Maybe it was the way that those muggle jeans hugged their - oh so fit - arses, or maybe it was the way their shoulders looked in that on-trend vintage-esque T-shirt. No who was she kidding? It was the half-bottle of fire whiskey that she had drunk to forget about her failed marriage and the fact that she had to move back in with her grown best friend and his wife and child until she got back on her feet. That was why she was lusting after not one, but two of her ex-husbands' very hot, very single, and very off-limits brothers.
She felt like she was the only one not in on a secret when Charlie and Bill both looked at her at the same time over their shoulders and smiled. What. The. Fuck.
Fire whiskey. Definitely fire whiskey.
Bill winked. She was Fucked.
Oh right, her and Bill vowed they would forget their failed marriages together, something about new beginnings. Fucking fire whiskey.
"So Hermione," Bill started as he plopped down next to her. "Did you get settled into Harry and Gin's?"
She swallowed, probably loudly, when Charlie sat on the other side of her. Her thighs delightfully smashed between the two muscular men on either side of her. "Oh yeah, I guess I did."
The men laughed.
Charlie leaned down, his warm, cinnamon-flavored breath caressing her ear. "You know, my brother isn't around. He doesn't have to know."
Hermione gulped.
Bill mimicked his brother's actions on the other side. "You could just stay with us tonight? You know, so you don't wake up Harry and Ginny."
She would have thought her heart stopped if it wasn't for the fact that it was tattooing the inside of her ribs.
Bill chuckled smugly at her hesitation, and raised his glass to hers, a quiet clink at the contact. "To new beginnings right?"