Good Vibrations

Here's the first chapter of a multi part story that I have always enjoyed.  It is signed by the author, and I do not claim this work as my own. Enjoy!


Good Vibrations
By stellata

Notes:
This story begins the summer before 7th year, and its an AU that branched off probably somewhere in OoTP. Voldemort was defeated at the end of last year, due the combined efforts of Harry, Hermione, the Order, and the D.A. There are still some Death Eaters on the loose, so the Order continues to use Grimmauld Place as Headquarters, but mostly the students get to be carefree. As you may be able to tell soon enough, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred are still alive - as are many others. Now on to the smut!

Chapter 1

It was a long summer day at Grimmauld Place. Hermione had spent the morning reading, and was just heading to the kitchen to find something to eat when someone crashed into her.

"Excuse me," Hermione gasped, trying to steady herself.

"Oh shit," was George's response, as he attempted to catch the box that had been knocked out of his hands.

Hermione stared down in surprise. If George was saying that, it was probably bad - but then she smiled as she saw several little golden snitches fly out of the box. She was in a good mood though, so she didn't try and chide him - or ask where he had gotten them.

"Quidditch inside the house, boys?" She asked, smiling.

"No!" George gasped, and just managed to shut the box. Four snitches buzzed around Hermione's head.

They were so pretty, Hermione thought fondly.

"Hermione, get out of here!" Fred yelled. He had just appeared in the doorway behind George.

"Why - " She began, and cut off as two of the snitches darted under her sweater, followed by two up her skirt.

Tiny little wings ducked into her bra, and fluttered against her nipples.

"Oh!" She cried, and then the other snitches had slipped under her panties and beat their wings right where she loved to touch herself the most - one against her clit, and one right at her entrance.

"Uhhh," Hermione moaned, shuddering, and falling back - right into a pair of strong arms.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry sounded worried, turning her to face him.

Fred and George were just staring at her, wide eyed.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, clutching at Harry's sweater. "Harry. There's – oh! - snitches… Oh fuck!"

Harry stared at her in astonishment, and finally his eyes drifted down and saw something moving under her sweater.

Hermione bucked suddenly, pressing her hips to his, and he could feel the vibrations of the snitch against himself.

"Harry, please," His best friend whimpered, and then she was twitching and screaming. "There! Fuck, right there. Uhhh, ohhh, ahhh!"

The second snitch had pushed into her, fluttering all the way in and out again before settling at that perfect spot just a few inches in.

Hermione was shaking to pieces in his arms, moaning and crying, and Harry had never been this hard in his life. It was all he could do to just stand there and hold her to him, supporting both of them. Fred and George's failed attempts to summon the snitches went unheard by the duo.

"Hermione," he groaned, and their eyes met for just a second before Hermione's rolled back and she came, screaming his name.

It was just too much for him - Hermione was so hot, and screaming his name, and would she do that when he pushed inside her - his climax hit him, sudden and hard, and it was all Harry could do to just clutch her tight.

Hermione lolled back in his arms, still shaking, feeling totally wrecked and perfect and oh Merlin the snitches weren't letting up, and her body just kept clenching and coming and wouldn't stop.

"Harry, please!" She wailed.

Finally giving up on trying spells to remove the snitches from Hermione's person, Fred was moving. He stepped up behind Hermione and reached his hands around her and up her sweater, trying to grab the snitches.

They were too nimble, though, and as he grabbed - they were gone, and he grabbed two perfect handfuls of warm, soft breasts.

"Uhn," Fred sighed, and squeezed instinctively. Damn but that felt good.

Hermione's head fell back on his chest, and she moaned softly.

Harry's eyes were blinking, trying to reorient himself after his blinding orgasm.

"Help me get them off her," Fred tried to say commandingly, but it was really more of a whimper. His cock was pressed right between Hermione's cheeks.

Harry fell to his knees and pushed up Hermione's skirt to access the snitch. One was solved easily - he covered the top of Hermione's mound with one gentle hand.

She twitched against him, and as he inhaled, he twitched (so soon, he marveled?). She smelled perfect, and Merlin the feel of her, soft and so wet, and he nudged forward, just intending to breathe in a little deeper, but then he bumped his nose into her, and his tongue darted out instinctively and licked at that little nub.

