Hermione stirred into consciousness as she heard Drew crying softly, before she even had the chance to open her eyes she heard someone enter the room and hush the crying infant. Hermione could still Fred's warm body next to her so she knew it must be George, she stretched her legs out in the bed. Hermione loved her bed; she and Fred had bought it new as soon as they moved in together.
Hermione could hear George ever so softly cooing and other hushing noises in the almost pitch black room, wearing only his boxers he held Drew close to his bare chest. Hermione opened her eyes, they took a moment to focus in the darkness, she could see George's silhouette rocking backwards and forward.
Hermione sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets to make sure she covered he lap, she was only wearing black panties and a white singlet, "George, bring him here." Hermione whispered to George, turning the lamp next to the bed on its dullest setting.
George sat on the edge of the bed, Drew had stopped crying but he was still awake and looked unhappy. George was surprised to see Hermione take her singlet off and sat there topless, George handed Drew to his mum who started breast feeding.
George felt perverted but he couldn't help but notice the parallels between what he did with Hermione last night and what his son was doing now, he did even realise he was staring.
"He really is beautiful," George smiled.
"That he is," Hermione said, looking up to George and returning the smile.
Drew finished drinking; Hermione placed his facing backward on her shoulder and gently patted his back till he burped. Being careful to support Drew, Hermione shuffled down the bed so she was lying down. Drew was still wrapped in his bundle of blankets, he lay in front of Hermione, she was on her side facing Drew. Hermione's right hand gently rested on her new born protectivly.
"I will see you in the morning," George farewelled.
"Wait," Hermione said as she saw the now sleeping Drew rouse, "stay."
George raised his eyebrows, but climbed into the large bed next to Drew. George was on his side facing Hermione; he placed his right hand on Hermione's. She leant forward and placed a soft swift kiss on George's lips, "night George."
"Night Hermione, night Drew," George said quietly as he turned off the light and closed his eyes. Sweet dreams were ensured to follow.
Drew did not interrupt the rest of the night; George was the first to wake in the morning. The first thing me noticed was his hand slowly rising and falling with the movement of Drew's chest. George smiled at his sleeping son, he then looked up at Hermione whose chest was no longer covered by the bedding. Fred's dead arm was wrapped around Hermione's waist.
George attempted to leave the bed stealthily failed, as soon as his contact from Drew's chest and Hermione's hand ceased Hermione woke.
"Good morning," she whispered sleepily, she had had a very good night's sleep. She had expected her first twenty hours of motherhood to be more difficult, although she guessed that the extra pair of hands helped. In many situations an extra pair of hands was useful.
"Morning," he replied with an aggrieved smile, he had just noticed that Fred was awake and now kissing Hermione's shoulder.
"Come on little man," George said oddly as he picked Drew up without waking him, "let's go see what is in the kitchen."
"Good morning," Hermione giggled playfully as she rolled over and pulled the sheets over her head and Fred's.
"Did you sleep well?" Fred asked as he smiled mischievously pinning her hands above her head and tickling her neck and collarbone with his tongue.
George knew he should be more jealous, but how could he be, as when his brother was with Hermione, he had Drew all to himself. George rocked Drew who was now beginning to wake up, as he did he thought about what had happened last night, replaying it in his head.
George shook his head, he was reading too much into it, Hermione only took her top off to feed Drew... George, it wasn't necessary to take her top off, most mothers he had seen with babies lifted the child under the shirt. Taking her top off wasn't essential, this had only confused him more.
Then there was the kiss, she had kissed him on the lips briefly before wishing him a good night. It hadn't been a deep or passionate kiss, but it certainly hadn't been a kiss shared between friends. George continued to ponder last night's events as he ate his breakfast. There was a magical rocking cradle in the longue he could have used to place Drew in, however, George took comfort in holding the infant. Child rearing is one of those things that should be done the muggle way, without all those magical short cuts.
Fred and Hermione emerged from their bedroom nearing lunchtime.
"I'm ravished," Hermione stated as she looked into the pantry, she certainly was in a euphoric mood.
"Let's go out for lunch," Fred suggested as he leaned over the infant in George's arm, "good morning buddy." Fred kissed the tiny baby on the forehead.
Hermione looked to George, "are you up for lunch?"
"Sure, it will be nice to all go out again," George said before trailing off, he had nearly added, 'since your engagement party.' Luckily he had bit his tongue, George wondered if Hermione had told Fred about the kiss.
Hermione went and changed Drew before the left, both Fred and George had wanted to but Hermione had insisted. She knew that they wanted to be involved, but so did she.
