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Title: Shoes
Author:acquiescence_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George
Summary: Hermione can't find her shoes
Word Count: 2915
Author's Notes: forhp_clover fic exchange for tamswitter.
“Where are my shoes?” Hermione pushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes and looked once more around the room.
She was rapidly loosing patience; they were already behind schedule and if they didn’t hurry they’d be late to the wedding.
“You mean these shoes, love?” Fred poked his head into the room, a pair of heels in hand.
“Yes, thank goodness, where were they?”
“Oh they were –”
“Never mind,” She cut him off with a wave of her hand, “we don’t have time. Are you ready? And where is George?”
Fred mumbled to himself for a moment, before shrugging as Hermione sat on the end of the bed and slipped on her shoes.
“We’re going to be late.”
“You don’t have to work yourself up so much love; it’s not going to start without us.”
Hermione glared at him; that was obviously not the answer she wanted.
“What? It’s true, we’ve got the rings, I’ll never understand who made that choice, and you’re the maid of honor, both essential parts of a proper wedding. Plus, do you really think Harry and Ginny are going to be aware of anything other than each other today? They won’t notice if we’re a little late”
Fred pulled Hermione to her feet and looked into her eyes, before lowering his lips to hers in a light kiss.
“So don’t freak out ok?”
She pursed her lips slightly and furrowed her brow before nodding slightly.
“And what is going on in here?” George stood in the door way, leaning up against the frame a grin spreading across his freckled cheeks.
The couple let their glances separate as they looked to George still standing across the room, tie handing undone around his neck and his shoes untied as he smirked at them. He licked his lips, a sure sign that he was up to something as he pushed off of the door frame and crossed the room.
“So what are you two lovebirds up to? I thought we were supposed to be getting ready to go downstairs.”
Hermione huffed and pushed out of Fred’s arms, and stomped across the room.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do George, though it looks like maybe you haven’t been doing the same.” She gave a pointed look to his tie and untucked shirt.
She sighed deeply and shook her head, muttering something about twins before she started looking for her lost shoes once again. George smirked as he watched her rush about the room throwing around the disregarded clothing, which had been strewn about the room the night before, as she went.
“You know ‘Mione, you look awfully sexy when you’re frustrated like that.”
“Honestly, George, I don’t have time for this, if you really want to impress me, or get into my knickers later why don’t you make yourself useful and help me find my shoes.” She was getting frantic now, as she made her fourth pass around the room, even looking behind books on the shelves for her lost shoes.
“Now why would I want to do that when I could just have you now, love?”
Hermione stopped her frantic search and turned to look at George, he was sitting on the corner of their bed just watching her. He loved watching her move, the way her dress hung so nicely on her, showing off her soft curvaceous form and flattering each curve. How could she expect him to do anything but want to shag her senseless when she was teasing him so openly?
“We don’t have time George; we’re running late as it is.” She sighed deeply her eyes wide.
“Yes, but here’s the thing Hermione, your definition of late and mine are far different. The wedding isn’t even going to start for another hour and a half.” He arched his eyebrows when he pointed this out.
It was true that they weren’t really running late for the wedding just yet, but Miss-management Hermione Granger wanted to be sure there would be no possibility of their being late, by arriving at least an hour early.
She crossed her arms and huffed at him. “Fred will you speak some sense into your brother while I continue looking for my shoe since neither of you seems very keen on helping me right now.”
She pushed back a strand of hair from her face and sighed as she rummaged around in the closet for her shoes. Sometimes those twins were more trouble that they were worth. She remembered that day all those years ago when they had stumbled upon the idea in the first place. Even to this day she wasn’t sure how it had started, though George was fond of reminding her that really this was all her fault. If she hadn’t been looking so delectable in that outfit she’d chosen to go to Ginny’s birthday they wouldn’t have had to pounce on her in the first place.
First Fred had cornered her at the party; he smiled and leered at her playfully while catching up on her life. Since graduating Hermione had gotten a rather respectable job at the ministry working in muggle relations, and the twins were of course still very hard at work in their own business ventures which were now expanding to America and the rest of Europe.
Not long after their conversation had gotten underway the pair was joined by George.
“Ah there you are Fred, I was beginning to think you’d run off on me. And what’s this? Planning on running away with Miss Granger are we?”
