Lunar Magick

Chapter 8


After Hermione freshened up and got dressed, she curled up in a chair next to the window, and opened a textbook. The sun poured warmly onto the sill, the pages, and Hermione’s arms as she sat reading in the easy stillness that always accompanies mid-morning.

Though everything was still, and the sun comforting, Hermione found it difficult to concentrate. She could barely retain five words before her mind wandered back to recent events. She took a breath and attempted to carry on reading, but to no avail. The thoughts and memories came back with a vengeance. This is always the way when one does crazy and exciting things; one’s mind never lets one live it down.

In frustration, Hermione closed Potions: A Thorough and Compulsory Understanding with a snap and rose from her chair. She considered for a moment going downstairs to the common room, but the thought of having to look people in the eye gave her butterflies. She felt ashamed for having been unfaithful to Remus. Though, when she thought about it, she and Remus hadn’t yet defined their relationship...

Perhaps Hermione was merely convincing herself that she didn’t do anything wrong, but nonetheless it made her feel better. She went back over to her mirror and looked at herself. Her mirror image stared back at her. Hermione smoothed her hair and adjusted her shirt, and then she realized the skirt she was wearing was really short.

Hmm. Must be one of Ginny’s...but damn, my legs look good, she thought.
Indeed her legs did look sleek and soft, and her breasts plump under the shirt. She put one hands on her breasts and gently squeezed while looking at herself in the mirror. She then slid her hands down the sides of her waist and hips. Hermione rubbed up her inner thighs, and felt the urge to play with herself. She was still in front of the mirror when she decided to pull off her panties. Out of curiosity, she lifted her skirt and watched her hand slide itself up and down between her legs.

She then flushed a little and went to lie down on her bed. As she lay down on her back, her skirt rode up to hip level and she felt the sun’s warm rays caress her sensitive flesh. Sighing, Hermione pushed on her firm clit, rubbing and going in gentle circles. She imagined Sirius’ tongue flicking over her clit, then it was Remus’ tongue. She also pictured sitting in Severus’ lap, facing him in the chair with her legs on either side. This fantasy was particularly fun, she decided. She delved deeper into her imagination, and played it out in great detail.

Severus glared at Hermione mischievously, and beckoned her forth with his finger. He looked the epitome of temptation; sinister, charismatic, handsome and evil. She stared into his cold but lustful eyes as she neared him. He undid his black pinstriped trousers as she stood nervously before him. Severus then smiled and took her by the wrist. He pulled her slowly but firmly toward him until she had to either walk through him or straddle him. Hermione put her legs on either side of the chair, and he pushed her skirt up. Severus’ hands went around to her behind, and he pulled her down. She felt his hot, hard cock against her clit. Her insides jumped at the feeling. Hermione let out a quivering breath as Severus pushed harder against her. He smiled wickedly, and then guided himself inside her. She pulled herself up and down, riding him in his classroom chair. He kissed her neck and placed his warm, strong hands on her hips, pulling her roughly down onto him. Hermione’s nails dug into Severus’ shoulders as she neared her climax. She felt warmth come out of her body as he pounded himself into her.

Hermione was very wet and could feel herself drifting towards climax quickly. Her breathing became panting as she pleasured herself. She opened her eyes for a second and glanced through her open legs.

“Harry!?” She gasped.
Harry stared at Hermione, as if petrified. He had wanted to come and wake her up. They hadn’t seen each other after the candy shop. Now he saw her…nearly all of her, in fact.
Hermione’s hand slowed, but she had come too far to stop. She looked at Harry.
“Get over here!” She commanded.
“Er” Said Harry. That was all he could manage. He had gotten instantly rock-hard upon seeing Hermione masturbating, and found it difficult to concentrate and form words.
“Make yourself useful” She panted roughly, as she unzipped his trousers and pulled down his boxer shorts. Harry was stunned, but he was having a good time already.