Lunch went without a hitch, actually it was very comforting, the twins were chatting away like mad in the same way they use to at Hogwarts. They checked out a few shops before heading home, Hermione was exhausted. Going out with Drew and the twins was like being a mother of three! However Hermione welcomed the feeling of exhaustion, as in this case it meant that Fred and George were back to being themselves.
The threesome hung out in the lounge room while Drew slept. They needed their rest before heading off to Molly's for dinner. Hermione was surprised she had kept Molly at bay for Drew's first day.
"My boys, Hermione, oh Drew," Molly squealed as she quickly hugged the adult guests before pouncing on the baby in Fred's arms.
Arthur gave Fred a pat on the back, "he is a good looking little lad."
"With looks like ours, it is no wonder," George joked.
Fred smiled without a glimpse of annoyance, this mad George even more curious as to whether Hermione had talked to Fred about himself. Hermione glanced across the room to look at Ginny, who she saw, looking back at her.
"Everyone knows I'm the better looking identical twin," Fred joked, playfully punching his brother.
Molly loudly fussed over Drew, Hermione was pleased that Ginny and Harry were the only other guests this afternoon. There didn't seem to be enough Drew to go around, currently Molly was swatting Ginny's hands away, "just five more minutes."
Drew was put into a cradle in the lounge whilst everyone sat down to eat. Arthur sat down with Harry and Ginny, on one side of the table with Hermione between the twins on the other. Hermione couldn't help but smile to herself at the normality of the scene.
Molly busied herself with huge dishes of food; she placed the dishes on the table and eagerly encouraged her guests to load up their plates. Eventually she took a seat at the end of the table next to her husband.
"It's all delicious Molly," Hermione complemented her mother in-law as she placed another scoop of salad on her plate.
"Very delectable," Fred winked at Harry and Ginny who sat opposite him when do one was looking. The pair tried not to choke as the suppressed a laugh. He placed his right hand on Hermione's thigh; she paused chewing momentarily as she smiled, before she continued eating, with the smile still reminiscent.
Fred leaned forward and pulled a face at George, that Hermione thought was odd. Moments later George's hand joined his brothers, his left hand started stroking her thigh through her robes. George quickly glanced up at Fred who was now eating awkwardly with his left hand only, incongruously Fred was chatting away to Harry about the ministry.
Hermione went to stand up and help Molly clear the table, but the twins were too quick for her, the each moved their hands from her lap and held her shoulders.
"Don't even think about it." They said in unison, Hermione had always loved how they did that, it hadn't happened in a while. The twins jumped up and quickly rushed to their mother's aid.
Molly was positively delighted at her son's eagerness to help her but more importantly they were getting along as brilliantly as they did when they were at school. She couldn't help noticing the looks her sons shared with each other and her beautiful daughter in law. Harry and Arthur seemed to be themselves but Ginny was also acting a little peculiar, shooting looks at George with high intensity. They were looks of confusion with a hint of sympathy. Molly suspected it had to do with baby Drew, perhaps Ginny was curious as to why Fred had so suddenly properly forgiven George.
Molly turned around as the twins took their seats again, just in time to catch Ginny throwing Fred a look of loathing. Ginny couldn't believe what Fred had done to Hermione, although she knew it wasn't entirely Fred's fault. Everyone had played their part; Ginny imagined finding Harry in bed with someone, who knows what she would do. Ginny knew for certain it wouldn't be pretty.
"He sure does sleep a lot," Arthur said jollily, "reminds me a bit of you as a baby George."
Fred instinctively narrowed his eyes momentarily, though it didn't go unnoticed by Hermione, Ginny or Mrs Weasley.
Arthur continued, unaware of the awkward silent tension in the room, "not like you Fred, you never shut up. You were either laughing or crying, I don't know how we got any sleep."
"Lucky things like that aren't genetic," Hermione said with a fake smile on her face, she wrapped her arms round her husband's neck, "we made a perfect baby." Hermione then proceeded to swiftly kiss her husband, trying her best to reassure him.
"How about dessert," Ginny interjected to prevent the conversation becoming a brawl. After Arthur's comments the twins and Hermione became recluse in the conversation. Everyone kept their hands to themselves as they ate in almost silence, only talking when asked a direct question.
"That was lovely Molly," Hermione thanked her mother in law as she gave her a hug.
"You are welcome dear," Molly smiled as she squeezed her.
"Hey Hermione, can I come pick up that dress I left at your place the other day?" Ginny asked.