“Hello George,” Hermione smiled and gave him a hug “I guess my plan to steal Fred away has been thwarted, I suppose I’ll just have to take you along with me too.”
Fred and George exchanged a glance and laughed.
“Who knew that little shy girl from Hogwarts would now be standing here threatening to steal us away? Did you know Fred?”
“I never would have guessed, George. I’m sure she plans on doing all manner of torturous things to us too once she’s gotten us to her secret hideout.”
“I had better hope so.” George winked at Fred.
Hermione could feel her cheeks warming slightly as the twins continued to tease her, giving her pointed glances as often as possible. This was definitely not what she had in mind, when she’d began teasing. And yet despite the slight embarrassment of it all, she did have to admit it was rather fun. The twins were not bad looking by any stretch of the imagination and despite their lack of respect towards the rules which she held so dear, they were rather fun to be around.
The teasing continued as it was apt to do with the twins, slowly growing more sexual with each passing remark. Hermione was breathing deeply, and the flush in her cheeks was no longer only the result of her embarrassment. They all felt it, that undeniable pull to the others, and the conversation slowly died.
George paused and licked his lips giving Fred a nudge as he looked around the room to see where people’s attentions were. Nodding slightly George took Hermione’s hand pulling her towards the stairway; they lead her to their old bedroom. Even after all these years Molly had never done anything else with the room. She was under the impression that if she left the children’s rooms as they were, they would be more likely to come home to visit.
Closing the door behind him Fred grinned, and muttered a few charms to ensure they wouldn’t be intruded upon, when he saw George lean down slightly, his hand under Hermione’s chin lifting her lips to his. Hermione didn’t even give herself time to think as she arched up into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against his broad chest. It had been so long since anyone had taken any interest in her, and now here she found herself with two wonderfully attractive and successful men who wanted her as much as she felt herself aching for them.
She didn’t protest as Fred stepped up behind her, his hands moving to her hips and slipping beneath her top warm against her smooth skin. Arching her back slightly, she pressed back against him in open invitation as she opened her mouth to George’s insistent tongue. Moaning softly into his mouth as Fred’s hands rose higher, pushing her shirt up with their assent, to grasp her breasts pulling her back against him.
Soon Hermione found herself slowly being filled first by George beneath her as she sank herself lower on his length, while he lay back on the bed, hands grasping hungrily at her ripe breasts, and then by Fred from behind. He took care in pushing himself into her, groaning against her neck as he nipped and licked at her warm skin. She rocked her hips slowly, urging them both deeper.
As they lay in the small bed, a tangle of arms and legs, lips and tongues, they sighed softly. All three finally happy for the first time. She knew then this was more than just a one time shag, it was more than just a shag. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was yet, but she knew she needed more.
At first she’d been unsure of having them both together; it seemed wrong but so right at the same time. George was the funny lecherous one, though really that could be said for them both, while Fred was more introspective at times and willing to engage her in a proper conversation from time to time. Really together they made one very fine man indeed. How could she have one without the other? They weren’t complete apart and she was incomplete without them both.
And so it began, at first no one understood. It had been the same as they told first Molly and Arthur and then her own parents. They couldn’t understand how the three of them could possibly make this relationship work – if you could call it that. It just seemed too impossible, however, when the threesome didn’t come tumbling apart after a month, two months, five months, a year people began to quiet their doubts. They were able to see how happy they were together, they way they completed each other. And it was no longer simply a threesome, but a perfect match.
They’d moved in together a few months after they had told their parents. And despite their foolishness Hermione loved them both. She was complete as she slept with one on either side at night, she was complete when she was being filled with them both at the same time, she was complete when they were fighting, she was complete when they were making up, she was complete with them.
Biting her lower lip, Hermione looked over her shoulder to where the twins sat talking thoughtfully. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right. They weren’t late yet and the wedding couldn’t very well start without them. Perhaps she had overreacted. She straightened up and smoothed her dress out over her skirt and turned to face them where they sat.
“Everything alright, love?” Fred asked quietly.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” She smiled one of her half smiles which always gave her away to them. “I guess I’m just a little stressed out about all of this, I just want to make certain that everything goes well today for Ginny and Harry.”
“Are you apologizing, love?” George grinned as he watched her clasp her hands together, a sure sign she was uncomfortable.
