A/N: This is a point in my story where I needed to change the
narritave. There is so much going on in both the past and present that
the story needs to be told from different P.O.Vs. Also, this chapter is
rated R. It contains scenes of a sexual nature, and does not involved
Malfoy. If you're really not interested in reading about a threesome
then go to the end of the chapter for a brief summery of the plot
points. This chapter may seem out of place and doesn't tie in with the
story, but it will later on.
Hermione took a shower and went back to her room to change into more comfortable clothing. She knew people stared at her oddly whenever she wore the muggle clothes she was used to wearing around her parents and muggle friends, but opting for a white tank top and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms allowed for far more comfort than her witch robes. After she changed, she sat down by the window and stared out to the Diagon Ally she never knew. Under normal circumstances she would have reveled at the idea of being in another time period, and such a historical one for the muggle and wizarding worlds, but now she had to do everything should could not to think about Viktor. It was her fault. It had to have been. She should have never brought him back to England with her, if she hadn't he'd still be in Bulgaria and safe. No. She couldn't blame herself, it wasn't right. He knew what he was getting himself into when he joined their side for the war. It was just a sad accident.
Then on top of that were her indecisive feelings for Draco. She did love him. She knew she did. She just wasn't sure if he really loved her back. How could he know what love was when he never experienced any type of love before? She was afraid that he only thought he was in love because after years of hatred she was showing him kindness. Something that even Ron and Harry refused to do, despite how he'd helped them the previous year. She couldn't be sure it was love on his part until he'd proven it beyond a doubt. He hadn't done that yet. All he'd shown her since she arrived back in England was jealousy, loathing, and spite. He was acting like a child, and right now she needed someone who was going to be an adult.
She sighed and looked out at the dark clouds looming over the street. It was going to rain. She ran her fingers through her red hair. She was never one to really care about her appearance, but she'd never dyed her hair before and just wasn't used to the change. She looked down at the crowded street. She saw Fred and George heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. They were impossible to miss with their tall stature and red hair. At least she wasn't alone. Tomorrow they were to start at Hogwarts under false identities. They were going to be sorted into Slytherin and start their mission of spying on Tom Riddle. There was a knock on her door. She told them to come in. Fred and George waltzed in wearing clothes from that particular time era.
"What do you think?" Fred asked. She smiled.
"They look good on you two, but you've done the tie wrong." she stood up and adjusted it for him. He smiled back at her.
"What about me?" George did a little twirl.
"Beautiful, darling." she said as he took her hand and twirled her around. She was happy to be there with them. She couldn't have asked for better company aside from Ron and Harry.
"We got you something too!" Fred revealed a bag he'd hidden behind his back and handed it to her. In it was a creme colored pleated dress, fashionable from that era as Hermione remembered correctly. She smiled again.
"Thank you." she hugged them and set it down on her bed.
"Well there's a game of wizard chess going on downstairs."
"Care to join us?"
"No, I think I'm going to stay here and brush up on the history." she said and motioned towards the stack of books sitting on the desk.
"Well, if you ever get tired of it, feel free to join us."
"Our room is just down the hall, door number five."
"We'll be in there after we win a few games"
"All right. See you later." she replied.
After they left she picked up one of the books in the pile. She flipped through the pages of the second edition of iHogwarts, A History/i. She had the modern one memorized and felt awkward reading the same book with so much left out of it. She knew she had to be careful around the school and not mention anything that hadn't been invented yet or hadn't happened. She couldn't focus on the words written on the pages though, her mind kept going back to its previous thoughts about Viktor and Draco. How could Draco be so cruel if he really did love her? She tried to push it from her mind, but a small voice in her head screamed the answer. She'd been treating him equally as bad. She shouldn't have ended the relationship the way she had. And she shouldn't have pushed it the way she did when they saw each other again. She shouldn't have brought Viktor into the situation, but Malfoy had made her so angry. The whole time they were together he wouldn't speak of their relationship. Now he was acting as if he was the best thing to ever happen to her. Although she had to admit, that there was probably some truth to that. Viktor was nice, but didn't treat her the same way that Draco had when they were alone together and just talking. She missed his cheeky smartass comments and wild streak. He had been the first person to actually admit he liked her and pursued her, unlike both Ron and Harry who she knew perfectly well liked her but were unable to admit it. Viktor had hinted at it even in asking her to the Yule Ball her fourth year, but he was still shy and acted as if she had been unapproachable. That had never stopped Draco, from the beginning. The fact that she wasn't a pureblood didn't even halt his attempts, when it should have. Nor did their five year feud seem push him away, it seemed to make him want her more. There was passion in their arguments and sensuality in the looks and touches they gave each other. No one had been as good as Draco Malfoy, and it made her stomach turn.
