Happy Springsmut, Everyone! Author:olivers_ace Recipient: All hp_springsmut watchers and participants. Enjoy! Title: More Fun Than Studying Rating: Hard R Pairing(s): Hermione/Fred/George Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Hermione hasn't been able to sleep because she's been spending so much time studying. Fred and George decide to help her out. Warnings: Public sex, threesome. No incest though. Word Count: ~1334
"Should we wake her, Fred?"
"Nah, George, she looks so peaceful."
"But she must need to study- otherwise why would she have all these books?"
"True, true, brother mine. And it would be a shame to lose precious study time sleeping."
Hermione opened her eyes and sat up, glaring at the source of her awakening. The two men smiled innocently back.
"She lives!" Fred said jauntily, pulling out the chair and sitting down across from her.
"Barely. I was just about to drift off too," she snapped crossly, fixing him with an evil stare.
"And you were…happy about this? Surely it cannot be!" Fred gasped in mock horror.
"Hermione, happy about missing study time? Stranger still, happy about falling asleep in the library, of all places?" George chimed in, a impish smirk flashing across his face.
"Oh, shut it," she said irritably, closing the book in front of her with a thump. Getting up, she stacked it on top of the other books. "You’d be happy too if you were about to sleep for the first time in a week."
The twins followed her as she made her way to the aisles at the far back wall of the library, replacing each book in turn. "What do you mean?" Fred asked, dropping the mischievous tone, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.
"I haven’t slept in a week because I’ve been too busy studying for exams," Hermione replied. "And now that I haven’t been sleeping for so long, I can’t seem to sleep when I want to. I’m tired mentally, but my body is still wide awake."
"See, children, that’s why you should never go to a Muggle university!" George said dryly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, I apologize for placing my education at such high importance."
"It’s all right, we forgive you," Fred assured her.
"But Mum won’t," George added. "Which is why we’re here."
"I did wonder, yes." Hermione replaced the last book on the shelf and turned to face them. "Why won’t your mum forgive me?"
"Because you’re about to miss the weekly Weasley dinner," the twins chorused, and her mouth fell open.
"Oh no! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"
"We would have, but you seemed a little angry." Fred raised an eyebrow.
"And we hate it when our fair maiden is angry." George leaned against the bookshelf, smiling down at her.
"So we figured we better wait around and see if we could rescue you."
"'Cause that’s what knights in shining armor do."
"Shh! Someone’s going to hear you," Hermione hissed.
"And what if they did? What would they think?" Fred moved closer on her other side.
"Well-they-" Hermione dithered for a moment.
"-would think nothing of it. They‘d assume we were joking." George laid a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, ‘Mione. You’re a bit jumpy. Besides, there’s no one left in the library to hear."
"Except the librarians of course. But they’re all the way at the checkout counters, getting ready to close up," Fred murmured.
"They won’t start the rounds of the library for another fifteen minutes at least," George added. "And even then, it’ll take at least ten more for them to get all the way back here. This is a big library."
"So what could we possibly do?" Fred mused. "As your boyfriends, we think it only our duty to help you with your problems."
"And you did say you were having trouble sleeping. Your mind is exhausted, but your body isn’t?" George looked over at his twin, both men ignoring Hermione’s suspicious stare. "Am I remembering that right, brother?"
"Indeed you are." Fred’s hand came to rest on Hermione’s other shoulder, and the two grinned down at her.
"What are you-" Hermione cut off abruptly as Fred’s mouth covered hers, both boys pushing her up against the bookshelf. She struggled halfheartedly for a moment, but the combination of exhaustion and sudden arousal overcame her and she gave in to Fred, kissing him back. George’s lips found the tender spot just behind her ear, nibbling and sucking, and she sighed into Fred’s mouth. Both twins moved their hands simultaneously from her shoulders, sliding down her arms and under the hem of her shirt, thumbs caressing the skin there. She closed her eyes as Fred moved his attentions to her other ear, enjoying the double sensation, but she still had to make one last effort.
"We can’t do this here- it’s a library!"
"Why not? Believe it or not, the library is good for more than studying," Fred answered. In tandem their hands moved up to her bra, George unhooking it in the back and Fred pushing it up in the front. Hermione opened her mouth to say something more, but then she moaned involuntarily as their fingers, callused from too many magical experiments, brushed over her nipples.
"Shh," Fred whispered in her ear. "Someone might hear you." Together they kissed down her neck to her collarbone. George pulled up her shirt and they bent their ginger heads to her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples, each touch sending a shock of arousal to her core.
She bit her lip, swallowing a gasp as George got on his knees and kissed the inside of her knee, where her stocking ended and her skirt began. As he drew a line with his tongue up her thigh, she felt her knees buckle and he gripped her legs to hold her upright. Fred’s hands clasped her waist in the same moment, and he interrupted his activity to smile roguishly at her. "Tired yet?" he murmured. Wordlessly she shook her head and then bit back a gasp as his teeth closed on her nipple, tugging gently.
George moved her legs farther apart and then she jerked as his tongue pressed at the crotch of her underwear, where her juices had soaked the fabric. Then he moved one hand to pull her panties aside, his tongue probing gently at her clit, making her shudder and arch her back. Fred moved to kiss her lips, silencing her moans, his fingers circling her right nipple, squeezing and caressing. She kissed him back at first but as George’s tongue flicked at her clit she could only gasp, open-mouthed against Fred’s lips.
At this, Fred drew back. "Oi, George-get up!" George withdrew with a smirk, catching Hermione as she sagged against the bookshelf.
"Not-fair-" she muttered. "I was so close…"
"Oh, we’re not done yet," Fred assured her. "It’s my turn now."
"What?" Hermione looked around, her senses beginning to return. "But-are you sure we have time-"
"According to my calculations, we’ve got about five more minutes until the librarians find us," George said huskily.
"Five minutes?" Hermione shook her head, trying to clear the fog of arousal, but George pressed her firmly back against the shelf. "Do you want to come or not?" he asked sternly as Fred knelt.
"I-well-"
Fred slid his thumb against her clit, smiling up at her and she groaned.
"I’ll take that as a yes," George said, and kissed her. She could taste her juices on his lips and she sucked on his tongue as he slid it into her mouth. Simultaneously Fred slid a finger into her, his tongue connecting with her clit, flicking faster and faster, and knees trembling violently, she came, moaning aloud, not caring who heard her.
Exhausted, she clung to George, and Fred stood to fasten her bra, pulling her shirt back down and smoothing her skirt as she caught her breath.
"Are you tired now?" George asked, and she barely had time to nod before her eyes closed. The twins smiled at each other.
"Let’s take her back to the flat," Fred said.
George nodded. "Mum will understand."
A loud crack brought the librarians hurrying to the far back shelves, but they saw nothing, only a few books lying on the floor, as if in haste to leave some patron had knocked them down. There was no one around, of course, so the books were replaced, and the librarians left one by one, the last switching off the lights as they went.
At the same time, the lights went out in a small London flat, and George and Fred Weasley drifted off to sleep on either side of their soundly slumbering girlfriend, Hermione Granger.