Hermione shot off the bed and pushed Harry down onto it where she had been. She mounted him eagerly and slipped his hard cock inside her. He moaned weakly. She rode him vigorously, thrusting Harry in and out of her very quickly. She was dripping warmth and he was overcome by the sensation. Harry instinctively grabbed her hips and he bucked up underneath her. She was very pleased he was getting into it. They were at it so roughly, the headboard was rocking with them and threatening to bang into the wall.
Hermione climaxed first, and then Harry. She remained on top of him for a few moments, catching her breath and revelling the bliss. Harry sighed in relief below her.

“Mmm. Thanks, Harry.” Whispered Hermione seductively.
“Heheh. No problem.” Replied Harry quietly.
Hermione slowly lifted herself off, and lay down next to Harry, smiling. They looked into each other’s eyes.

With a subtle nod and a smile, they had an unspoken agreement to never tell anyone, and not make a habit of it. It had been mind-blowingly fun, but that was all it was. Besides, Harry had Ginny and Hermione had Remus—for the most part. With that, Harry dressed and snuck out of the room and rushed downstairs. He tried to think of what he would tell the others. He didn’t take too long upstairs, but he looked flustered and satisfied…he would still need an excuse. Hermione put some panties on and straightened her shirt. She decided to wait a little while before going downstairs. She pondered how her fantasy about Severus and sex with Harry had really made her feel sexy and alive. Hermione would forget about her problems for a little while. For now, who cares? She thought. Little did she realize, thoughts and memories would soon come back to haunt her as they often did. She would remember guiltily that she told Remus she loved him, and that she should’ve waited for him all along. But, decidedly, Hermione was experimenting and enjoying herself…and a lot of others.

Hermione reached the stairs and strolled down them one by one, her mind whirring with feelings of satisfaction, slight confusion, and confidence—for it had just dawned on her that Remus, Sirius, and now Harry had fallen for her without the use of mind-control or lust magic. Hermione smiled to herself and thought that maybe she ought to play around a little more before things got too serious with Remus. She felt naughty for thinking it, but she was curious to see who she could get into bed next.

As Hermione slowly made her way downstairs, Harry was convincingly telling Ginny and Ron about the happenings upstairs.

“Hermione said she had the most bizarre dreams last night, I’m sure she’ll tell you. I thought they were so bizarre, in fact, I may ask to use them for Divination homework!” Said Harry a little too enthusiastically.
“Ooh I want to know now.” Said Ginny.
“Did she say if Sirius and her got lost last night?” Asked Ron.
“Actually, no…She didn’t say.” Said Harry, who looked suddenly thoughtful.
“Is she coming or what?” Asked Ginny. Harry suppressed a chuckle.
“I dunno. Let’s just go, I’m sure she won’t mind.” Said Harry. He was glad they went along with his suggestion. He didn’t know if he could keep a straight face in front of Hermione so soon after the incident. The three made their way through the Fat Lady and down to the great hall for some much needed breakfast.

Hermione realized at once that Harry had led the others to breakfast, probably to avoid awkwardness. The common room was completely empty. She thought she should get going in order to meet them in the hall, but she still stopped briefly to peruse the notice board on the wall of the common room. Checking the board was a habit of hers, and she just couldn’t start her day without knowing which events were coming up and if there were any important notices about the school. She was not only curious, but she was used to Harry and Ron relying on her for news and information; reading the notice board had become one of her many duties as the best friend of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

She was in the middle of reading about the upcoming Chudley Cannons new-uniform design contest when all of a sudden,
Crack!

Fred and George appeared right behind her. Hermione jumped at the sound and was flustered when they said,
“Hello!” loudly, in unison, in both of her ears.
“You two nearly scared the life out of me!” Said Hermione firmly, but cracking a smile.
“Sorry, but it’s just so much fun seeing you jump.” Said Fred.
George winked and gave her a charming smile.