She didn't want to think about it anymore. She slammed the book shut and looked at the clock. She'd been in thought and half reading for almost two hours. That was excuse enough for her to allow herself a break, not so much from the reading but from her own thoughts. She changed into the dress, in case she was seen by any of the other tenants and went down the hall. She knocked on the twin's door and heard someone beckon her in.
"Hey, Fred's still downstairs. He finally met his match, thought he was going to out do this one bloke, but turns out he had a few tricks up his own sleeve." George smiled. He sat aside the book he was reading. Hermione caught the title of it and noticed it was a potions book she'd never seen before. George caught her glance.
"Oh this! We're trying to find a way to improve the Canary Creams. Apparently there were side effects we didn't know of until recently. Hey are you all right?" he asked.
Her confusion and pain was written all over her face. She needed someone to talk to, anyone but herself. Before she could answer though, Fred came jumping into the room with a big grin on his face.
"Fifty Galleons, thank you very much." he took a bow.
"Congratulations, brother." George replied with a crooked nod.
"Not only that, I nicked this from the bar." he sat down on the bed next to George and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Brilliant. We can celebrate our first night here in good ole nineteen forty-two." George replied and took the bottle. He looked up at Hermione.
"Normally we wouldn't allow underage wizards partake in alcohol consumption, but I think we can make a exception. Just don't tell Ron, he's been wanting to try this for ages." he replied and motioned for her to join them on the bed. She sat down next to Fred, who produced a shot glass from his pocket.
"You're awfully quiet, I mean no offense but I would have expected you to start lecturing or something, like you always do. You feeling all right?" he asked Hermione.
"I'm fine, I just need a drink." she half smiled.
Fred nodded and poured her a shot. It burned down her throat, but she felt a sense of relief come over her when the thoughts about Viktor and Malfoy stopped four shots later. Soon they were all drunk and the twins were telling her embarrassing stories and tricks they'd played on various members of the Weasley family.
"I thought Percy was going to murder us for sure!"
"So that's why he- Merlin! I never knew!" Hermione laughed and fell over on Fred.
"You have been acting differently lately. This have anything to do with that kid from Durmstrang?" George asked, taking a final shot and emptying out the bottle. Hermione stopped laughing and lay there a moment with her head in Fred's lap. She looked up at him.
"Yes and no." she replied drunkenly.
"He asked the question, not me." Fred laughed. Hermione sat up as they watched her intently. She felt she should answer; now she could talk.
"It's crazy but... I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy! Ferret boy who has the nerve to make fun of anyone and their parents because his father told him to?"
"No no, he's not like that anymore. Well I mean he is, but I was seeing him last year. We were dating and I broke it off, that's why he's like this again."
"Malfoy? The kid who can't even play Quidditch and is only on the team because he's rich, Malfoy?"
"Yes, you know who I'm talking about, we've gotten that straight. Well at least we've gotten something straight, all the thoughts in my head are swimming in a big pool of... swamp." she replied and almost fell over again.
"I can't believe you were seeing Malfoy."
"Yeah we figured something was odd when he was staying at Grimmauld's last Christmas"
"And when you two were bickering yesterday."
"but the actuality of you two even being friends-" Fred started.
"-was so unlikely that we didn't think anything of it. Oh the things we could've done to him." George finished.
"Ok, stop you two. I know you don't like him, but I haven't been the same since I left him. Something feels... missing." she confided.
"Is it that sickening feeling in your stomach that is prone to happen every time he's in the room, cause since we left him back there at the school? I've been missing that too. More of a relief actually." Fred joked.
Hermione broke down into tears. She didn't know if these were real emotions she was feeling or the effects of the alcohol in her system, but it felt good to cry. To cry about everything she'd been witness to the past six years, to cry about Viktor's death, to cry about her feelings and confusion about Malfoy. She was letting it all out.
"Now look what you've gone and done." George stated.
"Was it something I said?"
