A/N Let me know if you find any weird words, part of this was typed on an iPhone.
Hermione stood up and kissed the top of Fred's head. "I'm happy that you're home safe. I missed you. We missed you. I'll go make dinner. You name it and I'll make it."
Fred smiled and put his hands over hers, holding them together. He pulled her hands to his mouth, pressing kisses to the backs of her hands. "Well what do you two feel like?" he asked, shooting a look at his brother.
George shook his head. "This is not about us. Hermione has been cooking what I want for a week. Tell her what you want so she can cook us dinner."
Fred rested his head on their hands and looked into her eyes. "How about… Fettuccini with white clam sauce?"
Hermione smiled and bent down to kiss him lightly. "Sounds delicious. I'll call you two when it's done."
She slipped her hands out from between Fred's and leaned over to kiss George. After she walked into the kitchen, Fred slumped against the couch, letting his head fall back. George sat up and wrapped his arms around Fred's shoulders, pulling him back down to lay on his chest. "Are you okay Freddie?"
Fred nodded against George's chest and inhaled his scent of chai and musk. "I'm just really tired. I missed you guys. I was only gone for a week, but it was miserable."
George pulled him closer and kissed him. "Oh, honey. It's okay. You're back now, and you're okay. We missed you too."
Fred sniffed and shook his head against his chest. "You two got to have each other, though. I was alone. "
George sighed and used two fingers to tilt Fred's face up. "You're wrong. We may have had each other, but we didn't have you. It doesn't matter if Hermione was here with me, we won't be complete unless you're here with us."
Fred slowly exhaled and burrowed deeper into George's chest. George slipped his hands under the back of Fred's shirt and started to rub his back. Fred tucked his face into George's neck and inhaled his spicy scent. "I just missed you so much."
George continued to rub his back and quietly shushed the other man. "It's alright, Freddie. It's okay."
Fred pressed his lips against George's, and they kissed slowly kissed for a while before Fred tried to up the ante by increasing the passion. Whenever he would try to gain entrance to George's mouth, George would shoot him down.
"Why won't you fucking kiss me?"
George sighed and rubbed Fred's back again. "Because, you don't need to do it like this. Just relax, love. Take a couple of deep breaths. You don't need to prove anything. There is a time and place for everything. Tonight, when we're in our bed, with Hermione, you can have what you want. Okay? But for now, I just want to lay here with you and just feel the weight of you lying against me."
Fred forced himself to relax against George and focused on breathing in his scent. They both let their eyes slide shut, and George wrapped his arms around Fred. He continued to rub Fred's back, and eventually Fred's breath evened out as he fell asleep. When he had been asleep for about half an hour, Hermione walked quietly into the room.
"Dinner's ready. Do you want to wake him or should I?"
George lightly shrugged. "Go ahead."
Hermione walked over to the sleeping man and lightly brushed his hair off of his face. She slid a hand down the side of his neck and brushed her lips over his. It didn't take long before his eyes fluttered open and he began to kiss her back. Breaking the kiss, she stood up.
"Dinner is ready. I mean the pasta, as well as some garlic bread. It's sitting on the table. Let's eat before it gets cold."
The two men on the couch stood up, Fred stopping to tightly hug George before going into the dining room. They followed Hermione into the kitchen and sat down at the dining room table. Fred smiled at the smell of his favorite meal, and Hermione smiled back. "I'm glad you're home."
Fred shook his head, still smiling. "Not as glad as I am. It looks delicious, love."
The three ate, occasionally smiling, occasionally talking. It was mostly silent though, but it was a comfortable silence. Hermione took a particularly large bite of pasta, ending up with white clam sauce on the corner of her mouth. George noticed the sauce before anyone else did, and he let out a low moan.
"What?" Fred and Hermione asked at almost the same time.
George cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. "You've got a little…" he said, gesturing at the corner of her mouth. She ran a hand across her mouth, swiping off the sauce.
Fred chuckled lightly, grinning at the two. "I can think of something else that I'd like to see in the corner of your mouth."
