Title: It's Party Time, Chapter 3/3

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A/N: Here's the final installment of It's Party Time, and here be lemons, people. Don't like, Don't read. I'm not that impressed with this chapter, to be honest. It certainly isn't my best work, I was just ready to be done with this story. I hope you enjoy it. Leave me a review or some feedback, even if it's about something you didn't like. Reviews are like crack for fanfic authors.


As Charlie kissed her heatedly, Hermione caught him waving his wand at her in a complicated motion out of the corner of her eye. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, when she noticed the lack of sound.

"I believe you were told not to speak, Luv." Charlie answered her unasked question for her, then laughed a bit when she huffed and stuck out her lower lip in an adorable pout. He leaned in and nibbled her lower lip. She was so focused on Charlie's ministrations on her mouth that she barely registered Fred's hands on her shoulders, rubbing gentle circles, making her melt backwards into his embrace.

All of sudden, she felt a rush of cool wind across her body, causing gooseflesh to rise on her skin and her nipples to pucker. She broke away from Charlie's delectable mouth to find out what was going on, when she looked down to find herself in the buff. At some point, George had banished all of her clothes except her knickers, and was standing in the middle of the den, watching and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Georgie doesn't mind watching, but he much prefers blokes." Fred whispered in her ear, causing her eyes to widen. Well, that certainly explained quite a bit that had happened over the past few months, and it certainly explained why George never seemed to have any interest in the witches she attempted to set him up on dates with. Her thoughts took off with this new bit of information, processing through every gay wizard she could think of until Charlie knelt in front of her and yanked her knickers to the side. He ran his finger over her nether lips, causing her back to arch and for her to moan loudly, even though no noise came out through the strong silencing charm.

"Charlie, take that silencing charm off. I want to hear her moan and keen while you make her cum."

"Sure thing, little brother." Charlie replied as he reached behind him to where he had flung his wand on the floor with one hand as he spread Hermione open with the other. He took off the charm just as he pushed two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan again, along with bucking her hips.

"I think she wants you to do that some more, Char." George's husky voice came from behind him, where he had conjured a chair and was stroking his thick member slowly as he watched, his trousers and shorts hanging over one ankle as he hadn't kicked them off yet. At some point during the course of the evening, all three of their shirts had ended up in a pile on the fireplace mantle, hanging down in front of the grate like perverted Christmas stockings.

"I think you're right, Forge," Charlie mumbled in response, also not quite able to tell the twins apart. He knew one of them wasn't into birds, but he hadn't quite figured out which one.

"I'm not Forge, I'm Gred…" George replied from his chair, grinning cheekily.

"Oh, whatever." Charlie grinned as mumbled into Hermione's leg as he kissed and nipped at her thigh.

"Nnnn…Gods…that, that one.." Hermione panted, gesturing towards the den, "Is George. And he's, he's, he's gay! That….pant… is Fred. He's bi. Merlin damn it, Charlie, would you get a move on!"

"That's why I set the silencing charm, Fred. Would you do something about that?" Charlie mumbled from her opposite thigh, where he had decided to mark her as his, then promptly suckled hard, causing her to moan even more harshly, into Fred's mouth, as he had grabbed her by both cheeks and given her and upside down kiss. As soon as he was sure she was finished talking, he pulled her into his lap, and put his arms around her waist to hold her legs open to give his brother more access. Fred kissed and nipped at the back of her ear and neck as Charlie licked and sucked at her bud, making her moan and thrash wildly. The constant grinding motion had Fred gritting his teeth in an effort not to come underneath her. He promptly envisioned his little sister at home doing who-knew-what with Harry, and felt the relief of his erection fading just a bit.

Hermione wasn't sure which was going to drive her mad first, Fred's constant nipping at the back of her ear, one of her "hot spots", as she liked to refer to them. Or Charlie's constant licking and nipping at her clit, backing off just as she was about to fall over the edge. She grabbed a fistful of Charlie's dark red hair and held him in place next to her pleasure bud, to keep him from moving back again. He got the hint, and slowly licked around, over and nipped at her clit until she felt her entire body tighten, then release as her toes curled into the couch and she saw fireworks behind her closed eyelids.

When Hermione caught her breath and opened her eyes, it was to Charlie leaning over both her and Fred, one hand resting on the back of the couch, the other on her hip. He pushed a bit with his right hand, the one on her hip, as he mumbled into her lips,

"Up you go, Luv. There, that's a good girl." He kissed her sweetly as she put her feet on the floor and stood. Fred stood also, grabbing his wand off the floor to transfigure the sofa into a stack of mattresses. Charlie lay on the makeshift bed, on his back, pulling Hermione down with him, helping her straddle him and get comfortable. Charlie pulled her shoulders down to him, encouraging her to lay against him, leaving her bum in the air. She felt Fred's soft, slightly calloused hands rubbing and spreading her bum cheeks, then running his middle finger across her puckered hole, causing her to shiver a bit.

"If you don't want to do this, Luv, all you have to do is say so." Charlie whispered huskily into her ear when he felt her shudder.

"I do. I'm ready, Fred. I want you in me also."

"Georgie, I need your help. You've always been better at the lubrication charms." Fred said to his brother, who was stumbling his way across the room while trying to shake his shorts off the ankle they were hung on. A whispered incantation later, Hermione could feel the cool wetness spread across her rectum. She let out a small moan as she felt Fred press his two first fingers into her anus, then whimpered as he moved them in a scissoring motion in an attempt to prepare her for his manhood.

Hermione let out another whimper when she felt him remove his fingers, only to let out an incoherent moan as he replaced them with the head of his dick. He entered her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. Once he was completely sheathed and could feel the tip of Charlie's manhood on the other side of the thin barrier, he stopped to let her get used to the sensation. Fred almost jumped as he felt George lubing him up, then laughed internally at himself. He was so caught up in the moment that the activity had taken him completely by surprise. He let out a guttural moan as George entered him. They both stood completely still, until Hermione experimentally squeezed her internal muscles, letting them know it was safe to move, and Fred gave George a small nod.

It took a few minutes of awkward thrusting, but the three men eventually set up a rhythm, making Hermione lose herself to the sensations. She completely forgot who was doing what, when or which way was up. It didn't take long for her womb to begin the tell-tale tightening of impending orgasm, and she screamed her climax into Charlie's shoulder, biting down as she came. The searing pain triggered his orgasm, the clench of her bum triggered Fred's. Likewise, Fred's climax set off George's, and the four fell onto the mattress in a sweaty, sticky, out of breath heap.

Hermione didn't know what to say, or what to think, so she did the only thing she could: she laughed. It started as a small giggle, then turned into a chuckle, then gut-wrenching belly laughs.

"Oy, Luv, what's so funny? We men have fragile egos, y'know. Mind sharing the joke?"

Hermione took a deep breath in an attempt to control her giggles before replying, "Oh, nothing bad, Charlie. Just thinking about how much fun my party has been. Thank all of you for a wonderful time." She kissed Charlie briefly on the lips before turning over to give both twins a peck on the cheek. As she started to drift off into a sated slumber, they heard her mumble,

"Oh, George, don't let me forget. Tomorrow, I know a bloke I want to introduce you to."


so, that's the end. Tell me if you liked it, hated it, want to snog it or fling poo at it!