"Hey, Hermione. Don't cry. Fred didn't mean it, he's a git sometimes. Aw, look don't cry..." George put his arms around her, and gave Fred a questioning look.
Fred shook his head in confusion. George pulled Hermione away and looked into her eyes. She looked back at him. She didn't like being drunk. She couldn't tell what was going on, this wasn't her. She was a rational intelligent girl and she could feel herself doing the most irrational thing she'd ever done as she felt her lips touch George's. A warm sensation took over her. She pressed her mouth closer with his, and felt the softness of his tongue against her own. She'd stopped crying. She pulled away and they looked at each other.
"I'm sorry, Hermione for what I said. I feel horrible, we've never seen you cry before." Fred told her. She turned around and looked at him. He wiped away her tears.
"You've always been the strongest." George added.
"We've all had too much to drink." Fred stated and threw the empty Firewhiskey bottle aside.
"Maybe it's best we go to bed, we start working tomorrow."
"No, I don't want to sleep alone tonight." Hermione replied, quickly.
"You want to stay here then?"
"With us?"
"Yeah, if that's okay." she said.
Fred and George looked at each other then shrugged. She hugged onto Fred and laid her head down in his lap again.
"I just want someone who understands." she said quietly, closing her eyes.
"We're not all about jokes, you know. A lot of people have that misconception about us and a lot of the things that Harry's pulled you and Ron into scare us."
"Yeah, I mean don't get us wrong, we love Harry like family but the three of you have a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"We do understand." they said at the same time.
She leaned up and kissed Fred softly. George moved closer to her and brushed her hair off her back. He kissed her neck softly as she began kissing Fred more passionately. She felt a hand go up her dress, but she didn't know who it belonged to. She was at the point of intoxication where she couldn't tell the two of them apart. She wanted this. She wanted something better than Draco could give her, she wanted to rid her mind of him. He wasn't going to be the best thing she ever had. She refused to let him be right. She turned around and started making out with whichever twin was behind her. She kissed him vehemently and knocked him down onto the mattress. She started pulling at his clothes.
"Hermione."
"Hermione, slow down." Fred stated. She turned around and started kissing him, while George pulled off his sweater. He kneeled behind her and started undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. It fell from her slim body and he ran his hand across the smooth skin of her shoulder and back. She helped Fred take off his clothing and climbed on top of him, but did not allow him to enter. She let her hair fall over her face and it brushed against his chest. She kissed Fred passionately and smiled at him.
George pulled her off him and kissed her feverishly. Hermione completely gave herself into the kiss and found herself lying down while Fred went down on her and George made out with her. He kissed down her neck stopping at her breasts. Fred brought her to peak and she dug her nails into George's back. She wrapped her legs around George. The warmth she'd felt earlier when she'd kissed him returned as she felt him enter her. She grasped onto his back. She was dizzy, but she was too caught in the moment to care. She felt Fred behind her kissing on her and playing with her. The twins brought her to orgasm again and she felt the coolness of the bedding against her back as she was laid down. She felt herself being mounted by Fred and closed her eyes as she went down on George.
Hermione woke up the next morning; her head feeling like it was going to explode. She was nauseous and the morning sunlight hurt her eyes when she opened them. It took her a moment to register the events that had taken place the previous night. She gasped and tried to sit up. George was on one side of her and Fred was on the other, both fast asleep. She softly moved their arms off her and crawled out of bed. She threw on her dress and ran back to her room.
"Stupid! Stupid!" she cursed under her breath and slammed her foot on the ground. She definitely wasn't herself that night and there was no way to take it back unless she used the time turner again. Even then she'd always know. They weren't supposed to mess with time. They weren't supposed to do anything to disrupt the environment around them. Could what they did last night effect the future between the three of them? So badly she wanted to talk to Harry. He always knew what to say to her, and he usually understood, even if it took him awhile to cool down. She would have to talk with him when they got back from their mission. Oh no! She'd be spending the next week working with them. How could she have allowed herself to drink so much? Maybe they were too drunk to remember? Somehow though, she had a feeling that would not be the case. She went and took a shower then prepared to get to the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione met the twins downstairs. They had a quick and quiet breakfast before heading off to King's Cross. Fred was reading the iDaily Prophet/i, as he waited for Hermione to finish eating.
