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Title: When She's Drunk
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: [FredHermioneGeorge] Fred and George have been naughty little boys.
Warnings: BDSM, kinda PWP.
Notes: Written for ashlovesdisco. Challenges: Have a lot of biting, have someone say both, "I have to pee before I explode!" and "I'd like to be digested into one million pieces with you. I'd love to be scattered in hell with you." in reference to song lyrics [Ash, what song! Need to disclaim!]
[Ashleigh: Another first time writing! Never wrote this, sorry if it's horrible!]
"Fred, give me back my earmuffs!" George cried throughout the quiet flat. The twin had taken full advantage of Hermione leaving and had been running from his brother, wearing a stylish pair of red and green earmuffs with reindeer face on them.
"I like them, though!" He exclaimed, running from his brother.
"So do I, give them up!" George lunged and tackled Fred to the floor. Fred couldn't get his twin off of him until he wrestled the earmuffs away with a triumphant grin. Fred jumped back at his brother---and bite him.
"Damnit, Fred!" George exclaimed, judging his ear. Fred snatched the earmuffs, before George bit his head. The two brothers rolled around the floor, biting each other in various places, before the door was open.
"And exactly what in the hell are you two doing?" Two pairs of blue eyes looked up and crashed with a pair of brown. Standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips was Hermione Granger, looking furious. She tugged them both away from each other, until they were in separate corners.
"Sit there, like annoying two-year-olds until I tell you to leave." Hermione pulled up a large chair so she could watch the both of them, while reading a book.
For the first couple of minutes, Fred and George were snickering to themselves. And then, after that, they started to complain.
"My foot hurts." Fred complained.
"I think I broke my hand." George whined.
"I have to pee!"
"My ankle's swollen."
"I have to take a leak!"
"I think I'm going blind."
"I have to piss!"
"And if I sit here any longer, my ass'll fall off!"
"And if I don't pee, I'll explode!"
Feeling frustrated, Hermione marched over to Fred's corner angrily, throwing her book down. In one angry movement, she had grabbed his cock through his pants.
"Fred Weasley, do you really have to do to the bathroom?" He whimpered, but nodding, twisting underneath Hermione's cold grip. She let go, before marching over to George. Fred slid into the bathroom, the process probably going to take a bit longer.
"And you..." She yanked him up from his sitting position and slammed him against the wall. "Any better?" She hissed angrily. George grinned.
"Think my lips are kinda cold too." He said, before pressing his lips heatedly to Hermione's. All of her anger dissipated and she melted into George. Finally pulling away, she looked up at him.
"Seducing me won't get you out of this corner, George." The redhead sat back down. "Being a naughty boy, again!" She exclaimed, pushing the boy onto his stomach. She straddled him, before pulling his shirt off and raking her nails across the back.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" She said, each time she dragged a nail across his back, watching him coil from her touch.
"Fred sure is taking a long time." George gasped out from his position. Hermione grinned evilly.
"He sure is." And with that, Hermione marched into the bathroom, leaving George to compose himself. Hermione found Fred wanking over the toilet, and came up behind him.
"Does it take that long to get you up?" She joked, wrapping her hands around his excited centre. He groaned.
"Hermione, don't."
But she wasn't going to listen. Her hands clenched him tighter, and pumping him loosely. Grinning mischieviously, she leaned against him while pushing him closer to his release. Fred moaned quietly, before placing his hands over Hermione's as a guide. Her smooth, uncalloused hands did him wonders from his Quidditch worn ones. And finally, right before Fred was about to release himself, Hermione let go.
"I'd like to be digested into one million pieces with you. I'd love to be scattered in hell with you." She hummed mindlessly to herself, the situation she was in reminding her of an oldtime favorite song.
Turning around to face Fred, but talking so George could hear her, she said, "I don't hope to catch either of you biting each other without me anymore." And with that, she left. George walked into the bathroom where his brother was cleaning up.
"I don't even know why we let her in here when she's drunk."
