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Wands and Wheezes	By : auntlynnie Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Anti-Litigation Charm: Sadly, I don't own any part of the Harry Potter franchise. Nor do I own any canon characters, locations, or situations. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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After showering and dressing, Hermione and George Flooed over to meet Fred. George quickly changed into more formal attire for their dinner out, and the three walked out into the Alley to find a spot to eat.

"Do you want to go to Finnigan's?" Hermione asked.

"Nah, too noisy. I think I just want a quiet evening. What do you think?" Fred answered.

George thought for a moment. "How about the Pixie Pub?"

Hermione paused, but Fred answered. "Too... busy, and too many students. Maybe the Kappa Korner? You in the mood for sushi?"

Hermione beamed. "Sounds perfect. Let's go."

They walked down Diagon Alley and made the turn into what was formerly called Knockturn Alley. As one of his first acts as Minister of Magic, Kingsley banished all illegal businesses from the area, citing the fact that it was simply too close to where all wizarding Britain did their shopping - including children. Once the illegal businesses left, most - if not all - of the shady shops left, as well. Some remained, such as the apothecary, but they now carried fewer 'questionable' items in stock. This opened up many opportunities for new blood in the district.

Wizards and witches from all over Europe seized the opportunity to open storefronts that had previously been inaccessible to magical Britain. Several new exotic restaurants set up shop, as did a handful of spas and hairdressers. Diagon Alley had truly come into its own, rivaling the shopping districts in other wizarding boroughs around the Continent.

The entire area had been renovated, old buildings destroyed and new buildings constructed. The Gold District was a shining beacon of hope and prosperity in post-war England.

Once seated on comfortable poufs in a quiet corner, they started chatting about the success of Hermione's test flight.

"I can't believe how different it felt!"

"What, you're surprised it was different from those ruddy awful school brooms? Of course it was different! You made your broom. It was bound to be superior to those dreadful things. Your charms skills are incredible."

Hermione blushed, preening under Fred's praise.

"Oh... and she blushes so prettily, doesn't she, Gred?"

George looked appraisingly at his girlfriend and then at his brother. "Yes, she does, Forge."

Their waitress came over, and took their order. When the food was delivered, Hermione goggled. "There's too much food here! We'll never finish it all!"

Fred looked at her for a moment before answering. "Sweetheart, you've been flying for hours. I daresay you're probably hungrier than you realize. For some reason, flying takes a lot out of you. That's why you'll never see a chubby Quidditch player." He finished, winking.

Hermione smiled at him. "All right then, tuck in. What do you want to try first? Oh, there ... try the unagi nigiri. It's amazing."

Fred looked at the smoked eel questioningly. "What's unagi?"

"Fred, really. You were the one to suggest sushi. Aren't you adventurous enough to try something beyond a California Roll?"

"All right. I'll be adventurous, but what's unagi?"

"Try it, first. Here," she said, picking up a piece with her chopsticks and dipping it in a small bowl of soy sauce then offering it to him, "Taste."

Fred shot a slightly panicked look at his twin, who did nothing to save or protect him, and he accepted the morsel. "Oh, well, that's actually quite good," he said, holding a napkin over his mouth as he chewed. He swallowed the bit of food and asked again, "so, what is unagi?"

Hermione looked sheepish - never a good sign - "It's smoked eel."

"What?" Fred yelped. "You fed me eel?"

"Hey! You liked it until I told you what it was! Maybe you shouldn't've asked!" Hermione answered, incensed.

Fred thought for a moment, and sighed. "Maybe you're right. It was tasty, but knowing it was eel was probably more than I could handle. Let's just continue in ignorance. I was more comfortable not knowing." He looked at her plaintively. "Nothing here is dangerous, is it? I read somewhere that some sushi comes from poisonous fish."

Hermione smiled indulgently. "No, this restaurant doesn't even serve puffer fish. Don't worry. Everything is safe."

George had watched the interaction raptly, and murmured to himself, "'Safe' is a relative term, innit?"

Unfortunately, he didn't realize he'd said it aloud, and Hermione turned to him. "My dear George Weasley. Are you afraid of a little sushi?"