"Sure," Hermione said after momentarily pausing, she wondered why Ginny wanted to talk to her away from the presence of her mother. Ginny farewelled Harry and left with the twins and Hermione.
The women walked up the garden path with the twins flanking them, Ginny thought it was a good idea to try keep the twins separate at this time.
Fred was carrying Drew in a very possessive manner, he was still sleeping.
Once at the trios apartment Ginny asked to spend a few moments alone with Hermione, she also managed to get Drew out of Fred's arms without too much of a power struggle.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked Hermione tentatively.
"It isn't up to me," Hermione said absentmindedly as she stared at Drew in Ginny's arms.
"They aren't stupid Hermione, you just need to point out that there is no way of knowing and that you want them to be a family." Ginny said maturely.
Hermione nodded in response but didn't say anything.
"How about I take Drew for the night, so you three can work things out? You can collect him anytime tomorrow, I am more than happy to keep him though if you don't want him back," Ginny smiled as she rocked her arms playfully.
"Thanks, that would be great," Hermione smiled relieved that she didn't need to worry about Drew's welfare tonight. Before she spoke to Ginny she was quite sure there would be yelling and screaming waking up her son tonight, thankfully now Hermione had faith that tonight wouldn't turn into a verbal bloodbath.
Ginny disappeared with Drew in her arms and Hermione made her way up the hall, standing in the corridor she said loudly, "you can come out now."
Both men sulked out of their rooms like guilty naughty children, Fred quickly asked, "where is Drew."
"Ginny took him for this evening," Hermione said calmly.
"Why?" George asked stupidly, Hermione quickly replied, "so we can talk like adults."
"I'm listening," Fred said sulking, Arthur's comments had clearly upset him, reigniting his anger with George.
Hermione huffed, "Seriously Fred, snap out of it. I don't have time for you to whinging, do you George?"
George looked a bit scared by Hermione's angry tone. He nodded his head in agreement with her statement. Hermione continued, "We will never know who fathered Drew. Worrying about it is just stupid; nothing will be gained from it. You know I love you both and I want us to be a family." Hermione said defiantly.
Fred hugged Hermione tightly as she tried to struggle from his grip, she eventually gave in and let him hug her. Her arms were trapped under his and he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry Hermione for being such a jerk. Why do you put up with us?" He complimented.
"Well you don't hurt my eyes when I look at either of you," Hermione said teasingly.
Fred kissed her neck, Hermione continued, "you're not bad at that either."
"I'm sorry mate," Fred directed at his brother, he signalled for his brother to hug him. George's front pressed into Hermione's back as he hugged his brother and her. She saw sandwiched in the middle of the two.
"Thanks," George responded, forgiving his brothers juvenile behaviour earlier.
Fred had loosened his grip allowing Hermione's arms to go free, his hands now rested on her hips lightly. Hermione's lips captured Fred's in a famished fashion, before breathlessly saying, "Thank you for playing nice."
Hermione felt George's body move away from hers and Fred's, it gave her enough room to spin on the spot. Fred's hands were still on her hips; Hermione latched her hands onto George's waist and pulled him close. Fred's hands were now pressed between Hermione's hips and his brother's upper thighs.
"Where do you think you are going?" Hermione asked, still breathless. "Aren't you to going to play nice?"
George paused for a moment before responding, "as long as the kissing and making up doesn't involve kissing him."
Hermione laughed, she had absolute no desire to see the twins together, even though she knew some people were into that. Hermione cringed slightly at the thought, but it passed very quickly as George put his hands on the small of her back and pulled her closer before kissing her neck and collar bone. Making their intentions clear, Fred started battering her neck with suction on the opposite side to his brothers. Hermione's airways were temporarily uncovered but she still had difficulty breathing, although she didn't know if this was because of the warm feeling developing in the pit of her stomach or because she was so tightly jammed in between the muscled bodies of Fred and George Weasley.
Hermione buried her head into the shoulder George was working on, so her face was now blocking access to her neck. George got the hint and began kissing her cheeks and jaw, Hermione lunged her face sideways and bit his lip in a show of annoyance. George chuckled at his punishment before he obliged to the beautiful woman's wishes and cleaned her tonsils with his tongue.
As further punishment Hermione pulled away after only a handful of seconds, she spun her head in the opposite direction. Hermione licked Fred's forehead in three small strokes, he quickly caught onto her bodies requirements and fulfilled them with his mouth.
Fred pulled away panting breathlessly, grabbing Hermione's hand he headed to the master bedroom, Hermione used her spare hand to quickly grab George's hand and pulled him into the room after her
OMG... another drama alert :P mwahaha
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