The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
1. For inell, whose prompt was "Hermione/Fred/George: Breathless, rain, and kiss."
Home Coming (PG-13; Hermione/Fred/George; 100 words)
Hermione came home with Ron and Harry and escaped the rain of well-wishing Weasleys to collapse, breathless with relief, on Ginny's bed.
"Good," twin voices spoke as one, as Fred and George entered the room.
"Because we haven't—"
Hermione blushed. "Oh. The kiss."
"Kisses," George corrected.
"Yes," Fred affirmed. "You promised us that, if you survived—"
"—you'd allow us each a kiss."
"Shh. No take-backs," Fred insisted.
"But I want to lie down."
"Oh, you'll have to," George replied.
Fred smirked. "Well, you never stipulated as to the kind of kiss, did you?"
2. For inell, whose prompt was "Hermione/Fred/George: Heat, ice, and release."
A Literary Evening (R; Hermione/Fred/George; 100 words)
"—heat of your loins," Fred completed, crawling up Hermione's body.
"What have you been reading?" Hermione panted.
George, cradling Hermione, chuckled. "The Release, it sounds like. Awful stuff."
"Not so," Fred protested, nuzzling Hermione's breasts and reaching for George's hand. "It's poetry."
"'Your icy stare takes me there'? is poetry?"
"Your tongue is poetry, but Crimpleshaft's—"
"Ha! You see, George? Hermione does read naughty verse."
"I do not! I've never—"
"Liar," Fred interrupted. "Which's your favorite?"
"What was that?" asked George.
"I said, 'Two Cocks in a Nest."
"Oh, my favorite!" Fred exclaimed.
"Mine too. Shall we, brother?"
3. For Inell, whose prompt was "Hermione/Fred/George: Desire, whimper, and flowers."
Finding Freckles (PG-13; Hermione/Fred/George; 100 words)
"You always smell like apple blossoms," Fred said, pulling Hermione closer as George locked the door. "How'd'you manage it?"
Hermione whimpered as Fred's tongue circled the shell of her ear.
George, stripping off, said, "Save some for me."
"It's just perfume," Hermione moaned, pressing herself against Fred's thigh.
"No," George said, in between biting his way down the back of her neck, "it's . . . not. . . . It's . . . heaven."
"I . . . thought you . . . oh! . . . you wanted help . . . with the inventory."
"We do, love," the twins replied.
Hermione melted into their hands, too conscious of her desire to care for an answer.
4. For inell, whose prompt was "Hermione/Fred/George: Skinnydipping, dare, and lust."
Always Up for a Dip (PG-13; Hermione/Fred/George; 100 words)
"Belt up, Fred. I'm not going to strip off and jump into that just because of your infantile prompt—"
"Nice try, brother—told you she'd be too uptight."
"I am not uptight."
"Nope, you're just chicken," George asserted, shucking his kit.
"Bawk, bawk, bawk!"
Hermione blushed to see how unashamedly the twins embraced nudity as she threw her hands over her eyes. She wasn't "chicken"; she just didn't know how to choose between Fred and George—or to tell them that she wanted them both.
But lust drove her to peek, and the boys' incessant clucking, to join their "skinny-dipping."