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Fred and George snuck down the stairs as quietly as they could with Fred still leaning on his twin for support. It had only been a few months since the battle and he was lucky to be out of St. Mungo’s. Strictly speaking he wasn’t allowed to come down all those stairs, but with the help of a little magic and his partner in crime, it was fine.
They had seen the brewing cauldron in use last night and it was the perfect time to try out their newest prank product — a powder they were still in the process of naming, maybe Potion Reversal Powder or Opposite Oopsie. They had tested it on their own potions, of course, but this would be the first time they tried it on something they weren’t in control of and, honestly, didn’t even know what was brewing.
“Are we sure about this, Freddie?” George asked as they approached.
“Oh, you know it’s probably just Mum’s GnomeAway Potion. She’s always brewing more of it, fat lot of good it does. Maybe our powder will make it actually work,” Fred replied.
George shook his head with a soft laugh. “But then how would we know the powder worked?”
“Well, it would at least be a change, right?”
They dumped the powder in and stirred three times counterclockwise while chanting the incantation. The potion bubbled pink for a moment before changing back to its original color and George nervously said, “That looked almost like a love potion for a moment there.”
Fred joked, “Maybe the gnomes will fall in love and go on a honeymoon.”
George snorted. “All right then. Back up the stairs we go. I don’t know why you had to come down here for this.”
“To enjoy the mischief, of course,” Fred replied.
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Hermione was pleased when she gave her potion its last stir. It looked and smelled perfect. She had known it would be, of course, since she followed the instructions precisely, but it was always nice to have confirmation.
She finally had a way to suppress the urges she had been feeling toward some of the older Weasley brothers. As a bonus, it was a solid month’s worth of contraception without having to remember the spell each time. Not that it really mattered now that she and Ron weren’t together anymore and she had no one to shag, but Hermione didn’t like to be unprepared.
Ladling out the potion into its proper dosages, she had 15 bottles made up. Perhaps she would share with Ginny, too. She might not appreciate the lust suppressant part, but she could certainly use the contraceptive if the noises from her bedroom were any indication.
“Morning, Hermione,” George greeted, leaning on the doorframe in just his low-hung pajama bottoms. Speaking of one of those lust-inducing brothers…
“Good morning,” she returned, reaching for one of the potion bottles and downing it in one gulp. It tasted slightly different than she expected, but a recipe couldn’t account for everyone’s tastebuds, after all.
“What’s this?” he asked.
Hermione’s cheeks went red as she uncomfortably answered, “Just a monthly—”
“Say no more,” he said with raised hands. “I’m sorry I asked. Didn’t realize it was personal.”
That was what she loved about George — well, one of the many things. He got things without words and immediately acted on the information. He wasn’t one to drag out an embarrassing situation.
The thump of Fred coming down the stairs made them both turn. “Oi! I told you I would help when you were ready,” George said as he went to do just that.
Hermione sighed in relief that it would take them a bit to get down. Hopefully she would have everything put away and avoid any awkward questions when they arrived. Fred was not interested in letting embarrassing situations go. Ever.
Unfortunately, with George’s help, they weren’t as slow as she had hoped. “What are you doing with Mum’s GnomeAway Potion?” Fred asked.
“Oh, this was one of mine,” Hermione said, frowning at the horrified look on George’s face. “Why? What did you do to it?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Nothing,” the twins chorused immediately, almost guaranteeing that they had, in fact, done something to it.
Even as she narrowed her eyes at them, Hermione couldn’t help but admire the way they looked standing there shirtless. What she wouldn’t give to rip those bottoms from their bodies… wait. Those thoughts were supposed to have stopped. Maybe the potion just hadn’t taken effect yet?
But when George moved forward and asked, “Have you used any of it?” the timbre of his voice made Hermione shiver and she suddenly couldn’t drag her eyes away from the trail of auburn hair that led from his belly button down under those pajama bottoms.
