2. Research is Good Business

Chapter Two: Research is Good Business

Ginny awoke to the sounds of pounding on her bedroom door. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head as two voices yelled from the other side.

"Ginny! Oy, Ginevra, open up or we'll apparate right on top of you!"

Bloody blasted twins, can't they leave me in peace? Didn't they have any sense not to bother her in the mornings before she had her coffee?

"Ginny," sang Fred sweetly, "I have a hot steaming cup of coffee in my hands, just the way you like it."

The door sprung open with a snap.

"Give me that," she quipped as she snatched the coffee out of Fred's hands. "What do you two want so early in the morning? It's not even light out yet!" she whined into her mug.

"Well," began George, "we've been talking about the noises we heard coming out of your room yesterday."

"Right," piped Fred before Ginny had a chance to open her mouth. "Gotta be a bit more quiet if you can't use a silencing charm. Lucky Mum wasn't home."

"Anyway, as I said we were thinking," continued George as he elbowed Fred in the ribs to shut him up, "that maybe we could help you with your little project."

"What do you know about my project?" Ginny screwed her eyes suspiciously as if she could somehow gleam the truth out of their respective brains. Sometimes you had to be really careful around these boys.

"Well, it really is amazing the sort of information you can get out of Ron when spiders are involved."

"Yeah," Fred giggled, "we used him as a test subject for one of our new creations. Apparently they make you hallucinate."

Ginny gave one of her prize Mrs. Weasley expressions, her hands on her hips.

"Come on Ginny, don't act like Mum. We gave him the antidote after he told us everything. Not that we didn't hear practically everything anyway," Fred added.

"Right. Fred and I had been wondering when you were going to start experimenting with the opposite sex. Actually, we kind of expected something like this to happen a couple summers ago already." They looked up at her, bouncing lightly on the bed, their heads bobbing up and down in agreement. Ginny was nearly speechless. Did she just hear correctly? They were expecting this?

"Right. Well, we'll get to the point then," Fred continued eagerly. "Since you and Hermione want hands-on experience," the twins looked at each other with smiles on their faces, "we figured we would offer our services."

"I mean, since Ron and Hermione seem to fancy each other and all," George continued, "it would seem you girls are in need of an objective, um, opinion, as it were."

"We of all people know the importance of good solid research," finished Fred.

Ginny watched her two brothers bouncing up and down like two puppies salivating over a bone. She nearly spluttered coffee out her nose in amusement. They really were adorable, after all, and they made such a case for themselves. A bit conniving maybe, but adorable.

"I think it's a brilliant idea, boys. I'm sure Hermione will be more than happy to take you up on your offer. I'll let you know when she'll be here, right?" Ginny hoped that would be enough to get them to leave her alone.

Fred and George grinned at each other even wider, if it were possible. How anyone could have this much energy this early in the morning, Ginny didn't know.

"By the way, Gin, don't tell Ron about this, okay?" said Fred. "He's a bit sore at us at the moment. We gave him a Snoozing Snap after the Hallucinating Hops to shut him up. Don't expect him to wake for another few hours, do we?" They both looked a their watches and shook their heads. "Later, then!" And they stumbled out of the room after each other. Ginny shut the door quickly before they changed their minds.

Well, now that I'm up I might as well get some work done, she thought. Ginny dug out the charmed notebook from beneath the mess on her desk and opened it. Hermione's answer appeared at the bottom.

Wow, Ginny, your notes are pretty impressive. I spoke with my parents about coming to The Burrow and they said I could be there by Friday. I am looking forward to continuing our little research project. Any ideas? ~H

Yup, a couple of ideas, all revved up and ready to go!

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Hermione arrived at the end of the week, her trunk and Crookshanks in tow. She was greeted warmly by the entire family although somewhat awkwardly by Ron. Ginny was not the only one to notice the tension that had developed between the two. It was almost comical, really.

Ginny took Hermione up to her room to get settled. They had not been there for two minutes when there was an urgent knocking at the door. Hermione swung the door open, surprising Fred and George, and they fell in on top of her tumbling to the floor in a heap.

"Oy, Hermione, that's one way to get our attention," George joked as he began to tickle her mercilessly. Hermione squirmed beneath the two boys laughing and begging them to stop. She sighed as they abruptly stopped and quickly got to their feet.

Fred and George gave Ginny a knowing look. "So, Ginny, did you tell her yet?" they asked in unison.

"Tell me what?" Hermione looked suspiciously back and forth between the boys and Ginny.

"Only that we will be helping with your research," offered Fred as he pulled her to her feet.

"And I believe we should get started as soon as possible. I don't think Ron will be able to hold out much longer. That lad is about to explode," George and Fred exchanged knowing glances. "What say we meet you girls out in the far field at midnight?"

Now it was the girls' turn to give each other knowing looks. They both grinned and nodded their heads enthusiastically. Nothing like getting right down to business.

