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The three of them were laying in bed wallowing in their post-coital bliss. While they were all relaxing in bed, George cleared his throat.

"I have something to say. To both of you. It's okay if neither of you feel the same way I do, but I want you both to listen. Fred… you've been my brother my whole entire life. Whenever I thought I was alone, I had you there. You've always had my back. Our relationship changed recently but I want you to know that if it doesn't work out the way we want it to, that I will always, first and foremost, be your brother. Fred, I love you. I want you to remember that. And even though I don't love you just as a brother anymore, that doesn't mean that I will never stop being your brother.

And Hermione, I've liked you in one way or another for years. Both of us have. You're brilliant, and funny, loyal and all around perfect. And-"

Hermione opened her mouth and George slid his hand to cover her mouth and kissed her forehead. "I know you're not really perfect Hermione, but you are as close to it as any I have ever met. But you helped Harry for years, even when it got… hairy… Anyway, you are always there for people who need it even when you don't need to do it. Hermione, I love you. I know you might not feel the same, and I for once don't know about Fred's feelings, but I do know that I love you."

Hermione began to cry, and he crushed her to his chest. Fred, who was lying behind her and had been silent the whole time, scooted closer to the two and wrapped his arms around the both of them. "I love you. Both of you."

Hermione cried harder and rolled around in their arms so that she could wrap her arms around Fred. Her tears were hot against his skin and he pulled the three of them as close together as we could get them. He could feel, rather than hear what Hermione said against his skin. "What, baby?"

"I said that I love you two."

Fred smiled and gave her one of the sweetest, gentlest kisses she had ever felt. "You know," he started to say, "during the war, when I got disarmed by Rookwood and was staring down the business end of his wand, thoughts of the two of you ran through my head. I thought about all of the devious things we got up to when we were younger, Georgie. And Hermione… I thought about how if the two of us talked more I probably wouldn't be in the position to die. I heard him say… something. And then there was that flash of green light that comes from the killing curse, and then the wall collapsed between us."

Fred was a remarkably closed off person, and neither George or Hermione had heard this story before.

"A piece of brick or something hit me, and when I came to, Rookwood was laying dead a few feet in front of me, and his wand was pressed against his temple in a deliberate way. I don't know why, but for some reason he let me live. He killed himself, instead. I came very close to dying that night. I came very close to dying without ever telling the two of you how I felt about the two of you."

Hermione had stopped crying, but after hearing what Fred had said, she began to cry again. "If you had died…"

George wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and his other hand went to snake itself into Fred's hair. He curled his hands in her hair and ran his fingers through it, smoothing down the fiery strands. "But it's okay, he didn't die and we still have our boy. Not knowing where you were during the battle was just painful. There were times where… I just never thought I would make it out to see either of you. And Hermione, we owe you a thank you. If not for you we would have all been dead. We were blood traitors and we would not have lasted very long if Voldemort had come for us. You saved our asses countless times."

Hermione wiped her eyes and sniffed. Burrowing herself into George's chest. "I love you two so much. Georgie…?"

George rubbed her back and looked down at her. "Yes, love?"

"I think we need to show our boy how happy we are to have him still. Roll onto your stomach hun."

Fred rolled onto his stomach and crossed his arms, resting his head on his arms. Hermione sat on his lower back. Put her hands on his shoulders, pushing into his skin she began to massage his skin. "Here's your reward for all the things you've ever done for us."

She leaned into each stroke of his back, and he moaned into his arm. She bared her knuckles and used them to massage a particularly tight spot and he moaned again, he back arching up slightly. George slid down the bed and used his hands to massage the back of Fred's thighs. Hermione eventually worked her way down to his lower back and George had worked his way down to his feet. The two flipped him over, and his cock was standing straight up. There was a light sheen of sweat on his body and a flush in his cheeks.

Inside his head, Fred was screaming loudly. He was so aroused he felt like his foreskin would split, and George and Hermione were still giving him those annoyingly light touches. All Fred wanted to do was sink himself into one of them. At this point he didn't care if it was Hermione's sopping wetness or George's tighter dryness. Just before he felt like he would explode on his stomach, a well lubed George sat down on his cock. He thrusted up into George, feeling a thrill run through him. The both of them let out a moan and Fred reached over and grabbed Hermione's hips, settling her down onto his face.

Fred slid his hands up and down her thighs, pulling her hard onto his face. He swiped his tongue through her before slipping it inside of her, his nose bumping into her clit. He moaned, muffled against her hot flesh. She braced her feet against the bed on either side of his head and lifted up slightly to keep his tongue inside of her. She got up entirely onto her knees, and pulled herself off of his face.

Fred groaned, licking his lips and the skin surrounding his mouth. "Fuck, Hermione! I was eating that!"

Fred's hands slid up toward her. "Give it back, Hermione."

