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Late Night High	By : MearaJ Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Late Night High

Author: Meara J

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Drug use, voyeurism, wanking

Pairing(s): Hermione/George and Fred.

Feedback: desired.

Characters: Hermione Granger, and George and Fred Weasley are apparently
characters of Jo Rowlings and not mine.

Author�s notes: I know the story premise seems stupid, but I actually
got the idea when a fanfic group I lurk was having a Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol
challenge, so give this a chance. I
usually don�t include this type of behavior in my fics. Nor do I condone it�*cough cough* =) By the way, titles are the bane of my
existence. If you have a better idea,
I�d love your suggestions.

*Disclaimer: Characters, places, etc. in this story are J. K. Rowlings
and in no way mine. I�m just borrowing
them for my personal pleasure. And I�m not making any money from this at all,
if you couldn�t tell.

Hermione
waited patiently for Molly to stop pacing the hallway; her footsteps echoed in
the hall, pausing for the moments when she was listening through the doors for
her children�s voices. Finally, when
sated, Molly�s tired feet could be heard dragging slightly as she retreated up
the steps to join her husband in their bedroom in the familiar but
uncomfortable 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione moved swiftly and cautiously out of
her room and down the hall, pausing to listen for others moving about in the
Order�s headquarters. As quickly and
quietly as she could, she ascended two flights of stairs and traveled two doors
down the hall. Her heart fluttered in
her chest in anxious anticipation, and she paused one last time to make sure
there was no following her before pushing the door open and closing it
hurriedly behind her.

��Ey
�Ermione.� George greeted her, lounging
in an old arm maroon arm chair near the corner of the room.

�Fancy
meeting you here.� Fred joked, sitting
on the edge of the bed nearest his brother.
�Join us.� He said, patting the
bed next to him. She sat on the grey
comforter close enough to Fred that she could feel his leg brush hers when he moved. The hair on his legs prickled against her
smooth skin.

�I thought
your mom was never going to go to bed.�
She said, finally relaxing a little from her journey.

�I
know. She patrolled extra long
tonight.� Fred agreed. George set a multicolored pipe in between his
knees. It was cerulean, violet, and green,
swirled with drips of yellow and magenta that had brightened with its use. He pulled a coiled plastic bag out of his
pocket and let it unroll before opening it and reaching in for the dried flakes.

�Will you
put an imperturbable charm on the door, �Mione?� George asked politely, packing the leaves
into the pipe. She performed the charm
effortlessly and then put her wand away.
George lifted the pipe to his mouth, lit its contents and breathed in
deeply, passing the pipe and muggle lighter to Hermione before breathing out
the acrid smoke. Hermione puffed lightly
on the pipe before lighting the leaves again and inhaling, passing it on to
Fred as she felt the smoke hit her lungs, a tingle of a cough forming
there. She fought it and held the smoke,
swirling and filling her, before releasing her breath, a plume of pungent smoke
billowing from her mouth and nose. She felt
herself relax and she grinned despite herself.
Fred was also exhaling smoke, passing the pipe again to his brother.

They passed
the pipe around until its contents were ash.
George busied himself with cleaning and refilling the pipe. Fred ran his fingers languidly along the top
of Hermione�s arm; the sensation amplified through her and she stifled a
giggle, though he was not tickling her.
Fred�s leg rubbed against hers a bit more often, and she could feel each
brush like a spark across her skin. They
passed the pipe around one more time, each taking hits in turn, their thoughts
drifting as their eyelids became heavy and their eyes grew red.

Fred�s
touches lit fire on her skin. She let
her body lean into him, and she ran a hand along the back of his shoulders � he
arched up to meet her touch. He leaned
in lazily and kissed her neck, softly at first and then with more pressure,
moving toward her ear along the crease where her neck meets her jaw. When he met her earlobe he took it into his
mouth and sucked it gently, brushing his teeth along its smooth surfaces. Fred pulled away, lingering near her neck,
and Hermione could feel his warm, damp breath on her ear as he breathed her
in. They sat in suspended animation for
a moment, before Hermione turned and pressed her lips to his languorously,
pausing to let the sensation float through her before touching his lips again.

Hermione
moved toward the middle of the bed slowly, kissing Fred as he moved with her,
fumbling to remove his shirt as they went.
Hermione smiled at the patch of red hair in the center of his freckled
chest. She kissed each nipple, kneeling
and running her hands over the smooth-bare skin of his chest and stomach. She let her fingers delay just below his
navel, exploring the trail of hair that led below his belt. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled
him on top of her.

They had
nearly forgotten about George who was still sitting in the grimy maroon chair,
resting comfortably as he lazily smoked another bowl, watching them. He took a deep hit and exhaled the smoke,
letting wisps float out of his nostrils and mouth. His eyes trailed over Hermione�s body,
lingering on the taught nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her
shirt.

�Should I
take her shirt off, George?� Fred asked,
running his fingers along Hermione�s stomach, sending shivers through her. George nodded.

Fred helped
Hermione lift the nightshirt over her head, appraising her bare breasts with
approval.

