CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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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The Cottage - Thursday 15th April 1997

The first couple of days of the honeymoon flew by for Hermione, she spent most of her time in the library, at which she had concluded all of the books were the originals from Grimmauld, meaning Sirius had likely copied them and kept the copies at Grimmauld for The Order and given her the originals as a wedding gift. When she wasn't in the library with the twins, she was down in their potions lab, helping them to improve recipes or figure out why a certain potion kept exploding.

Unfortunately for the twins, they had discovered that Hermione was no Mrs. Weasley; she couldn't cook to save her life. They didn't believe her until she'd made them a lasagne which ended up being a confusing mixture of burnt and undercooked. All in all, it was inedible, likely fatal. They'd laughed at her scowl and her mutterings to herself, luckily they didn't go unfed since George had some talent in the kitchen, much to Hermione's surprise, though Fred informed her that, he too, was pants in the kitchen making her feel better. So the designated cook for the rest of their lives together would be George, though he didn't seem to mind.

Everything between them was perfect, except for the fact that they'd kept their word and on the third day of their honeymoon, they'd yet to have sex. She'd tried to convince them, to bring them around, to change their minds but they held out. George was much easier to dissuade, all it took was a pleading gaze from Hermione, a few kisses which quickly turned into something more and he would be on the verge of giving in to her wishes, but Fred would miraculously turn up out of nowhere and interfere, pulling George away from her and reining him in since Fred was the most controlled of the two. He was the one to keep George from always going too far. Hermione would pout and then huff before storming off and Fred would chuckle at her, shaking his head in amusement.

She'd lost count of the number of times she'd cornered George, but she wasn't afraid to admit she had yet to give in and so, when she found George in the kitchen making a late dinner since they'd worked through it in the lab, she couldn't help herself.

He was fresh out of the shower, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon and spice, his red hair darker than usual since it was still damp, he was shirtless and clad only in pyjama bottoms, giving her rather nice view.

Hermione had a smile on her face as she walked towards him and wrapping her arms around him from behind. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a smile before going back to his task.

"Should be about twenty minutes," he commented.

"Hmm, what are you making?"

"Lasagne," he answered with a smirk.

"Rub it in why don't you," she muttered and he laughed at her.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, before slipping the knife into the sink, wiping his hands down and then turning around to face her. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer to him.

"And how can I make it up to my beautiful wife?" he asked, looking down at her, whilst she looked up to him.

"You're a creative genius, I'm sure you could come up with something,"

"A creative genius, eh?" he spoke smugly.

"You know, I've been practicing with my elemental magic."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I'm sure there's something I could do to keep that ego of yours in line."

"I'm sure there is," he agreed, nodding seriously. "How about I apologise now?"

"I think that's for the best," she agreed. He chuckled at her before he ducked his head down and kissed her.

Hermione rose up onto her tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck, her hands moving into his hair and tugging lightly. They both let out moans and George turned them so Hermione's back hit the counter top and he cautiously ran his hands down her sides, past her sleep shorts and he gently picked her up, setting her on the counter, stepping in between her legs which she hooked around the back of his legs to keep him to her.

He groaned into her mouth and his hands slipped under her shirt to trail over her sides, before moving down to her legs. Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, squeezing and gripping before trailing her fingers gently down his torso, he shivered and twitched under her gentle ministrations.

It was clear they had both forgotten their surroundings, that they'd gotten lost in the other since they didn't notice Fred walk into the room, his hair also damp and wearing a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

He stopped when he entered and noticed the two of them, oblivious to anyone but each other. He watched them amused and leaned against the breakfast bar with his arms folded.

He cleared his throat to get their attention and to alert them to his presence, but they ignored him. He chuckled and cleared his throat again, they still ignored him. He noticed they were both becoming more insistent in their actions towards each other. Hermione's hands gripped at George's shoulders, before raking down his back and across his shoulders.

George's hands had disappeared under her shirt, before they moved to her hips, pulling her closer to him and the edge of the counter, in which Hermione's legs moved from being hooked around his legs, to wrapping around his waist.

Fred thought it best to quickly defuse the situation before things were taken too far.

He coughed but still they didn't react. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Oi!" he called.

They pulled away from each other, their eyes glazed over and chests heaving. They turned their heads to look at him and he raised an eyebrow at their annoyed expressions.

"What?" Hermione scowled.

"Just thought I'd stop you both before things went a little too far," he commented.

"And what's wrong with that?" she asked, pulling her arms away from George and crossing them in front of her.

"Hermione, we have to be careful, we have to be sure that you're both ready and comfortable," he spoke softly, seeing that she was clearly annoyed with him.

"And why can't you just take my word for it?" she asked with irritation showing not only on her face, but in her voice too. "Don't you trust me?" That time she sounded hurt, before she hopped off the counter and headed out of the room.

