*** This chapter is getting a bit more explicit than the previous ones – if anyone's squeamish about a sex-scene/threesome (no twincest) then avoid this chapter like Dragon Pox! ***

When George apparated on the doorstep of their flat, he was shocked to find himself alone. Hoping the others hadn't been splinched, or that Hermione hadn't changed her mind, he called out. 'Fred! Hermione! Where are you?'

He heard his brother's voice from the other side of the door. 'Alohomora.' The door opened, and Fred was revealed, looking equally baffled. 'You haven't got Hermione with you, have you?' he said, letting his brother into the flat. The twins looked around frantically – no one else in the sitting room or kitchen.

Then from upstairs they heard her. 'Boys?' She sounded nervous. The twins bounded up the stairs, hoping there would be no unpleasant surprises to mar the rest of the evening. Instead they found Hermione, a little confused on the landing outside their bedroom door. The door they always kept closed, even from her.

'Where were you?' she asked.

'Downstairs,'

Outside,' they answered in unison.

'What were you doing up here, love?' asked Fred.

A deep blush ran over Hermione's face. 'Well, I thought… um, well, aren't we going to go to bed? I mean… it's late.'

A roguish look appeared in George's eyes. 'O-ho, there's bonding to be done.'

'Well, if you're going to be silly about it!' Hermione looked infuriated, as she so often did when being teased.

'No, love,' said Fred, gently running a finger down her cheek. 'It's just, we didn't like to assume, that's all.'

Hermione looked relieved and put one hand on the twins' doorhandle.

'Woah, wait just a moment,' gasped George. 'Er, there's something we have to tell you about our sleeping arrangements. It's a bit bizarre, now I think about it, that you've never been in here, so we need to explain…'

'They're a little… um, unconventional,' Fred said.

Hermione tapped her foot. 'I am not doing this in a hammock, just so you know.'

Fred reached across her and opened the door. Inside was a regular young men's bedroom. A little messy, books and parchment strewn on the bedside tables. Clothes on a chair – and some on the floor. And one bed. A big bed.

'Oh.' Hermione looked a little taken aback. 'I think I assumed you'd have a bed each.'

The twins put their arms around her. 'It's not some kinky sex den, you know,' said George. 'Well, not much.' He winked at her. 'It's just that since he came back, Fred has terrible nightmares.'

Fred nodded. 'Not every night. Just now and then. And I get cold. You must have noticed I wear a jumper even in summer, these days.' Hermione nodded.

'It's easier this way,' George continued. 'If he has a nightmare or one of his chilly spells, I can just roll over. And hold him. You know, till it passes.'

'So… we needed a big bed,' Fred said, as if it made all the sense in the world.

Hermione looked from twin to twin, overcome by the love she felt between them. It did make all the sense in the world.

'We're ok?' asked George.

Hermione nodded fervently. 'Oh yes. More than ok. And this bed looks as if it'll have room for a third.'

The twins grinned, unable to believe their luck – at the night's turn of events, at her acceptance of their unconventional sleeping arrangements. Then Fred stepped forward to Hermione, and bent his head to kiss her deeply. George moved to her as well, and began to kiss her neck, nuzzle her ear, stroke her hair. Fred moved aside to allow George to kiss her and took up the caresses.

Hermione's breath became faster and faster until she shook her head a little. 'Boys. I think I need this to be slower. Can we just… go to bed and hold each other? Get used to being with each other like this? Physically, I mean.'

Fred looked deeply into her eyes. 'Absolutely. It's not a race.'

'We have all the time in the world,' George continued.

'All right then. I might just change – back in a second.' Hermione darted out of the room and into her own. When she returned in her summer pyjamas, she found that the twins had changed too: Fred in long pyjama bottoms and a long-sleeved top, George in fresh boxer shorts and the pyjama top from the same set as Fred's. They were sitting up on the bed, leaving a space between them. Tumblers of water had been conjured up on the bedside tables, and the lamps lowered to a soft light. Hermione climbed onto the bed, and nestled between them, lying with her head on Fred's shoulder, and George wrapped around her back, stroking her feet with his.

'You know what, Freddie?' George said.

'What's that, Georgie?' replied Fred, his voice again a little husky.

'I think we played this one well.' George couldn't keep the mischief out of his voice. Hermione refused to be goaded, instead luxuriating in the feeling of being held by two men. It felt right, just as things never had felt quite right with her previous relationships. She didn't know if it was the power of two, or whether it was because it was these two, but that didn't matter.

'Boys,' she said after a while. 'I think I could take a bit more kissing again now.'

They didn't hesitate, taking turns to kiss her intensely. Soon, Fred's mouth moved down beyond her neck, kissing along her collarbones, his fingers playing with a button on her top, but not ready to undo it, until her fingers moved to help him. He continued, undoing all her buttons, and then gently brushed aside the front of her pyjama top. 'George,' his voice huskier than ever.

George stopped kissing her for a moment, and the twins looked appreciatively at her small breasts for the first time. Hermione ran her hands over the twins, enjoying the taut Quidditch-trained bodies under their night clothes, which she had only felt before in the hugs they gave her when she returned home from work each day, or lolling on the sofa, resting against the shoulder of whichever twin was nearest.

George's hands now moved down to her stomach and trailed along the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, and Hermione bucked her hips a little in encouragement. George worked down the waistband and pushed her pyjama bottoms aside. The usually talkative twins were silent now, as was Hermione herself, but all were in tune, each moving at a pace that suited them perfectly.

'You're a bit magnificent, Granger, you know that?' George said softly in her ear at last.

Hermione looked at them both and then quickly down at herself, practically naked except for the open pyjama top draped on her shoulders. 'I think you are both wearing too many clothes! Do you feel comfortable being naked with each other?'

They both barked with laughter. Neither answered, but their clothes were off in a second, and they again lay alongside her, holding her close. Fred started to ease off the light pyjama top she still wore. Hermione froze.

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