four-poster in the exact middle of the room. There were large windows behind it, looking out to a wintry night sky, and the walls were wood panel with various nonmoving paintings. An overlarge fireplace was just behind her and she could feel the heat of the flames burning her flesh through her thin silk robe.

Besides the sound of the crackling fire, Hermione heard heavy breathing, and her eyes alighted on the oversized bed. Her eyes widened and unconsciously her fingers began to work her clit once more. Kneeling in the center of the bed, chests pressed together, tongues intertwined, erections bumping against each other were Fred and George Weasley.

Hermione blinked in confusion several times, and audibly squeaked as her climax began to grip her. Her eyes slammed shut as she fell back into the carpet, the combination of the portkey, the illustrations in the book now forgotten beside her and the image of Fred and George Weasley sent Hermione over the edge and her body tensed and she screamed, a rush of wet, hot, musky juices flooding her knickers and rushing over her fingers.

She sobbed her release, not feeling warm hands on her body, lifting her and moving her to a soft bed. Her mind was spinning from the intensity of her orgasm that she did not feel or notice that her robe was being stripped away. Hermione was limp and racked with spasms as her ruined knickers were peeled down her thighs and off her legs, an appreciative mouth tasting her essence right from the fabric of her panties.

Distantly Hermione heard voices speaking to her. "We wondered when you would get here."

"It was a good thing we did not have to wait too long..."

Hermione tensed as the words began to make sense in her muddled brain. Her eyes focused first on Fred who was at her right and then to George on her left. George's erection was digging into her hip and Hermione summoned the strength to move. They were smiling...no, grinning like twin wolves about to eat their prey and Hermione moved to flee. She sat up quickly, knocking the twins off balance and began sliding to the foot of the bed. She thought that if she could get back to the book that rested on the carpet before the fireplace, she could wake up from this...this...not quite a nightmare, but definitely a dream.

Just before her bare feet could hit the carpet, Hermione was jerked backwards, her wrists flying above her head. Instinctually Hermione struggled, but found that thick red ribbons were wrapped securely around her wrists, continuing to magically wrap themselves around her forearms like some twisted form of Devil's Snare. Hermione was panting as she fought, her mind beginning to fog from fear.

"Easy...easy, you're going to hurt yourself," one of the twins said, but Hermione could not discern which.

Hermione ceased to struggle and closed her eyes, trying to control her erratic heartbeat and breathing. She was lying in the middle of the bed, naked, between Fred and George Weasley, clamping her thighs together to find some sort of modesty about herself despite her bound and vulnerable position. She flinched, but did not open her eyes, as fingers soothed away sweaty curls from her eyes and mouth.

When she felt she could speak coherently, Hermione opened her eyes.

"You gits! What have you done?" she growled, her teeth grinding as she glanced from one twin to the other.

"Isn't it obvious, 'mione?" George asked, chuckling, his erection once again pressing into the side of her left hip.

"We thought you would have figured it out by now," Fred continued, caressing her cheek with the inside of his thumb.

Hermione glared at Fred and pulled against her bonds again only to feel the ribbons begin to tighten about her arms.

"We sent you the gifts...the toys, the oils, the corset...pity you did not wear it tonight," George purred, skimming his fingertips up her ribs to the undersides of her protruding breasts.

"You tricked me," Hermione gritted out, trying not to show any pleasurable reaction to George's touch.

"Au contraire, Hermione...you want this, more than you know," Fred hummed, lowering his mouth to kiss her elbow and then her temple.

"We may have enticed you too much by sending you that book...we knew you could not resist reading...but you touched the portkey, a particular page with a particular illustration..." George whispered, laying down next to Hermione, facing her and letting his fingers circle around her navel.

"Not to mention the fact that you had your hands in your knickers when you touched the portkey..." Fred whispered in Hermione's ear before catching the lobe between his teeth and sucking.

"I..." Hermione began, but her voice was faltering. Her body was aching at the feelings Fred and George were inflicting on her body.

"Admit it, 'mione...you've been thinking about us...for a while now."

"I...no...I..." Hermione panted as George's fingers moved southward, over her shaved mound and outward to the stickiness on the insides of her thighs.

"You did not return the gifts...you used them...and thought about us at times and what it would be like...with us," Fred hissed, his eyes piercing through Hermione's hazy amber eyes, his voice and demeanor bordering something Hermione felt was dangerous, yet exciting at the same time.

"No..." she whimpered as George's lips wrapped around Hermione's left nipple, tugging at the flesh with a pull of his teeth.

"Must we fetch some Veritaserum, Hermione?" Fred asked pointedly twisting her right nipple roughly.

"No!" she squeaked.