George and Hermione chuckled back, and continued eating. It didn't take them long to finish, and Fred leaned back in his chair. "I think I'm ready for bed."
George laughed and stood. "You just can't take it, can you?"
Hermione stood as well and lightly slapped George's chest. "While he was gone he didn't have a willing partner. Think about how poor Fred must feel," she slid a hand down George's chest to lightly stroke him through his pants. "He didn't get to feel your cock for a whole week."
Fred pouted from the table and nodded. "All I had was my hand. And while it may feel the same as yours, it just wasn't."
Fred stood and walked over to George who swallowed roughly. Fred kissed and nipped at George's neck. "You know what I want? I want you to fuck me tonight. I want to feel your long thick cock deep inside of me."
George moaned at the thought. Since the two had started an intimate relationship, Fred was usually the one who topped him. Not saying another word, the three of them walked quickly to the bedroom, shedding their clothes as they went.
George sat down on the bed, his hard cock bobbing almost comically, as he leaned over to pull the jar of lubricant from their bedside table. Swiping his finger through the jar, he pulled Fred to stand with his back facing him and slid a finger into his hot depths. Fred grabbed Hermione, kissing her passionately as George continued his ministrations, adding another finger when he could.
Before long, Fred had four long fingers inside of him and a fee of his own inside of Hermione. George carefully withdrew his hand, causing Fred to whimper at the loss. Grabbing another handful of the lubricant, he slicked himself before scooting back on the bed, pulling Fred down and slowly sliding through the resistance. They both let out a moan, and George worked himself in and out.
Hermione was still standing by the side of the bed, one hand between her thighs and the other on her breast. "C'mere, baby."
She crossed the floor and got up on to the bed. George still inside of Fred, leaning back and pulling him down too, so that Fred's back was flush with George's chest. George reached around and grabbed Fred's cock, holding it up for Hermione to get onto. Hermione began to ride him, and George resumed his thrusting inside of him.
Fred felt like he was going to explode. He had never felt so consumed before. He had George's thick arousal filling him up in the back, and the hot wet sleeve of Hermione wrapped tightly around him in the front.
He let his hands slide up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her bounce on his cock. George's hands were roaming the taut muscle of Fred's stomach as he pumped in and out of him. The time for loving would be later; this was a frenzied reminder of what it felt like to all be together.
Hermione came first, her inner muscles clamping tightly around Fred who cried out and screwed his eyes shut in an attempt not to cum with her. Hermione climbed off of Fred, and George rolled them, using his body to pin Fred to the mattress. He pistoned in and out, and Fred turned his face to the side so he could breathe. "Oh... Fuck. Yes, love, yes! George... Right there, oh yeah, right there."
George got up onto his knees and let his left hand trail up to tangle in Fred's hair and his right hand squeezed his hip. George's pelvis slammed against Fred's, his balls slapping against his ass. George moaned at the feeling of Fred clenching around him, and came with a cry in the other man's ass.
Pulling out, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Fred to straddle his face. Taking Fred's cock, sticky with Hermione's lust into his mouth, he let one of his hands trail up to squeeze Fred's nipples. Hermione grabbed Fred's face and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth and fighting his for dominance.
George's head bobbed quickly over Fred's cock as he sought out the taste of him and Hermione. As wound up as Fred had been, it didn't take him long to cum with a cry into George's mouth. George continued to suck until Fred had completely emptied himself, before he leaned over to kiss Hermione. She swept her tongue inside of his mouth, searching for any remaining trace of his brother's release.
George and Hermione separated, coming to lie on either side of Fred. The three of them tangled their arms and legs together and one by one fell asleep.
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The next day when they woke up, Fred suggested that they go out to get some breakfast. The other two readily agreed and they all showered and dressed, mostly without interruption, although George did have to break up a heated moment between Fred and Hermione.