Hermione and Ginny spent the time waiting for midnight discussing their research. They decided the most important skill to learn when giving a blow job was to overcome the gag reflex so they could take it in farther. They hoped that the boys could offer some useful advice.

Midnight seemed to take forever to come.

Everyone was asleep when the girls snuck out of the house and headed for the field. They could practically see the energy coming off Fred and George as they approached. The boys had brought several candles and the field looked like it was scattered with fairy lights. Not too much light to be noticed by anyone who might be looking out a window from the house, but enough to be able to see what was going on around them.

The girls grew decidedly nervous when George muttered privacy and silencing charms.

"Erm...I mean, I don't know where to begin. No, scratch that," Hermione shook her head as if to clear her brain, "I do know but..."

Ginny interrupted, "Simply put, we want to learn how to deep throat."

The boys looked at each other with unconcealed glee and then back at the girls. "Whatever you want, we will provide." They bowed humbly before them like willing...well, more-than-willing servants.

"Your wish is our command," Fred added jokingly. Yet, when they stood up again their bodies betrayed their lighthearted banter. Both pairs of shorts seemed to have grown quite tight.

"I believe Angelina was quite well versed in that technique, wasn't she, Fred?"

"Oh, quite right, my dear George, she most certainly was," Fred answered, completely lost in the memory. They both nodded, looking most forward to what was coming.

"Right then, where do we start?" Ginny stepped forward and cautiously approached George. She reached out and pressed her hand against his straining bulge. She looked back at Hermione and purred, "Come on, Hermione, they are more than ready."

Not one to waste an opportunity as perfect as this, Hermione stepped up to Fred eagerly unfastening the top few buttons on her shirt revealing her ample cleavage. Twin moans escaped twin mouths as both girls seductively pressed up against each boy and slid slowly down until they were on their knees.

The girls mirrored each other as their hands moved up to undo the boys' shorts. As the last buttons came undone, Fred and George's rather large erections sprang free. They laughed at the girls' gasps of surprise.

"It might be easier to learn how to deep throat if we were to lay down," commented George directing Ginny to a large blanket behind him. Fred and George reclined next to each other on the blanket, propping themselves up on their elbows and waited for the girls to devour them, their erections proudly standing attention against their bellies. Hermione and Ginny promptly took their places in front of the boys.

"You can begin however you like," Fred prodded, gently pulling Hermione's head toward his waiting cock. Hermione glanced over at Ginny who had already begun licking and sucking the tip of George's hard-on. Watching intently, Hermione began mimicking Ginny's motions.

Fred grasped her right hand, moving it toward the base of his penis, wrapping his fingers around hers as he guided her hand up to meet her lips. "Now relax your throat as if you were yawning and take in more," he urged.

Hermione choked on her first attempt, pulling away abruptly, her eyes watering. Fred reached for her and pulled her against him in a hug, smoothing her hair comfortingly. "Now, now, sweet, it's all right. Watch how Ginny is doing it."

Apparently Ginny had gotten the hang of it fairly quickly. George was moaning senselessly as Ginny's lips traveled his entire length straight to the bottom and then slowly returned to the top. "Oy, Fred," he said weakly, "our little sister has quite a talent, she does."

Having seen her best friend perform such a wonderful feat, Hermione felt more than up to giving it another go. She relaxed into it this time, concentrating on Fred's erratic breathing and reveling in the pleasure she was giving him, wanting to give him more. She focused on how sweet he tasted as her mouth engulfed him. She let her lips travel about halfway and sucked hard as she came back up. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the bit of fluid she had coaxed out. Fred groaned and twisted her hair between his fingers. "Yes, Hermione, more," he whispered as she started back down.

Beside her George was urging Ginny on noisily, "Oh, shit, Ginny, it feels so good. Damn! Keep going, Gin. Oh, Fred, her mouth is so...fucking...tight."

Listening to George and Fred's mingled voices turned Hermione on so much that she forgot to worry about gagging. Wanting more than ever to hear their mixed cries of pleasure, she relaxed, opened her throat and let Fred's cock slip all the way in until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed involuntarily and Fred's hips bucked up against her. Her confidence rose another notch and she let her hands roam over Fred's body while letting her mouth and tongue practice their newfound skill.

George had Ginny's head in a vice grip as he met every thrust into Ginny's waiting mouth. Her ministrations became more frantic as she felt his end drawing near. "Oh...shit! Fred, watch her," he panted. "Our baby sister...oh fuck!" he growled as Ginny tightened her small hand around the sac between his legs. "God, Ginny," George squeaked, sounding a bit like Ron, "I'm...going...to...come...ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

George's scream filled the air as Hermione's mouth worked it's magic on Fred. Fred's fingers tightened in her hair as he watched his twin explode into his sister's mouth. He tensed for an interminable second as the combination of Hermione's hot little mouth working him up and down and the sight of Ginny sucking the cum out of his brother's throbbing cock sent him over the edge. The sensation of Hermione's throat swallowing around him forced out a yell to rival George's.