Hermione shrieked his name again, but she sounded so good that Harry didn't stop. He pursed his lips around that spot and sucked, savoring the taste of her, and the feel of her needing him as she tried to push against him.

"Ahh!" Hermione screamed desperately. The three snitches that Fred and Harry had kept away from other spots had teamed up - and flew to join their companion - deep inside of her.

Hermione didn't know what she was saying anymore, moaning and begging alternatively, not even sure if she wanted these intense feelings to stop or continue. The snitches fucked her erratically, with no real rhythm, but their wings were vibrating inside of her, and it was so sweet - though not as sweet as the way Harry was licking and sucking at her clit. And those kisses on her neck made her tingle too, and the way Fred massaged her breasts, oh Merlin…

She whimpered and contracted again with a sigh and a full body shiver…  She'd never come twice in so little time. Fred was rubbing himself against her, sliding up and down between her cheeks - her skirt was hiked up to her waist, so all there was between her and him was her panties.

Feeling suddenly bold in her second afterglow, Hermione moved her shaky hands to pull down the sides of her panties - and reached behind her to unbutton Fred's pants.

He groaned and helped her, opening the front of his jeans just enough to get his cock out. He pressed it against her now bare skin, sliding in that hot crevice, slipping down - and moaning as he saw that tight asshole. He slid a hand down, and pressed his head against the hole.

Hermione whined.

"I won't," Fred choked out, but oh god he wanted it so bad. He had no doubt Hermione's ass would be the tightest, most perfect place his cock had ever been. Closing his eyes, he pulled away and slipped back between her cheeks, where he was safer - and it still felt heavenly.

But Fred had provoked a curious idea in Hermione's mind - and almost as if it read her mind, one of the snitches slipped out, sopping wet from being inside Hermione, and pushed smoothly into her ass.

"Oh my God!" Hermione clenched around it - it was uncomfortable, but oh, its wings fluttering were making it somewhat better. The snitch moved deeper slowly, but as soon as it did, first one companion and then another joined it, until she was aching for her other hole to be filled again.

Harry sat back to breathe for a moment, and watched the snitches changing places. Hermione looked down at him, and what she said next almost made his heart stop.

"Harry, I… I want you inside me… Please."

He stood shakily, and Hermione's fingers fumbled to open his pants even as Fred slid her panties down to the floor.

She was twitching and moaning. She'd played with herself plenty, but this was the very first time she'd done anything with her ass - but it was starting to feel amazing. It was a sweet kind of burn, tingly and maybe it would take a little longer but she bet she could come from just this. Maybe she would try that sometime - sometime when she didn't desperately want Harry inside of her. She'd been dreaming about this for so long...

Slowly, the three of them moved towards the kitchen table. Harry sat back, pants around his ankles, cock jutting up proudly, and Hermione just needed a hand from Fred to crawl up and straddle him. Harry's arms went around her, and as Hermione put her arms around his neck, she smiled at him.

"Oh, Harry," she sighed, and then he was kissing her, sweet and firm, and she just moaned and canted her hips downward, sliding herself over him until he was filling her up. Her eyes fluttered, and oh, Harry felt just right, much wider than those snitches or any toy she'd ever tried.

"So good," she moaned into his ear, and Harry groaned helplessly, clutching her to him. Hermione felt amazing around him, slick and tight and soft… Now he finally knew why everyone made such a big fuss about sex. He had never felt better than with Hermione clenching around him, sliding up and down even as she kissed him so sweetly...

George set the box down on the table, watching the spectacle, finally freeing his erection and touching himself. Hermione Granger was officially the hottest witch ever, he decided. She was riding Harry slowly, and Fred was nibbling at her neck as he rubbed up against her, while the snitches continued to fuck her other hole mercilessly. George could only watch, not even jealous that he wasn't touching her, because he got to watch this gorgeous scene.

"Hermione, can you push them out?" Fred whispered into her ear. She rocked even slower on Harry, and focused on contracting her muscles. Harry moaned loudly - suddenly she felt even tighter around him.

