Summary: Hermione was cursed by dark magic during the war. With time running out, her only option is to have a child that could help save her life. She strikes a deal with Fred and George, who offer to help. The only way to survive is to conceive a magical child. Can the trio learn to separate their feelings long enough to save Hermione? Fred/Hermione/George fic, Rated T for now but M later for smut.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters written in this story. I don't make any profit off this story, it all belongs to the wonderful J. K Rowling. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Beta'd by the wonderful chiseplushie

CHAPTER FOUR

It was a little over two weeks when the results were received by Hermione and the twins. All three had good results and were fertile, which was good news all round. However, it didn't answer the one question Hermione blushed thinking about each time, never daring to ask the twins. She had assumed that whoever had the best sperm count would have been the one she would be intimate with and, therefore, become the father of the baby. Muggles DNA tests were pretty similar to the Wizarding world's; both couldn't tell the father of the baby if both possible fathers happened to be a set of identical twins.

It was all very confusing, especially as the twins never seemed to bring the subject up. Maybe they just assumed Hermione would pick one of them? Could she even choose between Fred and George? It wasn't like she knew them all that well. George was the calmer more sensible twin, but Fred was more open about things. They both seemed to balance each other out. Anyway, all that could be sorted later. She still needed to go through details like that with the twins, but Hermione suspected she'd need a strong beverage to gather the confidence for that kind of discussion with the best-known jokers and pranksters.

With everything verified that they were able become pregnant and were fertile, Hermione started on a course of potions that increased the chances of pregnancy. It wouldn't affect the likelihood of a squib child, but it would mean Hermione would produce more eggs each month. It was the best and only thing she could do to hurry things along.

Her magic was already affected more each day as she became weaker. It was really starting to affect her on a daily basis, especially at work. Hermione worked in the Ministry as a Magical Creature's Law Registrar. Which basically meant any and all things creature-like in the Wizarding world was managed by Hermione. It was a job offered to her by Kingsley after Hermione fought for the right for werewolves to marry shortly after the war ended. She dealt with aggressive Wizards as well as magical creatures on a daily basis, and her safety was paramount. Not everyone was happy about the things she was doing to improve the lives of the lesser cared about creatures.

The door of Hermione's office creaked open and Linda, Hermione's receptionist, popped her head around the door with a smile on her face. "I've got a client meeting scheduled, and he's just turned up in the lobby to see you. Would you like me to reschedule? It was rather a last minute appointment, but I can change things if you already have something planned?" The young blond asked with an apologetic smile.

"No," Hermione replied, shuffling the stacks of paper on her desk. "I was just reading through a few personal items, so send him in. Can you make sure to leave his wand outside? I've got a bit of a headache, so I don't think I'm up to a dueling match if he's another one of those anti-creature protesters."

Linda assured her boss she would and closed the door in search of the client. He must have been rather eager for the meeting because no sooner had Hermione turned to grab her files, the door opened, and she heard the sound of heavy feet making their way over to the desk.

"I got a creature problem," a voice Hermione recognised spoke. "About my height, steals biscuits each morning despite me being the one that buys them and his breath is something of a monster too. Can we register him or shall we just execute him? "

Hermione turned; quickly glancing at the ears of the person in front of her to make sure it was, in fact, George she was speaking to, her suspicions had been right. "As bad mannered as your twin may be, he doesn't qualify for the Creatures' Act. You'll have to take that up with family relations," Hermione offered with a smile. "Ron however..."

"Would come under the Dangerous Creatures Act?" George prompted with a smile. He leaned across the desk, grabbing one of the mints out of her bowl and threw it in the air. He caught it in his mouth with a slight head tilt, totally at ease and practiced with the game. "So Miss Granger, seeing as this is, in fact, a business meeting, are we going to get down to business?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, a slight blush on her face as she took in George's words and the smirk on his face. It told her more than she needed to know. She knew exactly what kind of business George had in mind. "This is hardly the time to discuss that George."

