Title: Morning Surprise

Author: Pandora80

Disclaimer: JK owns everything. I just like to take the characters out to play.

Hermione drifted into conciseness slowly. Her whole body hurt, and she didn't know why. The drum section of a marching band had somehow made it into her head, and they were beating out a steady rhythm. She also couldn't figure out who had snuck in and glued her tongue to the roof of her mouth when she was sleeping.

She didn't dare open her eyes as she tried to replay the night before in her mind. What the hell had she done? She remembered when the celebrations after the battle had started. There had been few casualties on the side of light, and now with the war over, most had decided it was time to party.

All of the local pubs had opened their doors, and none of the owners would accept a single Knut. Firewhisky flowed like water, and Hermione remembered soon being caught up in an odd floo powder induced pub crawl. She remembered shots, and laughing and dancing. And fireworks. Lots of fireworks. The twins had pulled out the best for the night, and she could remember laughing with them as they set them off in the middle of Diagon Ally. They had even let her light some off herself. After that the night got a little fuzzy. Then fuzzier. Than black.

Where had Ron and Harry gone? The last she remembered of either of them, Harry was making out on the dance floor with Ginny, and Ron was dancing on the bar at The Three Broomsticks trying to strip for Madam Rosmerta.

But how had she gotten here? And in fact, where was here?

Hermione shifted a little on the bed, and realized that she wasn't wearing any clothing. She thought that was weird because no matter what state she was in, she always wore something to bed.

Slowly she let the arm covering her eyes drop, and was about to open her eyes just as slowly, when her hand landed on something next to her in the bed. The something was a person. The naked back of a person.

"Oh my god. What have I done?" She panicked. Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at the person next to her. All she could see was the back of a head covered in shaggy red hair.

"Oh shit, I slept with Ron!" Hermione didn't know what to think. Sure she and Ron were close, and had each harbored a crush on the other at some point, but in the last year they had decided that they worked better as friends. Had she ruined that in a night of drunken sex that she didn't even remember?

She decided that she had better get this over quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. She poked the man next to her and he grumbled something quietly.

"Ron. Ron wake up." She whispered and pushed on his back a little harder.

"Out of all the things you called me last night; you choose to call me by my brother's name now?" Came a pillow muffled voice. She new that voice. It was one of the twins.

"Oh dear Merlin, I slept with one of the twins and I don't even know which one." She thought to herself. She was a little less panicked now that she knew it wasn't Ron. She had always thought the twins were cute, and found that waking up next to a naked one might not be that bad. But how was she supposed to figure out which one it was? She figured she had a fifty fifty shot.

"George?" She guessed.

"Nope, that would be me." came a voice from behind her. Hermione let out a scream, not even knowing that there was a third person in the bed.

"Care to take it down a notch Hermione? I'm a little hung over here." Fred said as he rolled over to face her. When he moved the blanket slipped off him completely and she was met with the view of Fred in all his glory. Hermione blushed and averted her eyes. She moved back so that she wasn't touching him, forgetting that George was right behind her. Her rear bumped into something hard and she heard George groan.

"Not that I wouldn't love another round Mione, but you think we could get some breakfast first."

Hermione gasped in surprise and quickly detangled herself from the bed. Standing up in the middle, she pulled the blanket with her, wrapping it tightly around herself before walking off the end of the bed. She turned around to face them, but quickly thought better of it when she realized that now both of the twins were fully exposed, and not ashamed of it in the slightest.

"What the hell happened last night?" She asked while staring at the wall.

"I'm pretty sure it's called sex." George said

"Getting it on" Fred added.

"Doing the deed"

"Going at it"

"Humping"

"Fu..."

"Stop!" She yelled cutting them off. "I get the picture. Are you saying that you both remember it?"

"Well most of the night is pretty foggy." Fred said "I remember lots of drinks, and fireworks, and for some reason Dumbledore waving his wand at me."

"Yeah I remember that too." George cut in "Something with a gold rope."

"After that I just remember lots of screaming."

"And back scratching." The twins were lying on the bed wearing identical smirks. Hermione ignored the talk about the sex and went back to what they said about Dumbledore. Her mind wasn't working as fast as normal with the fog that still surrounded it. She was getting flashes of the night before also. She remembered the wand waving and the golden rope too. She looked down at her wrist and gasped. It all clicked.

"Show me your right wrists!" She yelled at them. They gave her quizzical looks, but held out there arms for her to see. All three of them had matching gold bands tattooed around their wrists.

"Oh sweet Merlin, we're married!" She yelled, and promptly passed out.

AN: Let me know if this is good enough to continue. Thanks to all for reading.