George sighed and ran his hand through his hair before looking at his twin, who had a frown on his face.

"She's right, you know?" George spoke and Fred looked up at him. "We should trust her judgement; we should trust that she's telling us the truth."

"She was sexually abused for years, George!" Fred's voice rose.

"I know she was, but she's right, we have to listen to her, imagine the way she feels," George spoke calmly. "She's practically begging us and we keep rejecting her. When she didn't want the attention of her father, he wouldn't leave her alone, but now she wants to be with us and we're keeping her at arm's length."

"We can't hurt her!"

"We can still be with her without hurting her, we just have to be careful, at least for a little while, take our cues from her."

Fred sighed and ran his hand through his hair, exasperated.

"You think we should give her what she wants," he stated knowingly.

"I do," he shrugged.

"You're just thinking with your dick," Fred paced back and forth.

"Not entirely, I love her, she's our wife, of course I want to have sex with her, but she wants it too and we're denying her the right as well as ourselves, we're not listening to her wishes."

"We need to tread lightly."

"And we have been, but she wants more, we don't have to have sex with her now, just give her more, it's what she wants."

"You think we should move onto the next step?"

"I think we should skip a few," he shrugged. "If it bothers you, you don't have to be present, but I don't think I can deny her any longer, it's killing me inside."

He sighed in defeat. "Fine, we skip a few steps, but not sex, not yet."

George shrugged. "Fine with me," he turned and quickly removed the lasagne from the oven seeing as it was done, he cast a Stasis Charm over it and then left the room with Fred following behind him.

They checked the library and potion's lab, seeing that Hermione wasn't in either room and they headed to their bedroom.

Hermione was sat on the bed, her legs crossed and looking down at the quilt cover, her hands tracing patterns on the fabric. She didn't look up when they entered, neither did she when they sat down on either side of her.

"We love you," Fred spoke, reaching up and pushing a curl behind her ear.

"Funny way of showing it," she muttered.

Fred sighed. "Hermione, I love you, I'm just worried that we'll push you too far and you'll have a flashback, look how far you've come. I saw you hug Harry and Malfoy at the wedding, you couldn't do that when we started dating. And you danced with our father and brothers too. I don't want you to go back over on all the progress you've made."

"You have to trust that I know what I'm doing, that I know what I want, that I'll tell you if something makes me uncomfortable. We have to communicate with each other."

"I know, and I'm sorry if I made you feel unwanted, of course I want you, I just have more control over myself than George."

"Don't I know it," she mumbled and George snorted at her.

"The point is, I'm sorry, I love you, we both do." He kissed her cheek and she sighed and he knew she'd forgiven him. She turned to face him and he gave her a soft smile.

"You're an idiot," she stated without remorse.

"I am," he agreed, nodding his head.

"A lovable idiot, but an idiot nevertheless."

He grinned at her, before leaning forward and kissing her. He pulled back to see her smiling slightly and he chuckled before kissing her once more, pushing her down onto the mattress until she lay on her back and he was hovering over her.

"And we think that this is the perfect opportunity for us skip a few steps, not sex yet, but more," he spoke, once he pulled away from her mouth.

"Really?" she asked, her smile wide and her eyes shining.

In that moment Fred knew that he was making the right decision. He looked over to his twin who looked just as happy as Hermione did, and with that look, they both decided it should be George to carry out the next step.

"Really," he confirmed, before kissing her one last time and then he pulled back. She looked confused when he moved and laid down beside her.

"George," was the only answer he gave her.

She turned her head to the left to see George grinning and she couldn't stop the laugh that left her.

"You look creepy," she commented.

"She's right, it's frightening, is that what I look like when I do that?" Fred asked, causing her to laugh louder.

"This is supposed to be an intense and serious moment," George huffed, but they knew he was only messing with them.

"Sorry," she laughed and he shook his head at her.

When she calmed down he moved closer to her until he was hovering over her and looking down at her.

"Ground rules," he spoke and she nodded. "If I do anything you are not comfortable with, you need to tell me. If I do anything you don't like, you need to tell me. If you want me to stop, you need to tell me, agreed?"

She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face, lifting her hand to trail down his cheek and he leaned into her touch.

"I promise."

He smiled at her before tilting his head down to kiss her, as soon as his lips touched hers, all of the passion that had been building between them in the kitchen came back full force, as if they'd never been interrupted.

Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging and pulling before moving to his shoulders and back, she could feel his hands running over her stomach and sides, under her shirt and she shivered under him.

His hands found their way to the edge of her shirt and he tugged on it and pulled away from her, a questioning look on his face.

She looked at George and then Fred, they both wore the same expression. She smiled at them both.

"It's okay, I promise."

They both eyed her carefully, shared a look and then George slowly moved her shirt up, giving her chance to stop him, but she didn't. In fact, she helped him by shifting so he could pull her shirt over her shoulders, head and arms.

