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Hermione didn’t know why the twins had invited her to a meeting at WWW, but she was eager to go. She had her own business consulting on spell development and researching things for other businesses, and the twins had asked her to consult a few times before when they had been stuck on something during their creative process. Working with WWW was always good fun.
To be honest, she had been known to knock off a large portion of her fee when working with Fred and George, but her Gringotts ledger always showed the full amount paid, and then some if she tried to give them a discount. She had tried to argue that they deserved the friends and family discount, and they countered saying that they charged Ron 15% more for their products because he was a family member.
Her next move would be to set out a discounted rate but adding a friends and family surtax. Let’s see how they would react to that.
Smiling to herself at the silly ongoing ‘prank’, she pushed the door and crossed the threshold of mayhem on the Alley. The shop was abuzz with customer shopping for the holidays and the twins had gone all out on the displays. Shinny banners announced Christmas themed pranks, a translucent globe hovering over her head demonstrated a miniature version of the New Years Eve fireworks special and all the pygmy puffs near the counter had either elf ears or santa hats.
Lee spotted her near the door and reached her quickly in the crowd. They greeted each other and he pushed her towards the back of the store, in the ‘employees only’ section. Hermione walked towards the lab, but Lee pointed to the stairs leading to the twins’ flat and told her that they had given specific instructions to direct her upstairs. Intrigued, Hermione made her way up and knocked on the door.
She had been in the twins’ flat a few times, either alone or when visiting with Harry and Ginny, but never to discuss business. All of their meetings either happened at her shop or in the twins’ lab/office downstairs. Wondering what this was about, Hermione gave Fred a confused look when he opened the door and ushered her in. She made to move towards the kitchen table, but he took her by the wrist and brought her to the loveseat in the living room instead.
George was already waiting for them. He welcomed her with a hug and gestured to the seat between him and his twin.
“So, do you guys mind telling me what this is about?” she asked nervously when it became obvious the guys wouldn’t talk first. She took out parchment and a quick-notes quill but Goerge took them out of her hand and dropped them to the table.
“You won’t need those for this discussion, Mi,” Fred smirked.
“You are here because we wanted to talk to you about a past experiment you did,” George smiled gently.
“You remember consulting with us on the new ‘blank’ Patented Daydream charm, right?”
“The one without a ready-made scenario?”
“The one that picked the most pressing fantasy the witch,”
“Or wizard,”
“Had at the moment the charm activated,”
“And played it all in their mind?”
“I remember,” Hermione nodded seriously. “Was there a problem? Because you gave me a sample from your test batch after we worked out the arithmancy calculations and…Oh.”
Oh no.
Hermione had implemented rigorous testing practices when she started collaborating with the twins on product development. One of the things she had insisted on was an automatic recording of the effects of the pranks during the testing phase to work out any problem. Those samples were generally anonymous but were numbered and she had been given the first sample out of production when they had finally cracked the correct equation to allow the charm to ‘learn’ from the user.
Something she had forgotten until now.
“Is there any hope you guys did not read the report generated by the use of the charm?” she sighed deeply, embarrassed. She tried to hide her face behind her hands but George took hold of her wrists and pulled them down on her lap.
“When we realised what was happening, we tried to ignore the report, Mi,” George started softly, his fingers still tracing calming circles on the back of her hands.
“That became a little harder to do when we saw our names in the first lines of the script,” Fred’s voice sounded close to her ear. While her focus was on George, he had moved and closed the gap between them.
“I made him wait a whole hour before we caved in,”
“We couldn’t help ourselves, really,”
“The report was two feet long, Mi,”
“Did you dream about us, little dove?”
“Did you have a naughty dream about us?”
“Did you cream your panties thinking about us?”
“Or did you take them off before settling in?”
“Are you thinking about it now?”
“Is your pussy wet, thinking about the two of us with you?”
“And do you want us to do something about it?”