She glared at him for a moment and then looked away. She hated apologizing, especially when she still felt she had been right on some level, but it had been wrong to take out her anger on them. They were the most important people in her life and they deserved better than that.
George stood up and walked to her; as fun loving as he may be, he certainly did have a soft spot for Hermione – everyone has their weaknesses right? He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her up against his chest, breathing in the scent of her – shampoo, perfume, and something which was distinctly Hermione, a mix of peppermint quills, ink, and the library, and god help him she made each irresistible. He often cursed Hermione under his breath when the scent of peppermint came wafting into the shop, because he was instantly hard and aching for her, much like he was now.
In a motion similar to that which had started everything all those years ago, he lifted her chin so she would look at him and drew her lips to his. He could already taste the yearning in her as she opened her mouth to his tongue immediately. She was much more self aware now than she had been, she knew what she liked, what they liked and she went after both with a passion which often surprised him.
As he pushed his tongue deeper into the warmth of her mouth, he felt her hand move between their bodies, with a sense of urgency, to the rapidly swelling bulge in his pants. He groaned into her mouth as she let her fingers tease him lightly while she nipped at his tongue.
Not content to simply watch when he saw things quickly progressing, Fred soon joined the two drawing them to the bed. With some persuasion he parted George and Hermione to pull her dress off slowly, so she couldn’t complain about it later and then laid her out on the bed. She looked like a vision in her new bra and panties, the twins had helped her pick them out for the occasion. She squirmed and whined slightly as they stood over, but she didn’t have to protest again before they were on her.
George spread her legs, moving up between her thighs as Fred grasped her breasts through the fabric of her bra, his fingers coming together around her already hardened nipples. She arched her hips and moaned deeply as George rubbed over her panties, feeling her wetness through the sheer fabric. Pushing her bra down Fred took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard nub.
Slipping his fingers beneath her panties George dipped them between her slick lips searching for her clit. She gasped as he fingers teased back and forth over the bundle of nerves.
“Please,” she panted, “please take me.” Her hands clenched around the sheets of the bed as she arched her hips up invitingly towards George.
Never one to let a lady down, George grinned, “Happy to oblige, Fred?”
“George?” Fred smirked at his brother and rolled Hermione over on to his chest. “Like this love?”
Pushing her panties to the side and freeing his cock, he ran the thick head over her lips slowly, coating himself with her before arching his hips up and filling her. Hermione groaned and grasped at his shoulders, rocking her hips against him slowly.
“Nnn, my turn now,” George moved behind her now, pushing slowly against her tight hole. He groaned as she pushed back against him, her hips rocking from side to side, drawing him in. She arched her back sharply as he buried himself deep inside of her. She rested her head against Fred’s shoulder moaning deeply as one first moved in and the other out, and then the other out while the other filled her once more. It was constant, maddeningly slow as they took turns filling her again and again, keeping their pace. Slowly, they began to speed up and were no longer able to time their motions to one another and they moved together filling her at the same time.
She gasped and arched her back, pressing back against each of them drawing them deeper, further into her. She moved frantically, almost desperate for more of them, moaning deeply as they filled her. They groaned in unison feeling her tighten around them. She pleaded silently with them to fill her completely now, to mark her as theirs once more.
Their triple crescendo rose slowly filling them all until it was too huge to resist and they let themselves be overcome by it. Gasping and writhing, they let it crash over them, filling them with one another as they let their own being drain from them. They were one, in that moment, not three, not a couple; they were one complete and perfect being reaching towards eternity before they were reminded of reality. Breathing deeply, they held each other for a while after, slowly catching their breath, heartbeats slowing, and the Hermione realized the time.
“Oh bugger, Fred, George, get yourselves straightened up and find my shoes we’re going to be late.”
The twins smirked at each other before rolling out of the bed, “Yes, dear.”
After making himself look presentable once more George disappeared into the adjoining room for a moment, and then returned with Hermione’s shoes in hand.
“You knew where they were the whole time? You lecherous, evil, awful, terrible man.”
George just continued to grin. “Say what you like love, but you’re just too irresistible to tease at times.”
