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Moondance	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 5342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When I started re loading stories, I realized I had started with my newest stories first. This is actually the very first fiction I'd written and it's a bit.....rough. I had discovered fanfiction and fallen in love with it and after several months of reading I decided to give it a try. I'd always enjoyed writing when I was in school. So this was my first ever attempt at fanfiction. Be gentle. I hadn't written anything since the early 80's, when I was in High School. It's taken a minute for all those grammar and punctuation rules to come back to me.

"But Hermione" Ron whined from his seat in the cab, "I don't want to go in there, it's scary."

Hermione sighed deeply and turned to look at Ron. "I know it's scary, Ron, but we don't have a choice. Professor Dumbledore told us that as visiting Supernaturals in the States it is our responsibility to check in with the Area Sheriff's. We are in Area 5 and the Sheriff," she indicated to the building with her head, "is in there."

All six heads in the cab turned to look at the bar. A red neon sign flashed "Fangtasia". A crowd was forming outside. They stared at the people dressed in leather, biker gear and Goth costumes.

"Harry?" Ron asked shakily.

The boy with the dark hair and glasses simply shrugged his shoulders, "Seems like we have no choice mate."

"Come on little brother." Two voices in tandem called from the back seat, "It looks like fun." Fred said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

Ron turned to look at his twin brothers, sitting relaxed in the backseat, Luna sandwiched between them, each one had an arm draped casually over her shoulder. "Luna thinks it looks like fun" George said, "Don't you Luna?"

"Oh yes." Luna said in her dreamy voice, "I think it looks very exciting". The twins smiled back at Ron in encouragement.

"Chaperones." Ron huffed. "You two are meant to be chaperones for us and you think entering a Vampire Bar will be fun?"

Fred and George laughed at their frightened little brother. Fred reached out and started to open the van door. "Well, let's get going, no reason to just sit here. Vampires await".

Pam watched from her position at the door as the six extricated themselves from the van. Her skin tingled from the magic radiating from them. "Ahhhh," she thought, they must be the Witches and Wizards her Master had mentioned. She smiled to herself as they cautiously approached the bar, trying to look everywhere and at everything at once.

Ron gulped loudly as he realized the blonde Vampire at the door was staring directly at him. When she motioned him to "come", he groaned and clutched at Harry's arm. "Uhm Harry", he said, pointing towards Pam, "that woman just motioned for us.”

They all turned to look. Hermione took a deep breath. "Well then, we should go, shouldn't we?"

They walked to the front of the line and approached Pam. She stared at them, stopping when she reached Harry. She reached out her cool hand and brushed the dark hair from his forehead, revealing the lightening scar. "The Boy who Lived.” She snorted. Hermione stepped forward and offered her hand. Pam just stared. Hermione nervously lowered her hand and cleared her throat, "Hello, we are from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Dumbledore told us that we would need to check in with Sheriff Eric Northman when we arrived."

"Yes." Pam's voice reeked of contempt, "Dumbledore spoke with the Master regarding your visit. You may enter." She turned and lifted the red velvet rope, stepping aside for them to pass. As Luna passed by, Pam reached out and stopped her. She stared at Luna's blonde hair, clear blue eyes, her white dress and unusual accessories. She sniffed the air and caught a heavenly scent. "Eric's type" she thought wryly, "This should be an interesting night."

"Go on." she said, releasing Luna's arm.

Eric was bored. It seemed to him he was always bored. Nothing was ever new. Nothing was ever exciting. But, what did he expect after a thousand years? The phrase "Been there, done that"? Yep. That was him. He watched as a big breasted, overly made up, half naked fang banger approached him. She reached up groping at his legs, even going so far as to brush her hands against his groin. "Feed from me Master. I beg of you". He grabbed both of her wrists with one large hand, flinging her away from his throne. "Get away from me" he growled. Sighing, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "I swear if this continues, I'll lose my appetite." He thought with disgust.

The six young Witches and Wizards cautiously entered the bar. Hermione looked around. "We're meant to talk with Eric, but how do we find Eric?"

Fred tapped her on the shoulder and pointed. She followed his finger to the front of the bar. There sitting in casual elegance was a huge beautiful blonde Vampire. He slouched on his throne, his posture both powerful and bored. Hermione stared at him. She took in the black jeans, black tank top and flip flops. "Nooo," she said, shaking her head, "he can't be the Sheriff. He's wearing flip flop sandals."

Fred stared at her. He stared back at Eric and the throne. He shook his head muttering "flip flops" as he grabbed Hermione's arm and propelled her towards Eric.