Not able to take the verbal back and forth anymore, especially in close quarters like this, Hermione jumped from the sofa and started pacing the space in front of her. They had been touching her arms, knees and thighs the entire time she had been sitting and she couldn’t concentrate while they were touching her. Fred and George stayed quietly on the couch, lounging back and locking their gaze on her the entire time. They knew they had dropped a bomb on her, and she needed time to process things. However, they were ready to intervene just in case…
“This prank is out of line,” Hermine huffed after a while. She tried to gather her dignity but was stopped in her tracks when Fred grabbed her as she walked past and pulled her down to sit on his lap. His hand gripped her bare thigh and her mind blanked for a second.
“We read the report, little dove,” he whispered before nipping her ear.
“We know you’ve had a detailed, naughty daydream about us fucking you in the lab downstairs,”
“We are not opposed to the location, love,”
“But figured that for this first time, the flat would do,”
“Especially if we want to respect all your safety procedures while potions are brewing,”
“And employees are walking in and out,”
“Wouldn’t want to get interrupted at a critical moment,”
“Or have you in a compromising position in front of others,”
“After all, your fantasy specified that you wanted to be owned,”
“And nobody can touch what’s ours, princess,”
“Or see you when you beg for our cocks,”
“That is our privilege. With your consent, of course,”
“Enthusiastic consent, brother mine,”
“We have standards, after all,”
“So,” they asked together. “What will it be?”
Hermione’s gaze jumped from one twin to the one, back and forth again.
“What is your proposition, exactly?”
“Well, you have been really helpful giving us feedback on products for a while now,” Fred started.
“And we’ve been holding back on making a move on you before knowing how it would be received,” George added.
“But after seeing what your stunning brain came up with in your fantasy,” Fred groaned.
“We realised that we were much more compatible than we had hoped,” George nodded.
“So here’s our pitch. You love a proper application of the scientific method, as you repeatedly told us.”
“So we’re gonna test this chemistry between the three of us,”
“And a few WonderWitch prototypes at the same time,”
“Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak,”
“Or have two wizards claim one witch, if you prefer.”
“I’d much prefer that, brother mine.”
“I thought you’d see things my way, dear Forge.”
“As always. As I was saying, if the test is conclusive,”
“And we fucking hope it will be,”
“Then you agree to a second experiment to validate our findings,”
“We’d love to validate your findings anytime, little dove,”
“Curious, I didn’t intend for that to be an innuendo but it works.”
“What can I say, her magnificent presence inspires me.”
“Same here. Validation, yes, would imply going out with us on a date,”
“To confirm we have chemistry outside of the bedroom,”
“Pretty sure we already know that,”
“But not as a couple,”
“We wouldn’t be a couple, though. A triad?”
“Fine, a triad.”
“And I’m sure we can demonstrate chemistry over any and all surfaces, not only a mattress and some sheets.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Boys!” Hermione interrupted. She normally loved the way the twins talked, completing each other’s sentences, but too much was at stake here for simple miscommunication to ruin everything.
“If I understand everything, you want to have wicked, experimental and kinky sex with me, both of you, and then want to date me?” she tried to clarify.
“Got it in one, little dove,” Fred nipped at her ear.
“As this is the first time we’re doing this, we thought we could play a little around the scenario you enacted in your Patented Daydream,” George commented.
“With a few upgrades,” Fred smirked.
“Well, yes, we have a few gadgets for you to test, or rather for us to test on you,” George grinned.
“And if you are uncomfortable at any time, or wish to stop for any reason, we’ll stop.”
“Immediately,” George added seriously. “We know you fantasised about us taking control, but we’re doing it with your permission. You hold all the power here, Hermione.”
“What he said,” Fred whispered in her hair. He was barely restraining himself, waiting for her ascent to do more than the light touching of her arms, waist and thighs he was doing over her clothes.
“We’ll use the lab colour safety scale while checking in, alright?”
“Do you remember your colours, sweetheart?”
“I do,” Hermione murmured. Everything was happening so fast, but the excitation bubbling inside of her and the dampness spreading in her panties told her how much she wanted this to happen.
“Red?” Fred asked.
“Stop everything, evacuate the area,” she replied.
“Well, maybe not evacuate as we’ll still want to talk and make sure you are alright, but yes to a stop,” George chuckled. “Yellow?”
