CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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 - Sunday 20th April 1997
"We don't have to do this," Fred spoke gently, looking down at her with observant eyes, watching her like a hawk for a tell of any kind that she was uncomfortable.
They would be returning to Grimmauld the next morning and Hermione would be returning to Hogwarts the following Wednesday. They'd spent their previous days getting Hermione comfortable with anything of a sexual nature and so far she hadn't complained and she hadn't asked them to stop.
Hermione had finally convinced them that she was ready to have sex with them. It had been decided that Fred would be her first seeing as he had the better control of the two; he was less likely to lose his sense than George.
So after George had brought Hermione to orgasm with his very talented tongue, he moved to lay down beside her whilst Fred took his place hovering over her.
"I want this, Fred," she spoke clearly, her face still flushed from her previous orgasm. His eyes searched hers before he took a deep breath.
"Okay, we'll do this slowly, if you need me to stop, tell me."
She smiled and nodded, running her hand down his cheek. He turned his head into her touch and kissed her palm.
He lined himself up at her entrance, coating himself in her wetness; they both let out moans at the feeling. Fred pulled her leg to rest over his hip before ducking down and taking her mouth in a consuming kiss to give her a distraction.
One of Hermione's hands was caught in his hair, the other was held by George who lay beside her, his fingers entwined with hers as he pressed kisses to her hand and nibbled with his teeth.
She felt the slightest pressure inside of her and gasped into Fred's mouth as he slowly pushed into her. It was very uncomfortable. He stopped before pulling out and pushing back in a little, rocking his hips and stretching her. He moved in a little further, before pulling back and repeating the process. Hermione's hand had moved down to his bicep and she gripped tightly, her nails digging into him and leaving crescent shaped marks, whilst her other hand tightened on George's.
She pulled her mouth from his and looked up at him.
"Fred, just do it, please."
He looked down at her and nodded. "Take a deep breath," he warned, before pulling out, she held her breath before he locked his eyes on her and pushed in completely, tearing through her hymen.
She gasped loudly, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and she bit her lip drawing blood, her grip on George's hand and Fred's arm tightened considerably.
Fred groaned and buried his head into her neck, taking deep breaths and forcing himself to not move as he occasionally pressed kisses to her skin. George was beside her, whispering in her ear and pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.
Slowly her grip on them lessened and she wriggled her hips, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full, so stretched. Fred groaned and his hips rocked in response before he caught himself.
"It's okay, you can move now," she promised him.
He pulled his head from her neck, looking down at her for confirmation before he leaned down and kissed her, drawing back slowly and pushing in. He felt her tense up before she relaxed and he repeated his actions.
A short while later she was panting and letting out little moans and mewls. Instinctively she brought her other leg up and hooked it over his hip, they both groaned at the feel of him being able to move deeper inside of her.
Fred pulled back from her, pushing himself up onto his hands so he could better focus on giving her the pleasure he wanted her to have. George turned her head and captured her mouth in a consuming kiss, his hand still entwined with hers.
Hermione let out a loud moan when George sucked on the tip of her tongue and Fred changed the angle of his hips, hitting a spot inside of her that had her pulling away from George, flinging her head back and her inner muscles clenching, her walls fluttering.
Fred's breathing was coming out in pants and he willed himself to remain in control. They could both tell she was close, which Fred was thankful for; he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on, she just felt too good, too warm, too silky, too wet, too tight. It was bordering on being painful.
"Let go, Love," George whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her and his tongue caressed the shell of her ear.
The damn inside Hermione burst, a long, drawn out moan feel from her mouth, her eyes slammed shut and her entire body arched into Fred's as her walls clenched him. He tried to hold back, he did, but it was too hard, it'd been a long while since his last sexual partner, a couple of months before he'd started dating Hermione and he'd honestly never felt more relaxed, more happy.
