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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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When Hermione first awoke in the morning, she was momentarily puzzled by her inability to roll out of bed. Then she looked down to the weights flung across her belly and pressing down across her thighs and saw a freckled arm and leg - and felt a hard body pressing against her back. She turned her head and saw George's face, relaxed and almost smiling in his slumber. The sight brought a smile to her lips as she recalled his munificent lovemaking of the night before. She felt a delicious ache between her legs from muscles protesting after such a long period of disuse.
Hermione decided it was time for some reciprocity. She gently rolled George onto his back, careful not to wake him. She drew the covers down below his waist and took a close look at his cock, his morning erection already at half mast. She smiled as she ran her fingers through the neatly trimmed thatch of hair at its base and at the soft moan the action drew out of her wizard.
She revelled in George's masculine form. She wrapped her hand around the base, pumping gently. Once his shaft was completely hard, she wrapped her lips around the head. She suckled it and swiped her tongue over the plumy tip. It was evident that George's mind simply thought he was having a wonderful dream, and it seemed that he would remain asleep - at least for the time being.
She paused for a moment and recalled the spell she needed to use. She placed her hand on her throat and cast it on herself: "Iugulum relaxo."
Always having been a generous lover, Hermione knew that her skills at this particular act were more than sufficient, having had ample opportunity to practise. She knew that the charm she had cast on herself would greatly enhance his experience, so she gave herself over to pleasuring this wonderful wizard. Holding the base of his cock, she took in his entire length, the charm relaxing the muscles in her throat sufficiently so that she wouldn't gag. Once she felt him slide into her throat, she swallowed softly and then sucked as she raised her head, pressing her tongue on the underside as she withdrew. She continued with a deliriously slow rhythm, at times swirling her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock. His moans grew louder as he moved from deep slumber toward wakefulness.
When he awakened enough to realize that this wasn't one of the most amazing dreams he'd ever had, George opened his eyes to see Hermione Granger sucking his dick so skilfully that his eyes began rolling back in his head. "Bloody hell, Hermione!" George threw his head back onto the pillow and grabbed fistfuls of sheets to keep himself from grabbing her hair and thrusting into her mouth.
There was a soft �pop' as she released the tip of his penis. "Good morning, love!" she said with a happy smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Now that he was awake, she decided to change the pace and intensity of her ministrations. She licked him slowly from base to tip, dipping the tip of her tongue into his slit to taste the precome that had gathered there. George clutched the sheets even harder, trying to maintain control, eyes screwed shut. "Ungh... Oh, God!"
Hermione then swirled her tongue around the darkening head and gently teased his fraenulum with her lower teeth for just a moment.
"Shit! Hermione!"
She smiled and then once again suckled the head of his cock and looked up at him. When he looked down at her, their eyes locked. She again took in his entire shaft, allowing the tip to glide down into her throat. This time, when she swallowed, George's breath hitched and his hips bucked involuntarily, almost coming.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He tried to control his breathing, wanting this experience to last as long as possible.
Hermione wanted to bring another level of intensity to the encounter. While sucking his cock, she hummed, which drew a long low moan from the wizard in her bed. She then cupped his sac with one hand, gently rolling his testicles, whilst stroking his perineum with her other hand. The combined sensations were beyond incredible, and in a few moments, George felt his balls drawing up, preparing for his climax.
Hermione and George were both far too focussed on their activity to notice the Floo activate in the other room. And since the caller neither called out nor stepped through, it never even registered on the two who were so intent on one another.
"Gah! Hermione, I'm coming," George tried to warn her, but Hermione sucked even harder on the upstroke and then taking him in one last time, he climaxed with a bellow, his come spraying down her throat as she swallowed greedily.
George pulled her into a tight embrace. "You know, I think I rather like being your antithesis, Hermione."
"When did you have time to look it up?"
"I didn't, but if it means I get woken up like that on a regular basis, I don't bloody well care what it means!"
Hermione laughed and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips that he tried to deepen. "Well, it's a work day, and you may have a partner who will open up your shop for you, but since I don't have a partner to open up my shop for me, I've got to take a quick shower and get downstairs soon."
George groaned with realization that he did, indeed, have to go to work today. "Can't we skive off? It's only one day. You could put a sign in the window..."
"George Weasley. I cannot afford to just close up shop on any given day. I have to earn a living and I have customers who depend on me."
George sighed. "I know. Guess it was just wishful thinking," he added with a rueful smile.
"Well, I do need a shower. Do you?" Hermione asked over her shoulder as she made her way to the en suite bath, her bare hips swaying enticingly.
"I believe I do require a shower," George agreed, following her, almost tripping over the strewn bedclothes in his haste.
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When George entered the bathroom, Hermione was already stepping into the large shower. He followed her in, pressing her to the wall with a fevered kiss. The feeling of cool tile on her back was a delicious contrast to his hot body promising to do wicked things to her front.
George broke the kiss and moved to suck at the soft spot behind her ear, eliciting a moan from his lover. He continued kissing down her neck, stopping to suckle her breast for a moment. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once until he reached down to run a finger along her slit, and Hermione's hips bucked.
