A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
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Hermione didn't mind the fact Draco and Ron didn't seem to love her most of the time. She knew it would have been foolish to get in the way of True Love. Princes Ron and Draco had that. They were some of the very few that did. They did make her feel like part of the court, but neither man seemed to realize just how much she loved them. She wondered what they would do if they realized she loved them as they loved each other.
Normally, she saw at least both of them several times a day. She and Ron would exchange jokes, or little tidbits of interesting information. She and Draco would talk about books they'd read recently or how to solve a difficult problem that might have come up. Hermione spent a lot of time learning the history of the kingdom and how to be a perfect diplomat. Draco valued that aspect of her.
Lately, though, Hermione felt like they were distancing themselves from her. She knew there was a lot of pressure on the pair lately. Times were starting to get bad in the kingdom. She knew most of the details, having helped research ways to avoid the inevitable coming war. There were outside forces building from the kingdom Draco had come from. Hermione knew his parents didn't exactly approve of him and Ron's marriage. A part of her hoped they wouldn't declare war just because of that though.
"Ron, what's going on? You've been avoiding me," she asked, finally managing to corner Ron in the kitchen. She'd been half hiding behind the large selves holding the freshly baked bread. He'd gone to sneak a snack. Hermione knew he loved eating about this time, before dinner, and had been waiting for him to show up. He blinked, staring at her. Grabbing a chicken leg, he started talking.
"It's... it's nothing, Hermione. You wouldn't understand, I mean, you're not... well, royal," he admitted. Hermione glared at him. She knew almost as much, if not more, about this kingdom than Ron.
"Really? Try me! I think you'll realize I understand just as much as you and Draco about just about everything, it doesn't matter if I was born with a crown on my head or not!" she nearly yelled. She hated seeing things tense with her princes. She hated seeing them unhappy.
"Right, fine. There's been a lot of pressure on Draco and I to... well, start a family," Ron confessed, still chewing on the chicken leg in his hand. Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
"You're supposed to produce heirs, but... you and Draco... they still haven't figured out a way for two princes...have they?"
"No, and Draco's got the best alchemists working on it too. That's not even the worst part. We've been given a deadline, Hermione. We've got a year to produce an heir or there will be war. I knew Draco's family hated me, but..."
"This is going too far. Would they consider you adopting a waif?"
"No. The child has to be either mine or his blood. They've suggested Draco take a mistress and you know."
"So what are you going to do?" Hermione asked. She couldn't let the kingdom fall into war just because Ron and Draco loved each other. She loved them both too. When they'd originally brought her to the castle, in an act of saving her life from some mercenaries, they'd made her a part of their family. None of the three had realized how close they'd become.
"I was actually planning to figure out how to ask you to figure it out, really," Ron admitted, looking at the floor. "I'm not as clever as you," he added. Hermione let out a snort like laugh.
"You're clever in your own way, Ron. I've never met as brilliant a strategist as you," she commented. "And I do have an idea to solve your and Draco's problem. I need to talk to him first, though, if that's alright?"
"Sure, he's in the throne room," Ron said, moving to grab a slice of the pie cooling in the window. Hermione shook her head before heading to see Draco.
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"Draco?" Hermione called, stepping into the throne room. It appeared empty at the moment. It was Tuesday, so she knew Draco would not be holding court at the moment. Wednesday was the busy day where Draco invited anyone who had a complaint in the kingdom to come and air their grievances.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, poking his head from behind his throne. Hermione smiled.
"Hello, my prince," she laughed. "I just got done talking to Ron about the current problem you and he are having."
"Oh, he told you about that... I'm not surprised. Did he tell you I'd figured out a possible solution?"
"Does it involve using me to carry a child that could be either of yours because we all three do something in my chamber?" Hermione asked, knowing Draco would have already figured out Hermione's idea. Ron still had trouble realizing sometimes, that Hermione was in fact a girl.
"Ron's not figured that out yet has he?"
"Nope," Hermione muttered. "And I agree, that is if you're planning to ask me to carry your heir," she added, giving Draco a sly smile. He returned it, coming out from behind the throne and giving Hermione a soft kiss on her lips.
"Good, because I was going ask you exactly that, my Hermione. Now, we just need to get Ron to agree."
"I don't think that will be a problem, my prince," Hermione replied. "I'll head back to him and tell him of our idea, and see if I can save any of the pie he's currently eating for dinner," she added, giving Draco a wink before slipping from the throne room. Draco smiled watching her leave. While he loved Ron deeply, he still couldn't help but admire the beauty he and Ron had brought into their lives.
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"Hermione? Did you find Draco?" Ron asked, his lips stained blue from the blackberry pie. Hermione dismayed seeing the empty tin.
"I did, and he agrees with me that we might have a solution," she stated. "Although, we do need you to agree," she added. "It would involve being with someone other than Draco though."
"I love him, Hermione. I could never cheat on him."
"Is it cheating if he's part of it?" Hermione asked. "He and I, we think that the three of us, could create an heir, with the two of you being with me."
"Wait? You'd do that for us?"
"Why wouldn't I, Ron? I love the both of you and I'd have married each of you if you weren't already married to each other!"
"I never realized... I'm sorry, Hermione, I never realized how you felt about us. I'm sure there's something in the by laws that would let you marry both of us, if not, what's the point of being a prince if I can't make it happen?" Ron asked, giving Hermione a quick kiss on the lips. She nearly melted at his touch.
"Good, let me run a few calculations, see when I'm most fertile and we'll see about making an heir for this little kingdom," she stated, returning the kiss before heading to her chambers to figure out the best time for her boys and she to work on solving the latest problem of the kingdom.
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"Are you sure about this?" Draco asked, looking at the large crowd that had gathered outside the palace.
"I'm sure," Ron stated, looking at Hermione. She was sitting in a chair looking out at everyone, a small blue bundle in her arms.
"I am too," she agreed, gently handing the bundle to Draco. He smiled, looking down at the child.
"Greeting citizens of the kingdom. I, Prince Draco, am proud to announce the birth of Prince Hershel Lucius Arthur," he announced, gently unbundling the new prince and holding him up for the people to see. The crowd erupted in applause. Little Hershal let out a loud cry. He was immediately wrapped back up and handed to Hermione, she smiled as she kissed his little forehead.
Hershal had brown hair and baby blue eyes. Being as he was still a newborn, his eyes could change at any time. So far, Hermione wasn't sure which of her princes were the child's biological father, but that hardly mattered. Both Draco and Ron loved him as their own, just as they loved his mother, their new wife after Ron had rewritten several marriage laws.
With war adverted yet again, Hermione was happy to watch the people celebrate their newest addition to the family. Maybe in a year or so, they might think about giving little Herhsal a sister, but for now, everything was perfect.