"No, what?" Fred asked almost mockingly, twisting Hermione's nipple again, but this time not as roughly, but Hermione was undone by his touch, her eyes filling with frustrated tears.

"I want...I wanted to..." she muttered, her breath coming out hot and short.

"Hm?" Fred hummed in question as he lowered his face close to Hermione's.

"I wanted you both...I wanted to know what it would be like...if it were better than..." she began, nearly sobbing as George's deft fingers began forcing their way between Hermione's thighs.

"...if we were better than Ron?" Fred chuckled.

Hermione nodded, closing her eyes and letting her knees fall open. George hummed against her breast in thanks and dipped his middle finger into Hermione's soaking slit.

"Oh believe me, luv, we'll show you...and you'll never want for anyone again," Fred whispered, his voice hitching slightly as he glanced at George who was watching him with Hermione's red nipple between his lips.

Hermione began to speak again when Fred pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue goading and coaxing, his lips devouring Hermione's mouth. It was a kiss like none other to Hermione and she could feel the affects of this kiss down in the tips of her unruly hair. She wanted to wrap her arms about his neck, but the ribbons seemed to heat up around her wrists in protest.

When Fred pulled away, leaning back on his haunches, his lips were redder than his hair. Hermione sighed as George's mouth trailed down her body and he shifted to lie between her legs. Hermione watched through her eyelashes as George winked and began kissing his way up her thigh and to her center. Hermione glanced at Fred as he watched his brother's face bury itself in Hermione's core. Hermione groaned as George's mouth latched onto her engorged clit and began sucking harder and harder and then nipping with his teeth.

Fred ran a hand down his chest as Hermione watched. Fred and George both were not overly hairy, a thin trail of red hair beginning between well defined pectoral muscles, trailing down their hard bellies, gradually getting redder as it ended in a thatch of flames above their very hard and purple veined cocks. Hermione noted that both twins were not as long as Ron, perhaps only six inches to Ron's seven, but were wide and a bit intimidating with their girth. Fred began stroking his length with his right hand, his left hand grasping Hermione's breast, squeezing.

"...Gods..." Hermione hissed as George shifted his body to insert a digit in her aching pussy.

"You want this, 'mione?" Fred asked breathlessly, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes like a crimson curtain fringe.

Two digits, pumping...

Hermione tensed and groaned, "Yessss..."

Suddenly the ribbons binding her arms were gone and Hermione groaned, slowly working her hands to restore the blood flow and lowered her arms to grasp George's hair as he alternated licking and nipping her clit. Fingers thrusting in and out quicker now, Hermione gasped and bucked her hips, nearly dislodging George's mouth form her body. Fred chuckled, rubbing the head of his cock against Hermione's breast. George sucked at her clit harder than before and Hermione felt her body buck again, her blood boiling as she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

George quickly removed his fingers and lifted her hips so that he take her flood into his mouth, licking and sucking at her hole as she thrashed her head about and gripped the sheets beneath her. When she finally began breathing again, George lowered her hips and sat up, licking his lips and grinning.

"So sweet..." he muttered, also licking his fingers.

Hermione watched in fascination, the dim candlelight and firelight in the room making her juices glisten on George's chin and cheeks. Fred leaned toward his brother, abandoning his cock and wrapping his arm about his brother's neck to pull him close. Hermione gasped as Fred licked George's face and lips with a need to taste what his brother had tasted. George tangled his fingers in Fred's hair, their tongues dueling, their kiss deepening. Hermione groaned as she watched them, the heat returning to her body and her fingers trailing up her ribs to pinch her sensitive nipples. It was beautiful, watching the brothers kiss and hum against each other.

Hermione whimpered and Fred and George broke apart, glancing at Hermione as if remembering she were there. But they smiled down at her, and Hermione felt a blush rise up in her cheeks. The way they were looking at her at that moment made Hermione feel as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world. Their gazes were full of adoration and perhaps love?

"We haven't forgotten our girl," George whispered, moving to lie again by Hermione's left side, pressing his damp lips against hers. Hermione hungrily tasted George, sucking on his lips and tongue, her hands burying in his hair to pull him close. And when she finally pulled away she was panting, as was her lover.

"You're bloody brilliant with your tongue," she panted, rubbing her nose against George's cheek lovingly.

"So I've been told," he chuckled, glancing at Fred who had moved to George's recently vacated spot, winking.

Hermione gasped as she felt Fred grasp her knees and shift her body so that he could kneel between her thighs. Fred grinned down at Hermione as he let his turgid prick slap against her wet slit. Hermione narrowed her eyes as George pulled away to kneel at her side.