The three of them were sitting at a small round table at a café not far from WWW less than an hour later, with Fred and Hermione holding hands, and George with a hand on each of their thighs. "What do you think you're going to have, love?" asked George, running his hand up and down Hermione's leg near her knee.
"Well I'm hungry, two red headed gits completely wore me out last night. There's this option here, with two pancakes, two eggs, two sausages, and hashbrowns."
Each of the brothers raised an eyebrow at her, and Fred shook his head. "What the lady wants, she shall have. Oh, our waitress is coming back. Fabulous. I could stand for a bit of food."
After placing their orders, Fred got up to use the restroom, and Hermione scooted her chair closer to George, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back. "You okay, love?"
She nodded and shrugged. "I'm just tired, I guess. I'm really glad that Fred is back."
George nodded and pressed a kiss on her lips, and she sat up and scooted back over as the waitress came back with their food. Fred came back to the table, and sat down, grabbing the carafe of syrup and pouring it over his French toast.
They ate in relative silence, before Fred looked down at Hermione. "How's your mess?"
"Good," she nodded. "Want to try the sausage? It's very good."
He nodded, and she speared a whole link on her fork. Fred let about half of it slide into his mouth while giving George a meaningful look before pulling his head back to take a smaller bite. George let out a low groan and turned his focus to the food in front of him. Fred cut a bite of French toast and stabbed it with his fork, holding it up to Hermione's mouth. As she went to eat it, a little bit of syrup dripped off, landing on her chin. She didn't notice it as she chewed and when she was finished with the bite, he swooped in to lick it off before lightly kissing her.
When they were finished with their lunch, they spent the rest of the day walking around Diagon Alley, acting very much like a group of kids in love.
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The next morning when Hermione woke up, there was a loud tapping at her window. The boys were already in down in the shop, so she knew the owls had to be for her. Seeing that nearly all of them were howlers, she flicked her wand at them and they vanished. She grabbed the Daily Profit and let out a gasp at the article on the front page.
Weasleys Weaseled?
She quickly skimmed through the article which highlighted the so called illicit affair that she was having with the boys. The implications of the piece were that of the usual Skeeter variety. She was up to no good, using the boys for her own nefarious purposes, the usual.
But seeing the paper put one thought into her head. There was one thing that couldn't be put off anymore. Jotting a note down for the boys in case they came looking for her, she Apparated to Ginny and Harry's house. Harry was flying around the large homestead on his broom, and at the appearance of his friend in the yard he swooped down.
"Hermione?"
She nodded, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I read the article. Is it true?"
She shook her head. "No… yes… oh sod it. I need to talk to you and Ginny together. I'd rather do this once."
He nodded and walked with her to the house, his arms still around her shoulder. "Gin? We've got a visitor!" he called into the house.
Ginny came down the stairs, pausing slightly when she saw Hermione. "Is it… true?"
"What part?" asked Hermione wryly, following the Potters into the sitting room.
"Are you and my brothers…"
"Yes," Hermione interrupted. "We are."
Ginny nodded. "I knew they liked you, but I never knew they would ever do anything about it. About damn time, too. I read the article this morning. That Skeeter woman never does learn, does she? I figured that if you had any dastardly plot you wouldn't have waited this long to enact it, so I figure you really do care for them."
Hermione nodded, swiping at the tears of relief that began to fall. She sat back heavily, letting her head lull back. "If every time we go out it's going to be like this, I don't know how much of this I can take. I love them, I really do. But this is just…"
The taller redhead put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's up to you to decide what you want to do. I really don't know what else I could say. Would you be happier without the relationship? Maybe. But think about the love you wouldn't have otherwise."
Hermione sat up and snatched the newspaper off of the coffee table. "But it's hard to think about the love I get when I have to see things like this! 'Hermione Granger, famous paramour of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, has set her sights on two of the richest storeowners in London. At first, it was apparent that she was attempting to play the Weasley twins, Fred and George, off of each other, but now it has become obvious that she has been using their feelings for her to lower their own senses of moral propriety to convince them to enter into a polyamorous relationship. When questioned, the boys' mother, Molly Weasley, had this to say: 'My boys were raised correctly. They know the difference between right and wrong. I only hope that they see the light of reason soon enough.' The question remains, what exactly has Ms. Granger done to undo 24 years of good morals?'"