"Exactly my thoughts. However, here Freddie and I are waiting for our fair, fertile maiden to turn up at our doorstep only to find out she's working double shifts for the last two weeks," George counted. "We need to talk Hermione; you can't keep avoiding this. Freddie and I are good at breaking the tension, you know? We're not going to open the door in our birthday suits. We can talk or rather joke for a few hours with you and work everything out. "

She let out a sigh. George was right; she had been avoiding them, and there was no denying it. To be perfectly honest, she really was nervous to work out the rest of the details with them. It wasn't such an easy thing to ask or discuss. "I'm not a prude, but to talk about something like that, it sets me on edge. I like things to happen naturally; that's how I've always been intimate in relationships, and this will be anything but natural."

"We'll both make you comfortable, Fred and I will do whatever it takes to make you feel relaxed and enjoy yourself. We've never had any bad reviews from the ladies if that's what you're worried about Hermione," George offered. "Actually, that's what something I wanted to talk to you about. Freddie and I were talking, and with you being in such a time crunch. We thought it might be best if we both helped you. Move things along a bit faster. It's up to you Hermione, but honestly, it's something Freddie and I have done before so we wouldn't feel awkward."

"You and Fred have..."

"Shared a woman," George replied with a shrug, leaning forward to steal another mint. "Several actually, we're very in tune with each other as you might know. Helps the lady and you'll be surprised how many requests for a threesome we get. Now, I'm not saying let's jump straight into it. What I am saying is let's take it one day at a time, get comfortable with each other and over time we can have some fun. Get your mind off the goal and you might achieve it a lot quicker than you ever imagined."

Hermione was quite taken aback by the news. She had, of course, heard rumors about the twins sharing women in Hogwarts. It was something Lavender had pressed Hermione about, despite Hermione not knowing anything about it. Everyone assumed she did, considering how close to the Weasleys she was. However, Hermione Granger was raised in a rather strict household when it came to things like that. The Wizarding world found it completely normal for triads to become part of everyday society, the Muggle world was very much behind the times. "What about the baby? You two may never know who the real father is. How would we work that out? Not that I'm accepting this, of course. It's so much to think about. It might seem perfectly reasonable to you George, but for a muggleborn, it's completely out there."

"You're in our world now," George quipped. "And besides, Freddie and I share everything. I've already bagged the name dad; Fred's trying to come up with a better name than that for the kiddie to call him." George sat up in his chair as he caught Hermione's eyes. "We are serious about this Hermione; I swear it. Do you think we'd risk our Mum finding out about all this in months to come without working out all the details? Fred and I would share father duty, instead of two parents, the child would have three dedicated parents. We have the money to put in our share of things; we are ready for this, and we will love this kid Hermione. Everyone has their problems; maybe it's the thing the Weasley family needs to bring them all back together again. "

Hermione blanched at the thought of telling Mrs. Weasley. She really was like a mother to Hermione and the idea of telling her was a lot worse than she ever imagined telling her own parents. "I'm nervous. I've never been out of control from anything in my life and doing this... it's something so beyond control that it sets my teeth on edge. I can't research it. I can't set a list of rules because there isn't the time for it. I'm losing my magic and each day is harder than the last."

Hermione tried to fight back the tears, but the potions were making her more emotional and just that morning she'd sobbed over her burnt toast. She had no way of controlling herself when it came to such an emotional subject. When a tear slipped out of the corner of Hermione's eye and trailed its way down her cheek, George stood from his seat and made his way around the desk. Without speaking he held his hand out to Hermione, pulling her from her seat when she took it. "George, what are you..." Hermione cut herself off with a loud squeak as George shifted her onto the edge of the desk. He spread her legs and stepped closer, his hand reaching out and wiping the tear away.

"You can be scared of dying," George told her, his voice soft and low. "You can even be angry at Bellatrix or society for that matter. But you never have to be afraid of us Hermione." He held up her hand, threading his fingers through hers and Hermione's breathing hitched at the tension coiling between them. George moved closer, his other hand going to her hip as he moved his lips just below her ear, almost touching the skin of her neck. "I see you, Hermione. I've barely touched you, and your body is already on fire. Your breath is shallow; your legs are shaking, and you're about to bite through that bottom lip if you don't release it very soon. And you know what else?"

Hermione released her bottom lip, her legs shaking with restraint. She felt her body reacting to maleness that was George Weasley, up close and intimate with her. He had only touched her hand, and already she felt it, the tension and need in the room just from being so close. "George," Hermione whispered, her free hand going to grab his shoulder.