�You like
this?� She attempted to sound coy, but
giggled at herself.

�You�re
beautiful, �Mione.� He groaned and pushed her flat to the bed, crushing her
mouth with his. His hips pressed into
hers, his cock heavy on the valley between her thigh and the curve of her pubic
bone. She raised her hips to meet his,
rubbing against him and shivering with delight. He moved his lips from hers, to
her chin, to her neck and she leaned her head back, breathed in, and closed her
eyes. Hermione encouraged him as he
moved to her collarbone, the top of her breast, to her nipple. Fred�s lips touched it softly at first; he
took the nipple into his mouth, squeezed her breast with his hand, and licked
the taut skin, soft flesh. Her hands
fingered his characteristic red hair, pulling lightly, dipping to touch his
ear, his neck, his cheek as he pulled on her.
His other hand found her other breast and massaged it slowly. He moved his mouth to the hollow between her
breasts and licked the valley between them, pushing them together with his
hands, rubbing the nipples between his fingers before moving his mouth onto the
less touched nipple and repeating the process.

�I want you
naked.� She gasped, tugging lightly on
his hair to bring his face level with hers.
She kissed him and reached down to unbutton his trousers. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing
through the fabric, a small wet spot near the tip. She grinned, biting her lip as he sat up to
help her remove his pants. She looked
him over, her eyes roaming the trail of red hair leading to the base of his
cock. She moved toward him but he
stopped her.

�You,
too.� He smiled deviously, moving in to
help her remove her pants. She was left
in a thin, black lace thong. He followed
her curves with his eyes, marveling in her soft skin, the slope of her back to
her hips. He moved slightly for George
to have a clearer view of her. Hermione
could see George�s brown eyes trailing over her body, and he licked his lips. His eyes lingered on her pink nipples, tight
and hard on her beautiful round breasts.
His eyes drifted to the curve of her hips, and the dark curly hair the
rest between them. Hermione watched as his
hands were busy unbuttoning his trousers, having long since set the pipe on the
table next to him.

�You�re
beautiful, �Ermi-nee.� George commented,
and she blushed. George�s hand was
wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
Fred moved in quickly, pushing her back to the bed, pressing into her,
the warm heat of his cock pressing dangerously close to her crotch. She gasped, the heat of his body transmitting
fire across her skin. He kissed her
collarbone, her right breast, her navel, the top of her hip bone, quickly
making his way to the inside of her thigh, where he slowed and licked, sucking
lightly on the skin there. He moved to
the crease of her thigh on the other side, linking his arms under each thigh
and licking there. She shuddered,
allowing her legs to fall open for him. He
pressed his nose against her clit through the thin lace of her thong, letting
his hot breath warm her before pulling his face back to remove her panties and
then moving back into his position. He
moved toward her cautiously, breathing in her damp-sweet scent, kissing her,
putting pressure on her clit. She arched
into him, and he sucked on each lip before licking her. He dipped his tongue into her rhythmically,
using a hand to rub her in the places that made her moan and squirm.

George
watched, his head resting on the top of the chair, eyes focused on Hermione�s
lithe body under his brother�s. His body
rocked slightly as he fisted his cock, rubbing steadily up and down.

�Please, Fred.� She gasped.
�I want you in me.� He grinned at
her from between her thighs.

�Do
you?� He glanced at George. �What do you think, brother, should I?

�Give the
lady what she wants, Fred.� He answered,
his voice deep from breathing quickly.
Fred moved up Hermione�s body, allowing his cock to rest against her
hips, kissing her neck in passing and then taking her lips in his. Hermione reached a hand down to guide him,
resting the tip of his cock against her entrance for a moment before pushing
down against him. She moaned as he
entered her.

They moved
together, the heat building between them, sweaty and sliding against the smooth
skin of each others bellies. George�s
focus was on Hermione�s body, glistening and flushed in the dim room, her eyes heavy
from the marijuana. George watched as she rocked into Fred, pressing her hips
against his, her breasts bouncing as she moved.

�Don�t
stop.� Hermione said breathlessly. Fred nibbled on her ear and arched as he
moved into her. She could feel herself
getting closer, her body tightening as Fred rubbed against her. She pushed against him, increasing the
pressure between their bodies.

George
stroked his cock in rhythm with Hermione and Fred, wanting to come with
them. He knew they were close. Fred pounded urgently into Hermione, speeding
up, his hands laced into her hair.
Hermione moved with Fred, grabbing at his freckled shoulders.

She gasped
and moaned, letting out a long breath as she came. George followed, spilling into his hand,
leaning forward in the chair and groaning low in his throat. Fred was last, pushing into Hermione, his
head arched backward as he moaned deeply.
His body slowed and he slumped onto her, running his fingers through her
thick, curly hair.

�You�re
beautiful, �Ermione.� He turned his head
and whispered into her ear. She giggled,
her skin still prickling from her orgasm.
She ran her fingers over his shoulders, his lower back, his ass.

George
leaned back in the maroon chair, did a quick clean up spell, and reached for
the colorful pipe.
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