George straightened his spine. "Not at all. What's that called?" He asked, pointing at a dish with his chopstick.

Hermione grinned. "That's tuna," she said, sipping on her sake.

Fred gaped. "I get sodding eel, and he gets tuna? Not fair!"

Now, Hermione aimed her grin at Fred, but addressed her comment to George. "Give it a try. I think you'll love it."

George, thinking he was much smarter than his brother, took a piece from the plate and popped it in his mouth. When he started to chew, his eyes widened. As he continued chewing, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his face.

"Anything wrong, George?" Hermione asked sweetly, continuing to sip her sake.

In response, he only shook his head.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her face the picture of innocence.

He shook his head more emphatically.

Fred's visage was absolutely confused by now. "What's wrong?"

Hermione smiled - Fred could have sworn there was a slightly saucy bent to her smile, and she replied simply, "George chose to start with the spicy tuna."

George spluttered a bit, grabbed his cup of sake, and downed it. "You didn't say it was spicy tuna!"

Fred's laughter burst from him as she fell into an uncharacteristic fit of giggles. "Oh, my, I might have had too much sake. I never giggle." She observed, mostly to herself.

They continued eating - Fred and George staying with the more standard selections, and Hermione eating with a more adventurous spirit. All three drank plenty of sake - the boys didn't respect it as much as they did Firewhisky, and so they overindulged. Hermione wasn't much of a drinker, so it wasn't long before she was tipsy.

Emboldened by her infusion of liquid courage, Hermione started asking questions that had been running in her mind since waking up sandwiched between the twins - questions to which she would normally never give voice.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked, to neither brother in particular.

George answered, "Of course. You can ask us anything, love."

Hermione nibbled on her lip, unsure as to how her question will be received. "Um... have you two ever... touched each other?"

Both brothers spluttered a bit, before Fred found his voice and answered. "Why would we do that? We're identical. Our ... equipment is the same."

"Well, yeah, of course, but... isn't the feel of someone else's hand infinitely better -"

"Of course it is, Hermione, but -"

"Besides, you didn't deny it. You only pointed out you're identical. In fact, you didn't answer my question at all."

Fred and George shot desperate looks at each other from across the table, but Hermione ploughed along in her tipsy haze. "I mean, since you're identical, it's more like masturbation than homoerotic."

"Hermione, have you been wondering about this for a while? You seem to have made your arguments for it already." George asked, leading her to answer.

Now it was Hermione's chance to blush deeply. "Yes, I've been thinking it ever since I woke up between you." Her response was barely more than a whisper.

"Is there anything else you've wondered, Hermione?" Fred prodded.

If possible, her blush deepened. "Yes." Her response was barely more than an exhalation.

"What?" He asked, in a tone just as soft as hers, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.

"Have you..." she paused, not sure if she could ask the question. Deciding to push her boundaries, riding on an alcohol-induced wave of bravery - albeit a very small wave - she forged ahead. "Have you... have you ever shared a witch?"

Fred and George shot yet another look at each other, unsure if she would be able to accept their answer. George decided to answer with a question of his own.

"Would that be something that'd interest you, love?" he asked, gently.

Hermione just ducked her head, squirming ever-so-slightly, and closed her eyes. "I... I don't know. I'm sorry. Can we... can we just change the topic? I can't believe I even asked."

The men shared one more glance with each other, and complied with her plea. The rest of the evening was spent discussing her broom and what she planned to do with it.

"Come on, Hermione, of course there's a market for this kind of broom!"

"For whom? Malfoy? Who else could afford a custom-made broom? People like him don't want my broom, anyway. They want brooms built for speed and agility, not safety."

"Maybe Draco Malfoy doesn't want a broom like this for himself, but what about his kid? You could market it to wealthy parents of children who are too big for toy brooms, but not yet ready for a fully featured model - one keyed to the kid's magic, so he can't fall off, right? The market might be small, but it's there, and I think there'd be plenty of witches who'd rather their precious babies have the safest broom possible to learn on."

Hermione gaped at Fred. "What makes you think any of them would want a broom made by me?"