One by one, the snitches were pushed out. Hermione panted with the effort, and George reached out to grab the snitches one at a time, until he had three of them back in the box.

"There we go, good girl," Fred said softly, and Hermione sighed and relaxed her muscles.

"Please, Fred," she sighed, leaning into Harry and relaxing, hoping that he would fill her up again. “Take me, please.”

Fred didn't hesitate, he aligned himself in moments, and with one smooth slide - he was balls deep in Hermione Granger's tight ass.

Hermione shrieked and convulsed. Harry and Fred both groaned, and in unison, pulled out and shoved in hard, again and again, keeping her trapped, pressed between them. She couldn't move or control anything, Fred and Harry were controlling every movement, and making sure she was completely full.

"Oh, oh, oh," Hermione moaned raggedly, arms clutching around Harry's neck, breathing hot air right onto his lips. He kissed her savagely, just as George failed to grab the last snitch… It slipped between Harry and Hermione, and settled right on her clit.

Hermione's mouth opened in a silent scream as another orgasm hit her like a train. When she came back, Fred and Harry were still fucking her, hard and deep, and oh she never wanted them to stop. She moaned and kissed Harry quickly, before looking over at George.

"Come here," Hermione Granger purred at him, and George couldn't resist that for the world. The moment he was close enough, her hands took over, rubbing him expertly. Merlin, had she done this before? Because it felt amazing.

Fred was rapidly losing it. She was so tight, and the way she was moaning, so wild, so wanton, so needy…

"Don't stop," Hermione cried, and Fred shoved in even harder, making her cry out even louder. He tried again, pulling most of the way out before slamming in. Damn, that was good. Who knew Hermione Granger would be like this in bed…

Hermione bent down and managed to fasten her lips over George's cock, just as Fred growled and shoved in deep, spending himself inside her. Noticing Fred's lack of movement, and wanting Hermione to get more sensation, Harry tightened his grip and began shoving up into her faster and harder than ever.

As Fred slowly pulled back - Hermione moaned, "No, please," around George's cock, and George pulled away, to step behind her, position himself - and slid in where his twin had just been.

"Bloody hell," George's voice was hoarse. Hermione felt like heaven around his cock.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to hold on - he wanted to feel her come again before he let go. Thankfully he had already come once, and it was easier to hold out this time.

Minutes, maybe hours passed as he gazed into Hermione's wide eyes, gritted his teeth, and endeavored to make her scream and clench like that around him one more time.

From Hermione's kiss-swollen lips poured a beautiful mix of curses, nonsense, and broken, helpless little sounds that served to inspire even harder thrusts. Interspersed with all those gorgeous words and noises, Harry's favorite thing to hear was his name.

"Oh Harry, oh oh harder Harry," Hermione shuddered.

George didn't fail to notice that his name rarely graced the witch's lips, but he didn't mind as much. Any fool could tell that Hermione was meant for Harry - but similarly, no fool would pass up on this opportunity to enjoy this wanton witch so thoroughly.

As he felt himself nearing the edge, George savagely twisted the perky nipples in his hands - and Hermione shrieked his name and tightened around him just enough for his body to give out on him. He barely managed to bite down on her neck in time to stop himself from screaming her name as he came deep inside of her.

When George pulled out, Hermione was empty again. Harry was still faithfully pounding away, and that snitch was still buzzing at her clit, but she wanted more, dammit.

"More," Hermione wailed, desperately. Harry growled and flipped her over onto her back, kneeling between her legs and shoving in deep. Hermione was sobbing now with need - she wanted more, more, more, and she missed having a cock in both holes, it felt so bloody good…

George had stepped back and slowly tucked himself away. He walked over to his twin, his legs still shaky.

"Merlin that was amazing," George murmured.

Fred nodded, and stretched out his arms casually… just slightly knocking the lid off the box.

At once, the snitches previously in the box came flying out. All seventeen of them made a beeline over to Hermione.

George punched his twin in the arm, but Fred just grinned.

"Wouldn't want her to get lonely in our absence, would you?"

The snitches quickly settled upon the most sensitive places on the young woman's body. They focused on her breasts, her neck, a second one joined in beating its wings into her clit - and quickly went to fill her other hole. Hermione screamed -

"Yes, yes, please!"