A burst of magic suddenly left Hermione, five coloured balls of light burst from her chest and floated in the air above them, orange, blue, green, silver and white. They spun in a circle and lit the entire room, as soon as it happened Hermione let out a scream and a second wave hit her, bringing her to orgasm once more.
Fred collapsed exhausted and breathing heavily, he barely caught himself in time to stop himself from squashing her.
"You okay?" he asked panting, her eyes fluttered open and he noticed that her eyes had changed colour, like that time they had when she'd healed George after the attack. Her eyes were no longer chocolate brown, they were now multi-coloured and he stared in wonder.
"Perfect," her voice came out musical. "I love you, My Mate."
Fred's entire body shivered and he gulped. He didn't know where his next words came from, but they felt right.
"Just as I love you, My Wife, My Love, My Lady," he responded and he leaned down to kiss her, before pulling out of her and moving to the side, he looked up at the glowing orbs of light in awe.
Without thought Hermione turned to George and he was smiling at her, she leaned forward and kissed him and it quickly ended with him hovering over her, preparing to enter her. He didn't bother asking her if it was what she wanted, he could see her answer as clear as day on her face and in her multi-coloured eyes.
He took her mouth in a consuming kiss and he pushed into her, sheathing himself in her tight channel. She gasped into his mouth and he let out a groan at the tightness, the silkiness, the heat that surrounded him. He allowed her time to adjust to him before she wriggled her hips, giving him her permission to move.
He started with a slow and steady pace, but it soon wasn't enough for either of them and Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist and her hips moved against his.
He pushed himself off his elbows and onto his hands, dragging his mouth away from hers and down her neck, nipping and sucking. He felt the mattress shift, Fred turned to face them, his head propped on one hand, his other hand started to trail over the skin of Hermione's stomach in the gap between their bodies.
Hermione's pants were coming out quicker, her moans louder and she gripped at the bedding tightly. George sat back on his haunches and moved his hands to her hips, pulling her into him with each of his thrusts, each thrust getting harder and faster until he was slamming into her.
That was the reason it was decided Fred would be her first, George didn't want to lose control of himself and hurt her, but she didn't seem to mind. Fred was suckling at her neck, his hand snaked down Hermione's stomach and to her centre where he found her nub and rubbed in well timed circles.
Hermione's head flung back and without warning her walls clamped down around George, she arched into him and gave a loud moan through her pants. George clenched his teeth and hissed, he cursed in surprise when it happened and he was powerless to hold back and he found his release. When he did Hermione screamed as a second orgasm hit her and once more, orbs of light burst from her chest, they flew into the air, melding with the others and they spun quickly.
George was panting and he leaned down and kissed her.
"I love you, My Mate," her musical voice said.
"I love you, My Wife, My Love, My Lady," he responded, having no idea where the words had come from but they felt right to him.
He pulled out of her and flopped down beside her, just as the orbs of light collided, they gave a sudden bang and then they burst like fireworks around the room. They all watched mesmerised.
"What was that?" Fred whispered in the silence. Hermione snuggled into them with a smile on her face.
"That was us."
They looked at her confused. "Us?" they questioned.
"Hmm, that was our magic, our lives and our souls merging together. That was the completion of our bond. " They smiled at her.
"You feeling okay?" George asked her softly.
She hummed. "Wonderful." They beamed in response.
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12 Grimmauld Place - Monday 21st April 1997
"Kitten?" Hermione looked up and smiled when Sirius entered her bedroom. Hermione and the twins had returned to Grimmauld three hours prior and she knew he had wanted to talk to her.
He sat down on the bed beside her.
"So, how was your week?"
She knew what he was asking. "It was wonderful, Sirius," she said, and he looked relieved. "I was right though, they made me wait a week," she scowled and he chuckled at her. "It was three days into our honeymoon when I finally threw a hissy fit since we hadn't done anything but kiss and cuddle." He snorted at her. "They spent the rest of the week easing me into everything slowly."
"So last night?"
She nodded. "The bond's complete, we saw it, orbs of light floated in the air before they exploded like fireworks." He smiled at her. "That's not all that happened though."