He swiftly knelt before her, and she looked at him through heavily lidded eyes, unsure as to how he would do what it seemed he wanted to do.
Any and all uncertainty dissipated when he carefully lifted her thigh and rested it on his shoulder, opening her core to him. He plunged his tongue into her pussy, causing her to cry out. He licked up to her clit and teased it with his teeth, applying gentle pressure.
He hummed in satisfaction at the mewls of pleasure she was making, exulting in the fact that she was so willing to accept his actions.
"Mmmm... love, I'm going to lick you... going to fuck you with my tongue. I want to taste your juices when you come on my mouth."
Hermione gasped at his language, but couldn't register any complaint as he licked at her pussy lips and thrust his tongue back into her heated core; fucking her, as promised, with his mouth as she grabbed handfuls of ginger hair and ground her mound against his mouth like a wanton. She had already been so worked up from the blow job she'd just given him that it didn't take long to find her release. She felt the walls of her cunt clamping down and her thighs clutched tightly around his head. He was lapping at her sex, drinking in her release.
When he was sure that she would be able to stand on her own strength, he reached for her soap and a flannel. He worked up a lather and gently washed every inch of her skin. Once he was done, she took a fresh flannel and moved to begin washing him, but hesitated.
"George, do you mind using my soap? You'll smell like me all day."
He thought for a moment and replied with a smile. "I don't mind at all. Your soap has a nice, clean, citrusy scent to it - at least it's not rose-scented. Not to mention, it might be nice to be able to smell you all day."
"That might be the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten, George Weasley," she said with a laugh and a soft shake of her head, beginning to wash his chest. She paid his body the same careful attention he had given hers, both of them revelling in the thoroughly intimate act of bathing each other.
By the end of his shower, George's cock was fully erect again. Hermione grasped it firmly, twisting her wrist every third or fourth stroke as she pumped his throbbing member. "You know, this whole �showering together' thing has the potential of leaving us in a perpetual cycle of cleaning up and getting dirty again."
George gave a shallow chuckle, not able to fully concentrate on the conversation whilst receiving a brilliant hand-job. "Well, I know I wouldn't complain, and I'm fairly... Ungh... certain... that Fred will open our shop... God, Hermione!" His hips bucked into her hand, and he braced his hands on the wall, thoroughly consumed with her actions.
As he reached his peak, she gave a few firm strokes to his perineum with her other hand. It was all his body needed to go over the edge, and his semen hit the wall in ropy spurts. The two quickly finished their shower, exiting the bathroom as they towelled off.
George looked at Hermione's bedside clock. "Shit! Is that the time? Fred's never going to let me live this down!"
Hermione looked over to the clock and gasped. "Oh, no! I really have to get downstairs!"
George located his boxers and pulled them on. He hurried into the kitchen and retrieved the rest of his clothes from the kitchen floor. By the time he was fully dressed, Hermione was entering the room, ready for a full day's work.
"Do you want anything? Toast? Tea? I don't really have time for anything else."
"Thanks, Hermione, but I've got to go, too. Will we see you later, at the Burrow? Do you want to Floo over together?"
Hermione stopped, all thoughts of anything but Sunday dinner at the Burrow fleeing her mind. "It's Sunday. The Burrow. Your mother. Oh, God. Do we have to tell her anything?"
George frowned at her question, trying not to feel insulted. "What do you mean? Ashamed of me already?"
"No! That's not what I meant at all!" Hermione protested. "It's just that we haven't had a chance to... really discuss what we're doing or what we think about it, so I don't think we're truly ready to face a Molly Weasley inquiry."
George breathed a sigh of relief. "All right. We'll keep quiet for now, but be warned. I don't plan on keeping this a secret for long."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "I can agree to that. But at present, I'm dreadfully late, and I'm afraid I might already have customers waiting for me outside. Sunday mornings can be busy sometimes - people losing or breaking wands over the weekend and all. Would you mind terribly Flooing to your shop from up here? I don't think it would do to have a wizard leaving my locked shop first thing in the morning.
"Yes, dear." George grinned, making his way over to the fireplace. Hermione followed him, smiling at the honorific, and before he could take a measure of Floo powder, she reached for him, turning him back so she could give him a lovely kiss.
"Have a good day, George."
"When it starts this brilliantly, it's bound to be a good day, Hermione," he said with a wink. He took some powder, threw it in the flames, and was gone in a flash. Hermione stood for a moment, watching the flames flare back from green to orange and then die out. It was at this point that she scurried downstairs to open up shop.
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Meanwhile, at 93 Diagon Alley...
Fred was waiting for his twin to arrive. He knew that George hadn't come home last night, and he was quite certain that the evening had gone according to George's fondest wishes.
Unbeknownst to Hermione and George, Fred had placed a Floo call to Hermione's flat that morning to inquire as to what time George planned to arrive at WWW. Fred's timing, as usual, was impeccable; the call was placed just in time to hear George's shout of release. That was all he needed to hear to know his dear brother would be late to work that day.
Chapter End Notes:
According to the online reference I used, Iugulum relaxo means "Relax Throat."
(University of Notre Dame's "Latin Dictionary and Grammar Aid")
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