"Oh, Hermione, they already buy their wands from you - and that's, like, the absolute utmost symbol of wizardry. Why wouldn't they buy their specialty brooms from you? Hell, you could charge an incredibly exorbitant amount of money, then limit the number of brooms you sell per year. They'll be positively gagging for Granger brooms! And, if it becomes to be too much, you could sell your designs to a broom manufacturer for a very healthy profit."

"I'll think about it." She answered, deep in thought. All previous topics of discussion slipped from her conscious thoughts. They paid the bill, and Fred dropped George and Hermione off at her shop, walking the rest of the way to WWW alone.

~*°*~

Hermione led George through her empty shop up to her flat. They walked in a tense silence that had settled in as soon as they had parted company from Fred.

They sat in the lounge, and George reached out to hold Hermione's hand. "Do you have any ideas for our September holiday?"

"What September holiday?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I figure that since we're both insanely busy these last few weeks of August, and your birthday is in September, we could reward ourselves with a few days off. It could be a combination birthday and start-of-term celebration. What d'you think?"

Hermione had been worried that George would react badly to her improper questions at dinner, but it was obvious that he was fine. She smiled. "I think I would love to go some place warm for a few days."

George returned her smile. "That can be arranged. Do you want sightseeing or do you want to bake on a beach?"

"Baking on a beach sounds marvelous. I haven't had a tan in years!"

"We'll have to get you a new bikini, then, my dear."

"Oh, I don't know... my scars..."

"Let's not get into this argument again, my dear. Your scars do not detract from your beauty... maybe even add a bit more for the bravery they're evidence of."

Hermione looked doubtful.

"Don't believe me?"

She grimaced, saying, "George, no one wants to look at my scars."

"Do you care that I'm missing an ear?"

"What?"

George laughed. "That's my line!"

Hermione laughed reluctantly at the silly joke.

"Really, Hermione, do you care that I'm missing an ear?"

"Of course not! It's not like you had any control over it, and it happened while protecting Harry. It's... it's a badge of honour."

George gave her a pointed look.

"George! It's not the same."

"Of course it is. Did you know that I've had birds break up with me because they hated it when they put their hands in my hair and felt it?"

"No... really? That's awful - it's so shallow!"

George smiled indulgently. "You do see the flaw in your argument, don't you? My scar is acceptable, but yours aren't?"

"Maybe, but mine are easy to cover, where yours isn't."

"I could wear ear muffs..."

"Year ‘round? Hardly!"

"Not really the point, though, is it, love? Do you care what these people - who don't know you and will never see you again - think of you?"

Hermione grimaced at his logic. "No," she answered reluctantly.

"Brilliant, then. Bikini, it is!"

Hermione groaned in acquiescence. George gave her a wide grin. "Did I just win an argument with Hermione Granger?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"I did!" He whooped, jumping up from his seat. He grabbed Hermione's hands and planted a happy kiss on her lips. It began chastely, but soon he stopped celebrating and it quickly became very sensual.

Their tongues danced, tasting each other. His one hand slid around to the back of Hermione's head; the other slid down her spine, pressing her hips to his. Not willing to be passive, Hermione slid one hand up George's chest, rubbing his nipple through his shirt. Her other hand traveled down, and she cupped his bum, squeezing it firmly. She rocked her hips against him, and he moaned his pleasure.

They undressed each other and settled back onto the divan. To George's surprise, Hermione pressed him back, straddling him. She sat low on his hips, pressing his hard cock between his belly and her hot, wet cunt. She rocked her hips slowly, to a rhythm only she could hear. She began stroking his chest, paying attention to his nipples as she leaned forward to kiss him once more. The change in pressure on his cock made him gasp just before she took possession of his mouth again.

When they broke the kiss, he cried out, "Hermione!"

Hermione smiled as she slid forward and George groaned as he felt her wet cunt slide up his length. She let out a slight moan as her entrance finally pressed against the tip of his cock. Then, in a surprise move that took his breath away, she rolled her hips and he was deep inside her wet heat.

"Mmmm... George... so good."

"Oh God, Hermione!"