"What else happened?" he frowned.
She blushed and he raised an eyebrow.
She cleared her throat. "Well, since the floo network still isn't set up we had to apparate, when we left the cottage things were a little different."
"How so?"
"More flowers, more trees, the grass looked greener and the lake, it looked clean, the colour of the Caribbean Ocean even."
He looked intrigued. "It was forecast rain today, you're the reason it's currently twenty-three degrees in the middle of spring and there's not a cloud in the sky?" he said amused.
"I think so, a side effect of the bonding maybe?"
"It's likely," he nodded. "You're sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm perfect," she assured him.
Hermione looked up when she heard the twins walking into the room, both with smug looks on their faces.
"You're looking smug," she commented.
"Well, we have reason to be," George grinned. Fred slapped him on the back of the head before he could say anything else, especially in front of Sirius.
"That's my cue to leave," Sirius spoke standing. "Before I forget, they took the bait."
"Death Eaters?" Hermione asked.
He nodded. "They turned up at the warehouse at sun rise, we were waiting for them, we managed to capture five of them, Dumbledore has a place to keep them for now, we can't risk them in Azkaban with The Ministry being corrupt."
"Do we know their identities?"
"Just two, Avery and McNair, the other three look to be new recruits, they're out of the way anyway," he shrugged, before leaving the room.
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Hogwarts - Wednesday 23rd April 1997
Hermione was sat at the Gryffindor table eating her dinner when there was a loud shriek and the entire hall went quiet. Lavender and Pavarti ran into the hall and shoved Harry out of the way so they could sit next to her.
"You got married!" they shrieked, picking up her left hand and seeing the no longer glamoured engagement ring and her newly added wedding ring. The entire hall broke into whispers, she turned and glared down the table at Ginny who promptly looked away.
"Yes, I got married," she said, both looking and sounding bored.
"But you said you weren't getting married, that they were just rumours," Lavender pouted.
"I lied, we are in times of war, I wasn't putting my husbands and my family at risk of a Death Eater attack, on what is supposed to be a day of happiness and love. I was not turning that into a bloodbath."
"Did you have a honeymoon?" Pavarti asked.
"Yes, we stayed at the property Fred and George bought for us to live in."
They sighed. "That's so romantic, a secret wedding and a secret honeymoon," Pavarti looked off into the distance with a stupid look on her face.
"Now, Hermione, tell me," Lavender spoke looking at her seriously. "Fred and George, we've heard rumours, are they true?"
Pavarti giggled. "Yeah, is it true they're good in bed? Like Sex God good?"
Hermione stared at them before turning back to her food and ignoring them completely. They continued to prattle on and Harry laughed when he noticed Hermione's less than pleased expression. He suspected he would have his work cut out for him when having to stop her from hexing the Gossip Queens.
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Monday 30th June 1997
Two months after Hermione returned to Hogwarts and she was set to leave for the summer in a few days time. Exams were over, classes were done, everyone was just waiting to go home until they returned to school next September.
She and the twins communicated regularly, but she missed them, more so than she ever thought possible. It was like there was something inside of her that craved them. She ached to be near them, she ached to hear their voices and to see their smiles. She ached to have them touch her. She couldn't describe it, she just wanted them, no, she needed them.
She'd been feeling different lately; her back was always aching, so were her to feet to the point of poor Harry or Draco having to rub her shoulders for her when they were alone. She had wicked mood swings that put the fear of Merlin in everyone, her magic had even been acting up. She once walked past a lit torch and the flames went flying through the air and they crashed into a suit of armour, catching the tail of a tapestry which burnt down, almost along with a portrait. She looked at a glass of water and it exploded, her cauldron melted in potions, and in charms she accidentally levitated Flitwick. He hadn't been impressed.
It wasn't just her magic that was affected, no, the weather was too. Due to her mood swings, when she felt sad she had hysterical crying fits in which the spring time weather outside, promptly changed to rain storms that flooded the castle grounds. It was fair to say they'd had a few in the last month.