"This is interesting, the battle we know as 'The Battle of Stalingrad' has started." he whispered and pushed the paper over to Hermione, thinking that she'd be interested. And normally she would, but she hadn't made eye contact with either of them since coming down the stairs and flushed a light pink when he spoke. After she and George had finished they started making their way to King's Cross. They were walking, as it wasn't too far to the station.
"About last night, Hermione." George started.
"Yeah we need to talk." Fred added.
"What about last night?" she asked, walking a little faster and clutching her books a little tighter.
"It's probably best we don't mention it to anyone."
"Yeah, anyone. This means Ron and Harry."
"Why on earth would I tell them? I'm not oblivious to the fact that Ron's been in love with me, probably since first year. It would destroy him if he knew, and no doubt your mother would find out, and... I don't plan on telling him." she replied. She refused to look back at them. She felt ashamed. She didn't completely regret it, but at the same time she was worried about what all of it would mean in the end.
"Or Harry." Fred added.
"Or Harry. Last night was just cause we were... well drunk... right?" she stopped finally turning to face them. They stopped too.
"Right." they answered together. She turned back around. George caught up with her.
"Listen, I've fancied you sure. Who hasn't really? You've grown up to be this remarkable, beautiful, talented witch. It's just neither of us want to do that to Ron. He's our little brother."
"Wait... you think that I wanted to be with one of you... as in TOGETHER?"
"Well don't you?" Fred asked. Hermione smirked, but caught herself.
"No, I don't want to do that to Ron either. Besides, I'm in love with someone else... I just don't want to be with him and-"
"We know." they said.
"So you see, it was just sex."
"Exactly. Still friends then?" George asked, offering his hand for a shake.
"Friends." she replied with a smile, and shook his hand.
A/N: So yeah, there's the chapter. For those of you who didn't want it, here's a summery:
Hermione, Fred, and George are now in 1942. Hermione is struggling with inner termoil about her feelings for Malfoy and she really doesn't know how to cope with everything that's going on because Viktor's death was so sudden. She's blaming herself, but trying to talk herself out of the blame. She gets tired of fighting with herself and goes to hang out with Fred and George. They all get drunk and she sleeps with him, out of being drunk and because she's hurt by Malfoy always saying hes the best thing she ever had. She wakes up the next morning, regreting it, and there's akward silence. On the way to King's Cross, they talk it over and conclude what happened was just because they were drunk and they're not going to mention it to anyone and remain friends. Next Chapter will be up in the next few days.
Hermione took a shower and went back to her room to change into more comfortable clothing. She knew people stared at her oddly whenever she wore the muggle clothes she was used to wearing around her parents and muggle friends, but opting for a white tank top and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms allowed for far more comfort than her witch robes. After she changed, she sat down by the window and stared out to the Diagon Ally she never knew. Under normal circumstances she would have reveled at the idea of being in another time period, and such a historical one for the muggle and wizarding worlds, but now she had to do everything should could not to think about Viktor. It was her fault. It had to have been. She should have never brought him back to England with her, if she hadn't he'd still be in Bulgaria and safe. No. She couldn't blame herself, it wasn't right. He knew what he was getting himself into when he joined their side for the war. It was just a sad accident.
Then on top of that were her indecisive feelings for Draco. She did love him. She knew she did. She just wasn't sure if he really loved her back. How could he know what love was when he never experienced any type of love before? She was afraid that he only thought he was in love because after years of hatred she was showing him kindness. Something that even Ron and Harry refused to do, despite how he'd helped them the previous year. She couldn't be sure it was love on his part until he'd proven it beyond a doubt. He hadn't done that yet. All he'd shown her since she arrived back in England was jealousy, loathing, and spite. He was acting like a child, and right now she needed someone who was going to be an adult.
She sighed and looked out at the dark clouds looming over the street. It was going to rain. She ran her fingers through her red hair. She was never one to really care about her appearance, but she'd never dyed her hair before and just wasn't used to the change. She looked down at the crowded street. She saw Fred and George heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. They were impossible to miss with their tall stature and red hair. At least she wasn't alone. Tomorrow they were to start at Hogwarts under false identities. They were going to be sorted into Slytherin and start their mission of spying on Tom Riddle. There was a knock on her door. She told them to come in. Fred and George waltzed in wearing clothes from that particular time era.
"What do you think?" Fred asked. She smiled.
"They look good on you two, but you've done the tie wrong." she stood up and adjusted it for him. He smiled back at her.
