Within and hour the five of them where completely smashed. Hermione was lying on the floor, spilling beer down her front as she tried to drink and laugh at the same time. She could hardly admit it but it felt great to be back with her friends... almost as though things had never changed. Everything felt so warm and friendly. They passed a bong back and fourth and laughed and remembered...

It had been seven years since the trio had graduated from Hogwarts, four since the Dark Lord had been defeated. Looking back, Hermione could hardly believe how much she'd changed. Once the revered and esteemed founder of the National Association for the Advancement of House Elves (NAAHE) and a top auror, now a Los Angeles burnout... And for what purpose? Deep down she knew Harry and Ron would never intentionally fuck her over the way they did... But the hurt and the abandonment still ate her up inside.

During The Great War, Hermione's house had been demolished with her husband to be, Roger Davies, inside it. After the funeral, Harry and Ron offered to let Hermione move into their flat until she found her own place. All her other close friends where moving to the states to work as ambassadors for the Ministry. However, on the day that Hermione had gathered up her remaining possessions and lugged them over to Harry and Ron's, the two where nowhere to be found. Hermione had tried everything to get into the apartment, from Alohomora to a Muggle locksmith but nothing had worked and no one seemed to know where they had gone. For five days and nights, Hermione slept on the doorstep. When Harry and Ron still did not show up she broke down and sent an owl to Ernie MacMillan at the Department of International Magical Cooperation asking if there where any more ambassadorial positions available. Before she knew it, she was on a portkey to Los Angeles. The money was good and Hermione did well-until the layoffs. She was evicted from her apartment and had couch surfed ever since. All the others broke down and found Muggle jobs but Hermione couldn't bring herself to suffer that indignity.

And now. This. It seemed unreal to her the beer, the weed, the comfort of her friends finally began to take affect. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

A few minutes later, the boys noticed and picked her up. They took her to Fred's room and tucked her in.

"You know," said Harry as he and Ron got blankets out of a cupboard. "I always wondered why neither one of us ever went for her." Ron's ears turned red. He mumbled something about "being friends..." but Harry cut him off. "Oh come on Ron, you've always had something for her, everyone knows."
"And you?" said Ron, now the color of a tomato.

"Of course, how could I not? She's beautiful and smart and strong as fuck!"

"Well..." said Ron, taking a seat on the couch. "I thought about it a lot after Hogwarts... making a move and all... but we where all so busy with the Order and then she was with Davies..."

Harry sighed. "But NOW, Ron, don't you see! There's no Roger now, no one else either as far as I know."
"Harry I don't know about you but seeing her loss of a fiance and her present state of dereliction as an advantage is not in me. I'd rather see her married and happy then the way she is now..." he trailed off.
"Ron, you aren't listening! We can't change what happened! I'd kill to see her happy and in love again but we can't bring back Roger. Maybe we can give her something else. Us"
"Harry yer great but a threesome involving the two of us is just not gonna work for me."
"I'm not talking about sex here. We should go for it. And if she won't have either one of us, we can at least give her friendship."
"Harry! Do you evenrealize what this might do to our friendship?"
"We know better than to hate each other over a girl."
"Yes but this is HERMIONE!"
"Fine Ron. I don't care if you don't want to make a move but I'm not waiting for you to make up your mind."