“Especially in that skirt of yours.” Said George.
Hermione remembered the time she wore a short skirt to a meal with Fred and George, and how they flirted with her and tried to lift it up.
“You like it when I wear short skirts, do you?” Said Hermione, playfully.
Fred and George looked at one another quickly.
“Yes” they said, as if it were the stupidest question in the history of the universe.
Hermione smiled and turned back to notice board.

“Hmm. Where was that notice…?” Said Hermione, bending over, pretending to look for a notice at the bottom of the board.
Fred and George stood back, admiring Hermione’s legs and bottom, and they could even see her light blue panties as she bent over.
Hermione straightened up and turned to the guys again, smiling sweetly. She looked George up and down. For some reason, she had always found George slightly more attractive than Fred, but she wanted them both pretty badly. They always flattered her, they were mischievous, witty, good-looking, and a lot of fun. Besides, she wondered what it would be like to sleep with both of them at the same time. She grinned.

“Let’s go to breakfast, shall we?” Hermione asked the twins.
“Sure…maybe Fred and I will apparate into your bed tonight, Hermione.” Said George, with a charming laugh.
“Sounds okay to me, George.” Said Hermione, giggling at their surprised faces. They obviously did not expect her to take them seriously.

The great hall was full of chattering people and wonderful food, highlighted by the rays of sunshine from the large windows. Hermione, Fred and George arrived at Gryffindor table and sat down together next to Harry, Ginny and Ron.

“There you are!” Said Ginny and Ron in unison.
“Hey, Hermione.” Said Harry nonchalantly.
“And what are you two doing?” Ron asked his twin brothers.
“Having breakfast. What’s it look like?” Said Fred.
Ron scowled, then turned to Hermione.

“What happened to you and Sirius?” Asked Ron.
Harry looked up from buttering his toast and waited for Hermione to answer.
“Well, we decided to sort of lag behind and talk, you know, to get to know each other a bit better. I told him after all this time I’ve known him, I haven’t really truly known him, so we talked for a while. When we got back here, we couldn’t find anyone and we just went to sleep.” Said Hermione.
She was impressed with how convincing that sounded.
“Oh, ‘cause everyone wondered where you’d got to. We made a stop at Hagrid’s hut before going to bed. We probably should’ve told you where to meet us, but we thought you’d be close enough to follow.” Said Ron.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to cause any worry or anything.” Said Hermione slightly moodily.
“S’ alright.” Said Ron, not noticing her tone.
“Hagrid made us some tea and he was showing us postcards Madame Maxime sent him a while back. She went to Russia for a bit, then Hungary, I think. It was pretty cool.” Said Harry, trying to remember to look at Hermione while he talked to her.
“Great.” She said, smiling.

Hermione remembered looking out to Hagrid’s hut, watching him hustle and bustle around the kitchen. If she’d only known, she would’ve gone there and met up with everyone and had tea there, instead of in the kitchens. Though, it was pretty fun having a candid chat with Severus.

“George and I have a date tonight.” Said Fred, more to Ron than anyone else.
“What, the both of you with the same girl?” Said Ron, half-joking.
“Yeah.” Said Fred. Ron went a bit pale.
“Er…isn’t that gonna be a bit weird?” Asked Ron.
“Not too much. Besides, we get asked all the time, you know. Girls want to know what it’s like to have us both at once. We do it for their sake.” Said George, grinning.

Ron cleared his throat and looked rather off-put.

“Who’re you gonna do this to, then?” Asked Ginny casually.
“None of your business, Gin.” Said George.

All the while the siblings were arguing, and Fred was explaining how they like to do it, Hermione was looking rather peaky. She was worried they were going to say something about her or to her.
“Just tell them to shut up, if you’re being sickened by it all.” Said Ginny to Hermione.
“What? Oh! No. No no.” Said Hermione vaguely.
“What, it doesn’t bother you?” Asked Ron incredulously. He half-hoped she would have been bothered by it.
“Hell no.” She said, without thinking. “I mean, they’re entitled, aren’t they?” Hermione finished oddly, and took a gulp of pumpkin juice.

