CHAPTER TWENTY
Summary: Hermione's secret is discovered by The Order of the Phoenix. Before Harry is rescued, she needs to be first. But from who? With the help of Sirius she learns to put the past behind her, and with the help of two Weasleys, they show her a happy future. But Hermione isn't who she thinks she is, what she discovers will change her life for good. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: All original characters and canon events belong to J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events are my own ideas. I am not making any profit from posting this fanfic.
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12 Grimmauld Place - Sunday 19th January 1997
Hermione had stayed at Grimmauld Place for the weekend upon the discovery of the twins being her mates. Despite the twins needing to fix the shop up after their attack, they had taken the weekend off to spend with Hermione before she returned to Hogwarts that evening. Hermione had spent the weekend with her twins, mostly in the library or her bedroom, just talking about the war and their wedding. Hermione had quickly scribbled down a few plans and she had given them to Sirius. According to Pureblood tradition, the father of the bride helped the mother of the groom to plan the wedding, though the final decisions laid with the bride and her father.
Hermione loved Mrs. Weasley but she knew that she had a tendency to make everything into a spectacle. Hermione didn't want that, she didn't want the attention, especially during the war. If word got out about the wedding and Voldemort learned of it, he may try to use their vulnerability to his advantage and she couldn't allow for that to happen and the twins agreed with her wholeheartedly. Though Hermione trusted Sirius, he knew her better than she knew herself; Sirius would make sure she had the wedding she wanted.
George was finishing up the schematics for a new product in the library and Hermione and Fred where in her bedroom, currently snogging.
As they lay on their sides facing each other, one of Fred's hands was at the base of her neck, the other supporting him on his side. Hermione had her hand in Fred's hair, the other also supporting her.
Her hand slowly slid down his neck and over to his chest above his heart, before moving lower and dipping under his t-shirt, her fingers tickling the hard muscle of his stomach formed from years of playing as a beater for Quidditch.
He pulled back from her and his hand reached down to stop hers from continuing with their exploration.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Touching you, does it bother you?"
"No, of course it doesn't, but I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for," he had a worried look on his face and hers softened in response.
She laid down on her back and pulled him so that he was looming of her.
"You're not pushing me, Fred, I want this." The hand that was clasping hers, she moved under her pyjama top and rested it against her stomach.
His eyes searched hers before she moved her hand away from his and rested her hands on his shoulders.
"If it all gets too much, you have to stop me. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you need to tell me."
"You're not him, Fred. You're my mate, my equal; I could never see you as him. You could never hurt me."
"Hermione, you have to tell me, if you don't agree then we'll stop now."
"Yes, I'll tell you."
"If?" he prompted.
"If I feel uncomfortable and want you to stop."
He searched her eyes, deciding whether or not she was telling him the truth and when he saw that she was, he lowered his mouth to hers and his hand trailed over her stomach slowly, cautiously, softly.
She sighed into his mouth making him relax, but he still had to be careful with her. As his hands softly swept across her stomach and sides, Hermione's slipped under his t-shirt, beginning to explore the muscles and skin of his stomach and back, she felt him shiver and he twitched under her exploration.
He hesitated when his fingers brushed against the material of her bra, Hermione understood why, he and George had always been respectful of her and their hands had never strayed anywhere but her back and stomach, but his touch didn't hurt her. It didn't make her feel like she was being burned. It didn't instil fear in her.
No, it made her feel alive. It made her feel special. It made her feel loved. Hermione was resolute in her decision to see where and how far things would progress between them.
She brought one hand out from under his t-shirt and slipped it under hers to grab Fred's hand and give him a little nudge of encouragement. He pulled away from her, his chest rising and falling and his eyes studying her. He hesitantly moved his hand and trailed it over the mound of her breasts.
Hermione let out a little puff of breath and her eyes closed shut.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she answered instantly and she opened her eyes, looking up at him.
His touch became less hesitant and more explorative, trailing over the fabric off her bra and down the valley of her breasts. She pulled him back to her and her hands continued mapping the muscles of his torso, as he cautiously kneaded her breasts.
She let out a surprising moan, and in response Fred's breath hitched. Hermione pulled him closer to her, her body flushed against his and with him cradled in her legs. He pulled back in shock at their new positioning but she didn't allow him chance to speak, pulling him back to her immediately.