"You don't have a bra on," George noted, the firm peaks of her nipples coming through her work shirt. Hermione didn't have the chance to check though because George swept in, his lips moving forward to press against her neck. His grip on her waist tightened, and he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. "Sigillare," George whispered between kisses to her neck and the blinds in the office sealed shut, the door automatically locked into place. The twins really were exquisite wizards.

It was pure passion between George and Hermione, the tension and build up to this made it all the more exciting. Hermione felt a flutter at the bottom of her stomach at his touch. George wasn't like the former boys she'd been with. Hermione's experience had been filled with probing hands, fumbling movements and touches that usually only brought pain and frustration. George though, he was experienced. Every touch was unwasted, as if it was meant to be there; he acted in a way that made Hermione think he knew her body, despite the few seconds they'd been together. George pulled her to the edge of a desk; his hot and hardening erection was pressed against her thigh from the confines of his jeans. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

"George," Hermione whimpered, from frustration and sexual tension. He was still barely touching her, and the fact that her body was reacting so readily to the barest of touches was annoying, to say the least. George let out a deep chuckle, his lips moving from her neck as popped the buttons on her blouse, moving his lips to kiss down her chest, and as his lips brushed over the swell of her breasts, her nipples peaked. Hermione wasn't the biggest in the cleavage department, but George didn't seem to mind it in the least as he made his way to her left nipple, sucking and nipping at it. He nuzzled at the breast, his red hair tickling against her skin as she threaded one hand through it.

"We shouldn't do this," Hermione objected, pushing back against his head. She did it with great reluctance and the moment his mouth left her body; it took everything within Hermione to stop herself from pulling him back to her. "It's too soon, and we can't just jump straight into something like this when we haven't talked about it."

George rose slightly, but his hips remained against hers, the erection growing and pressing against her. Hermione quickly started fastening up the buttons on her shirt. "We can stop, but don't ever tell me that you don't feel something with us. That you can't feel what's between us."

And she couldn't. She couldn't deny that in a moment of heated passion, she had felt everything with George. So much so, she'd lost her mind a little, and it had taken several minutes for her to regain her senses. Hermione nodded her head, not trusting her voice to reply to George.

George leaned in, his hot breath hitting her heated skin. Just his closeness was enough to set her body on fire, with the need and passion. She knew he was a man that would know exactly what to do with her body, how to get her going. It wouldn't be a fumble of hands and prodding with George; it would be hot and exciting, passionate.

"Don't make me come back to this office Hermione, meet Fred and I, tonight?" George asked in his low voice. "Fred and I will take turns coming to your office each day if you don't come. We're on a time crunch here. Work with us."

"Okay, fine," Hermione agreed with a nod. She had to see them and plan things out. Time was running out, so they had to get on with things and plan. "I'll finish up early tonight, and I'll be around your flat in a few hours time. I promise."

George held her gaze for a few moments, testing the truthfulness to her words. Hermione couldn't blame him; she was rarely away from work before nine o'clock in the evening. She had so much work to do and rarely saw her friends on a weekday. "Good."

The redhead stole one more sweet out of the bowl, throwing it up again and catching it in his mouth before he turned towards the door. He'd just peeked his head out when he quickly pulled back and looked towards Hermione. "Nice boobs by the way Granger, top marks for those."

He left with a laugh, leaving behind a rumpled and slightly embarrassed Hermione Granger. She took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She had a business meeting in an hour time. At least Hermione was able to take satisfaction in the fact that George had to walk across the Ministry with an erection, one she now knew would be very hard to hide in public.

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At seven o'clock precisely, Hermione finished up the work in her office and locked the door. Her assistant had already left a few hours earlier, leaving behind her overworked boss. Not many worked long into the night like Hermione, except for Harry and the Minister himself, Kingsley. That meant the corridors were dark and desolate as Hermione made her way out of the department and towards the floo. She was two hours earlier than usual, but she'd made a promise to George. After the incident earlier in her office, Hermione wasn't afraid to meet with them. There had been something between them, something that hadn't just been down to the potions making her hormones go funny.

The twins brought out a passion in her, a fire and excitement. They always knew how to make someone at ease and deep down, they cared a lot deeper about things than many gave them credit for.