The twins laughed, Ron looked slightly deflated, Ginny carried on playing with Harry’s hand, and Harry looked like he realized what Hermione was up to, though no one noticed his expression.
Hermione changed the subject.

“So, just where ARE Sirius and Remus?” She asked the others.
“Remus told me they were going to spend some time in Hogsmeade. Just for a while. They’ll be back here to visit before we know it I think.” Said Harry.
“Oh.” Was all Hermione could manage to think of, as it was awkward to think of either man at the moment.

After breakfast, they all went outside for a walk, as it was exceptionally warm weather for that time of year. Fred and George walked on either side of Hermione, taking turns pointing out areas of the grounds and telling hilarious anecdotes about each of them. She was thoroughly amused.
Ron was strolling beside Harry and Ginny, about a yard behind Hermione and the twins. Ron watched as Hermione laughed and playfully pushed George, and how she was then squished hard between them as punishment.

“They’re getting a bit cozy, don’t you think?” Said Ron.
“Ron, they’re just having a bit of fun.” Said Ginny.
“It’s a bit funny how she seems to be getting along with them much better than she used to, I’ll admit.” Said Harry.
“For sure.” Said Ron. “They’re up to something. They better not hurt her.”
“They’re not going to hurt her!” Said Ginny, slapping Ron’s arm.
“I’m just saying, they’ll have to deal with me if they do.” Said Ron, warningly.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine, Ron.” Said Harry comfortingly.

The friends were outside for longer than they had originally anticipated. They had actually made a huge circle around Hogwarts reaching out to the lake, past Hagrid’s hut, along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in front of the Quidditch pitch and back around to the clock tower entrance of the castle. They all stood on the bridge, looking out into the gathering fog. Hermione took George’s wrist and consulted his watch. It was already 3:45 p.m. She was surprised to find out just how long they had spent walking outside. Hermione’s stomach jumped when she thought of how she could possibly be having sex with the twins—who were standing next to her—in a matter of hours. She wondered if they would actually apparate into her bed later that night. She didn’t want to lie there in bed waiting for them and risk looking too eager, nor did she want to miss the opportunity. She also thought about how she would have to make sure Ginny wasn’t in the room at the time, for that would prove a bit too kinky for this occasion.

“Hmm…” Hermione sighed.

Fred and George looked at her, then looked at each other. George leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Can’t wait till our little get-together, Hermione?” He said softly, smiling.
George’s whispering made Hermione’s flesh take a pleasant crawl. She shut her eyes for a moment, then she heard in her other ear,
“We could bump up your appointment, if you like.” Said Fred quietly. The offer was tempting, but she thought she had better just wait until bedtime.
Hermione smiled at them.
“I’ll try and wait.” She said.

“Oy! Harry!” Exclaimed Ron, who was pointing at the sky behind them. Everyone turned swiftly around and saw Hedwig swooping down toward Harry. She landed carefully on Harry’s arm, wielding a letter. Harry opened it immediately, and thanked Hedwig with an owl snack, with which she flew off hurriedly. The letter read:

Dear Harry,

Remus and I are still staying in Hogsmeade. You wouldn’t believe who came to visit us: SNAPE! I don’t know why he came to see us, but it wasn’t actually that horrible. We reminisced about our school days, though there wasn’t a lot I could bring up without offending Snape, because, as you know, half my time at Hogwarts was spent antagonizing him. Anyhow, he said he would like to visit us again sometime soon, and we accepted. Snape said he’d be bringing a huge supply of potion for Remus when he comes next, so everything will be under control. We should therefore be able to visit all of you again soon. That’s all for now. Take care,

Sirius

When finished, Harry proceeded to repeat the letter’s contents to the others. Hermione had a perplexed expression on her face. She was deep in thought about why Severus would be suddenly so kind toward Remus and Sirius. Clever as she was, she could not think of a reasonable explanation for it.

