When I heard the doorbell that afternoon, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I willed myself to calm, but as I opened the door, I couldn't hide my surprise. On my doorstep, there were two handsome men, in their best Muggle clothes both with the same sheepish smile. And both were dripping wet from the heavy rain. I hadn't noticed that it was raining.

They came together? I was too stunned to react. I stayed there in the door frame, looking at them.

"Erm... Hi Hermione. Can we come in?"

I step aside from the door, allowing them inside. They stayed on the door mat, dripping on my freshly cleaned floor. I had spent all morning cleaning the house, trying my hardest not to think about that date. And when I opened that door, I knew it was to avoid answering that very question. What would I do if they both come? Because after yesterday's dances I had a doubt, they could come together.

"Why didn't you use the Floo?" I finally asked.

"We wanted to surprise you." answered Fred.

"Never be predictable, it's boring." added George. "It's our motto."

I finally felt sorry for them and conjured them a warm towel each. I also cast a drying charm on their clothes. They were still wrinkled but it must have made them more comfortable.

They darted me bright smiles and said, together "Thanks Hermione!"

I shrugged. "No problem, I'm used to it. I spent the last seven years taking care of two irresponsible wizards, remember?"

They exchange a glance, and their smiles became even larger.

"Then you are exactly what we are looking for!" Fred cried out.

"We are two irresponsible wizards, and we're looking for a friend. Would you take care of us tonight?" added George.

And just like that they managed to make the whole situation looked normal. As I had said myself, I was used being with two men, why would it be any worst being with them two? Because you don't expect the same things from them. I did my best to ignore the small voice of my conscience.

"Oh, why not? I got nothing better to do anyway." I finally said. "Do I look okay?" I was trying to look casual, as if I hadn't spent the most of an hour selecting my clothing and trying to smooth my hair.

I felt their eyes examining me carefully, and I saw something flicked in their eyes, which I had never seen in the eye of someone looking at me. I was used to the look of total trust of Harry and the lust filled glaze of Ron. However, what I saw in their eye, I recognized it instantly. It was the exact same way Harry looked at Ginny; it was admiration.

I felt myself blushed.

"Believe us, you're perfect." said George.

"We will be honored to stand at your side tonight." added Fred.

And in spite of their playful tone, I felt they were honest. I tried to remember the last time someone made me felt good about my appearance. Except for the Yule ball of our fourth year, I couldn't think of one.

I headed toward the door and Fred opened it for me. I stepped on the sunny porch, and something felt wrong. I looked at the twins with their hair still soaked from the rain... It wasn't raining! There wasn't a cloud in the sky and even the street was dry.

The twins were looking at me through the door, beaming, with a twinkle in their eye. And I started laughing, hard, until my ribs ached and my knees were weak.

It was so unlike me, I was myself surprised to find it that funny. And I realized that, all the time I was with Harry and Ron, I wasn't allowed to have fun. They needed me to be the serious one, to know the answers, to be logic and pragmatic, needed me to save them, from death and homework, from detention and even from themselves. However, we were through all this. Harry found love, and Ginny is looking after him. Ron dumped me and can't expect me to look after him, I certainly won't anyway.

I was ... free. Free to enjoy myself. I felt as if a weight shifted of my chest, as if I could breathe freely for the first time in ...years.

Fred and George looked delighted but a bit surprised at my reaction. They finally stepped out of the house, they took one of my arms each, and we apparated away.

It was too early for dinner, so the twins took me to a small park in Muggle London. It was charming and calm, with a shallow pond and old oaks. We walked and made some small talk about nothing and everything. We laughed and joked. Eventually, we all laid side by side in the soft grass and talk about our youth and the war, our fears and our dreams. I heard dogs and children playing, the children shrieking and yelling, the dogs barking, and I realized that, for the first time since the war, those noises weren't making me nervous. Lying between Fred and George, I felt safe.

Harry and Ron, I had to protect them, they were my boys, I felt responsible for them, but the twins were used to care for themselves. They seemed carefree but they were reliable. They exuded self confidence and the silent understanding between them was soothing. Maybe it was because of their long practiced complicity, maybe it was because I was used living with two boys, but I had to admit that I was feeling comfortable with them. More than I could remember being in my entire life. Together, we felt ...right.

Was I really falling in love with two boys? At the same time? When I thought about it, it felt wrong and sickening. However, the way they were interacting with one another, they didn't really felt like two different persons. It was amazing the way they were always aware of the other, they were always close, but they never bump or trip in one another. They were so synchronized, the more I observe them, the more they look to me like a single soul who would have had been put in two separate bodies; a single man, with four arms and legs, but one soul.

We had dinner in a small place serving Chinese food, of which I can't remember the name. I remember the low tables and how we all managed to fit on the same side of the small furniture piece. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate, with soft light and small wooden and paper screens. We had sake, probably too much, as my memories the end of the evening were quite blurry. I remember the three of us laughing like crazy.

The next morning, I found myself safely tucked in my bed and a little vial of a white potion on my bed table. Event through my headache, I smiled, it was good knowing someone would take care of you. I drank the slightly gooey stuff, only to find my headache gone and a small note under the vial.

That was a fabulous evening. If you care to do it again, just call, and we'll come.