They both went silent when her bare breasts were revealed to them, seeing as she wasn't wearing a bra. They both stared with their mouths hung open and Hermione giggled in response, unable to contain it.

"You're not wearing a bra," George whispered in shock.

"Obviously," she laughed at them, drawing their attention back to her face. "They're uncomfortable to sleep in," she shrugged.

They both let out strangled sounds before George's mouth crashed against hers, the passion between them burning. Only when she was breathless did he pull away from her and he turned his attention to trailing kisses across her cheek, down her jaw and he nibbled at her ear lobe.

She gave a moan and her hands gripped at his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. He slowly moved down her, pressing kisses down her throat, moving down the valley of her breasts and George quickly shared a look with Fred before he slipped his mouth around Hermione's nipple, gauging her reaction.

She gasped loudly and moaned, her nails biting into him harder and her back arching off the bed and into him. She could feel Fred beside her, running a hand softly up and down her arm, across her shoulder and collar bone and back down to her arm, repeating the movement over and over again.

"Do you want him to stop?" he asked her softly.

She shook her head wildly. "No," she moaned.

At her approval George gave a nip before soothing it with his tongue and he continued to suck gently, before pulling away and moving to her other nipple. After a couple minutes George slowly started making his way down her body once more, placing kisses down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel and she giggled, causing him to chuckle.

He dragged his teeth across her hip bone before kissing along the length of the waist band of her shorts. He once more shared a look with Fred and then looked at Hermione.

As if knowing what he was thinking she locked her eyes on his. She guessed this was the next step, she was comfortable around them, there was no doubt about that, they had all slept in their underwear since the wedding night so that didn't bother her. But would it bother her being naked? There was only way to find out.

She nodded and lifted her hips off the bed, George stared at her for a few seconds before hooking his fingers into not only her shorts, but her underwear too, and he dragged them down her body, his eyes, as well as Fred's remained glued to her, watching for her reaction. She seemed fine and so he dropped the clothing onto the floor.

He started placing soft kisses on her ankle, his hands making their way up her body, his lips following the movement and when he reached the top of her thigh, he moved to her other leg, starting at her ankle and slowly making his way up, nibbling at the skin behind her knee and she giggled before moaning.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, her chest was rising and falling erratically, her eyes were closed and her head titled back slightly, her hands gripped the bedding and she let out soft pants and moans, as Fred's hands had now moved to trailing over her stomach.

He and George shared a look and Fred nodded, George turned his attention back to Hermione before he ducked his head down and placed a kiss on her centre, his tongue darting out to swipe through her glistening folds. George gave a groan and his eyes closed, whilst Hermione gasped loudly and her hips bucked in response.

"Do you want him to stop?" Fred asked her and George took another tentative swipe with his tongue, watching her reaction.

"Merlin, no!" she exclaimed.

That was all George needed to know and he lowered his head to swipe his tongue through her folds several more times, dipping into her entrance before pulling back out, almost as if he hadn't even done it, but he had and she knew it. His mouth found her nub and he sucked it into his mouth, nibbling gently before letting go and swirling and curling his tongue.

Hermione's head flew back further, her moans were getting louder, her breathing faster, her grip on the bedding was getting tighter and they both relished in the sounds she was making and the sight she made.

They could both tell she was getting close to her release.

Fred removed her hand from the bedding and brought it up to his mouth, he kissed her fingertips before nibbling each one once more brought her nub into his mouth at the same time as Fred sucked the tip of her index finger into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip and nibbling.

Hermione gave a long, drawn out moan and her body shook as the knot in her stomach suddenly snapped and she lost all thought, she lost all of her senses, she couldn't hear or see, she could only feel, feel what her husbands were doing to her.

George didn't let up, continuing to stimulate her, lapping up her release lazily and drawing out her pleasure for longer.

Only when she slumped into the mattress did he pull back from her. He moved back up her body, hovering over her and he looked down at her relaxed expression, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as pants left her.

"You okay?" he asked her softly.

She nodded, speechless.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she breathed out and then her eyes fluttered open, her eyes locked onto his turquoise ones and she reached up with her free hand -since Fred was still placing kisses to her other- and she hooked it around his neck and pulled him down to her so she could kiss him.

Her mouth met his eagerly and he was slightly surprised by her reaction but quickly got himself under control and kissed her back. Her hand moved from his neck and trailed down his body until she reached the waist band of his pyjama bottoms. George pulled back and looked down at her softly.

"Nope,"

"But what about you?" she frowned, seeing the obvious desire he had for her, Fred too.

"Nope, this is all about you."

"Even if I want to?"

He drew in a ragged breath. "Not tonight."

"Later?"

"Merlin, this is going to be a long night!" George groaned, Fred chuckled, shaking his head.