She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest, and started to ride him at a torturously slow pace. George held her hips, watching where their bodies were joined, entranced, as she sunk down onto him again and again. He reached up, grasping her breasts. When he tweaked her nipples, she gasped in pleasure.

She leaned forward to grasp the arm of the divan; the new angle drew a moan from both of them.

"Fuck! George! Ngh..." Hermione bit her lower lip, speeding up her pace while still trying to hold on to her last thread of control.

George opened his mouth and began to suckle on the nipple dancing in front of his face whilst continuing to tweak the other.

After a few moments, he snaked his hand between them, rubbing her clit. This pushed Hermione over the edge, and she shouted her orgasm. George rode out her climax, gritting his teeth. When she relaxed, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her willing heat. The sudden change in pace was intoxicating, and Hermione arched back, bracing her hands on his thighs, each stroke of his cock stimulating her G-spot. He felt her cunt begin to contract.

"Oh, George, I'm... I'm coming again."

"Yes, love. Come with me!" George said, tense with need. He moved one hand from her hip and mashed his thumb on her clit in a circular motion.

The additional stimulus was all she needed, and her walls clamped down on his member. They both shouted their orgasm, and Hermione slumped onto his chest, panting, keeping his softening prick fully embedded in her sheath.

"God, why haven't we tried that before?"

"Well, you were a little shy of doing anything in front of the Floo ever since..."

Hermione tensed up, "Did we close the Floo?"

George chuckled, stroking her back. "Yes, duck. I closed it, and even warded it, just to be safe."

"Thank you." She sighed in relief.

"Of course. It was my pleasure. Really." He answered, waggling his eyebrows, even though Hermione was currently nuzzling his chest.

She chuckled in reply. "Mine, too." She said, kissing his sternum.

"Hermione?"

"Mmm?" She answered, satisfaction still flowing through her body.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

"My birthday?"

He chuckled. He loved when she was slightly befuddled after sex. "Yes, your birthday. It's in less than three weeks, and rather than bollix it up, I figured I'd ask you."

"Hm. Novel idea. You know, Harry always either gives me a book or a gift token to Flourish and Blotts, and Ron always gives me candy of some sort. Ginny usually gives me clothes."

"They - all three of them - give you the same thing every year?" He asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. It's fine - I like books, and candy, and my wardrobe could always use a refreshing."

"I get that, but -!"

She sighed, turning her head to rest her chin on his breastbone. Looking into his eyes, she asked, "Do you really want to talk about Harry, Ron, and Ginny now?" She rolled her hips to punctuate the end of her question, and he felt his cock beginning to show new signs of life.

"Minx! You still haven't answered my question."

Hermione stilled. She turned her head again, facing the back of the couch. "I don't know how."

George's face filled with concern. He reached up to grasp her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's something... but I'm afraid of your answer... your reaction."

"Hermione, there's nothing in my power to give that I would deny you."

She bit her lip, trying to find the words.

George felt desperate. "Tell me, please. Tell me what you want for your birthday."

She gulped, squeezing her hands tightly into white-knuckled fists until they hurt. "Your brother... I want Fred for my birthday."

~*°*~

Continued thanks to my beta, UnseenLibrarian.

This story was originally started as part of the Granger Enchanted 2009 Christmas Challenge. The original prompt was "Tell me," he pleaded. "Tell me what you want for Christmas." She gulped, squeezing her hands together until they hurt. "Your brother... I want (Weasley Brother) for Christmas." It's obviously FAR past the date for that exchange, so I've changed the dialogue to be a birthday request.

I named a Japanese restaurant "Kappa Korner" because the Kappa is a Japanese magical beast:

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, page 23:

M.O.M. Classification: XXXX

The Kappa is a Japanese water demon that inhabits shallow ponds and rivers. Often said to look like a monkey with fish scales instead of fur, it has a hollow in the top of its head in which it carries water.

The Kappa feeds on human blood but may be persuaded not to harm a person if it is thrown a cucumber with that person’s name carved into it. In confrontation, a wizard should trick the Kappa into bowing – if it does so, the water in the hollow of its head will run out, depriving it of all its strength.
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