She laughed and slowly lowered herself back onto his face. "Careful love, if you suffocate then I'll put every last detail of how you died in the paper."

"Oh, but what a way to die." He muttered into her skin. George caught his attention by rolling his hips. Fred's hands left Hermione's legs and one went to George's waist while to other grasped his erect cock. There was a brief pause again when Hermione got up again. Fred groaned again but she just turned around so she was facing George. Lifting her hair off of her neck, she leaned down and pulled Fred's hand off of George, sinking her mouth down onto George.

"Oh, yeah," George whispered. "Do you know how hot this looks? Damn… that's right, Fred. She tastes good, doesn't she?" he grasped his balls in his hands and massaged them while he bounced up and down on Fred. "She's all pretty, and pink, and delicious. Doesn't it feel so good when she's got that mouth wrapped around you? If she keeps it up just like that she'll end up swallowing all that I have to give."

Hermione moaned around him and Fred started to snap his hips up into George. There was a noise outside of the door and all three of them turned to look for the door. George pulled Hermione's head back to his cock, "It's probably Crookshanks. Ignore it."

Fred moaned against Hermione again and he ran a hand down her back to squeeze her ass. George circled his hips causing the tip of Fred to hit his prostate. George threw his head back, his long red hair falling into his face. George began to grind down hard, savoring the feel on Hermione's mouth on him and the feeling of Fred inside of him. "You feel so good Fred. Fucking stretching me… fill me with your cum, baby. I want to feel you let yourself go inside of me."

"Holy…shit."

The three of them whirled around to the door, after hearing the voice.

"Ron?"

The youngest Weasley brother was standing in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a shocked look on his face. "What the hell are you doing?"

George climbed off of Fred and Hermione stood, wrapping the sheet around her body. Fred and George each grabbed a pillow and covered themselves. "Look, Ron, I can explain," Hermione started to say.

"No! What the hell? You can't have me so you use my brothers? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Hermione shook her head, begging with him with her eyes. "Please, listen to me. Just… listen. I can explain, Ron."

Ron shook his head and threw the flowers at the ground. "No, you can't. I showed up here just so I could tell you how much I loved you. Things didn't work out with Lavender and I realized that I want you back. But I didn't realize you were such a… slut."

Fred and George stood from the bed and pulled on their trousers. "Don't talk about Hermione like that, you fucking git."

George zipped up his trousers, then went to the closet in the bedroom and grabbed a button down for Hermione before tugging the sheet off of her and holding it up so she could put the shirt on without Ron seeing her. She smiled at George, keeping eye contact with him as she slowly buttoned the shirt up, lightly fondling herself through the thin fabric. George smirked and handed her the boxers he'd had on earlier for her to put on as well, and once she was dressed he dropped the sheet and lightly kissed her.

Ron scoffed and George smirked at Fred. "Hey, Forge, you've got a bit of… Hermione all over your face."

Fred smiled at the two of them and licked it off. Ron clenched his fists and stepped toward the three of them. Fred pushed him back and stood in front t of George and Hermione. "Don't fucking touch them you dumbass. You had something great, and you ruined it. You could've had Hermione, but you became more obsessed with your image. We chose her over our image. We have way more to lose than you ever did, and we're with her anyway. You need to just leave."

Ron ignored his brother and turned to Hermione. "I loved you Hermione. And I think that with a little bit of time, if you come back to me, I can love you again. You can forget all about them and we can just go back to the way things were."

Hermione took a step toward Ron and Fred and George grabbed onto her arm. She shook them off and took another step towards Ron.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, if you had showed up two months ago, that would have made me jump at the opportunity to go back with you. I thought I loved you, but I realized that I actually don't. I love Fred and George. The two of them go out of their way to do things to make me happy, and they've stood up for me in public, which is something that you have never done. No matter what happens, you always just blamed it on me. And I don't know what lies you told your mother, but because of her everyone thinks that I'm a controlling slut."

Ron gave a harsh laugh that didn't sound quite like himself. "No, Hermione. People think that you're a slut because you are. I just caught you having sex with my brothers. You couldn't have me so you settled for these two morons."

Before Hermione could say anything, Fred coughed from behind her. "Technically, Ron, George and I were the ones actually having sex. And-"

Ron sneered at the two of them. "I always knew something was wrong with you two. How long has this been going on? Years? Mom is going to hear about this."

George grabbed his wand out of his pants pocket and pointed it at Ron. "Sorry about this, Ron. But I can't have you doing this. Obliviate."

Ron suddenly looked around. "Why aren't you two wearing shirts?"

Fred and George shrugged. "Got an experimental potion on them. Anyway, it was nice to talk to you. We'll see you tomorrow for dinner at the Burrow."

Ron vaguely nodded and walked out into the sitting room, and Hermione, Fred, and George all followed him. He stepped into the floo and cried out, "The Burrow."

