Just to re-iterate, this is MA, as in for mature audiences only. Sexytimes ahead. Obviously none of the characters belong to me, otherwise Percy would have died and Fred and George would be having polyandrous marital relations with Miss Granger on the daily.

So. Don't judge, you guys. -RR

Her spread-eagled position on the bed left no part of her unexposed but when she tried to cover herself her limbs were heavy and unresponsive. The mattress dipped beside her hip as one of her assailants took a seat. In the low lighting she couldn't tell which twin he was for certain, but she thought it was George. A freckled hand fondled her breasts indolently. Long, clever fingers pinched and pulled her nipples wringing unwilling sounds of pleasure from her lips.

"Hermione, usually we can't get you to stop letting us know how you feel about our little tricks," maybe-George teased. "Why so shy tonight?" He and his brother laughed at her furious expression.

"When I get loose, the two of you will wish—ah!" Her threat was interrupted by a sharp slap to her spread pussy. That was definitely George; only he would dare.

"Hush, Granger. We're trying to woo you, you silly girl," George told her over Fred's laughter. Fred's grin was wicked as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her spread ankles.

"Woo me? Have you lost your mi—aahAH—mind?!" she demanded, try with little success to hang onto her composure. Even her lauded focus could only withstand so much. Fred's wicked mouth lapping at her dripping sex while his brother watched was apparently where her limit lay.

Ignoring her question, George watched, transfixed, as Fred slid a long finger into her channel while he worried her clitoris between his teeth gently. The sensory overload caused her to miss George's observation but from Fred's muffled laugh, she assumed she wouldn't have enjoyed it. Fred pressed a quick kiss to her clit before lifting his head to look at her intently. He and George both studied her expression as Fred slid another finger in and began slowly thrusting them in and out in a maddeningly slow glide.

"Like that, pet?" George asked huskily. "You like getting your sweet little cunt stretched open? You want Fred to keep fucking you with his fingers?" he asked, cutting off any reply with a filthy kiss. He licked her closed mouth and bit her lips until they were puffy and swollen. Then he hooked a thumb in her mouth and pulled her jaw open, sweeping his tongue into her open mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Throughout it all, Fred kept smoothly fucking her with his fingers. He never went any faster or more forcefully. He only added a third finger when he decided she could take it. The sensation of his thick fingers stretching her open, fucking her without any urgency was too much and not even close to enough. He hadn't touched her clit since that chaste kiss and Hermione could feel it throbbing in time with her pounding heart.

George lifted his head to look at Fred's fingers buried in Hermione's cunt and crooned, "Oh, pet. You look so good like this. I can't wait to see this pretty little pussy wrapped around my cock. Will you let me fuck you, Hermione? Will you let me have it after Fred?" George asked, his naughty words winding Hermione up tighter and tighter. "We'll let him go first," George went on, "Age before beauty. Then after he gets off in your sweet cunt, you'll get my cock too. How does that sound, pet? Are you going to let Fred fuck that pretty pussy? Get you all warmed up for me?"

Luckily George didn't seem to care whether she answered or not. Between his filthy comments in her ear and Fred's hungry expression as he worked her over, Hermione was reduced to inarticulate cries and breathy little moans.

Then Fred withdrew his hand and moved up her body to brace his arms on either side of Hermione's head. George was still pressed into her side but now his brother's solid weight blanketed her and his broad shoulders blocked everything but him from sight.

Both the twins were still mostly dressed. They'd shed their shoes and socks before coming to bed and George's shirt was almost completely undone. However, Hermione was completely nude and the sensation of Fred's clothes against her bare skin titillated and ramped her arousal up even higher.

The sizable erection Hermione could feel pressed against her wet heat detracted from Fred's determined mien. But she had a sinking feeling he would delay both of their gratification for however long it took to get what he wanted. She had known what they were after from the minute they started their ridiculous game, but she couldn't give in.

The twins had given her weeks to consider her options in a very uncharacteristic display of restraint. It wasn't that she objected to them, it was the circumstances she found so distasteful. She had been circling Fred and George both for over a year now. They were well past the "will they, won't they" and it was only a matter of "when" for the three of them. But she wasn't ready to get married yet and if it weren't for this barbaric law threatening to force her to marry a stranger she thought Fred and George would have been content to let her move at her own pace, however long it took.

When she explained her objections, George snorted incredulously and Fred leveled her with a skeptical look.

"Hermione," he began, "you don't truly believe that, do you?" She stared up at Fred in confusion. He sighed heavily before dropping a sweet kiss onto her lips.

"Darling," he said gently, "We've been ready to drag you to the altar for months. Hell, I've been ready to make you my wife since your sixth year."

Hermione looked over at George disbelievingly.

"Oh, it's true, pet. That rubbish law has nothing to do with it. If I had a sickle for every time I've had to talk Fred here out of just dousing you with compliance philters first and asking forgiveness later," George trailed off suggestively, grinning widely. Hermione's eyes narrowed as she looked back at Fred, who appeared completely unapologetic for allegedly planning to drug her and force her into a shotgun wedding.

"But he's not wrong," George continued, drawing Hermione's attention back to him. "You've been walking around without a ring on your pretty little finger for too long."

"Hermione," Fred said earnestly, "I love you, George loves you, and we want to spend the rest of our lives with you. This isn't about the sodding Ministry or the declining birth rates. You know George and I will support you in whatever you choose to do—"

"But you'll be doing it as our wife," George finished in a tone that brooked no objections. Hermione was nearly swayed by Fred's sweet words, but George's domineering attitude made her bristle.

"Is that so?" she asked mulishly. "Well, I'd like to see how you plan to accomplish that without my cooperation, because I am not agreeing to marry you. Not now and if you don't watch it, maybe never," she threatened.

The wicked glint in George's eyes was concerning but not as much as Fred's satisfied expression. Suddenly Hermione felt like she had walked right into a trap.

"That's alright, pet. We can't force you to agree to be our wife," George said conciliatorily. "But you can't expect us not to try to change your mind," Fred added reasonably.

"Well, no… I suppose not," Hermione agreed cautiously, wondering what their angle was. George and Fred's faces broke into identical self-satisfied smirks.

"I'm glad you agree. I know how you feel about this, but George and I can be very persuasive when we set our minds to it," Fred said, shifting off to Hermione's side. He started laying warm, wet kisses across the column of her neck with a hand tangled in her hair angling her head where he wanted it. He lightly caressed the rounded undersides of her full breasts with the knuckles of his free hand.

George moved to Fred's former spot between her thighs with a devilish grin. He smoothed his palms up the inside of her thighs, framing her wet pussy with his hands. He spread her folds with his thumbs and blew cool air across her exposed entrance. He laughed when she yelped and watched her pussy clench with involuntary little spasms.

"You just let us know when you feel a change of heart, pet," George told her mischievously. Then he winked at her as he rubbed his five o'clock shadow across her vulnerable clit. Hermione keened from the sensory overload. Her pleasure-saturated brain took several moments to catch on, but when she realized their plan she panicked.

"You cannot seduce me into marrying you!" she told them, hoping she sounded more certain than she felt.

The twin conspirators just exchanged a confident look before redoubling their efforts. In a few short seconds Hermione was shuddering through her first of many earth-shattering climaxes at her lovers' hands. The ringing in her ears from her screaming orgasm sounded like wedding bells.