“Well we’ll see if you think the same thing after the wedding, I am definitely going to repay you for that favor later tonight.” She in turn gave him her own smirk before pulling them both out the door.
hp_clover exchange. I got an amazing Hermione/Sirius fic written by inell and if you haven't read it yet then you must go check it out here you won't regret it. And now for my less wonderful ficTitle: Shoes
Author:
acquiescence_Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George
Summary: Hermione can't find her shoes
Word Count: 2915
Author's Notes: for
hp_clover fic exchange for tamswitter. “Where are my shoes?” Hermione pushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes and looked once more around the room.
She was rapidly loosing patience; they were already behind schedule and if they didn’t hurry they’d be late to the wedding.
“You mean these shoes, love?” Fred poked his head into the room, a pair of heels in hand.
“Yes, thank goodness, where were they?”
“Oh they were –”
“Never mind,” She cut him off with a wave of her hand, “we don’t have time. Are you ready? And where is George?”
Fred mumbled to himself for a moment, before shrugging as Hermione sat on the end of the bed and slipped on her shoes.
“We’re going to be late.”
“You don’t have to work yourself up so much love; it’s not going to start without us.”
Hermione glared at him; that was obviously not the answer she wanted.
“What? It’s true, we’ve got the rings, I’ll never understand who made that choice, and you’re the maid of honor, both essential parts of a proper wedding. Plus, do you really think Harry and Ginny are going to be aware of anything other than each other today? They won’t notice if we’re a little late”
Fred pulled Hermione to her feet and looked into her eyes, before lowering his lips to hers in a light kiss.
“So don’t freak out ok?”
She pursed her lips slightly and furrowed her brow before nodding slightly.
“And what is going on in here?” George stood in the door way, leaning up against the frame a grin spreading across his freckled cheeks.
The couple let their glances separate as they looked to George still standing across the room, tie handing undone around his neck and his shoes untied as he smirked at them. He licked his lips, a sure sign that he was up to something as he pushed off of the door frame and crossed the room.
“So what are you two lovebirds up to? I thought we were supposed to be getting ready to go downstairs.”
Hermione huffed and pushed out of Fred’s arms, and stomped across the room.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do George, though it looks like maybe you haven’t been doing the same.” She gave a pointed look to his tie and untucked shirt.
She sighed deeply and shook her head, muttering something about twins before she started looking for her lost shoes once again. George smirked as he watched her rush about the room throwing around the disregarded clothing, which had been strewn about the room the night before, as she went.
“You know ‘Mione, you look awfully sexy when you’re frustrated like that.”
“Honestly, George, I don’t have time for this, if you really want to impress me, or get into my knickers later why don’t you make yourself useful and help me find my shoes.” She was getting frantic now, as she made her fourth pass around the room, even looking behind books on the shelves for her lost shoes.
“Now why would I want to do that when I could just have you now, love?”
Hermione stopped her frantic search and turned to look at George, he was sitting on the corner of their bed just watching her. He loved watching her move, the way her dress hung so nicely on her, showing off her soft curvaceous form and flattering each curve. How could she expect him to do anything but want to shag her senseless when she was teasing him so openly?
“We don’t have time George; we’re running late as it is.” She sighed deeply her eyes wide.
“Yes, but here’s the thing Hermione, your definition of late and mine are far different. The wedding isn’t even going to start for another hour and a half.” He arched his eyebrows when he pointed this out.
It was true that they weren’t really running late for the wedding just yet, but Miss-management Hermione Granger wanted to be sure there would be no possibility of their being late, by arriving at least an hour early.
She crossed her arms and huffed at him. “Fred will you speak some sense into your brother while I continue looking for my shoe since neither of you seems very keen on helping me right now.”
She pushed back a strand of hair from her face and sighed as she rummaged around in the closet for her shoes. Sometimes those twins were more trouble that they were worth. She remembered that day all those years ago when they had stumbled upon the idea in the first place. Even to this day she wasn’t sure how it had started, though George was fond of reminding her that really this was all her fault. If she hadn’t been looking so delectable in that outfit she’d chosen to go to Ginny’s birthday they wouldn’t have had to pounce on her in the first place.
First Fred had cornered her at the party; he smiled and leered at her playfully while catching up on her life. Since graduating Hermione had gotten a rather respectable job at the ministry working in muggle relations, and the twins were of course still very hard at work in their own business ventures which were now expanding to America and the rest of Europe.
Not long after their conversation had gotten underway the pair was joined by George.
“Ah there you are Fred, I was beginning to think you’d run off on me. And what’s this? Planning on running away with Miss Granger are we?”