“Pause to reassess and investigate,” Hermione responded.
“Good girl,” Fred groaned in her hair. “Last one, Mi. Green?”
“Go ahead, everything’s good.”
“So, Hermione, if we were to ask you how you felt about our proposition and the scientific method we plan on using for our experiment, what colour would you choose?” George asked her slowly.
Hermione unwinded Fred’s arms from her waist and stood up from his lap. Turning around to face both men, she slowly pulled her wand from her pocket, not making any sudden movement. Contemplating the best way to convey her intentions, she smirked as an idea sparked in her mind. Pointing the wand at her abdomen, she enunciated clearly the contraceptive charm before charming her robes off of her, leaving her in her heels and a matching set of bra and panties in the middle of Fred and George Weasley’s living room.
“Green,” she breathed, dropping her wand on the table behind her and holding out her hands to the twins on the couch.
After a second of shocked silence, they both jumped to their feet and sandwiched her between them.
“Just to be clear, we can kiss you?” George asked
“Touch you?”
“Play with you?”
“Fuck you?”
“Green all over,” Hermione grinned. “Until specified otherwise, you two have unlimited rights to my body. If I don’t like something, I’ll call for a pause with my colours.”
“Good fucking girl,” Fred growled as he hauled her into him, his mouth descending on hers for their first real kiss.
She had kissed Daydream Fred before, but holy Merlin on a pogostick did the charmed version come short. This kiss was all encompassing, warming her from the smallest toe to the tip of her hair.
The heated chest moulding itself to her back distracted her long enough to realise that George had taken off his robe and shirt. When she tried to look over her shoulder, hands on her hips spun her and another mouth closed on hers. She gasped and George used the opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth, starting slowly but insistently to explore her and play with her tongue.
She relented control immediately and threw her arms around his neck, losing herself in the feeling before another naked chest plastered itself to her back.
Warm hands were travelling up and down the side of her waist, hips and upper thighs. Soft kisses and nips covered the back of her neck and shoulders, but as she tried to push her arse back into Fred’s obvious erection pressing against her lower back, he moved his hips out of reach.
When she tried to trail kisses on George’s neck, she was redirected to his mouth by a firm hand holding the back of her head. She tried to move her arms and caress his back when Fred tsk’d loudly.
“Patience, little dove,” he urged. “If you can’t keep still for us, we’ll need to help you along.”
When she could only moan in response, his grin got wider. He pulled out a little leather disc attached to a chain from his pocket and pulled Hermione’s attention from George.
“Ready for product number one?” he asked.
“What does it do?” she asked, a little breathless already.
Fred showed her how the little metal star attached to the disc, with the faint image of a woman’s body spread over the points of the star. When she nodded, he put the chain around her neck and tapped the disc with his wand. Leather cuffs fixed themselves to her wrists and ankles, and the chain around her neck became a leather choker. With another tap of his wand, her limbs were pulled by the cuffs in a spread position, as if there was a giant star holding her upright.
“Colour, sweetheart?”
“Green,” Hermione smiled.
“Alright. This one doesn’t have a name yet, but basically holds you in a starfish position. We can rotate the ‘star’ in any direction with the tap of a wand,” Fred demonstrated, making her turn in place to face George, then moving her vertically until her face was inches from his crotch and Fred moved in between her spread legs.
“You’ll see it allows easy access to the body, and there’s no tangle of ropes and other apparatus to deal with. When in its inactive form, the disc is very discreet and could be worn by the witch in public without anyone the wiser. It can only be activated by an already pre-programmed magical signature, and the person wearing it has an automatic escape vocal and tactile trigger for safety purposes.
“Very nice,” Hermione commented. She tried to move her head closer to George, but was restrained by the choker.
“Patience,” George chuckled. He tapped the choker with his wand, and flipped the ‘star’ so that Hermione was floating on her back at hip level.
“Focus, little dove. We’re conducting an experiment here,” Fred tutted when he moved back in her field of vision, holding out a jar to George.