Eric watched at the group of six approached his throne. "These must be the visitor's from Hogwarts." He thought. He had fairly a good working relationship with Professor Dumbledore and had assured the Professor that he would not allow the students to be drained or killed while in his Area. Tasted, he could not promise, but he would not allow any draining of visiting foreigners. Eric chuckled wryly to himself,"That would be, poor politics." He straightened slightly in his seat as they approached.

They moved forward cautiously, whispering among themselves, no one wanted to be the first to approach the throne. Finally, Harry stepped to the front. "Sheriff Northman?" he asked nervously.

"I am Eric".

"We are" he indicated to his friends around him, "from Hog....."

"Hogwarts. Yes I know." Eric interrupted him, "You are Harry Potter. The Boy who Lived."

"Yes, sir." nodded Harry.

"Well Harry, welcome to Louisiana and to Fangtasia. The Vampire community has heard of you of course, but frankly, I don't really care. Voldermort was a pussy in my opinion.”

Ron gasped at the sound of Voldermort's name and the audacity to call him a pussy? "Who is this guy?" He wondered.

Eric continued, ignoring Ron, "But it seems the Wizarding community, and in turn the Supernatural community, does owe you gratitude and fealty. You are welcome in my Area as long as you chose to stay. Now will you be sta…"

"You're very beautiful." a clear high voice interrupted Eric. His eyes snapped up. Someone had interrupted him? No one dared to interrupt him. "What did you say?" he growled.

Luna stepped forward. 'I said, You're very beautiful. May I touch you?" Her question hung in the air. Eric stared. She was very petite, hair so blond it was translucent, blue eyes that rivaled his own. As small as she was, she was still all female; he let his gaze travel from the top of her head to her feet. Her appearance astounded him, he was so used to the black and red leather "fangbanger" look. Here stood before him a vision of purity and innocence. She wore a simple sun dress that left her pale shoulders bare and what was that hanging from her ears? Radishes? Eric shook his head, radish earrings? Now I have seen everything. He sniffed the air. She smelled heavenly. In all honesty, Eric had never tasted a Witch before, he generally found their scent off putting, but this one was different. He realized that he had been staring silently at her for some time. He was rattled, and Eric Northman was never rattled. He suddenly realized that he wanted nothing more then for this girl to touch him.

"You may" he said softly.

Luna's companions stared at her in shock and horror as she slowly made her way up to the podium. She quietly approached the Vampire sitting on the throne, her hand stretched out. She placed her hand gently on his muscular bicep. Her tiny hands were like the kiss of a butterfly's wings on his arm, her touch was so soft. He closed his eyes and stifled a moan. His fangs slid out just slightly, her touch was like nothing he had experienced in a very, very long time. Opened his eyes, he looked deeply into her eyes, silently encouraging her to explore further. "Keep touching" his eyes begged. She stared back at him as she slowly slid her hand down his arm, to his forearm, slightly tugging at the hairs there. She traced her path back up his arm, stepping behind his throne. Leaning over, she placed both hands lightly on his shoulders and began to rub. Eric fought to maintain a stoic look on his face, but the truth was, her touch was driving him crazy. Suddenly he felt something buzzing about his face and head. It was like a mosquito or a gnat. He looked towards the others. Fucking Witches. There it was, the brown haired girl was moving her wand at her side, whispering. He placed his hand on one of the small hands touching his shoulder. He glared at the Witch and said "Stop it" with all his authority.

Luna stopped moving her hand, but she did not take it away. She opened her eyes to see what was happening, so lost had she been in Eric's cool skin. Hermione continued to twitch her wand and whisper. She had not realized Eric had spoken to her.

"I SAID STOP" Eric roared.

Hermione's eyes flew open and she squeaked, "Stop what?" trying desperately to appear innocent.

Eric lowered his voice "that silly charm you are trying to perform. It's annoying. It feels like mosquitoes buzzing around my head. Knock it off."

"But, you've glamored her/" Hermione croaked. "She's glamored and I was just trying to set her right again.”

Ron and Harry stared at each other. Glamored? What the hell was that?

Eric stared at Hermione for a very long time. "She's not glamored." he said softly. Without looking at her, he reached back and removed Luna's hand from his shoulder, gently kissing the inside of her palm and her wrist. "Go back to your friends." he whispered to Luna. Luna turned smiling to Hermione, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes flashed.

"Oh Hermione," she said in her dreamy voice, "he was just so beautiful; I just had to touch him. I'm fine."