“Hello George,” Hermione smiled and gave him a hug “I guess my plan to steal Fred away has been thwarted, I suppose I’ll just have to take you along with me too.”
Fred and George exchanged a glance and laughed.
“Who knew that little shy girl from Hogwarts would now be standing here threatening to steal us away? Did you know Fred?”
“I never would have guessed, George. I’m sure she plans on doing all manner of torturous things to us too once she’s gotten us to her secret hideout.”
“I had better hope so.” George winked at Fred.
Hermione could feel her cheeks warming slightly as the twins continued to tease her, giving her pointed glances as often as possible. This was definitely not what she had in mind, when she’d began teasing. And yet despite the slight embarrassment of it all, she did have to admit it was rather fun. The twins were not bad looking by any stretch of the imagination and despite their lack of respect towards the rules which she held so dear, they were rather fun to be around.
The teasing continued as it was apt to do with the twins, slowly growing more sexual with each passing remark. Hermione was breathing deeply, and the flush in her cheeks was no longer only the result of her embarrassment. They all felt it, that undeniable pull to the others, and the conversation slowly died.
George paused and licked his lips giving Fred a nudge as he looked around the room to see where people’s attentions were. Nodding slightly George took Hermione’s hand pulling her towards the stairway; they lead her to their old bedroom. Even after all these years Molly had never done anything else with the room. She was under the impression that if she left the children’s rooms as they were, they would be more likely to come home to visit.
Closing the door behind him Fred grinned, and muttered a few charms to ensure they wouldn’t be intruded upon, when he saw George lean down slightly, his hand under Hermione’s chin lifting her lips to his. Hermione didn’t even give herself time to think as she arched up into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against his broad chest. It had been so long since anyone had taken any interest in her, and now here she found herself with two wonderfully attractive and successful men who wanted her as much as she felt herself aching for them.
She didn’t protest as Fred stepped up behind her, his hands moving to her hips and slipping beneath her top warm against her smooth skin. Arching her back slightly, she pressed back against him in open invitation as she opened her mouth to George’s insistent tongue. Moaning softly into his mouth as Fred’s hands rose higher, pushing her shirt up with their assent, to grasp her breasts pulling her back against him.
Soon Hermione found herself slowly being filled first by George beneath her as she sank herself lower on his length, while he lay back on the bed, hands grasping hungrily at her ripe breasts, and then by Fred from behind. He took care in pushing himself into her, groaning against her neck as he nipped and licked at her warm skin. She rocked her hips slowly, urging them both deeper.
As they lay in the small bed, a tangle of arms and legs, lips and tongues, they sighed softly. All three finally happy for the first time. She knew then this was more than just a one time shag, it was more than just a shag. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was yet, but she knew she needed more.
At first she’d been unsure of having them both together; it seemed wrong but so right at the same time. George was the funny lecherous one, though really that could be said for them both, while Fred was more introspective at times and willing to engage her in a proper conversation from time to time. Really together they made one very fine man indeed. How could she have one without the other? They weren’t complete apart and she was incomplete without them both.
And so it began, at first no one understood. It had been the same as they told first Molly and Arthur and then her own parents. They couldn’t understand how the three of them could possibly make this relationship work – if you could call it that. It just seemed too impossible, however, when the threesome didn’t come tumbling apart after a month, two months, five months, a year people began to quiet their doubts. They were able to see how happy they were together, they way they completed each other. And it was no longer simply a threesome, but a perfect match.
They’d moved in together a few months after they had told their parents. And despite their foolishness Hermione loved them both. She was complete as she slept with one on either side at night, she was complete when she was being filled with them both at the same time, she was complete when they were fighting, she was complete when they were making up, she was complete with them.
Biting her lower lip, Hermione looked over her shoulder to where the twins sat talking thoughtfully. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right. They weren’t late yet and the wedding couldn’t very well start without them. Perhaps she had overreacted. She straightened up and smoothed her dress out over her skirt and turned to face them where they sat.
“Everything alright, love?” Fred asked quietly.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” She smiled one of her half smiles which always gave her away to them. “I guess I’m just a little stressed out about all of this, I just want to make certain that everything goes well today for Ginny and Harry.”
“Are you apologizing, love?” George grinned as he watched her clasp her hands together, a sure sign she was uncomfortable.