Ginny frowned and looked at Hermione. "Did you read the whole article?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not unless there was more than what was on the first two pages."
Ginny's frown got deeper. "Turn to page 8."
Hermione did as told and gasped at what she saw.
The three were spotted out to eat earlier this week, and the young girl was eating more than her fair share of food. When one of the brothers got up to use the restroom, she cosied up to the brother sitting behind, separating when the other got back. Is it possible that Ms. Granger has gotten herself pregnant with a Weasley, and, not knowing who the father is, is keeping them both trapped with her?
Hermione let out a sob and Ginny wrapped her arms around her. "My mom may be a raving bitch about this, but I don't think my dad cares as much. I know Bill and Charlie probably couldn't care less, as long as the twins are happy. Percy will be Percy, but four out of seven isn't bad, Hermione. I don't care what you do with my brothers as long as you don't hurt them. Except for Ron. Feel free to hurt him."
Harry had been mostly silent the whole time, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You've been my friend for 12 years. I love you like a sister, and as long as you're happy, I couldn't care less."
"But Ron-"
"Sod Ron," Harry said. "I never thought the two of you were all that well matched in the first place, and I'd rather see you happy with a mountain troll than unhappy with Ron. I hardly talk to him anymore anyway. Your friendship is too important to be wasted away on something like this, and if he can't see that, then his loss."
Hermione broke down in tears, Harry wrapping his arms around her. The floo suddenly activated and Fred and George strode in, wands out. "Hermione? Why is she crying?"
Fred's hand twitched around his wand. "I swear to Merlin, Ginevra, if you hurt her…"
Ginny snorted and stood up to hug her brothers. "Well hello to you two too. Congratulations on the relationship. You could do a lot worse than a brilliant war hero."
"How dare you- wait, what?" asked George.
Ginny chuckled, pulling Hermione off the couch. "Off with you. You have our support, but right now I think you have a couple of overprotective babies to deal with."
Fred grabbed her arm and apparated back to the flat, George appearing next to them almost simultaneously.
"We were worried sick Hermione! You need to tell us when you're leaving. We've been all over London trying to find you!"
Hermione frowned and looked at her feet. "I left you a note…"
Fred piped up from beside her. "Oh, great. A note. Because you couldn't just come downstairs to say goodbye. What if Ginny hadn't been so understanding, hm? What if she had been just like mum, or worse? And we had no clue where you were, how would we find you if something happened? A note. That was bloody stupid, Hermione. For someone so smart that was just… ridiculous."
George shook his head. "Where is this fabled note? We searched the whole flat for some sign of where you were, and it was only when we saw a picture of you and Harry that we figured you might have gone round there."
"I'm sorry, okay?" yelled Hermione. "But I knew you two wouldn't have let me go alone, and it's just something I needed to do, without you there. Can't you understand that?"
"Of course we can! But this would have been so much easier if you had just come down to tell us where you were. We were worried Hermione. Love, we came upstairs to find you, only to find all three beds empty and the Daily Profit open to the most ridiculous article yet."
George muttered something quietly next to her and she leaned over. "What?"
"I thought," he said louder. "That you had left. For good. Your little extendable purse was gone, and so were you, and I thought you had decided you'd had enough and left Fred and I."
She wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them into her. "I would never just leave without putting up a fight for you."
The three of them stood there for what could have been hours, before there was a noise on the stairs. "Uh, sirs? We have a ton of people down here, and there's only one of me. I can't handle them by myself."
The three separated, the men each kissing Hermione before heading downstairs. "I love you," she said quietly.
"I love you too." The brothers said at the same time, following Verity to the shop.
A/N I think it's kind of a weird place to end it but I'm tired and can't think of anywhere else to take it in this chapter. Review for another teaser!