Eric continued to stare at Hermione. Without changing his gaze he said "Pam. I want you to get someone else to cover the door this evening. These are our special guests and I want you to personally see to it that they receive VIP treatment". The group jumped as they realized Pam was standing directly behind them.

"How did she do that?" Ron whined looking around.

Pam stared at Eric. "As you wish, Master" she hissed. Eric rolled his eyes. "Why?" he asked himself "is my child so insubordinate?"

"Come with me." Pam said, motioning for group to follow her. Hermione rushed up the stairs and grabbed Luna's hand, staring at Eric as if he might strike at them like a viper. She led Luna away to join the others. Eric watched the translucent beauty walk away from him. He chuckled. He could smell her interest and taste her excitement. Now all he would have to do is wait for Pam to capture the attention of her companions.

He listened in as the brown haired girl, Hermione, berated her friend for her behavior with him. "What were you thinking?"' She demanded "He's a Vampire! He could have hurt you!"

Luna stared at her friend, "He wouldn't hurt me." She said simply.

"How do you know?" huffed Hermione.

Luna stared back at Eric, who was now greeting other tourists. "I just know. That's all".

Hermione started to protest, when she was rudely grabbed from behind by Fred and George. Each grabbing a arm and propelling her towards the table.

"Drop it." Fred told her.

But she was…touching him" Hermione squealed in a shocked voice.

"So?" said George, staring directly into Hermione's eyes. "So, she was touching him. He wasn't hurting her and she looked pretty pleased, if I do say so myself."

But, but, but…It's Luna!" Hermione sputtered.

"So?' said both Fred and George.

"Hermione. Let it go. Look we have just been invited as the special guests of a very important Vampire. Let's sit back and enjoy it." Fred looked at her, pleading.

Hermione looked desperately around. Ron, Harry surely they would be one her side. Harry merely shook his head at her. "I agree with Fred and George, Hermione. I think it's none of your business. Drop it and let's enjoy ourselves."

Hermione slid into the booth. Her anger and dissatisfaction clear on her face.

This is my Master's private booth. All drinks and any merchandise you would like are on the house. Enjoy." Pam purred, running her fingernail down the side of Ron's face. She snapped a finger and a waiter appeared with a tray of drinks. The drinks were blood red and in tall glasses with an umbrella. "This," Pam said, indicating to the drinks "is one of our signature drinks. We call it a Bloody Hurricane. Many humans seem to enjoy it." Six hands eagerly reached for the drinks.

"There's not, uhmm, you know…real…in it?" Ron asked nervously.

Pam chortled, "Oh no, you dear boy. Merely an assortment of liquors and fruit juices.”

They all tasted the drink. It was strong. Fred looked around, saw a waiter and grabbed another drink. He placed it in front of Hermione. Hermione sucked down her first drink and reached for the other, muttering angrily under her breath. George and Fred nodded at each other over the table.

"You know. I really can't believe…" Hermione started complaining again. Fred and George leaped from their seats and each extended a hand to Luna, "Come on Love. Care to have a look at the merchandise?" Fred asked as Luna place her hand in his.

"Love to." Luna giggled as she skipped off with Fred. George spun around in a circle, grabbed another Bloody Hurricane from the nearest waiter and placed it in front of Hermione.

"Please Hermione." He begged. "Try to have fun".

Fred, George and Luna headed toward the T-shirt counter. "Thanks, guys." She said, squeezing their hands. "I don't know why Hermione is so worried about me."

"Well, she doesn't know you like we know you, now does she?" Fred said, winking at Luna.

"That's true." George added, squeezing her hand back.

Luna giggled. No, Hermione didn't know her very well. But that was okay. There were things about her that maybe Hermione didn't need to know. She smiled up at the Weasley Twins, "I love you guys".

"We know you do." The twins chorused together. They were laughing when the reached the counter. The three of them began exploring t-shirts, holding them up experimentally to each other.

"This one is my personal favorite." a voice said behind them. Eric was there, holding a red t-shirt. He was so tall that Luna barely reached his waist. "You should take this one.”

Luna turned to face him. Again she was stunned by his beauty. Eric held his hand out to her, all the while staring in her eyes. "Would you like to be alone with me?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper.

Luna stared at Eric's hand for a moment. She reached out and placed her tiny warm hand into his large cool one, "Yes. I would like that very much."

Eric turned and nodded to the twins, 'If you will excuse us."

