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Hermione was taking a much-needed lunch break with Ginny just two blocks down from George and Fred’s shop in Diagon Alley. She’d just had the first instance of an awkward moment outside of the club because of events that took place within the club. She had run in Minister Kingsley outside his office. Closely, too. Like chest to chest, eye contact and everything. And all she could think about was how his cock had felt inside of her not three days ago.
He’d played it pretty cool. He’d probably been at the club a while longer than she had. He was used to running into conquests in the real world and ignoring what they were both thinking about. He’d simply greeted her, helped her recover papers fallen to the floor, and bid adieu on his way out to lunch.
And so, Hermione sent a patronus to Ginny so they could go to lunch.
“So obviously you can’t tell me what happened or who, but was it really so odd to see whomever it was at work?” Ginny asked her friend.
The most awkward part was the fact that it was the Minister. But she couldn’t really tell Ginny that. “Yes.”
“Well, you’ve seen Harry outside of the club since our night,” Ginny pointed out. “I’m assuming you’ve seen others as well.”
Hermione nodded absentmindedly. She had seen other people she’d… connected with, outside of the club. Such as Neville, Daphne, and Viktor.
“I guess I just stepped outside a comfort zone too brashly,” Hermione explained.
“That’s normal,” Ginny said. “You don’t have to push yourself.” The redhead then grinned deviously into her tea. “You do, however, have to come to the club this Saturday night.”
Hermione frowned at her friend, perplexed. “Why?”
“Because it’s Light Night,” George and Fred said in unison, popping up behind her suddenly.
Hermione gave a small yelp of fright and turned around to smack them on their arms. “What in Merlin’s name is wrong with you?” She took a breath and sat back down. “What is Light Night?”
George and Fred took seats across from each other at the little circle table with the girls and spoke together in that odd twin speak they did.
“Well, Miss Granger—”
“—we’ve recently perfected a new potion invention.”
“We call it Libido Lucem—”
“—and we’ll be unveiling it this Saturday night at Indulge.”
“How does it work?” Hermione asked, ever curious.
Fred said, “At its base, it’s an aphrodisiac. It reacts with your physiology. Increases blood flow, heightens arousal, relaxes the muscles, and adjusts hormone levels.”
Then George said, “But the best part is, that once you drink it, wherever your skin is touched or stimulated, lights up in various random colors.”
“Makes for a fantastic show,” Fred said with a grin.
“Have you tested it?” Hermione asked.
The twins shared a smirk. “More or less.”
“And they’re going to be handing them out to everyone in the club Saturday night,” Ginny said with a grin. “You’re coming.”
“Oh indeed,” Fred added.
When Saturday came, Hermione did her duty and apparated to Indulge.
“Welcome back, Ms. Granger.”
When Hermione walked in, there were two elves flanking the entrance with floating bowls next to them full of individually wrapped taffy candies.
“Will the Lady be taking a Libido Lucem candy?” the elf on the right asked.
“Mine are better!” the elf on the left claimed playfully.
“Um, thank you,” Hermione said, reaching in to take one and making her way to the bar for a drink.
Twinkly was there in a glittery dress and fake eyelashes, shaking a tumbler and pouring out a series of martinis for a small group of people at the bar. She smiled widely when she saw Hermione and was right over. “What would the Missus like?”
“My usual, Twinkly, thank you,” Hermione said. When Twinkly produced it, she took a sip and complimented her work. Then she looked around. People were having at each other like animals, dancing and grinding closely together. She could see that most of them were already under the influence of the Twins’ potion. Their bodies glowed in a multitude of colors where they bumped and grinded against each other. Reds, blues, greens, yellows, purples. It was spectacular.
Hermione smiled to herself as she finished her drink and ordered another. This time, she ordered the special cocktail of the night. It was some kind of martini that flashed and glowed different colors just like the bodies of the people around.
“This is delicious, Twinkly,” Hermione complimented the elf as she drank her second drink.
Twinkly blushed and smiled bashfully under the praise. “Many thanks yous!”
After Twinkly went to serve others at the bar, Hermione sipped on her drink and watched others in various sexual situations lighting up like Christmas lights around the dim club. Seamus was pressing Luna against the wall where her back shined bright blue, giving her an angelic glow. Lavender Brown was riding Roger Davies on a nearby couch. Her pelvis pulsed a bright yellow, whereas Roger’s hips glowed Gryffindor red. And where his penis was repeatedly enveloped by her pussy, they glowed orange.
Hermione was certainly intrigued and aroused by the time she finished her second drink. She set the empty glass down and had just gotten off her stool when a shirtless George Weasley with a light sheen of sweat on his face wandered over to her.
“Fancy seeing you here, Granger,” he said with a wry grin.
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes. “You knew I’d be coming tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll be cumming all right,” Fred said, suddenly appearing at her other side.
Hermione started a little at his abrupt interjection and smacked his arm. “I’ve told you a million times to stop doing that!”
Fred wasn’t shirtless, but his shirt was completely unbuttoned as were his trousers. He leaned his elbow against the bar beside her and gave her a crooked grin. “I’ll stop when it stops being so funny.”
