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Hermione woke with a groan as sunlight peaked through the open blinds of the window. She slowly opened her eyes to realize that she was not in her own bed but rather in her room at the inn and very much naked. She moved to cover up and quickly realized that she had a monster hangover and an awfully large amount of soreness. She knew that she had been drinking entirely too much last night but who could blame her! They had won the war and they were returning to Hogwarts to finish up school. Even though she felt that she couldn't blame herself she did. She had gotten drunk and lost her virginity to a man she probably didn't know and then said man left her naked and alone in her hotel room. She groaned again and slowly stood up. She was grateful that she had every intention of staying at the Three Broomsticks and that she had her overnight bag. Many Hogwarts students had chosen to stay in Hogsmeade until the start of school on Monday. With all of the sixth and seventh year students at Hogsmeade it was no surprise that the party of the century had happened. Alcohol was flowing and no one cared that some of the students weren't of drinking age. That's what happens in a war though, lines get blurred and people grown up very fast. Hermione groaned again as a wave of nausea hit her. She closed her eyes and sucked in some deep breaths. Then, she continued to get ready for the day. She and Ginny were supposed to go shopping and eat lunch together, just the two of them. She showered and got dressed as quickly as she could. As she was brushing her hair out she noticed three rings on her left ring finger. All of them were beautiful, diamonds set in platinum. She stood there with a questioning look on her face. She tried to take them off but they wouldn't budge. As she was struggling to get the rings off she noticed a mark on her wrist. She had gotten a tattoo, three circles woven together. She paled afraid of the meanings of her new adornments. She resolved to ask Ginny if she had any recollection of the previous night. She finished brushing her hair before she left to meet Ginny in her room.
Ginny opened the door with a smile and a warm hug. "I was wondering when you were going to get here." She told the older girl as she released her from the hug. "I'm surprised that you're alive after last night. You got totally sloshed. It was bloody hilarious!" she exclaimed giving Hermione a grin.
"I don't think that it was that funny. I also didn't think that I had that much to drink." Hermione said softly.
"Oh, but you did have an awfully large amount to drink. Fred and George dared you to go shot to shot with them and you agreed. You had more to drink that anyone at that party. People seemed very impressed with your ability to hold your alcohol." Ginny said with a smirk. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah," Hermione responded, "but first I need to ask you something." She said tentatively.
"Okay," Ginny said her eyebrows furrowed.
"Did I go home with anyone last night?" Hermione said quickly closing her eyes and fearing the worst.
"Not that I saw, why? Is everything okay?" She asked concern lacing her voice.
"It's just…this." Hermione finished quickly showing Ginny her left hand and wrist. "I don't very well know what happened and I'm honestly kind of worried" She told the younger girl who had grabbed her hand and was examining the rings and tattoo in turn.
"Hermione, what did you do last night!?"
"Clearly I don't know! Do you know what these are?"
"They're wedding bands," Ginny said, "and a tattoo to signify the bond. It's normal in Wizarding society to have two bands, one representing you and the other your spouse, but it isn't common to have three. It could only mean one thing…you married two people last night."
"WHAT!" Hermione screamed yanking her hand away from the younger girl. "I couldn't have married two people, I'm not even dating anyone! Is it even legal to do that?"
"Of course it is," Ginny said with a sigh, "It's an old law that allows you to marry two people as long as all parties are consenting."
Hermione felt like she couldn't breathe. "Are you sure?" She asked her voice wavering.
"I'm sure," Ginny said grimly. "but I'm also sure that your husbands…or husband and wife…are rich. These rings didn't come cheap and finding someone to do the binding spell and tattoos on short notice would be a distinct challenge. Do you remember anything?"
"The last thing that I remember is Fred ordering another round of Oden's Old and Harry telling me to slow down. After that it's mostly blank." Hermione responded with a grim tone of voice. "Let's just get on with shopping, maybe it'll get my mind off of this marriage thing. There has to be a way out of this." She said rooting through her bag to make sure she had everything she needed.
"Hermione, the only way out of a spell like this is through death. There's no other way." Ginny told her friend.
"I'll have to do some research when we get back to Hogwarts then." Hermione said determinedly. "I have to stop by my room really fast, I left my wallet. I guess it feel out of my bag when I got home last night. Tell me all about what happened with you and Harry last night!"
At that the girls slowly made their way back to Hermione's room and Ginny told her all about her new relationship with Harry.
"Where is she?!" Blaise asked with indignation as he searched all over the small room at the inn that Hermione had rented.
"I don't think that she hid under the bed, love." Draco responded coolly as his lover and best friend got on his hands and knees to search. "She's probably hanging out with those friends of hers."
"But…but we're married now." Blaise said with a huff. "She should be with us. And we were even considerate enough to bring her breakfast!"
"Blaise," Draco said thoughtfully, "what are we going to do if she doesn't remember what happened last night? She was very drunk and it's possible that she won't want this when she's sober."
"She's our third. She's the missing piece. Now that we've had her we can't go back. You and I both know that." Blaise said trying to hide the worry in his voice.
"Listen, if she denies us," Draco said as he stood and tenderly grasped Blaise's face between his hands, "we'll get through it. Just like we've gotten through this war. Just like we've gotten through telling our parents and friends about us. We'll get through it together." He slowly brought his lips to Blaise's in a tender kiss.
"She can't back out now. It's not possible. The spell we did is binding and the only way out is through death." Blaise said after Draco had released him from his kiss.
"We'll get through it." Draco said looking into the indigo eyes of his lover. Blaise had always been a good looking bloke. Tall with lean muscles and a beautiful smile, when he chose to smile that is, dark olive skin and jet black hair. He was a sight to behold. It had been awkward when they first got together. Neither one of them identified as a gay man but they just fit together so perfectly. It helped that both of them are wicked attractive. Draco is just as tall as Blaise at six-foot-three-inches tall and just as well muscled albeit a bit broader in the shoulders. Draco held his lover close in his arms trying to show the other man how much he loved him. He could feel Blaise relax a little and smiled.
Blaise sighed and said, "I'm not so sure this time, Draco, I'm not so sure we could deal with her rejection."
"If it comes to that we will deal with it." Draco said kissing Blaise again. He quickly pulled away when he heard the distinctive sound of a key entering a lock. He looked at the door and let go of his hold on Blaise letting his hand find Blaise's as they intertwined their fingers. "I guess she's back." He said with a hint of worry in his voice.
"I guess she is." Blaise responded giving Draco's hand a squeeze. "It'll be fine" he said nodding his head and trying to sound convincing.
They braced themselves for what was going to be coming through the door.
"I'll just be a second, Gin" Hermione said as she slid the lock into the door to her room at the inn.
"Hermione, someone is in there." Ginny said drawing her wand and pointing at the door and then to her ear to tell Hermione to listen.
Hermione didn't hear anything coming through the door but drew her wand just to be safe. She didn't fight in a war just to be killed during a burglary. She held up her fingers and counted to three before swinging the door open with her wand at the ready and Ginny following closely behind her.
"Now, now, sweetie, is that any way to greet your husbands?" Draco asked sarcastically after a few seconds of Hermione and Ginny staring them down clearly ready to attack.
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