Winston Churchill

I own nothing here... J.K. Rowling does... though I doubt if she\'d want them in their current incarnation... I got them all dirty ;)

Thanks to MrsRobinson for her help on some of this shit...
And to Nancy for writing Malfoy P. I. (http://www.schnoogle.com/authorLinks/Nancy/Malfoy_P_I) because it gave me the line \"blue fuck nowhere\".
To SingtoAngels for Retribution... nuff said.
And, finally, to Paganbaby for writing The Sitter... Twincest at it\'s absolute best!

Author\'s note: The timeline for Harry Potter is off by a few years (As pointed out by one of my lovely reviewers! Thanks babe!)

:D

The summer of 2003 was a scorcher all over Europe. Record temperatures were recorded from the southern tip of Italy all the way to the highlands of Scotland. It was the very same summer Hermione Granger decided to spend the month of July with the Weasley family.

\"Good Lord, it\'s hot in here,\" Hermione said with a sigh. The cooling charms Mrs. Weasley had tried to place on the house were doing absolutely nothing against the dripping heat Mother Nature was throwing at it.

Nearly a seventh year at Hogwarts, Miss Granger was quite skilled at charms, but was so tired after a long days work in the garden with the rest of the Weasley family, she could barely lift a finger to make any change in the house\'s blazing temperatures.

Reaching her right arm out toward her wand, she groaned... three more feet, \"Too far.\"

With a whine she sunk back into her bed, trying to have her skin touch as little of itself as possible. Lying face down in the bed, she flipped her pillow over trying to obtain some coolness from the side her head hadn\'t been laying on. Another whine and a sigh escaped her nose and lips as the \"cool\" side of the pillow did absolutely nothing to lower her body temperature.

The young witch lay uncomfortably in her bed until she could take it no longer. Even in her lazy state, she recognized sleep would not be in her future with sweat streaming off her body. Looking down on her body she made a decision.

\"To hell with propriety,\" Hermione groaned and whipped off her night dress. Luckily she was alone, in Charlie\'s old bedroom... or so she thought.

~*~

Two pairs of eyes were hovering outside her bedroom.

\"I wondered how much hotter we\'d have to make her room,\" Fred said with a smirk.

\"And with Mum\'s spell tryin\' to counteract ours and all,\" George agreed.

\"Think she\'ll go the Full Monty?\" Fred asked with a lecherous gleam in hyes.yes.

\"I suppose a few extra degrees couldn\'t hurt any,\" George said, tilting his head toward her window with a smile.

Raising their arms the two redheads pointed the tips of their wands at the steamy and yet magically clear window and said, \"Enflamios,\" in hushed voices.

~*~

Hermione could not believe it. She felt as if it had actually gotten hotter in her room. A whine escaped her lips that was half laugh, half cry, and all disbelief.

Hermione looked out her window.

\"This is it,\" Fred said as he smiled in triumph.

Not seeing the hovering twins Hermione whimpered, \"Oh bollocks,\" and set to the task of unclasping her bra.

George looked at his wand and quoted, \"Give us the tools and we will finish the job.\"

\"That came out of blue fuck nowhere,\" Fred said, mystified.

\"Oh, bugger off, it\'s Churchill,\" George replied.

Still controlling his broom with his knees, Fred raised his arms in defeat, \"No judgment, dear Forge, none at all. Your obsession with a muggle leader is, I\'m sure, commendable... somewhere. \"

\"Sod off, Gred!\" George said pointing to the dark windows continuing in a whisper, \"There\'s a nearly nude woman in Charlie\'s old bed and you\'re pickin\' at me on quotations?\" His lips spread into a face splitting smile as he raised an eyebrow at his twin. \"You forgettin\' why we\'re here, mate? Could it possibly be someone\'s obsession?\"

Having seemingly forgotten their task in favor of picking on his brother, Fred sobered up and turned his eyes to the now topless Miss Granger. They were here because of Fred. He had once expressed an interest in seeing what the young witch looked like under her robes. George had never let him live it down, of course, which it was completely in his nature to do.

\"Just needed a spot of remindin\',\" Fred said with a smile. Before his eyes was Hermione Granger, the object of fantasies only George knew anything about, and even he didn\'t know about all of them. She was lying on her stomach again, her supple breasts smashed into the bed, her arms and legs askew.

George looked at the divine Miss Granger and sighed a sigh of empathy, looking over at his twin he said, \"She looks right uncomfortable in there, Fred.\"

\"Think we could do anything about that, George?\" Fred asked with a familiar sparkle in his eyes.

George knew that look. It was the look that flashed across his twin\'s face just before they did something particularly brilliant... or stupid. George was pretty sure this was going to qualify as both.

\"Anything in mind?\" George asked in mock confusion.

\"Might have a bit of an idea,\" Fred said looking up in faux innocence. The sight of all that exposed flesh drove him nearly mad with desire. With a tap on her window, Fred prepared himself for making his fantasies come true. It was now or never. Hermione was tired, nearly naked, and probably up for just about anything that would cool her off.