“It’s good that they’re finally getting along.” Said Ginny.
“Yeah.” Said Harry vaguely. Everyone nodded agreement.
“Shall we go inside? I’m freezing and it’s almost time for supper.” Said Hermione, rubbing her hands together in a futile effort to keep warm. Fred was about to start rubbing her all over—to warm her up, mostly—but Ginny brushed him off of Hermione and the girls walked arm in arm all the way back to the castle, ahead of the guys.
“They aren’t bothering you, are they, Mione?” Said Ginny, laughing.
“Oh! Hah! Not at all.” Replied Hermione truthfully.

They walked briskly in silence until they reached the entrance hall. They waited for the guys to catch up before they went to dinner. While they were waiting, Hermione felt Ginny staring at her.
“What?” She asked.
“They’re gonna do it with YOU!!” Said Ginny in loud realization.
Hermione flushed brightly.
“What are you talking about?!” Exclaimed Hermione.
Ginny looked shocked, then leaned into Hermione.
“Let me know how they are, eh?” Said Ginny.
“Ginny!” Hermione said, looking appalled.
“What? I’m just curious. I’ll tell you about Harry, if you like.” Said Ginny. This made Hermione turn red again. Ginny had no idea that this was because Hermione already knew all about how Harry was. Hermione recovered perfectly.
“That’s different! Fred and George are your brothers.” Said Hermione.
“Yeah I know. But they’re still guys aren’t they? I wanna know how they fair.” Said Ginny, simply.
“Shush! Here they come.” Whispered Hermione.

The guys finally caught up, and they all went into the great hall for some dinner. Everyone was fairly quiet at the meal, but it was no less pleasant than any other. When they all finished, Fred and George rose first.
“Who’s up for some butterbeer?” Said Fred.
“We’re going back to Gryffindor and having a few, if you’d all like to join us.” Said George.
The friends looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.

Immediately upon passing through the Fat Lady, Fred and George conjured a few cases of butterbeer and began passing the bottles out. Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron pulled up chairs around the fireplace and began drinking and chatting. Fred and George sat on a long table along the wall near the fireplace and chugged their beers. Hermione crossed her legs and rested them on the arm of the chair, and her skirt rode up to nearly hip level. Harry stole a glance for about a millisecond, Ron saw Hermione’s legs cross out of the corner of his eye and was too nervous to look over, Fred and George obviously checked out her legs, then smiled at each other.

The dusky sky finally turned indigo as they sat drinking and warming by the fire. George checked his watch.
“Good heavens!” He exclaimed.
“We have to meet our date in ten minutes!” Said Fred.
Hermione watched them for a clue as to if they were serious, and they gave her a significant look before they apparated, so she knew it was time for her to get upstairs.

“Er Harry,” Said Hermione, “you should tell Ginny about that time Luna Lovegood tried to grope you. She’ll get a kick out of it.”
“Oh yeah.” Said Harry as he remembered.
“Yeah Ginny, Harry’s got loads of funny stories about her…well about everyone really. Though, I think personally I better be off to bed ‘cause I’m super tired. Good night guys.” Said Hermione with a little wave. And then she was off. She could hear Harry start the Luna story as she ran up the steps to the bedroom.

Hermione quickly slipped off her panties and lay on the bed. She wanted to leave her skirt on, seeing as the twins really fancied it. Then, she waited. Her mind wandered around, imagining what Fred and George would be doing to her. She honestly had never pictured either of them having sex with her before, never mind both. She tried to think of what it would be like, and she started to get turned on. In her mind, George lay on top of her, naked, pushing himself against her while kissing her neck, his hair tickling her ear and shoulder. Hermione sighed at this. Then she thought about Fred kissing and licking between her legs while George caressed her breasts and kissed her deeply, occasionally biting her neck. This thought brought her immense pleasure, and she was becoming restless.