Hermione turned to look at Fred. "Dinner? At the Burrow? I can't. Please love, don't make me! Your mom hates me. She absolutely loathes me. I can't do it. She'll tear me to pieces. I love you two so much, and she'll convince you I don't."

Two twin pairs of arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her against them as they stepped closer. "Hermione, we know that our mom is crazy. In fact, I'm pretty sure that we can take some of the blame for that. But there is nothing she can do to make us love you any less. I think she'll react to the news if we tell her ourselves. We need you to be there with us. The Obliviate on Ron is not going to last very long. We need to get to her before he does."

George kissed her neck and squeezed her harder. "Now, we just need to decide how much we're going to tell her. Are we only going to say that we are each dating Hermione and make it sound like we're sexually isolated, or are we going to tell her that the two of us are intimate as well."

Hermione shrugged. "I think, that you should tell her that you are each separately dating me. That way, you can keep your relationship with your mother intact. I will take the fall to make things easier on you."

Fred kissed he forehead and made an annoyed sound in his throat. "No. We can't do that to you. She will tear you apart and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If she says something and you get uncomfortable to the point that you feel like we need to leave, I think we should have an agreed upon signal. What do you want to have as our getaway phrase?"

"Skiving Snackboxes."

The two brothers chuckled and gave her one last squeeze before their arms fell away. "Well, now that our night is successfully ruined, let's just go to bed."

Hermione nodded at Fred and shuffled off to the bedroom. The two men pulled off their trousers and each grabbed a pair of boxers from George's dresser. The three of them curled into bed, with Hermione in the middle. She was facing George and Fred was pressing himself up against her back. She ran her fingers down George's chest, lightly

Twisting her fingers in his chest hair. She rested her head in the nook between his neck and shoulder and he grasped her hand in his, while Fred wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. After a few minutes of laying there in silence, one by one, they drifted off to sleep.

"Do you think my dress is long enough?"

Fred chuckled and placed a kiss on her mouth. "You look beautiful. I think knee length is plenty long enough."

George smiled and kissed each of them in turn. "You both do. Everything will be okay. Trust me when I say that. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just say the word and we will get you out of there. That's all you have to do."

She gave each of them a hug and ran her hands down her hair and over her dress, smoothing down the curls and wrinkles.

"Alright, grasp a hold on my arm," said Fred. "I'll apparate you in."

There were two cracks and Hermione blinked. They were suddenly in the sitting room in the Burrow. "Fred, George! Oh, my sons! It's been far too long since the two of you came back home for dinner. And oh, I've just missed you two so much It doesn't look like you've even been eating and you two need a haircut, good heavens it's getting so long, and what the devil is Hermione Granger doing in my house?"

Fred sat down on the couch and pulled Hermione down with him. George sat on the other side of her. "Well, mom. That's what we're here for. You see, we're kind of dating Hermione."

"Dating her?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked. "This little bint is the reason your brother lost Lavender. He's been sneaking around with her for months! She has destroyed any chance of happiness that Ron had. She will destroy you two, too. And you deserve nothing but the best, why can't you see that she's going to just break you and ruin your lives like she did to Ronald?"

"Mom," said George. "I'm going to stop you right there. She's our girlfriend. I love her. We love her."

Molly Weasley laughed, "This is ridiculous. Does she have you under the Imperius? I know you two, and you're not stupid. You need to realize how bad she is for you. She told all sorts of lies to Ron, and she will lie to you as well."

"May I say something?" Hermione asked. Molly threw her a glare.

"No, you may not. You are just going to destroy my family aren't you? Is no one safe? Who's next, Hermione? Is it Charlie? Bill? Maybe even Arthur?"

Fred stood. "That's enough, alright? I love Hermione. Hermione loves us. She didn't lie to Ron, she didn't lie to you. She's a good woman, Mom, and I cannot have you saying anything like that anymore. See, this is why George and I don't come back more often. This exactly. We don't want to listen to your crackpot theories about her character. Imperius? Really?"

"She's a whore. A good for nothing slut. Did she even tell you that she was with both of you? Did she tell you or leave you to figure it out on your own?"

George stood as well said, "Fred and I were together as well. Okay, Mom? Fred and I were in a relationship of our own and we began one with Hermione as well. All of us are together. Hermione didn't coerce us into anything, okay?"

Mrs. Weasley stood as well and glared at the boys. "That is sick. You are sick. You are going to burn in hell. You're brothers. Twins! You are the same person. That's narcissistic. Why are you doing this? Why? What on earth convinced you two that this was okay?"

There was a brief moment of silence before they heard Hermione whispering something. "What?" Asked Fred.

George sat back down and brought his ear closer to her mouth, before jumping back when she exploded.

"Skiving Snackboxes. Skiving fucking Snackboxes!"

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