Hermione made her way to the Twins' flat, flooing just near their joke shop. She didn't know them well enough to floo straight into their home. Making her way through the street, she walked up the back stairs into the hallway that led to their door. It was big, maroon with a large handle on it. The moment Hermione touched the door knob, the handle sent a buzzing down her arm, it felt like an electrical shock.

Seconds later the door sprung open a wet-haired Fred peeked his head out. "Oh Merlin, sorry Hermione. I forgot about that door handle. We got the idea from a muggle shop. It's George's fault. Come on in. That shock should have passed by now."

"I should know better and keep my hands to myself when it comes to you two," Hermione replied, stepping inside. Fred was in his pajamas; his hair wet from a shower. "Sorry I'm later than I said, I got held up finishing some things up at work."

"Oh, this isn't because of you," Fred explained, gesturing towards his nightwear. "Had a bad batch of ingredients delivered. We didn't find out until the potion exploded on me earlier. It's taken me an hour and a half to get all the potion out of my hair."

"Its taken even longer for him to stop complaining about it," George shouted from the sitting room.

"Git," Fred joked. He placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder and gestured into the living room. "Come on; let's get comfortable before we make things uncomfortable."

Hermione walked into the room and took a seat on a small one-seater chair on the far side of the room. Fred sat down next to his twin, who still had his work uniform on. They both appeared relaxed with a look of mischief in their eyes.

They had to talk through all the details of the arrangement. Hermione had spent the last few days thinking over their offer, and she knew she had to be reasonable. She couldn't choose between the twins and pick one to be the father of the baby. It was a shock to the system, but Hermione was trying to get her head around it. Being with the twins to make a baby didn't mean she had to take part in a threesome. Hermione would be sleeping with both of the twins, but separately, for the sake of her future.

"Well, let's get down to it, shall we?" George started, glancing up at Hermione. "I told Fred about what happened earlier in your office. He wants the same things as me. We both want to be involved in our child's life. We both want to help make our child, and it's going to be the best option to help knock you up sooner rather than later."

"Plus we're good at sharing," Fred put in. "We can both help. All the baby making stuff is in your hands. If you need us to take potions or do whatever stuff those girly magazines say to do, then let us know. Apart from that, we think it might be best just to relax."

"Enjoy this."

"Have fun."

"Not focus on the main issue for a few weeks."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at them both, "I'm more than happy for you both to be in our child's life. I'm sure after a few misgivings I'll be able to overcome the fact that I'll be sleeping with you both. It may take me a week or two to get my head around it. I know it's common place in the Wizarding world, but in my parent's house, it wasn't that acceptable. I'm still not sure how I feel about sleeping with both of you at the same time."

"We're here to make a baby," Fred put in. "With both of us involved, we'll both feel less pressure."

"That's our most important point," George agreed. "That's something we're pretty firm on. We want to share this."

"Unless you can pick between us?" Fred asked, a smirk crossing his lips. He was well aware Hermione wouldn't be able to pick between them. She had never seen them apart and couldn't be the cause of splitting them up if it ever came to that.

"Fine, I'll have just to get my head around that issue. I don't want people to know. I don't want them to know about my illness, and I don't want them to know about us, not yet. When I'm pregnant, I'll be happy for them to know about the baby and who the fathers are," Hermione told them. "I just want to keep this to me to start with. I'll be telling people in the future, but on my own terms."

"Works fine for us," George agreed.

"Sure does Gred."

"We just have one more thing to go over," Hermione said. "Just us. I know it doesn't need saying, but I don't want anyone else involved with the three of us. We aren't a proper relationship, but diseases and such can hurt the baby very early on, and I wouldn't feel comfortable if other girls were on the scene."

"Of course," Fred replied. George nodded as well, his eye's firm on Hermione's. She was more shocked that George had agreed, more so for the fact he was just split from his fiancé. Someone Hermione knew he loved and cared for.

"So we're agreed?"

"Agreed," both the twins said at once.

"And if either of you take my fertility and hormone potions for product testing, I'll have your heads," Hermione warned. Ginny had mentioned the other week the twins were looking into a Wonder Witch line for the shop. They had already tried to recruit their sister for product advice and testing.

"She knows us too well brother," Fred mock sighed.

George nodded, "Scarily so."

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