Hermione was about to get up and walk around, but right then she heard the familiar Crack! And the twins appeared on either side of her on the bed.

“Fancy meeting you here, Hermione.” Said Fred with a wink. Hermione laughed and slid down on the bed, spreading her legs far apart. They both noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties and smiled at her. She watched excitedly as Fred and George took their clothes off—and each other’s at one point. They knelt on the bed in front of her. She looked down and saw they were very aroused, and that they were kneeling so close facing each other that their lengths were touching. Hermione was unbelievably aroused by this. Fred and George looked down as they gently rubbed against each other. Now this was something Hermione hadn’t imagined, and it was really working on her. She moaned as she watched them make each other even harder.

George turned to Hermione and positioned himself between her legs. He slid his hands up her shirt and she let him take it off. Then he pulled her up onto her knees while Fred went behind her and removed her bra and pushed her skirt down and off. George pressed himself against Hermione’s now naked body, and it felt so good she nearly fainted. Meanwhile, Fred pressed himself against her back. George began kissing her deeply, pushing his hardness against Hermione’s clit, while Fred nipped and breathed on the back of her neck and guiding her legs further apart from behind. Hermione was very wet and breathing deeply, holding onto George’s lean shoulders for support.

Hermione felt Fred place himself at her opening from behind, and pushed down onto him while George continued to rub against her clit, going quicker. Fred moaned as he pushed into Hermione, and she felt him hit her g-spot, making her whimper. George slowed in his movements so as not to climax yet, and so did Fred. Hermione felt herself almost reach orgasm but the feeling faded slightly as the twins ceased. George bit her neck as she tilted back onto Fred, and it was exquisite. Fred pulled out, and she wondered what he was going to do next. George pulled her hips toward him roughly, and he thrust himself, full length, inside her and she moaned loudly. He reached his hands around to her backside and he opened her wider. Fred then guided himself into her other opening slowly. The twins pushed into Hermione at the same time, and George felt her dig her nails into his shoulders. She had never felt anything like it before. The three of them began panting as their need became much more urgent.

Hermione felt George against her g-spot as the twins began to thrust in and out at different times. It was a strange sensation as Fred and George created friction on the thin wall of Hermione between them. They thrust quicker and rougher as the three of them were headed towards an urgent and mind-blowing orgasm. George pressed against Hermione and she pushed back into Fred so that they were against each other tightly. They rocked roughly, and the twins suddenly were in unison again. As far as Hermione could tell, Fred and George reached orgasm at the exact same time. They both slid in and out of her quickly a few last times before thrusting up into her deeply, spilling their pleasure. As Hermione felt them come to climax, she soon followed, losing herself in the sensation.

Fred, George and Hermione each sighed happy relief and they laid down next to each other, Hermione in the middle, Fred and George each leaning on their elbows to either side.
“That,” Said George, breathing heavily, “was great”.
“Uh huh” Agreed Hermione.
“Oh yes” Said Fred, smiling.

They sat in serene silence, and listened to each other’s breathing return to normal.
“Well, Hermione…Fred and I better apparate into the showers and get to bed.” Said George.
“Yeah, before Ginny gets up here.” Said Fred.
Hermione checked George’s watch.
“Ginny will probably be up in a few minutes, yeah.” Said Hermione.
“You were brilliant, Hermione.” Said George with his usual charming wink. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Fred nodded agreement, kissed her on the neck, and gathered his clothes and George’s.
Hermione smiled fondly and sleepily at the twins as they apparated out of her room with a Crack!

Getting drowsy, Hermione lazily slipped on a tank top and pair of pants and flopped back down on the bed to sleep. As she lay there dozing, she thought about how Fred and George really exceeded her expectations. She had no idea they would do that with her, or be that good. She was pleasantly surprised.