The girls eased up as their mouths gently coaxed out the last remnants of the boys' desire. Hermione sat up watching in wonder as Fred's penis flopped to the side. He chuckled at her reaction as he gazed up at her lazily, not of the mind to move much at the moment. "Well done, Hermione. Bravo. What say you, George, shall we give them a passing grade?"

George's only response was a very weak, "Mmmmm." Ginny and Hermione looked at each other in pure triumph as the boys promptly fell asleep.

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The girls decided to leave the boys to sleep it off. They took care to tuck them back into their shorts and extinguish the candles before silently making their way back to The Burrow. They were shocked out of their perspective reveries when they opened the back door to find Ron raiding the kitchen for a midnight snack.

"Hey! What are you two up to?" he exclaimed, looking very much like the boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He stood feeling quite exposed in only his boxers, not having expected to be seen by anyone. His blush was obvious even in the dim light. Hermione stood frozen to the spot, simply staring at his broad naked chest. She reddened when she noticed him watching her.

Ginny cleared her throat. "Well, you two, I am going up to bed. That walk was exhausting. See you both in the morning." As if either of them even heard.

Ron positioned himself behind the counter before he gave Hermione an even better show. He couldn't help it. Every time he thought of her, every time he saw her it was a fight to keep his body under control. Unfortunately, his lower half was currently covered by a rather thin piece of material. He usually had more clothes on, not to mention his robes, when confronted with this particular problem.

"Erm," he stuttered, "would you like some?" Ron indicated toward a large portion of his mother's famous pecan pie. Hermione nodded, her eyes lighting up as she moved opposite Ron. One would have to be crazy to refuse anything Mrs. Weasley had baked, that was for sure.

Ron stabbed a piece of pie with his fork and held it out towards Hermione. In his true lack of experience, he had expected her to take the fork. Hermione, however, had no intentions of anything remaining so innocent, not after being wound up by the twins. She leaned forward and opened her mouth to receive the sweet morsel, her tongue sweeping it delicately between her lips. She let her eyes close for a moment as she let out a moan of approval.

Ron whimpered and dropped the fork. As it bounced and clattered to the floor, he reached for Hermione across the counter and pulled her lips to his. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as Ron's hot sweet mouth claimed hers. His tongue probed and prodded her lips desperately requesting permission to enter. She opened up to him and their tongues twisted and fought against each other in desperation, having been denied for far too long. Ron growled into her mouth as his strong arms lifted her up onto the counter and sat her down in front of him. He pushed her legs apart and settled much more comfortably between them.

Hermione groaned in response, all her senses having already been heightened now exploding like firecrackers all around her as Ron pushed himself up against her. Her knickers were already soaked through, but she gushed again when she felt the broad hardness of his length settle into her waiting crevice, just his boxers and her knickers separating them.

Hermione tilted her hips forward, welcoming him and urging him not to pull away. Their breath mingled harsh in each other's mouths as Ron ground himself against her insistently. Her movements complemented his as he continued to stroke his aching cock against her slit, feeling her nether lips grab at him through the slick material and relishing in satisfaction when his overly sensitive tip hitched against her swollen clit, making her cry out her pleasure.

Their kisses became more frantic and their breathing became more erratic as they labored against each other. Ron's hands tore at Hermione's shirt, the buttons shooting off in various directions as he sought to release her aching nipples from their confines, kneading them in his large hands and rolling them roughly between his fingers.

She squealed as the hands working at her breasts stoked the fire burning low in her belly. She was at her wits end and pulled her lips away from his no longer able to control her breathing. His lips sought out every available spot on her neck up to her ears down to her shoulders feeling like he couldn't get enough of her, his cock pushing and prodding against the barrier they left between them aching to find its release.

A litany of discombobulated words and phrases fled her lips as she grasped at him carelessly, clasping him to her as her body caressed his. "Oh yes Ron...gods please...more...don't stop...oh my...oh Ron...harder please...oh yes...oh god yes Ron don't stop oh my god I'm coming Ron yes!"

Her voice built the tension to the breaking point inside him and as she quietly screamed her release into his ear he felt her muscles throb against his shaft. Wave upon wave crested over them both as he exploded against her, wetness mingling with wetness through the fabric as they ground out the last of their passion until they were spent.

Hermione's head dropped against Ron's bare shoulder, her hair clinging to her moist face. Ron held her tightly against him, feeling the warmth of her body, not wanting to give it up for the chill of the room. He sighed deeply, the breath catching in his throat. His body convulsed with a sob. Finally. He had her in her arms. It had been way too damn bloody long.

Hermione turned her head to look up into Ron's glistening blue eyes. She kissed his lips briefly and whispered, "I love you, Ronald Weasley."

Keeping their bodies pressed together, he locked his fingers under her bum and carried her up the many stairs to his room.