Fred and George stared at each other. They knew someone had to say it, had to ask…Fred's hand flashed out and grabbed Eric's arm. Eric fought to control his natural instincts at being grabbed. It took all his resolve to resist whirling around and grabbing Fred by the throat. He stared, saying nothing, not trusting himself to speak.

Fred looked up at the powerful Vampire. "You not going to hurt her, are you Mate? It's just that, Luna is very special. We couldn't stand by and see her be hurt. You know?" George nodded his head in agreement.

Eric leaned over and placed his mouth directly to Fred's ear. "Trust me." He whispered. In truth, Eric knew he was taking as much of a chance with Luna as she was with him. Her wand was tucked behind her ear, and depending on her skill as a witch she could be a formidable opponent for him. He might be a powerful Vampire, but a full body bind curse worked just as well on him as anyone.

Eric led Luna by the hand to a door marked "Authorized Personnel Only". He held the door open, revealing his office. "So your name is 'Luna?" He asked.

She nodded, smiling up at him.

"Luna." he said it again slowly "I love it. I traded the Sun for the Moon and the Stars." Eric leaned gracefully against the edge of his desk, his long legs stretching out in front of him. "Your friends really seem to care about you."

"Yes. They do. I used to not have any friends. I was very lonely. It's wonderful to have people who care about you and who you can care for."

"Is one of them your lover" Eric asked mischievously. He was sure she was a virgin. He wanted to see how rattled she became by his question.

"They both are," Luna replied, no hint of embarrassment or shock in her voice, "actually, they were my first."

Now it was Eric's turn to be rattled. He couldn't believe his ears. This little girl had shocked him again. What did she mean by "they"? He had to know. "They?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."

"Yes. Fred and George. We all made love together once. I had never had sex before. It was quite lovely really."

Eric stared at her. He truly could not believe his ears. So, not only was she NOT a virgin, she had lost her virginity in a ménage trois. Who does that?

"Have you had many lovers?" Eric asked.

"A few. I like sex. It's fun." Luna said bluntly, "How old are you?" she asked, turning to face Eric.

Eric pulled her against him and begin to massage her shoulders "Oh, around a 1000, give or take a few decades." He said, lifting her hair from her neck and allowing his fingers to play at the nape of her neck.

"No." Luna shook her head, "I meant how old were you when you became a Vampire?"

Eric hands stopped moving. "I'm not really sure. We didn't keep track of ages and years in the same manner when I was a human. If I would have to guess, I would say late 20's, early 30's maybe?" He gently kissed the back of her neck, "Too old or too young?" he whispered into her skin.

Luna turned around and gazed up at him with her amazing blue eyes, "Does it matter?".

"I guess not." Eric whispered as he lowered his head and gently kissed the sides of Luna's face. Eric was quickly becoming aroused. His erection pressed hard against his jeans. He wanted this girl underneath him. With a fangbanger, he would have already had her over his desk, fucking and feeding. But this girl was different. So ethereal, so...special. He wanted to take his time. Exploring and being explored. And he had just the place to make this happen.

"Would you like to come downstairs with me?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

"What's downstairs?" Luna asked coyly.

Eric stared intently in her eyes. "A bed."

Fred and George made their way back across the bar to the table. They could see that Hermione was still fuming, but also showing definite signs of intoxication.

"What do ya' think George?" Fred turned to his brother, "Should we take the pouting Ms. Granger into our own hands?"

George grinned back at his twin, "You read my mind."

Hermione looked frantically around as the twins approached the booth. She looked up at Fred as he stepped over her on the booth to position himself on her right side, George slid in close on her left.

"Where is Luna!" she demanded.

"Shagging the big blonde Vampire. Lucky bint." Fred said, easing his arm across Hermione's shoulders.

"Lucky her?" George laughed, "Lucky him.” Fred and George smiled at each other over Hermione's head.

Hermione slammed her drink on the table, spilling quite a bit of it in the process. The twins could tell she was working up quite a head of steam.

George gazed down at her smiling. He placed his index finger on the bare skin of her knee. Hermione stiffened a little at his touch. "Now Hermione", he leaned in, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear. She turned her head slightly in an attempt to look at him. She felt another hand lightly touching her right thigh, her head flipped around to stare at Fred.

"We think", Fred whispered, lightly moving his finger tips on her thigh, "that if you got a little snogging of your own.........."

She gasped as George ran his one finger further up her right thigh, "…...you wouldn't be so worried about the shagging other people are doing."

Hermione's eyes flew open as she felt the twins hands on her thighs. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "Stop it." She squirmed tryingto get away from the twins hands but they held her firmly.