"What about me?" George did a little twirl.
"Beautiful, darling." she said as he took her hand and twirled her around. She was happy to be there with them. She couldn't have asked for better company aside from Ron and Harry.
"We got you something too!" Fred revealed a bag he'd hidden behind his back and handed it to her. In it was a creme colored pleated dress, fashionable from that era as Hermione remembered correctly. She smiled again.
"Thank you." she hugged them and set it down on her bed.
"Well there's a game of wizard chess going on downstairs."
"Care to join us?"
"No, I think I'm going to stay here and brush up on the history." she said and motioned towards the stack of books sitting on the desk.
"Well, if you ever get tired of it, feel free to join us."
"Our room is just down the hall, door number five."
"We'll be in there after we win a few games"
"All right. See you later." she replied.
After they left she picked up one of the books in the pile. She flipped through the pages of the second edition of iHogwarts, A History/i. She had the modern one memorized and felt awkward reading the same book with so much left out of it. She knew she had to be careful around the school and not mention anything that hadn't been invented yet or hadn't happened. She couldn't focus on the words written on the pages though, her mind kept going back to its previous thoughts about Viktor and Draco. How could Draco be so cruel if he really did love her? She tried to push it from her mind, but a small voice in her head screamed the answer. She'd been treating him equally as bad. She shouldn't have ended the relationship the way she had. And she shouldn't have pushed it the way she did when they saw each other again. She shouldn't have brought Viktor into the situation, but Malfoy had made her so angry. The whole time they were together he wouldn't speak of their relationship. Now he was acting as if he was the best thing to ever happen to her. Although she had to admit, that there was probably some truth to that. Viktor was nice, but didn't treat her the same way that Draco had when they were alone together and just talking. She missed his cheeky smartass comments and wild streak. He had been the first person to actually admit he liked her and pursued her, unlike both Ron and Harry who she knew perfectly well liked her but were unable to admit it. Viktor had hinted at it even in asking her to the Yule Ball her fourth year, but he was still shy and acted as if she had been unapproachable. That had never stopped Draco, from the beginning. The fact that she wasn't a pureblood didn't even halt his attempts, when it should have. Nor did their five year feud seem push him away, it seemed to make him want her more. There was passion in their arguments and sensuality in the looks and touches they gave each other. No one had been as good as Draco Malfoy, and it made her stomach turn.
She didn't want to think about it anymore. She slammed the book shut and looked at the clock. She'd been in thought and half reading for almost two hours. That was excuse enough for her to allow herself a break, not so much from the reading but from her own thoughts. She changed into the dress, in case she was seen by any of the other tenants and went down the hall. She knocked on the twin's door and heard someone beckon her in.
"Hey, Fred's still downstairs. He finally met his match, thought he was going to out do this one bloke, but turns out he had a few tricks up his own sleeve." George smiled. He sat aside the book he was reading. Hermione caught the title of it and noticed it was a potions book she'd never seen before. George caught her glance.
"Oh this! We're trying to find a way to improve the Canary Creams. Apparently there were side effects we didn't know of until recently. Hey are you all right?" he asked.
Her confusion and pain was written all over her face. She needed someone to talk to, anyone but herself. Before she could answer though, Fred came jumping into the room with a big grin on his face.
"Fifty Galleons, thank you very much." he took a bow.
"Congratulations, brother." George replied with a crooked nod.
"Not only that, I nicked this from the bar." he sat down on the bed next to George and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Brilliant. We can celebrate our first night here in good ole nineteen forty-two." George replied and took the bottle. He looked up at Hermione.
"Normally we wouldn't allow underage wizards partake in alcohol consumption, but I think we can make a exception. Just don't tell Ron, he's been wanting to try this for ages." he replied and motioned for her to join them on the bed. She sat down next to Fred, who produced a shot glass from his pocket.
"You're awfully quiet, I mean no offense but I would have expected you to start lecturing or something, like you always do. You feeling all right?" he asked Hermione.
"I'm fine, I just need a drink." she half smiled.
Fred nodded and poured her a shot. It burned down her throat, but she felt a sense of relief come over her when the thoughts about Viktor and Malfoy stopped four shots later. Soon they were all drunk and the twins were telling her embarrassing stories and tricks they'd played on various members of the Weasley family.
"I thought Percy was going to murder us for sure!"