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: [FredHermioneGeorge] Fred and George have been naughty little boys.
Warnings: BDSM, kinda PWP.
Notes: Written for ashlovesdisco. Challenges: Have a lot of biting, have someone say both, "I have to pee before I explode!" and "I'd like to be digested into one million pieces with you. I'd love to be scattered in hell with you." in reference to song lyrics [Ash, what song! Need to disclaim!]
[Ashleigh: Another first time writing! Never wrote this, sorry if it's horrible!]
"Fred, give me back my earmuffs!" George cried throughout the quiet flat. The twin had taken full advantage of Hermione leaving and had been running from his brother, wearing a stylish pair of red and green earmuffs with reindeer face on them.
"I like them, though!" He exclaimed, running from his brother.
"So do I, give them up!" George lunged and tackled Fred to the floor. Fred couldn't get his twin off of him until he wrestled the earmuffs away with a triumphant grin. Fred jumped back at his brother---and bite him.
"Damnit, Fred!" George exclaimed, judging his ear. Fred snatched the earmuffs, before George bit his head. The two brothers rolled around the floor, biting each other in various places, before the door was open.
"And exactly what in the hell are you two doing?" Two pairs of blue eyes looked up and crashed with a pair of brown. Standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips was Hermione Granger, looking furious. She tugged them both away from each other, until they were in separate corners.
"Sit there, like annoying two-year-olds until I tell you to leave." Hermione pulled up a large chair so she could watch the both of them, while reading a book.
For the first couple of minutes, Fred and George were snickering to themselves. And then, after that, they started to complain.
"My foot hurts." Fred complained.
"I think I broke my hand." George whined.
"I have to pee!"
"My ankle's swollen."
"I have to take a leak!"
"I think I'm going blind."
"I have to piss!"
"And if I sit here any longer, my ass'll fall off!"
"And if I don't pee, I'll explode!"
Feeling frustrated, Hermione marched over to Fred's corner angrily, throwing her book down. In one angry movement, she had grabbed his cock through his pants.
"Fred Weasley, do you really have to do to the bathroom?" He whimpered, but nodding, twisting underneath Hermione's cold grip. She let go, before marching over to George. Fred slid into the bathroom, the process probably going to take a bit longer.
"And you..." She yanked him up from his sitting position and slammed him against the wall. "Any better?" She hissed angrily. George grinned.
"Think my lips are kinda cold too." He said, before pressing his lips heatedly to Hermione's. All of her anger dissipated and she melted into George. Finally pulling away, she looked up at him.
"Seducing me won't get you out of this corner, George." The redhead sat back down. "Being a naughty boy, again!" She exclaimed, pushing the boy onto his stomach. She straddled him, before pulling his shirt off and raking her nails across the back.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" She said, each time she dragged a nail across his back, watching him coil from her touch.
"Fred sure is taking a long time." George gasped out from his position. Hermione grinned evilly.
"He sure is." And with that, Hermione marched into the bathroom, leaving George to compose himself. Hermione found Fred wanking over the toilet, and came up behind him.
"Does it take that long to get you up?" She joked, wrapping her hands around his excited centre. He groaned.
"Hermione, don't."
But she wasn't going to listen. Her hands clenched him tighter, and pumping him loosely. Grinning mischieviously, she leaned against him while pushing him closer to his release. Fred moaned quietly, before placing his hands over Hermione's as a guide. Her smooth, uncalloused hands did him wonders from his Quidditch worn ones. And finally, right before Fred was about to release himself, Hermione let go.
"I'd like to be digested into one million pieces with you. I'd love to be scattered in hell with you." She hummed mindlessly to herself, the situation she was in reminding her of an oldtime favorite song.
Turning around to face Fred, but talking so George could hear her, she said, "I don't hope to catch either of you biting each other without me anymore." And with that, she left. George walked into the bathroom where his brother was cleaning up.
"I don't even know why we let her in here when she's drunk."