"Ready to up the ante?" Fred whispered, running the head of his cock up and down Hermione's soaking core. In answer, Hermione wrapped her legs about Fred's waist and pulled him closer, Fred fell forward with a laugh, catching himself on his hands, kneeling over Hermione, still grinning.

Hermione glanced at George who was now stroking his semi-erect cock near Hermione's face. She bit her lip in concentration as Fred flexed his hips and the tip of his cock came to rest at her entrance. She narrowed her eyes, moving her hips, while she reached out for George with her left hand.

"George wants to watch me fuck you, 'mione..." Fred whispered as he pushed inside only an inch.

Hermione nodded.

"And I want to watch you suck him off," Fred purred.

Hermione smirked and tried to force Fred in further.

"And I also want to be the one to make you come undone," Fred grunted as he thrust roughly into Hermione, making her arch off the bed and her eyes roll back into her head. He felt huge, bigger than any of her toys, and by far, much better.

Fred leaned back slightly, grasping Hermione's hips as he began a rhythm and swearing under his breath.

"She's so tight..." Fred muttered to George who was watching in fascination as Fred moved.

"Or maybe you're too big," Hermione grunted, getting used to the moderate pace and angle of Fred's movement.

George chuckled as Hermione grasped his erection and tugged slightly so that he moved closer. Hermione grunted as Fred shifted his angle slightly, not filling her completely, but hitting her special spot with the very tip of his cock. George lifted Hermione's head slightly to rest it on his thigh, making it easier and more comfortable for Hermione to take him in her mouth. For a few moments Hermione stroked George firmly, making softly mewling sounds as Fred continued to fuck her. Then Hermione opened her eyes and glanced up at George who unconsciously licked his lips. Hermione did the same and George smiled, pushing hair away from her beautiful face. Beginning with a few experimental licks, Hermione took the head of George's cock in her mouth, letting her lips wrap around the cap and apply suction. George hissed out of pleasure as Hermione began.

Although Ron would never go down on Hermione, he never hesitated to try and stick his long, slender dick in her mouth. At first Hermione found it not only offensive to her sensibilities but it hurt her that Ron would never reciprocate. But after a bit of begging she finally gave Ron what he wanted and after a while it was all Ron ever wanted. Hermione was only concerned about getting it over as quickly as possible and had developed a strategy to aid to that end. But at that very moment, it was George Weasley who was beginning to thrust shallowly into the cavern of her mouth. George was so much better than Ron, at least he would go down on her...but it was more than that. Fred and George were trying to pleasure her more than Ron ever could have...they had given her an experience, so far, that she knew she would never forget. But the night was not over.

Fred thrust fully into Hermione, sweat dripping from his hair and down his back. He had pushed Hermione's knees to her chest and was pounding into her body in earnest. His breath was ragged and occasionally accented by light whimpers and deep groans. Hermione was whimpering as well, the vibrations of her muffled voice reverberating up George's cock, making him moan.

Hermione pulled her mouth away from George who sighed in relief for he had nearly came in Hermione's mouth. Hermione felt that familiar tension building at light-speed deep in her belly. And with two more deep, thrusts she came screaming Fred's name, her inner walls pulling Fred's cock deeper inside.

"Oh...fuck!" Fred whimpered, jerking out of Hermione's body before he too came. Instead George pushed Hermione's legs down and apart and began tonguing her clit again.

Hermione was outright crying by the time George's tongue tired and Fred began caressing her face, licking away her tears. The three of them relaxed and fell into the bed, sweaty and panting, Hermione between her two lovers. It was too hot for Hermione to want to curl around either twin, so she remained on her back, resting her hands over her racing heart and closed her eyes.

Hours, minutes, Hermione could not know for sure, she had rolled on her belly and someone was pulling her tight buttocks apart and doing something to her she had only fantasized about. Her eyes snapped open and she glanced back to watch Fred Weasley nudge himself a space between her legs, his tongue dipping into her milky pussy and then moving to trace the rim of her ass.

"Oh, Merlin..." she breathed, glancing over at George who was still at her left side, one arm behind his head, the other stroking his cock as he also watched Fred.

"Nice dreams, luv?" Fred asked, glancing up from Hermione's arse to meet her eyes.

"The dream isn't over yet, is it?" she asked, her voice husky and deep from all the screaming from the round before.

"Not if you don't want it to be," George stated.

Hermione buried her face into the pillows and grinned. She could get used to this.

George kissed a trail down Hermione's spine as Fred began working Hermione's tight puckered petals with his wicked tongue. Hermione groaned and stretched, pulling her legs under her body to rise up to her hands and knees.

"Get under me, George," Hermione purred. George smirked and maneuvered himself so that he lay facing up, Hermione's breasts hanging above his face.