“Yes,” Hermione answered. “I needed it immediately.” She felt overheated for some reason.
When George gulped, Hermione’s eyes were drawn to his bobbing Adam’s apple. Hermione wanted to lick it, then lick all the way down his chest. And when Fred shook his head and said, “We should have checked whose it was,” all she could think about was pressing her mouth to those lips and silencing him.
“I don’t think I got the dosage on this quite right,” Hermione said, glancing down at her notes. She could barely focus on it, her mind overrun with thoughts about the three men in front of her. Picking up another bottle, she slammed it before George could stop her.
“Hermione, what are you thinking?” he asked, exasperated.
“Needed more,” she panted. “It’s not doing what it was supposed to.”
“I’m sorry to have to ask,” George said, holding her upper arms and leaning close enough that she could smell the spice and smoke on him, his own personal scent that she always found alluring but now was just… divine. “But what exactly was that potion for? I thought it just had to do with your monthlies.”
“Oh, it does,” she agreed, barely recognizing her own voice since it was so low and sultry. “But it’s mostly a lust suppressant.”
“Lust suppressant?” Fred and George echoed.
“Oh Merlin,” George said just as Hermione lunged forward, pressing her lips to his and running her fingers through his hair.
George responded for a split second before pushing her away. Hermione whined as his arms flexed against her, holding her inches away from him. “Hermione, I don’t know what’s going on, but this isn’t what you want.”
“It really is,” she insisted.
“No Hermione. You don’t mean that. You don’t know what we put in there,” Fred explained, his wits a little more functional since Hermione hadn’t started touching him yet.
In a tone that clearly said she didn’t care, Hermione asked, “So what did you do to it?”
This time, George confessed, “We put in a new prototype. It’s a powder that um… well, it makes whatever the potion is have the opposite effect. It’s um… we thought it would be quite funny if Mum tried to get rid of the gnomes and instead, more flocked to the garden.”
Fred shook his head, “Now that you say it like that, it sounds like a lot more work for us and not very funny at all. But what are we going to do now that Hermione has taken a double dose of what is essentially a lust potion?”
“I know what we can do,” Hermione answered, ripping her shirt over her head.
“What do you think Mum’s going to say about this?” George asked, trying to cover her bare breasts but just fondling them in the process because of the way she squirmed against him. Hermione was desperately trying to run her hands down his smooth chest, across his abs and down to that trail of hair she had been staring at earlier.
“Your Mum’s at Aunt Muriel’s for the day,” Hermione mumbled against his skin, having gotten past his arms when he was distracted and was now kissing along his neck and collarbone.
George groaned as he tried to push her away again. “Hermione, I can’t—”
“Well if you can’t, let me through,” Fred suggested.
“You’ll fall over if she presses on you, you idiot,” George told his twin.
Fred glared for a moment before grinning again. “Sounds like we need to move this party to the sofa.”
“Yesss,” Hermione hissed, nibbling at George’s ear.
“What are we going to do, spit-roast her in the sitting room?” George asked, exasperated.
“If that’s what she wants,” Fred replied.
“She doesn’t want any of this,” George breathed, having a hard time pushing her away when it was the exact opposite of what he wanted.
“I do,” she whimpered.
George scoffed, “Then why were you trying to make a lust suppressant potion?”
“Because I want you — both of you, all the time and it’s driving me mad,” Hermione admitted with no shame whatsoever. She was beyond caring that they knew. She just needed them to do something about it. Quickly. “Have forever. And now Ron’s with Lavender and I’m alone and I need to shag you both.”
“If you wanted us so bad before, why didn’t you just say so?” Fred asked.
“Embarrassed,” she said shortly, finally moving away from George to launch herself at Fred. “And didn’t think you would want me.”
“Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” George exclaimed. “Of course we want you, but —“
“But Georgie is worried you’ll regret it later,” Fred explained as he tried to lead her to the sitting room but had to wait for her and George to help him.