Hermione gave a small huff and looked away. “What are you doing over here? Shouldn’t you be having fun experimenting with your candy?”
“Oh, it’s been a complete success so far,” George said. He jerked his chin to gesture down to his chest and said, “Go ahead and try it out. Touch me.”
Hermione ignored the dubious dialogue and reached out to press her fingers against George’s peck. Where their skin touched, his skin glowed bright pink. The color became more intense when she put down more pressure, and it faded when she took her hand away. She had to admit, she was impressed. “How fascinating. How are the colors selected?”
“It’s mostly random,” George said.
“But there is an element of preference involved,” Fred finished. “So, you’ve exposed George’s secret love of the color pink.”
“Shut up, wanker,” George said playfully swatting at his twin. He then wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione and asked, “Have you tasted our candy yet?”
Hermione’s cheeks were a little pink at his words. “Not yet.”
“Well, why don’t you try it?” Fred suggested heavily. He leaned closer to her. “And then we can see what your favorite colors are for ourselves.”
Hermione caught onto what they were really suggesting and unwrapped her taffy candy, sticking it into her mouth with an innocent look. The twins shared a heady look when Hermione’s strap fell down her shoulder. Hermione caught onto it as she chewed on her candy. It tasted like strawberries and earl gray tea. “How did you choose the flavor combinations?”
“It’s different for everyone, based on the taster’s favorite flavors,” George said.
“What do you taste?” Fred asked.
“Fresh strawberries and earl gray,” she said, finishing the candy in her mouth. “When does it begin?”
“Soon enough,” Fred murmured, craning his neck down so he could press his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Hermione gasped sharply at the heat of his lips and saliva on her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as her whole body warmed up and felt tingly all over. Her mind felt hazy, taken over by lust. Her nipples immediately puckered under her chemise and her pussy was already dripping with arousal. And as Fred kissed and nipped at her neck, her arousal heightened.
It mounted exponentially when George’s hands slide between her thighs and parted them so his head could fit against her pussy. His tongue dipped out of his lips to tease her labia and clit. Her hips involuntarily bucked at the pleasure and her knees buckled.
The twins stepped back to grab her and stop her from falling. They chuckled simultaneously and shared a look.
“Why don’t we find a more comfortable—”
“—and horizontal—”
“—place to continue?”
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open, and she nodded. Each twin took a hand of hers and led her away from the bar, towards the couches. Hermione was almost blinded by all the lights and colors from the bodies around them. She saw Draco and someone who looked like Blaise Zabini, glowing green and blue together. She snorted as she thought that Draco’s dick looked like a lightsaber.
Fred and George stopped when they found an empty space on the cushioned floor and guided her down on her knees. George’s pants were already half unzipped so it was easy to take his cock out and wrap her hand around it. It began glowing vibrantly blue as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. George hissed. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes as she opened her mouth and took his cockhead onto her tongue.
“Blimey!” George hissed again, watching as innocent bookish Granger took his cock into her mouth like a pro. “Bloody hell.”
Fred knelt behind her and pressed his chest against her back. His hands encased her hips, pulling up the hem of her chemise. His hands pressed into her supple fair skin, eliciting a purple glow. The purple crawled up her body with his hands as they moved up to her breasts, squeezing and massaging. He trapped her nipples between his long thing fingers and stroked. Hermione began to grind her hips backwards, against Fred, feeling his erection against her backside. He groaned behind her and ground forward, pressing into her.
His hands left her breasts, and he crouched behind her to press his face into her pussy. Hermione moaned around George’s cock as Fred began to eat her out. This in turn made George groan and thrust clumsily into her mouth. Fred flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit and she fought to keep in position.
Abruptly, George pulled free of her mouth. “Bloody hell, I’m gonna blow. What about it, Forge? Mouth or pussy?”
Fred reared his head up, pulling it from Hermione’s aforementioned pussy. “I guess it’s only fair that you get her pussy.”
With an exaggerated wink to her from above, George shifted around until he and his brother switched places. Now Fred’s hard cock was in her face and the bulbous cockhead poking at her wet entrance was George’s. Hermione reached for Fred’s cock and found it funny that it glowed yellow where she touched him.
Fred gave her a queer look. “She’s laughing at it Gred. She didn’t laugh at it before.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something witty, but George chose that moment to thrust inside of her rather hastily. Her mouth fell agape even more and let out a loud cry.
“She’s not laughing anymore, Forge,” George said from behind her. His hands encompassed her waist, fingers spreading, creating ten thin stripes of glowing green. The color only grew deeper as he squeezed her and yanked her back onto his cock just when he’d pulled most of it out of her. Hermione let out another choked cry and Fred chose that moment to shove his cock into her mouth. If only she could see that the inside of her mouth was now glowing blue.
Gagging only at the quick intrusion, Hermione quickly adapted and sucked her cheeks in as she bobbed her head in time with George’s rough thrusts into her from behind. They spit roasted her expertly and in complete sync. She’d seen them work together before. Even if she hadn’t, she could have guessed that they did this kind of thing often. It was borderline incestual and disturbing, but in her spot between them, it was just fucking hot.