"So that's why he- Merlin! I never knew!" Hermione laughed and fell over on Fred.
"You have been acting differently lately. This have anything to do with that kid from Durmstrang?" George asked, taking a final shot and emptying out the bottle. Hermione stopped laughing and lay there a moment with her head in Fred's lap. She looked up at him.
"Yes and no." she replied drunkenly.
"He asked the question, not me." Fred laughed. Hermione sat up as they watched her intently. She felt she should answer; now she could talk.
"It's crazy but... I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy! Ferret boy who has the nerve to make fun of anyone and their parents because his father told him to?"
"No no, he's not like that anymore. Well I mean he is, but I was seeing him last year. We were dating and I broke it off, that's why he's like this again."
"Malfoy? The kid who can't even play Quidditch and is only on the team because he's rich, Malfoy?"
"Yes, you know who I'm talking about, we've gotten that straight. Well at least we've gotten something straight, all the thoughts in my head are swimming in a big pool of... swamp." she replied and almost fell over again.
"I can't believe you were seeing Malfoy."
"Yeah we figured something was odd when he was staying at Grimmauld's last Christmas"
"And when you two were bickering yesterday."
"but the actuality of you two even being friends-" Fred started.
"-was so unlikely that we didn't think anything of it. Oh the things we could've done to him." George finished.
"Ok, stop you two. I know you don't like him, but I haven't been the same since I left him. Something feels... missing." she confided.
"Is it that sickening feeling in your stomach that is prone to happen every time he's in the room, cause since we left him back there at the school? I've been missing that too. More of a relief actually." Fred joked.
Hermione broke down into tears. She didn't know if these were real emotions she was feeling or the effects of the alcohol in her system, but it felt good to cry. To cry about everything she'd been witness to the past six years, to cry about Viktor's death, to cry about her feelings and confusion about Malfoy. She was letting it all out.
"Now look what you've gone and done." George stated.
"Was it something I said?"
"Hey, Hermione. Don't cry. Fred didn't mean it, he's a git sometimes. Aw, look don't cry..." George put his arms around her, and gave Fred a questioning look.
Fred shook his head in confusion. George pulled Hermione away and looked into her eyes. She looked back at him. She didn't like being drunk. She couldn't tell what was going on, this wasn't her. She was a rational intelligent girl and she could feel herself doing the most irrational thing she'd ever done as she felt her lips touch George's. A warm sensation took over her. She pressed her mouth closer with his, and felt the softness of his tongue against her own. She'd stopped crying. She pulled away and they looked at each other.
"I'm sorry, Hermione for what I said. I feel horrible, we've never seen you cry before." Fred told her. She turned around and looked at him. He wiped away her tears.
"You've always been the strongest." George added.
"We've all had too much to drink." Fred stated and threw the empty Firewhiskey bottle aside.
"Maybe it's best we go to bed, we start working tomorrow."
"No, I don't want to sleep alone tonight." Hermione replied, quickly.
"You want to stay here then?"
"With us?"
"Yeah, if that's okay." she said.
Fred and George looked at each other then shrugged. She hugged onto Fred and laid her head down in his lap again.
"I just want someone who understands." she said quietly, closing her eyes.
"We're not all about jokes, you know. A lot of people have that misconception about us and a lot of the things that Harry's pulled you and Ron into scare us."
"Yeah, I mean don't get us wrong, we love Harry like family but the three of you have a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"We do understand." they said at the same time.
She leaned up and kissed Fred softly. George moved closer to her and brushed her hair off her back. He kissed her neck softly as she began kissing Fred more passionately. She felt a hand go up her dress, but she didn't know who it belonged to. She was at the point of intoxication where she couldn't tell the two of them apart. She wanted this. She wanted something better than Draco could give her, she wanted to rid her mind of him. He wasn't going to be the best thing she ever had. She refused to let him be right. She turned around and started making out with whichever twin was behind her. She kissed him vehemently and knocked him down onto the mattress. She started pulling at his clothes.
"Hermione."
"Hermione, slow down." Fred stated. She turned around and started kissing him, while George pulled off his sweater. He kneeled behind her and started undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. It fell from her slim body and he ran his hand across the smooth skin of her shoulder and back. She helped Fred take off his clothing and climbed on top of him, but did not allow him to enter. She let her hair fall over her face and it brushed against his chest. She kissed Fred passionately and smiled at him.