“Never regret you two,” she whimpered, pushing Fred onto the sofa and climbing atop him. Through his pajama bottoms, Hermione could already see the outline of his cock and rubbed herself along him.
Fred shuddered and ground out a long, low, “Yes.”
George stood back, watching, as Hermione rode his twin through their clothes. He wasn’t sure if he was welcome to join, but he couldn’t help palming himself as he watched them. His skin still tingled where she had touched him earlier, where she had nibbled and sucked against his neck and chest.
“Your knickers are ruined, love,” Fred growled. “Let’s get rid of them.”
“Only if you get rid of yours,” Hermione insisted. When Fred made an affirmative noise, she made the wand movements with her hand and their clothes were gone, George’s too.
Before either of the brothers could react to the sudden nudity, Hermione had her hand on Fred, lining him up, and sank down his length, moaning as she went. “You don’t move,” she told Fred. “I’ll do the work.”
Fred looked like his wildest dreams were coming true. Of course, George knew they kind of were.
His own fantasies were playing out before his eyes as well, and George couldn’t help but stroke himself. He spat in his hand for lubrication and began timing his strokes to the pace Hermione was setting, pulling herself up and dropping back down on his twin’s cock.
Bringing her mouth away from Fred as he then frantically kissed her breasts dangling in front of his face, Hermione turned her head and stared directly into George’s eyes, licking her lips. “Come here,” she commanded George, never stopping her slow, steady rhythm that had Fred grunting with the effort of holding back his own thrusting.
When he hesitantly walked over to the sofa, she took his cock in one hand, stroking it while she pulled him down to snog. When George was panting and thrusting into her hand, unable to stop himself, she pulled away from him. “This isn’t wet enough,” she said, tugging at his cock.
“I’m sorry. There’s a lubrication sp—”
He gasped to a stop when her lips enveloped his length, sucking at him all the way into the back of her throat. “Holy Merlin,” George cursed, unable to think of anything else to say.
Hermione’s hands were firmly grasping his arse, pulling him closer to her face, though her nose was already buried in his pubic hair. George couldn’t imagine how she was even breathing, but as he looked down and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and drool coming out of her mouth, he found he couldn’t care as long as she was happy. And Merlin, she looked happy.
George’s cock throbbed in her mouth, her throat. It was all Hermione could do to keep swallowing him, she knew she had settled with Fred’s deep inside her, not moving any longer for him. But she also knew that her pussy was clenching around him. She could feel him shaking under her, straining with the effort of not moving. They both were and it was glorious.
She released George, pulling back to gasp for air. “Do you want my mouth or my arse first?”
“First?” George repeated in wonder. Was she honestly saying this would continue beyond the first time? Maybe all their wildest dreams were going to come true.
“Yes. You’re more mobile than Fred right now, so you get to pick,” Hermione told him.
“Hey!” Fred protested, his voice strained, “I can move around enough to take you from other—” He cut off, groaning, as Hermione slid her slick cunt up and down his length some more.
“Do as you’re told,” she demanded and Fred stopped talking, just laying there panting as she toyed with him.
George couldn’t imagine having the delectable choice before him. He wanted her in every way possible, but for this first time… he decided to see how serious she was. “I’ll keep fucking your face, but only if I can spank your arse while I do it.”
“Fuck yes,” Hermione agreed, squirming her arse in the air as Fred tried not to respond to her additional movement.
George brought his hand down on her, leaving a perfect handprint as she squealed. “No squealing like that while you have your mouth on me,” he said with a grin. Now that he accepted she was serious about wanting them, George was going to take full advantage.
He shoved his cock back in her mouth without giving her time to breathe, choking her on it as he leaned over to put a handprint on her other arse cheek. As George began to thrust, he rained blows down on her arse, one side then the other, never in quite the same place or rhythm.