She glared at him for a moment and then looked away. She hated apologizing, especially when she still felt she had been right on some level, but it had been wrong to take out her anger on them. They were the most important people in her life and they deserved better than that.
George stood up and walked to her; as fun loving as he may be, he certainly did have a soft spot for Hermione – everyone has their weaknesses right? He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her up against his chest, breathing in the scent of her – shampoo, perfume, and something which was distinctly Hermione, a mix of peppermint quills, ink, and the library, and god help him she made each irresistible. He often cursed Hermione under his breath when the scent of peppermint came wafting into the shop, because he was instantly hard and aching for her, much like he was now.
In a motion similar to that which had started everything all those years ago, he lifted her chin so she would look at him and drew her lips to his. He could already taste the yearning in her as she opened her mouth to his tongue immediately. She was much more self aware now than she had been, she knew what she liked, what they liked and she went after both with a passion which often surprised him.
As he pushed his tongue deeper into the warmth of her mouth, he felt her hand move between their bodies, with a sense of urgency, to the rapidly swelling bulge in his pants. He groaned into her mouth as she let her fingers tease him lightly while she nipped at his tongue.
Not content to simply watch when he saw things quickly progressing, Fred soon joined the two drawing them to the bed. With some persuasion he parted George and Hermione to pull her dress off slowly, so she couldn’t complain about it later and then laid her out on the bed. She looked like a vision in her new bra and panties, the twins had helped her pick them out for the occasion. She squirmed and whined slightly as they stood over, but she didn’t have to protest again before they were on her.
George spread her legs, moving up between her thighs as Fred grasped her breasts through the fabric of her bra, his fingers coming together around her already hardened nipples. She arched her hips and moaned deeply as George rubbed over her panties, feeling her wetness through the sheer fabric. Pushing her bra down Fred took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard nub.
Slipping his fingers beneath her panties George dipped them between her slick lips searching for her clit. She gasped as he fingers teased back and forth over the bundle of nerves.
“Please,” she panted, “please take me.” Her hands clenched around the sheets of the bed as she arched her hips up invitingly towards George.
Never one to let a lady down, George grinned, “Happy to oblige, Fred?”
“George?” Fred smirked at his brother and rolled Hermione over on to his chest. “Like this love?”
Pushing her panties to the side and freeing his cock, he ran the thick head over her lips slowly, coating himself with her before arching his hips up and filling her. Hermione groaned and grasped at his shoulders, rocking her hips against him slowly.
“Nnn, my turn now,” George moved behind her now, pushing slowly against her tight hole. He groaned as she pushed back against him, her hips rocking from side to side, drawing him in. She arched her back sharply as he buried himself deep inside of her. She rested her head against Fred’s shoulder moaning deeply as one first moved in and the other out, and then the other out while the other filled her once more. It was constant, maddeningly slow as they took turns filling her again and again, keeping their pace. Slowly, they began to speed up and were no longer able to time their motions to one another and they moved together filling her at the same time.
She gasped and arched her back, pressing back against each of them drawing them deeper, further into her. She moved frantically, almost desperate for more of them, moaning deeply as they filled her. They groaned in unison feeling her tighten around them. She pleaded silently with them to fill her completely now, to mark her as theirs once more.
Their triple crescendo rose slowly filling them all until it was too huge to resist and they let themselves be overcome by it. Gasping and writhing, they let it crash over them, filling them with one another as they let their own being drain from them. They were one, in that moment, not three, not a couple; they were one complete and perfect being reaching towards eternity before they were reminded of reality. Breathing deeply, they held each other for a while after, slowly catching their breath, heartbeats slowing, and the Hermione realized the time.
“Oh bugger, Fred, George, get yourselves straightened up and find my shoes we’re going to be late.”
The twins smirked at each other before rolling out of the bed, “Yes, dear.”
After making himself look presentable once more George disappeared into the adjoining room for a moment, and then returned with Hermione’s shoes in hand.
“You knew where they were the whole time? You lecherous, evil, awful, terrible man.”
George just continued to grin. “Say what you like love, but you’re just too irresistible to tease at times.”
“Well we’ll see if you think the same thing after the wedding, I am definitely going to repay you for that favor later tonight.” She in turn gave him her own smirk before pulling them both out the door.