"Hermione." Fred leaned in, his whispered breath caressing her ear, "Relax. Let us make you feel really good."

She felt a hand, she didn't know whose anymore, stop just below the leg of her knickers. One finger reached up and lazily, oh so lightly, brushed the cotton covering her...OMG, Hermione's body stiffened again. She blinked her eyes. It did feel sooooo good. Heat rushed to her center. She arched her back aching to feel more. But..."No" she couldn't do this. Not in public.

Once again she tried to squirm away from the twins fingers, "No. They can see" she cried hopelessly, looking around the bar.

Fred and George snickered. "Hermione. This is a virtual Sodom and Gomorrah in here. Look around you." Fred said, indicating with his free hand. His other hand remained occupied beneath the table, his finger making feather light circles over Hermione's panties. He could feel how wet she was becoming through the material.

Hermione glanced up. She had to admit they were right. On a raised platform a naked women was gyrating above the crowd. She looked to the other side of the room, and saw a man leaning against the wall, his head thrown back in ecstasy as another man's head worked frantically between his legs. At another table a couple was locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately.

"Besides Hermione," George whispered, nuzzling her neck, his vibrating voice tickling her neck, "they don't have to see. They are Vampires. They can smell how wet you are." With that, the tip of another finger slowly slipped under the leg of her nickers, brushing across the soft hair between her thighs. She struggled to suppress a moan.

Harry had been watching all this with a certain amount of bemusement. Luna had confided in him about the Twins and their talented fingers. He chuckled to himself, maybe a good orgasm WOULD loosen Hermione up, she certainly needed it, but he's wasn't sure if he wanted to watch it happen. He looked over at Ron. He seemed to be having a deep and meaningful conversation about the Shrieking Shack with Pam's breasts.

Harry laughed to himself, "Guys. Hey guys."

Fred and George raised their heads. Hermione's head stayed thrown back, resting against the booth.

"I'm gonna wander around for a bit" he said.

"Don't want to stay and watch?" George teased.

"Maybe next time." Harry said as he stepped away from the table, laughing.

Harry wandered around the bar, looking here and there. It didn't bother him that everyone seemed to be getting a shag but him. He loved Ginny. Simple as that. She hadn't been able to make the trip to the States with them and he missed her. Actually it was nice not being the center of attention for a change. No one seemed to care about his scar and no one cared that he was "The Boy who Lived". It was refreshing for a change. This anonymity. He approached the bar, hoping to find a seat. He glanced at a couple sitting at the bar. The man was large and had a warm and gentle face. The girl had flaming red hair that reminded him of Ginny. As he stared at them, he realized that the man was smiling and motioning to him. He walked over to them.

"Hi" the man said, smiling and holding out his hand, "I'm Hoyt and this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”

"Hi." Jessica smiled, with a little wave of her hand. Their accents sounded funny to Harry ears. "We saw you sitting at Eric's table." She continued "Are you someone important?”

"You know Eric?" Harry asked.

"Uh huh." Jessica nodded, "I stayed with Pam and him after I was first turned."

"Turned?" Harry puzzled, then it hit him "Oh. Turned! You're a Vampire."

"Sure am" Jessica said, "but not for long, I'm not even a year old yet. You sure talk funny. Where are you from?"

Harry laughed, "And I was just thinking the same about you. I'm from Surrey." Jessica and Hoyt stared at him in confusion. “South of London?" he explained. "My name is Harry Potter."

"Oh." Hoyt and Jessica said together. "So how do you know Eric?" Jessica asked again.

"I don't really." Harry explained. "I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are visiting in the area and are considered "Supernaturals". So we were required to check in with Eric upon our arrival."

"You're a Wizard!" exclaimed Jessica "That is soooo cool."

Hoyt glanced over at Eric's table. "So where is Eric?" he asked.

Harry chuckled, "Well he seemed to take a fancy to one of my friends, Luna." He glanced around, "She went off with him, but I don't know where they went."

Jessica and Hoyt exchanged a knowing look. "Is she blonde?" Jessica asked.

"Blue-eyed?" added Hoyt.

"Petite?" threw in Jessica.

"Kinda innocent like?" asked Hoyt.

Harry stared at them, "All of those things. How did you know?"

"Eric's type." They said in unison. They looked at each other and laughed. "She's with Eric in his private love den. You won't see her for a while." said Jessica.

"He won't treat her badly, will he?" asked Harry.