Hermione was struggling, her senses overwhelmed by being so well filled and the varying paces of the spanking with George’s hard thrusts. Even better, every time he spanked her, she clenched down on Fred, sinking him deeper inside her. Then Hermione would pull herself back up as best she could with everything else going on.
Her first orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly. When she came, Fred cried out, too. Hermione knew she was milking him but he somehow kept his composure enough to hold back an orgasm. George, though relentless against her arse, pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could breathe.
“That’s right, good girl, perfect girl,” he praised her. “I’ve never seen anyone come so beautifully. Isn’t she beautiful, Fred?”
“Merlin, she is,” Fred agreed. “But now I’m going to be thrusting, Hermione. I want you to keep coming for me if you can.”
George leaned back, letting Fred be her focus for now. Fred’s hands gripped Hermione’s red arse and slammed her down on him over and over. George leaned against the side of the sofa, watching and stroking himself. He loved to watch a girl getting pounded. It would be better when Fred could stand on his own again, really rail her, but apparently they might have that chance in the future.
For now, he lazily reached forward and squeezed her breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Hermione gasped and undoubtedly squeezed down on Fred since he looked up at George with a grin. “Keep doing that to her and I won’t last long.”
“Good,” George replied. “Then I’ll take a turn with her pussy next. I think I like that even better than you sucking me off, love.”
“Whatever you want,” Hermione declared. “I’m your toy. I’ll do anything you want if you just keep fucking me.”
“That can be arranged,” George replied, feeling his cock pulse hard at the possibilities she was handing them. He rolled her nipples again, squeezing them tighter this time and Hermione screamed, falling apart all over Fred again. Only this time he slammed into her erratically a few times and then screamed his own release.
Hermione was still trembling, her cunt still pulsing, when George picked her up off of Fred and turned her face into the sofa, opening her up for him to see. He stuck two fingers inside her while the other hand wrapped around to find her clit. It took less than a minute before the tingling inside exploded again, making her see white.
George wasted no time. When she came again, he plunged his cock into her, loving the way she squeezed against his intrusion even as she screamed, “Yes,” over and over. He pounded into her exactly like he wanted to see someone do, driving her face into the sofa as Fred watched the two of them and worked himself up toward a second peak as well.
The intensity of this experience was bringing him much closer faster than normal. George’s orgasm was building inside and he knew he couldn’t last long. He grabbed her hair suddenly, pulling her up off the sofa so that her back was against his chest as he pushed inside her for the last few strokes. He pulled out already spurting and covered her red arse in his cum at the same time Fred’s cock began spraying again as well.
There was silence for a few moments before Hermione whimpered, “Th-thank you. That was everything I wanted.”
“Everything?” George asked. “As in we’re done?”
“No!” she cried, suddenly terrified they would leave her, still feeling so needy and helpless. “Please give me more. Please! I’ll do anything.”
“Merlin, how long does this potion last?” Fred asked.
“A month,” Hermione answered, tears running down her cheeks. “I need you both so much.”
“Only them?” came a new voice. None of the three of them had noticed another person in the room. Charlie was leaned against the doorframe, watching avidly, palming himself through his tight dragonhide trousers.
Hermione’s eyes roved over the second oldest Weasley brother, looking at him with hunger as she noted the prominent bulge in those straining trousers. “Oh there is definitely room for you, too,” she declared.
“How long have you been there?” George asked.
“Since she deep throated you,” Charlie explained. “I can understand why you were distracted.”
“Wait!” Hermione said when he started toward her. All three of them froze. “I just remembered the other part of the potion. It’s… it’s a contraceptive, too.”
“Merlin, I can’t believe we forgot about a contraceptive spell in the first place. And while you’re basically on a fertility potion, too.”
“A potion?” Charlie asked as Fred cast the contraceptive charm.
“Let’s take this up to a bedroom,” George said, “I’ll tell you on the way. An honest mistake was made.”
“The best dishonest mistake we’ve ever made,” Fred added with a laugh.