George pulled her off him and kissed her feverishly. Hermione completely gave herself into the kiss and found herself lying down while Fred went down on her and George made out with her. He kissed down her neck stopping at her breasts. Fred brought her to peak and she dug her nails into George's back. She wrapped her legs around George. The warmth she'd felt earlier when she'd kissed him returned as she felt him enter her. She grasped onto his back. She was dizzy, but she was too caught in the moment to care. She felt Fred behind her kissing on her and playing with her. The twins brought her to orgasm again and she felt the coolness of the bedding against her back as she was laid down. She felt herself being mounted by Fred and closed her eyes as she went down on George.
Hermione woke up the next morning; her head feeling like it was going to explode. She was nauseous and the morning sunlight hurt her eyes when she opened them. It took her a moment to register the events that had taken place the previous night. She gasped and tried to sit up. George was on one side of her and Fred was on the other, both fast asleep. She softly moved their arms off her and crawled out of bed. She threw on her dress and ran back to her room.
"Stupid! Stupid!" she cursed under her breath and slammed her foot on the ground. She definitely wasn't herself that night and there was no way to take it back unless she used the time turner again. Even then she'd always know. They weren't supposed to mess with time. They weren't supposed to do anything to disrupt the environment around them. Could what they did last night effect the future between the three of them? So badly she wanted to talk to Harry. He always knew what to say to her, and he usually understood, even if it took him awhile to cool down. She would have to talk with him when they got back from their mission. Oh no! She'd be spending the next week working with them. How could she have allowed herself to drink so much? Maybe they were too drunk to remember? Somehow though, she had a feeling that would not be the case. She went and took a shower then prepared to get to the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione met the twins downstairs. They had a quick and quiet breakfast before heading off to King's Cross. Fred was reading the iDaily Prophet/i, as he waited for Hermione to finish eating.
"This is interesting, the battle we know as 'The Battle of Stalingrad' has started." he whispered and pushed the paper over to Hermione, thinking that she'd be interested. And normally she would, but she hadn't made eye contact with either of them since coming down the stairs and flushed a light pink when he spoke. After she and George had finished they started making their way to King's Cross. They were walking, as it wasn't too far to the station.
"About last night, Hermione." George started.
"Yeah we need to talk." Fred added.
"What about last night?" she asked, walking a little faster and clutching her books a little tighter.
"It's probably best we don't mention it to anyone."
"Yeah, anyone. This means Ron and Harry."
"Why on earth would I tell them? I'm not oblivious to the fact that Ron's been in love with me, probably since first year. It would destroy him if he knew, and no doubt your mother would find out, and... I don't plan on telling him." she replied. She refused to look back at them. She felt ashamed. She didn't completely regret it, but at the same time she was worried about what all of it would mean in the end.
"Or Harry." Fred added.
"Or Harry. Last night was just cause we were... well drunk... right?" she stopped finally turning to face them. They stopped too.
"Right." they answered together. She turned back around. George caught up with her.
"Listen, I've fancied you sure. Who hasn't really? You've grown up to be this remarkable, beautiful, talented witch. It's just neither of us want to do that to Ron. He's our little brother."
"Wait... you think that I wanted to be with one of you... as in TOGETHER?"
"Well don't you?" Fred asked. Hermione smirked, but caught herself.
"No, I don't want to do that to Ron either. Besides, I'm in love with someone else... I just don't want to be with him and-"
"We know." they said.
"So you see, it was just sex."
"Exactly. Still friends then?" George asked, offering his hand for a shake.
"Friends." she replied with a smile, and shook his hand.
A/N: So yeah, there's the chapter. For those of you who didn't want it, here's a summery:
Hermione, Fred, and George are now in 1942. Hermione is struggling with inner termoil about her feelings for Malfoy and she really doesn't know how to cope with everything that's going on because Viktor's death was so sudden. She's blaming herself, but trying to talk herself out of the blame. She gets tired of fighting with herself and goes to hang out with Fred and George. They all get drunk and she sleeps with him, out of being drunk and because she's hurt by Malfoy always saying hes the best thing she ever had. She wakes up the next morning, regreting it, and there's akward silence. On the way to King's Cross, they talk it over and conclude what happened was just because they were drunk and they're not going to mention it to anyone and remain friends. Next Chapter will be up in the next few days.