She felt herself going all fuzzy. Her stomach flopped, her magic tingled, her skin burned, she felt like she was floating. Hermione could feel herself getting hot and bothered and she shifted under Fred to try and suppress it, Fred's hips unconsciously bucked against her and she gasped at the feeling of electricity going through her, and her hips bucked in response.
Fred pulled back quickly and her eyes fluttered open, he was looking down at her worriedly.
"Hermione, I..."
"I want this Fred, I want this with you. Are you going to make me beg?"
"No, but..."
"Good," she cut him off pulling him down to her, but he pulled back.
"If we do this, clothes stay on." She rolled her eyes. "I mean it, Hermione; I'm not pushing you any further than that."
"Fine," she agreed.
"And you'll tell..."
"Yes, I'll tell you if I want you to stop, I promise."
Her words seemed to placate him and he returned to his previous ministrations of kissing her, except, every so often he would rock his hips against hers and she would gasp or whimper. When it was evident that she was beginning to get frustrated he rocked his hips slowly at first to give her the opportunity to stop him, but she didn't and he slowly increased his rhythm, though by this point, he was barely holding onto control, particularly when she stared rocking into him all on her own accord.
He pulled back from kissing her and he noticed that her breathing had changed, it was erratic and coming out in pants, her hands were gripping his t-shirt, her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth was parted slightly. His eyes dilated at the sight.
"Fred," she breathed out. "I need... I need... something," she begged.
"What?" he asked with a strained voice.
"I don't know... I just need something," her voice pleaded.
He knew what she feeling, he knew what she needed.
With that though he dipped his head to what he had learned was a weak spot for her, the hollow of her neck. He kissed and nipped, before sucking and leaving a familiar bruise behind.
Hermione gasped loudly and she bit her lip to suppress the low moan that tried to leave her. She felt something in her snap and her body shook violently, she felt like she was floating, she felt like water, like fire, she felt her magic humming in content and she could feel the elements around her, calling to her.
Seeing Hermione's reaction was all Fred needed to find his own release and he buried his head in her neck to muffle the sounds. He held himself up on his elbows as to not crush her and he worked to get his breathing back under control, he looked down at her serene face, a small smile playing at her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Fred looking down at her.
"What?" she asked. His mouth twitched.
"Nothing," he said softly.
"What did I miss?" George asked as he walked through the door. Hermione and Fred turned to look at him and he paused when he noticed their positions. A half-smirk formed.
"We could always show you," Hermione said lightly and she laughed loudly when Fred gawked and spluttered.
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"I'm not going to see you until April," Hermione muttered tiredly from her place in between the twins. Her head rested on Fred's chest and George nestled behind her, holding her to him.
"But then it'll be three days until our wedding," Fred spoke, trying to lift her spirits.
She smiled, looking at her engagement ring. "Yeah, it will."
"You'll see us before you know it," George assured her. "And we'll have the cottage all set up and habitable. Mum's going to help decorate it for us."
She hummed. "What's it like?"
"That's a surprise." They chuckled when she huffed. "You just focus on your school work, prefect duties and keeping an eye on Malfoy. You let us worry about the wedding and the war."
"Promise me you'll be careful, I don't want to have to heal you again. Voldemort knowing that you are my mates can go either way. He could target you or he could leave you alone in fear of bringing The Blue Mage's wrath to him. And remember that owls are being intercepted, if you're going to write to me, make sure it's charmed and in code. Or ask Sirius if you can borrow his ring for a little while so we can talk, you can't leave the house with it though."
They nodded.
"We promise to be more careful."
"Constant vigilance!" George exclaimed and Hermione giggled.
"I'm going to miss you."
"There's two of us, we'll miss you doubly."
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Hogwarts - Monday 20th January 1997
Hermione was walking down to the great hall for breakfast when she was pulled into an abandoned classroom; she pulled her wand and swirled around, before she relaxed at the sight of a frazzled Harry Potter.
"Where the hell have you been?" Harry demanded. "Everyone saw you leave the castle, bloody well flying, without a broom might I add, and then you disappeared along with a bloody tornado. Dumbledore wouldn't tell me anything, only that you were safe."
"Fred and George were attacked at the shop."