Harry groaned, and grabbing her legs, hiked them up over his shoulder, bending her in two, and making her tighten further. Hermione just wailed happily - he felt even bigger inside her now that he'd propped her legs up...

"Harry! Harry, Harry, ohhh!"

His name had never sounded sweeter. She was so wet now, and every moan and whimper she made was pure sex… He could feel the vibrations in his cock from the snitch in her other hole, but he was determined to wait, just a little longer…

"Ahh!" Hermione screamed, and even Harry cried out, as one snitch pressed against his cock and began to press into Hermione.

"Oh shit," Harry gasped, and Hermione shuddered and kept screaming.

They were stretching her to the limit, pressing in right alongside Harry, filling her up, holding her further open than ever - and another snitch seemed to join every moment.

Her entire body felt like it was vibrating. It was all building up to something big, so intense, and she idly wondered if she was going to survive - but hey, there were worse ways to die than by orgasm.

"Hermione," Harry groaned. He wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer, and his words were slipping, things he had wanted to say for so long were coming out… "My Hermione, mine…"

Their eyes locked in understanding.

"All yours, love," Hermione gasped, then shrieked as it hit her.

Everything went white, then black, and the last thing she heard was Harry growling her name.

When Harry's vision came back, the snitches were flying back to their box. George closed the lid and conjured ropes to keep the box quite firmly shut.

Harry looked down at Hermione. She looked utterly ravished… Her sweater was pulled up; showing off her pert breasts and swollen nipples, and her skirt was pushed up above her hips, leaving her completely exposed.

Even unconscious, her internal muscles pulsed around him, making him groan as he pulled out and pushed in again. He sat up slightly and did it again, watching how easily she took him in. Despite having been so stretched, she clung around him perfectly.

"Good girl," Harry whispered, smiling at her. "Mine," he repeated softly, remembering how Hermione had agreed, and the way she looked at him as she submitted, had pushed him over the edge.

When he finally pulled out, sighing regretfully, he slipped three fingers inside her, just to see how it felt. He curled his fingers and pushed, hard, and she clenched around him, her body twitching. When he pulled his fingers out they were dripping.

Harry sucked the juices off his fingers, and carefully adjusted Hermione's clothing to be more concealing. He slid off the table and reached for his own clothes.

"So, what did you guys do to those snitches?" Harry asked the twins conversationally, as he redressed.

Fred grinned merrily.

"You couldn't tell? They're enchanted to fulfill witches' fantasies."

"And in case you didn't notice," George said quietly. "They didn't fly off until you claimed her."

"Claimed her…" Harry said lowly, looking at Hermione with longing in his eyes.

"She's yours, mate," Fred nodded. "We're sure grateful for getting to be here, but we don't doubt that."

"Not after what she said," George agreed, though his tone seemed a touch sadder than Fred's.

"You weren't planning this?" Harry asked, his eyes flashing forbiddingly.

"Nah," Fred shrugged.

"Guess we just got lucky," George finished with a chuckle. "And Harry, what happened - "

"Mum's the word," the twins chorused.

He smiled at them. Maybe it wasn't the way he'd imagined having Hermione for the first time, but it was pretty damn good, and he couldn't begrudge Fred and George for giving Hermione what she had wanted.

And hey, it was really because of the twins that she was his, at last… Maybe the pranks he pulled on them this week wouldn't be too harsh.

When she woke up she was in bed, warm and very much not alone.

"Hey beautiful."

Hermione looked over at Harry, who was sitting next to her.

"Harry?" She rubbed her eyes. "I had the funniest dream."

"Did you now?" He grinned.

She blinked a few times, and slowly began to feel a strange soreness in her nether regions.

"Oh my…"

Harry smiled at her.

"Not a dream, Hermione."

"Oh. OH. OH." She flushed red as Harry chuckled. But then he leaned in and kissed her senseless.

"You remember what you told me, beautiful?"

"I'm yours," she whispered softly, eyes shining.

"That's right," Harry groaned, and kissed her again. "My Hermione."

Hermione sighed blissfully. Well… That was all she'd ever wanted.