“Product number two,” he announced proudly. He untwisted the cap and grabbed a little of the paste, spreading in between his fingers before moving to Hermione’s side. Any explanation was made useless once he moved his fingers over her neck, shoulders and clavicles.
Everywhere he touched her and massaged the paste into her skin, she felt like a dozen tongues were licking and flicking her skin. The feeling just kept building, and he hadn’t touched her under her underwear yet! Her neck had always been quite sensitive, but she knew if he touched her breasts or her pussy with this product she would combust.
As if he heard her thought, Fred smirked before unclasping her bra and vanishing it.
“Just giving Gred here a little more access, that’s all.”
She tried to hold in her reaction while he circled her naked breasts, but as George reached her nipples with both hands she yelped. The acute sensations zapped along her nerves, her tightening nips linked to her clit.
While George went back for more paste, Fred removed her panties and stood between her legs.
“While Georgie is busy with your tits, love, I figured you’re good enough at multitasking to help me out with this,” he smiled, holding out what seemed to be a fake wand.
“Sure. Fake wand?” Hermione panted, before moaning loudly as George added another layer of paste on her chest and down her belly button.
“Not exactly,” he chuckled, before activating the toy.
Oh dear.
It vibrated.
Moving the tip of the wand up and down the inside of her thighs, as if to let her get used to the sensations, Fred adjusted the intensity of the vibration until he seemed satisfied. Then, he held it off her skin, hovering over her soaked core.
“Fred,” she whimpered. “Please. Green. Green, green, green! Please touch me!”
His eyes darkened as he moved the wand down and made contact. “As you wish, little dove.”
She mewled. The vibration shot through her core, reaching deep inside of her. In no time, she was clenching her empty core and humping her hips, trying to get simultaneously closer and escape the vibration. Her efforts didn’t make a difference as Fred followed every movement to maintain a constant pressure on her. When he could feel her about to snap, he moved to her clit and she shrieked.
Her first orgasm tore through her in a flash. Fred’s unmoving wand maintained the vibrating pressure on her clit and George unwavering hands pinched and pulled at her tits, prolonging the pleasure she felt. She tried to shift away from the toy to catch her breath, but every movement was matched by the twins who looked at her with a high degree of mischief.
Before long, she could feel the tension in her belly tightening once more. She was at their mercy and they exploited the opportunity. As she bowed her back and threw her head backwards as she came again, George slid his hand under her and placed a drop of paste at the top of her crack.
Before he had time to massage it in, she shifted away, inadvertently pressing against the still vibrating wand. She cried out and pulled back on George’s finger, spreading the paste all over her arse in the movement.
His chuckles indicated he knew exactly what he was doing.
She tried to glare at him but she was still shaking in pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Her over sensitive clit was starting to hurt and it was a relief when Fred finally pulled the wand away.
She tried to catch her breath but gasped when she saw him holding out the wand towards George so he could coat it with the paste. As if she wasn’t already close to another climax with the paste that had been smeared around her arse?
They moved her vertically so she was facing Fred. She could feel George behind her, kneeling so his face would be at arse-level. As exposed as that made her feel, she couldn’t give a damn about it when she felt his fingers spread her cheeks and circle her rosette.
She would normally give this her full attention, but was distracted when Fred grazed her clit once again with the wand. He had dialled down the intensity but she still jumped away from the contact, spearing herself on George’s finger.
“All good, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Green,” she moaned, pushing back against George as he moved another finger in.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips. He kissed her and moved the wand lower, teasing her folds with the paste and ratcheting up her arousal once again. When she whimpered at the sensation, too intense and not enough at the same time, he shoved the wand up her core and gave her clenching muscles something to grip.
The wand was slender, but the sensation of tongues licking her from the inside, the buzzing against her g-spot and George’s fucking fingers up her arse more than made up for it. She felt George move behind her, his chest pressing against her back while his fingers moved lazily in and out of her still.
His mouth latched on her pulse point and her head fell back against his shoulder. She tried to move but his and Fred’s unoccupied hands held her still as both men sucked and kissed the column of her neck. Her whimpers and moans only grew in frequency as talented fingers plucked and pinched her nipples. Every move was coordinated, so that when the wand withdrew, George’s fingers filled her up. When he moved back, Fred would move the wand again. Their smiles and praise brushed the skin of her chest, back and neck as they left no inch uncovered.