"No," said Jessica, shaking her head. "Eric's a bad ass, no doubt about that. But he's got a weakness for tiny, innocent blondes. From what I hear, he treats them real special and gentle like."

Hoyt nodded his head in agreement. He glanced back at Eric's table. "Well it looks like your friends are, uhmmm, occupied" he said, blushing. "Would you care to join us?"

Harry smiled broadly, "Thank you. I'd really like that."

Hermione didn't know what to do. There were too many fingers teasing her between her legs. She was trying desperately not to moan or jerk around. Fred turned her head towards him and lightly pressed his lips to hers, his tongue touched hers in an intoxicating kiss. A finger played lightly at her opening. It was driving her mad with desire. She moaned against Fred's lips.

"Do you want us to go on Hermione, or do you want us to stop?" George teased at her ear. She nodded her head vigorously. She was past the point of no return. They had to go on, they just had to.

The teasing finger stopped and a warm hand cupped her pussy through her panties. She bucked her hips in frustration.

"Oh no Hermione" George whispered, "It's not that easy. You have to tell us what to do."

Hermione blushed, she didn't know what to say. She shook her head. "Come on Hermione" Fred teased again, "Do you want us to rub your pussy?" At the sound of his words a wave a heat hit her, causing her vagina to contract. George felt it and smiled "Do you want us to make you cum?" he purred, feeling her spasm again. "Then say it, Hermione. Say it and we will make you feel so good".

"Please" Hermione said in a gaspy whisper. "Please make me cum."

The twins each grabbed a side of her knickers. "Raise your bum a little, Hermione" Fred said quietly. She did and they slowly lowered her panties. George raised her skirt to above her waist and Fred expertly removed her knickers and casually tossed them on the table. Hermione stared at them, sitting in the middle of the table for everyone to see, but she just didn't care anymore.

"You are so wet, Hermione" one of the twins whispered. Fred, George, Forge. Hermione didn't know anymore, nor did she care. One finger slowly rubbed her clit, while another gently entered her. One twin was kissing her mouth, while another drew circles on her neck with his tongue. She reached out to rub Fred's erection through his jeans "Oh, no, no, no" a hand captured her wrist. "We'll have none of that.” She stared at him in confusion. "This is about you Hermione. All for you. Just place your hands here." Fred gently placed her hands side by side on the table, "and just enjoy the feeling."

Fingers rubbed in and out of her pussy, played at her clit. She kissed one twin then the other. She wondered vaguely what Ron and Pam where doing, but quickly realized she couldn't think. All she could do was feel these amazing sensations. And Merlin's Beard it felt sooo good. George stopped kissing her and leaned back to look at her. Her lips were parted and she was struggling not to pant. He was smiling to himself when he noticed him. A beautiful Vampire standing near their table, staring intently, his fangs lowered.

"Hermione" he whispered, "Open your eyes.” She slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes glassy. "Look" he said. "Look at him.” Hermione opened her eyes and saw the Vampire. The lust showed clearly in his eyes. His jeans strained against an enormous erection. He was stunningly beautiful. He licked his fangs and rubbed his erection through his jeans.

"Look at him, Hermione" George whispered. "He wants to fuck you so bad he can't stand it." Fred and George stared at each other as they each felt the muscles in her pussy contract and twitch.

Fred laughed, "You wanton little slut, you like to talk dirty."

Hermione moaned and moved her her hips slightly. The Vampire continued to stand, staring at Hermione. Fred leaned in "He wants to fuck you so bad, he's practically wanking off right there. He's about to burst for you."

"But," George whispered, increasing his pace as he rubbed Hermione's clit. He could tell she was close to orgasm. Fred curled his finger inside of her, sliding his long finger in and out, her juices dripping down his palm. "He can't touch you. Because you are at the Master's table." A moan escaped Hermione's lips, she couldn't hold it back anymore. The Vampire took a step forward. Pam turned her head. She hissed at him. He stopped and took a step back.

Hermione couldn't stand the tension anymore, her body craved release. She could feel it rising up inside of her. She feared she would scream. She turned her head and captured a twins mouth as the waves of pleasure hit her. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, kissing him frantically, moaning into his mouth. Ahhhh, she was cumming, cumming and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Fred could feel her walls contracting on his finger, he slowed his pace and let her ride out her orgasm. George continued to rub her clit slowly, even after she had finished, finally she grabbed his hand and whispered "Stop, stop."

Hermione sat with her eyes closed for a long time. When the muscles in her legs stopped twitching and she felt like she could think again. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the twin.

George smiled at her, "Feeling better?" he asked.
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