On top of that, she hadn't been able to keep any food down for the last three weeks, all she had to do was look at Ron scoffing his face and she went green and had to leave the great hall to find the nearest bathroom, in which she would empty the contents of her stomach for close to half an hour. It even happened in class, Snape had to send her to the bathroom several times in potions, as had Hagrid in care of magical creatures. And to top it off, she couldn't sleep and if she stood up too fast she got light headed.
She put it down to stress and she was glad she would be seeing her husbands soon.
She was currently making her way to the great hall for lunch with Harry. As she entered the great hall the smell of food overwhelmed her senses and a wave of nausea hit her. She threw her hand over her mouth and darted to the nearest girl's bathroom, without thought Harry ran after her.
She barely made it in time before she lost the contents of her stomach, well, what she had left of it. She coughed and rested her head against the toilet as she slumped on the ground.
"Hermione!" Harry called.
"I'm fine!" she said, before she retched again, coughing as she felt the acid from her stomach burn the back of her throat.
Harry scrunched his nose up.
"Hermione?" he said again, this time moving to the stall and pushing the door open to see her slumped figure. "Hermione, I'm worried about you, you haven't been right for weeks. Your magic's off, you're always complaining about back pain, your temper's worse, you snapped at Malfoy for breathing too loud yesterday and you've been throwing up for a week."
"Three weeks," she corrected.
He shuffled on his feet nervously.
"What is it, Harry?" she sighed.
"Well, it's that... well... do you think you could be... you know?" he looked around, making sure they were the only occupants of the bathroom. "Pregnant," he whispered the last word.
She looked up at him with a serious expression on her face. "I'm not pregnant, Harry."
"You could be, I'm a bloke and even I know the basic symptoms of pregnancy."
"Harry, I take the Contraception Potion." His face flushed. "I took it once a day and stopped when I returned to Hogwarts."
"Okay, so it's not pregnancy, what is it? You're clearly not well."
"Stress," she answered.
He snorted. "That's ridiculous, go to the hospital wing; it's been going on long enough."
"No," she replied stubbornly.
"Go to the hospital wing."
"I'll be fine."
"Don't make me go and get Malfoy, we're not supposed to interact in public, but I'll bring him here so he can help me drag you to the hospital wing, do you want to put his life in danger?"
"Fine!" she snapped, standing up, flushing the toilet and storming out of the bathroom and towards the hospital wing. Harry followed behind her at a distance after seeing that her hair was sparking.
When they reached the hospital wing Madame Pomphrey approached them.
"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Weasley-Black, what can I help you with?" she asked them.
"Hermione's been under the weather lately," Harry answered, whilst Hermione silently fumed at her best friend.
"Oh dear," she muttered, ushering Hermione onto a bed. "What are the symptoms?"
"Her magic's acting out, she's been having mood swings, aching back and feet, light headed when she stands up, and she's been throwing her guts up for the last three weeks," he listed. Her eyes widened immediately at the list.
"I'm not pregnant," Hermione said, seeing the look Madam Pomphrey had trained on her stomach. "I was on the Contraception Potion, Professor Snape brewed it himself."
Madame Pomphrey hummed. "His potions are always one hundred percent effective," she said thoughtfully.
"I know, I think it's just stress, you know, the war, getting married, exams."
She nodded. "That's possible, but I'd like to run a few diagnostic spells just to be sure, you do look a little peaky."
She sighed. Madame Pomphrey began waving her wand in intricate motions and muttering under her breath, humming and looking thoughtful.
"Okay, that rules that out," she said to herself. "One more spell if you will, a Pregnancy Charm, I know, but I just want to be sure," she spoke, interrupting Hermione's rant before it could start. "If we have a white glow it's negative, a gold glow is positive," she told them.
Hermione sighed and Harry held his breath as Madame Pomphrey cast the charm.
Hermione's stomach began to glow and they all held their breaths.