She cried out once more, overwhelmed by all the different types of stimulations. As soon as she peeked, Fred pulled the wand out of her and turned it off, throwing it on the floor. George vanished their trousers and they both pressed against her, their erections weeping against her skin.
“Please,” Hermione pleaded. “I need you, both of you. Green in my pussy, green in my arse, please!”
Not wasting another second, the twins pressed against her until they were balls deep inside her cunt and arse. Still reeling from her last climax, Hermione was sagging against the leather cuffs holding her upright but still tried to wiggle her hips and entice her men to move.
“One more, little dove?” asked George.
She nodded and purred, rolling her head back on his shoulder. Cupping her chin, he angled her head for a heated kiss before pulling back and thrusting back in harder.
She closed her eyes at the sensation but he bit her lips.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he snarled.
On her front, Fred was matching George’s speeding pace. When one would pull out, the other filled her and kept her bouncing between the two brothers. She tried to keep her focus on George but Fred bit her nipple as he tried to get her attention. Her moan and jerking motion made Fred smile against the sensitive skin, as George slapped her arse with a terse admonishment to not let Fred distract her.
Her attention divided between the two of them made it difficult to follow instructions, but she was nothing if not a perfectionist. She didn’t let Fred’s tactics work again and kept her attention on George until he ordered her to come again.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. She was overstimulated, aching and exhausted.
“You promised me one more, little dove. Come for me. Come for us,” he demanded as Fred’s finger inched down between their bodies and pinched her clit.
This time she obeyed, her scream scratching her throat on the way out. She shook and tensed between the twins as they rutted against her, chasing their own climax and finding it in her clenching muscles. They both jerked and thrusted a few more times as they grinded their releases inside her, then moved as a unit.
Fred supported her body while George disengaged the cuffs and star holding her up. She sagged in Fred’s arms as George brought her arms down slowly. A quick cleaning spell later, her body was rid of the sweat, semen and tickling paste that had covered her moments ago. A shower would be better, but she had absolutely no energy left to even consider staying up on her feet.
Fred swung her in his arms and brought her to the bed, depositing her in the middle of the mattress. He sat next to her and pulled the blankets up to cover her legs. George joined them with a tray of pumpkin juice, water and orange slices. Fred massaged her neck, shoulders and arms with a muscle relaxant potion. George took the opportunity to offer her the juice and pieces of fruit while drinking water himself. He floated the other glass on Fred’s bedside table and when Hermione indicated that she didn’t want another piece, he put away the tray on his nightstand.
As both twins cuddled with her under the covers, George pressed a light kiss to her temple.
“The scene is officially over, little dove. How do you feel?”
“Wonderfull,” she replied. Snuggling into her husband’s chest, she pulled her other husband’s arm tight around her waist. “I think you should sell the muscle relaxant with the star medallion, it makes all the difference afterwards. Last time I was sore for the rest of the day, but this time I barely feel anything anymore.”
“That’s great, especially since we went a bit harder at the end,” Fred nuzzled her ear. “Note to self, include a warning on the Thousand-Tongues paste : will drive both partners crazy if used as lube.”
“You only have yourself to blame,” Hermione giggled. “I told you how intense it was, and you made it more potent.”
“I’m blaming the scenario,” George smirked. “Recreating the way we got together, but without all the fumbling and awkward miscommunications was a great idea, love.”
“It happens once in a while,” she smiled sleepily. “The added toys were a nice touch too.”
“Liked them, did you?” Fred laughed.
“Yes I did,” she nodded. “And you have my official approval to add it to the WonderWitch Line.”
“You’re sure?” George asked. “I wanted to tweak the charm on the wand…”
“I’m sure,” Hermione kissed him softly, before turning and kissing Fred too.
“Alright. Goodnight love.”
“Goodnight, our very own Wonder Witch.”
“And don’t you forget it. Goodnight, my loves.”