Winston Churchill

I was going to hold this one back a day... but ya\'ll have been so nice to me... and my beta readers just happened to be online at the same time as I was...

Enjoy!

Part 6

George just looked at the transformed vixen in front of him with his mouth hanging open like a large mouthed bass.

Hermione turned her head back toward Fred and asked, \"What tipped the scales in my favor?\"

\"Seein\' you in the buff,\" Fred laughed huskily. He was becoming more and more aware of the inequality in their attire. He scanned Hermione from head to toe and decided he really needed to even things out a bit.

As Hermione turned her head back to the amusingly blushing George, Fred came up behind her and whispered in her ear, \"What\'s say we keep convincing him?\"

Skimming his fingers under the fabric gathered at her waist, Fred guided the material down toward her feet. When she was safely nude, he allowed his hands to slow on their journey upward. His callused fingers sent tingles to her core as he tactilely memorized her form. Hermione placed her hands on George\'s shoulders as she stepped out of the suit now around her ankles.

\"Much more even now, I\'d say,\" Fred commented, trying not to give away his effected state.

\"Oh, you think so,\" Hermione asked, turning from George to Fred in the process. \"I\'ve a mind to even things up a bit.\" Hermione slid her arms around Fred\'s neck and kissed him with all the confused passion she had held inside.

She\'d always felt bewildered by the twins, especially Fred. It wasn\'t as if he did the normal things one does when they are interested in someone. It wasn\'t like a elementary school crush where you hit the person on the playground when you like them. It wasn\'t the blushes and coy feelings of adolescence. It was some strange plan only Fred could come up with. He had stayed away from her, knowing that her quest for knowledge would make her completely curious about what he was up to. She hadn\'t even ventured to guess he held this type of interest in her. It was a welcome surprise, of course, but a surprise none the less.

\"Why don\'t we take this somewhere a bit more comfortable?\" George asked upon coming out of the stupor Hermione\'s actions had thrown him into. Fred and Hermione broke t ont once again.

\"D\'you have anyplace in mind?\" Fred asked with a smirk. They had planned this to the tee.

\"Might,\" George said as he took Hermione\'s hand and gave her a tug toward the old shed.

\"Not in there, boys,\" Hermione said with a look of distaste. \"It\'s quite dirty in there.\"

\"Do you trust us, \'Mione?\" Fred asked sincerely.

\"Obviously I do, or I would not be here,\" Hermione said honestly.

\"Well, then why don\'t you just trust us,\" George said as he continued to guide her to the shed. Upon opening the small door, her doubts were cast aside. The twins had transfigured the shed into a virtual brothel. There were pillows all over the floor next to a large bed. Red silk curtains hung around a four poster bed the size of an elephant.

\"Good Lord!\" Hermione exclaimed as she climbed into the jewel colored room. \"Well done,\" she said, truly impressed with their abilities. Had she not wanted to shag their brains out, she might have asked them to show her how they\'d done it. For now though, she was willing to remain ignorant.

She walked toward the bed, running her fingers along the smooth wood as she went. Winding her hands into a piece of silk, Hermione sat herself down on the mattress.

\"Am I meant to take care of myself, then?\" she asked teasingly.

The twins\' faces split into identical goofy grins as they unabashedly walked over to her. It was like watching piecf a f a mirror strutting toward her. She was completely amazed at how truly similar they were: the gate in their walk, luminous skin stretched over muscled chests, and the ing ing erections protruding from their groins.

She couldn\'t believe what a treat she was going to get. Hermione was by no means a vestal virgin, but she wasn\'t a slut either. She had yet to have sex, but had done nearly everything else. Last summer had been spent getting an education while her parents were adentdental conference in America. She had gone to visit a cousin in Rome and ended up spending a good chunk of her time making out with Draco Malfoy. Who knew? They had broken up before school started up for their sixth year, but somehow had remained friends, much to Ron and Harry\'s dismay. Malfoy may have been a arrogant prat, but he was patient for the three months they had been together and never asked her to do more than she was ready for.

She had never been ready to have sex, but looking at the twin men before her... that hesitation had passed. The look on their faces alone, equal parts lust and appreciation, was enough to have her juices flowing.

Scooting back on the bed, Hermione prepared for the twins arrival at her side. She had not, however, prepared for the sensual onslaught they intended to give her.

Reference: The reference to Hermione\'s relationship with Draco in Rome is a throwback to A fic called Roman Holiday by Anna because I love the thing. There are no plot points besides that reference that I\'m taking. It\'s a freakin\' NOVEL, and it\'s fabulous. You can find it here... http://www.witchfics.org/anna/romanholiday/index.html