Bright red emanated from where George’s thighs smacked against Hermione’s arse with every thrust into her cunt with his equally red cock.
“Fucking hell this is seventeen-year-old us’s wet dream,” George groaned, pounding into her so hard she choked on Fred’s cock with an audible gag.
Fred laughed, holding Hermione’s chin as he took over thrusting into her mouth, stopping just short of her esophagus. “Don’t tell the other birds that. They’ll get jealous.”
“That would be the day,” his twin replied. “Eh, Forge, after a bit, why don’t we try some Double Trouble?”
“Great minds think alike,” Fred said with a groan as Hermione instinctively swallowed around his tip. He reached forward to run his fingers along Hermione’s spine before burying his fingers into her hair.
George rammed into her from behind for several more minutes before finally saying, “I’ll anchor.”
Hermione didn’t know what that meant, but Fred did. He stopped fucking her mouth and pulled his cock free, a line of saliva connecting his cock and her tongue for a moment before breaking. She was curious and wanted to ask what was about to happen or what they were thinking. But she decided to let them lead.
“Have you had a cock in your arse yet, Mione?” George asked, pulling out of her pussy and maneuvering them so he was lying on the cushioned floor, and she straddled him, face to face.
Hermione nodded wordlessly. Her empty pussy clenched at the memory of losing her anal virginity to Draco not five feet away from where she was right now. She was still clenching while George pulled her onto his cock. They both cried out together at the feeling, even though they’d already been fucking a minute ago.
Hermione jumped when she felt gooey fingers pressing around her backdoor.
“Relax, Granger,” Fred’s voice said. “Just preparation.”
She let out a slow breath as he slid his index finger into her arse, knuckle by knuckle, and slowly moved it in and out. George gripped her hips, now glowing purple, giving her shallow thrusts to keep them aroused but not close to finishing. Her arsehole glowed a deep navy-blue color as Fred fit a second finger within her.
She had realized already what ‘Double Trouble’ meant now. They meant to double penetrate her. George in her pussy, Fred in her arse. At the same time. The anticipation was intoxicating. She felt drunk on it.
“I want to feel both of you. Now,” she said, thrusting back on Fred’s fingers.
“This place had turned you into a right minx,” Fred teased. But he did slowly pull his fingers out of her arse and start pressing his lubed-up cock into her back entrance. He moved slowly, the head popping in and then inch by inch sliding through. He took a deep breath when he was fully seated within her, and Hermione felt she was too full to breathe properly.
“Bloody fuck,” the twins groaned together.
“So fucking tight like this,” George groaned. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her flush on his cock with bright pink emanating from their joined parts.
Fred gulped, staring down at where his glowing blue cock was seated within her arse. He swallowed again and began his smooth retreat. He moved carefully, working up to a slow rhythm inside her. George held her still, so Fred could move to his heart’s content.
Fred reached around her to lay his hands flat against her taut tummy, holding her gently as he moved in and out of her.
“Oh Merlin,” Hermione gasped, her hair swinging over her bare chest as she was moved back and forth on Fred’s cock, forcing her to grind down on George’s. Eventually, without having to communicate verbally, Fred and George began lifting her off both cocks, and then thrusting into her together. “OH!” she yelped as she was repeatedly stuffed by their cocks simultaneously.
“Enjoying yourself, eh?” George asked with a wheeze. He grunted each time her pussy swallowed his cock. Fred groaned every time he thrust into her arse.
“Fuck yes!” she exclaimed. Her body bounced between the two of them seamlessly. She supported herself with her hands on George’s chest. But it was needless, as they both had firm grips on her. Feeling a striking heat build within her body, she reached down to frantically flick her clit to help push herself over that edge. Her body bucked wildly as she screamed out her orgasm.
“Holy fuck she just got so much tighter!” George exclaimed. “My turn!” He groaned off-key, surging up into her and cumming hard. He held her down still so Fred could have his way with her arse.
Fred grit his teeth together, giving five more rough thrusts into her behind before he came, filling her up alongside his brother. He wrapped his entire arms around her waist, holding her against his chest as he panted heavily.
Hermione idly rested her head back on his shoulder and winced as he slowly pulled his cock out of her. Gingerly, she rose on her knees enough for George’s cock to fall out of her. Fred crawled over to the nearest couch, pulling her with him, and gently laid her down on top of it. He sat up against the portion where her head was and peered at her.
“How was Double-Trouble?” he asked her, grinning.
“Fantastic,” George answered, still lying on the floor.
“I was asking Hermione, tosser,” Fred said.
“Fantastic,” Hermione echoed.
“And Light Night?” he asked.
“You should start selling these,” she said. “You can market them to sex shops everywhere if there’s a market of them in the wizarding world.”
“Where there’s sex clubs, there’s sex stores,” George said, voice sounding sluggish.
“And we’re setting up a new Adults Only section at the shop,” Fred said. “Card games, photos, magazines, charmed cameras, and now these taffeys.”
“And whatever else you ingenious devious lot come up with,” Hermione added.
“You know us so well,” Fred said. “All hail Light Night.”