His fury suddenly dropped and he looked at her in shock. "They're okay, right?"
"George was the one with the severest of injuries; Fred only had a few cuts and bruises. George has lost his left ear; it was completely sliced off by a curse." He stared at her sadly. "I healed him; my elemental powers took over and healed him."
"You can do that?" he said surprised.
"Only with my mates."
He looked at her confused before the metaphorical light bulb went off above his head.
"Fred and George are your mates?"
"Yes, they are. They always have been, it just took their lives being threatened for me to realise, I should've known; they've always been different."
"You've found your mates?" he spoke surprised. She gave a light laugh at his shock, but clear happiness for her.
"I have. I spent the weekend with them at Grimmauld; I didn't feel comfortable leaving them. I won't see them until April; by the way, you're going to need either a suit or dress robes."
"Why?" he raised an eyebrow.
She lifted her left hand and removed the Glamour Charm, show casing her engagement ring. He gawked at it.
"Is that an engagement ring?"
"Yes, you wanted to know why I was unlike myself when we returned to school. It was because the twins proposed, but I couldn't say yes knowing that if I found my mates, I would hurt them when I left them, I didn't want to risk that. I love them so much that I couldn't bear the thought of breaking their hearts. It turns out I didn't have to worry, I said yes immediately after healing George. We're getting married three days into the Easter holidays."
"How are you going to plan a wedding? I suppose you want to keep it a secret."
She nodded. "Just until after the wedding, if Voldemort gets word then we'll be vulnerable to attack on my wedding day." He nodded in understanding. "When I return to school I'll be Hermione Weasley-Black, I didn't want to lose Sirius' name considering what it means to me, so I'm hyphenating. Everyone will put the pieces together and by that point it'll be too late. As for planning the wedding, it's Pureblood tradition that the bride's father and the groom's mother do it, though all final decisions lie with the bride and her father. I told Sirius what we want and he'll make sure that we get it without Mrs. Weasley making everything into a spectacle." He chuckled at her.
"Congratulations, Hermione, it's good to see you so happy." Hermione smiled at him before she looped her arm through his and they left the room, heading down to breakfast.
"Hermione, ring," he reminded.
"Oh, thanks for reminding me," she muttered, casting a glamour over it.
"Am I going to have to look out for you?" he asked amused.
"No, that's my responsibility to you as mother hen." He laughed at her.
"Before I forget, Malfoy was looking for you, and he didn't look too good."
"I'll make sure to see him later."
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Hermione was making her way to the library after finishing with dinner in the great hall, when she was suddenly pulled into an abandoned classroom. She had her wand out and facing her capture before they could blink, but she sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Draco.
"Damn it, Draco, I almost hexed you," she scolded. "What is it with people dragging me into abandoned classrooms today?" she grumbled.
"Where the hell where you?" he ran his hands through his hair and paced back and forth.
"Grimmauld, Fred and George were attacked at their shop on Friday. I had to use my elemental magic to heal George, he's lost his left ear." He stopped pacing and he looked at her with his usual pale skin looking sickly. "It turns out Fred and George are my mates."
"Of course they are, it was obvious," he muttered, before pacing again. "Mother's been owling, He wants to know when my next attempt on Dumbledore's life will be. They sent me a bottle of elf wine, along with poison; I don't know how they got it through the wards. What are we going to do?"
"Easy, we stick to the plan, you focus on the cabinet and I'll deal with the wine."
He stopped pacing. "You're going to kill him!" he shrieked.
Hermione snorted. "Don't get your wand in a knot; of course I'm not going to kill him. I won't use the poison; I'll use something milder, just a few abdominal cramps, maybe vomiting at best. You can't be acting like this Draco, the whole point of telling The Order is so you don't have to deal with the stress. I visited Him after I healed George, I'm no longer neutral, I'm working with The Order now, though my role is different from yours. You are a spy, you should spend some time with Snape, have him help you to strengthen your occlumency shields, and everything is going to plan, so calm down," she lectured. "Now, go do your homework."
"What?" He looked at her like she had three heads.
"Homework, go do it, now!"
He continued to stare at her until she used the air around her to push him out of the door. She heard his protests of being bossed around by a, "bloody witch that was half his bloody size'' and she laughed to herself, shaking her head. It would definitely be an interesting term, of that she was sure.