"This must be heaven," George muttered.

"Hm?" Fred asked, his tongue still occupied.

George nodded as Hermione began dipping her fingers into her pussy and spreading the juices. Fred spread Hermione's ass cheeks wider, licking and fingering. Hermione groaned as he pushed his tongue into her and then squeaked as Fred slapped her ass. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but George had risen up and taken claim of her lips. Hermione moaned into George's mouth as Fred inserted a finger in her ass and one in her pussy, working them in and out slowly. Hermione pushed back as Fred continued to coax Hermione's puckered hole.

"Dirty girl," he growled, and wandlessly accio'ed a bottle of specially made Wanton Witch lubricant. George opened his eyes as Hermione nibbled his lips and watched as Fred drizzled clear lube on Hermione's ass cheeks and on his red and painfully hard cock.

Fred dropped the bottle to his side and began coating himself with the lube and then Hermione's ass cheeks and ass. Hermione grunted again as Fred slapped the side of her ass and then the other. George grinned as Hermione fell against his chest, panting as Fred worked another knuckle inside her ass. While she had been asleep, George had cast a newly patented spell to clean Hermione's body inside and out, as well as a contraception spell and apparently she had not noticed the shimmer of magic that had spread over her. George wanted to fill Hermione with his seed, but he knew that she had been too overwhelmed to think of protective measures and he was sure she would not appreciate carrying a Weasley child...yet...

"Oh...oh gods," Hermione cried as Fred worked in a second finger, scissoring his fingers in her tight flesh.

At Hermione's impassioned words, George's cock twitched and he took her by the shoulders and settled her over his cock. He glanced at Fred who nodded and forced Hermione down, her pussy stretching to accommodate George's girth.

"Ugh!" she grunted loudly, her eyes snapping open to meet George's. George blinked at the sudden tight heat that surrounded him and instinct took over. He could distantly hear Fred protest and slowed his pace, Hermione screaming and clawing at George's shoulders.

Hermione was in one word: overwhelmed. George was thrusting up into her womb, and Fred was pushing slowly into her ass. Hermione consciously made herself take a breath and relax, leaning forward slightly to also accommodate Fred. When he slid inside, his cock a bit too slippery yet, George froze at the sensation of his brother's length through the thin bit of flesh in Hermione's body. Fred grasped Hermione's hips and leaned forward, pushing in as far as he could. George smirked as Fred leaned in for a kiss and then they began moving inside Hermione.

One in, the other out, just like the illustration in Lady Hopkirk's book, Hermione began alternating panting Fred and George's names and swearing out words that would have stunned both men if they were not so distracted by Hermione's presence. Hermione began moving with them, the exquisite sensation of being totally possessed and filled fueling her body to move.

Time slipped, the world turned upside down and spun sideways, and Hermione rode her lover's cocks like a wild haired valkyrie. Fred was the first to succumb, Hermione's soft and luscious body too tight for him to hang on. With a strangled cry he emptied himself inside her, his body jerking painfully before he was totally spent.

George was trying hard to ride out Hermione's multiple orgasms, but when she bit into the muscle of his shoulder, the mixture of the pain and the heavenly feel of Hermione's pussy milking at his cock sent him over the edge. He bucked once, twice and then cried out her name as he felt himself come harder than he could ever remember into the beauty that was clinging to him so tightly.

All the while Hermione had nearly lost consciousness, distantly hearing the twins' cries and reveling in that she was the one who had such power over them. She felt free, beautiful, power and loved...and slowly as she rolled away, the wet pop of two spent cocks disengaging from her body, she smiled...

The room reeked of sex and sweat and Hermione could only smile. This was what she wanted, maybe had always wanted, and she hoped she could do it again...very soon. She had always loved Fred and George Weasley, but now she had reason to love them even more than she ever thought possible.

"Thank you..." she whispered, feeling tears pooling outside her closed eyelids. "Thank you..."

Kisses were pressed against her lips and face, tongues licked away her tears and arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. The fire had burned low and the cool winter air had come down the Floo, and Hermione let herself be encased between Fred and George Weasley in a tangle of limbs.

After several moments of silence and then a few contented sighs...

"You owe us another favor," Fred whispered...and Hermione's eyes snapped open in shock.




The End?




Additional Author's Note: Many people, including my Beta has asked if this is really the end. Well, for this particular ficlet and train of thought, yes, it is. As for an encore or an epilogue, I will try to please all as soon as my rather demanding plot bunny will release from working on a HG/DM ficlet. So, until then, please feel free to comment on this ficlet and any of my other work. I appreciate all the support I have recieved in the past week since writing The Favor, and aim to please more folks in the future!