It was Halloween and they were meant to be going to a costume party in Godric's Hallow. Ginny and Harry had decided to throw the party to celebrate the holiday months before. Hermione had been looking forward to the party, wanting to dress up alongside her husbands. She knew that the party would be amazing, with a large bonfire, fireworks, Molly's cooking, drinking, dancing and games to keep all of the children entertained. She'd looked forward to it for so long but now she wasn't feeling it as she stared critically at herself in the mirror: she wore a thigh length black skirt, and a orange top that was tight over her breasts, leaving her stomach exposed. Her feet were bare and she'd put a green headband in her hair. Her stomach was painted like a carved smiling pumpkin and she felt hideous.
She was large, her stomach rounded out before her. She'd always been petite, at five foot high, with slender hips and small boobs. She'd never minded been on the smaller side, she could usually reach the lower things easier, and she had her husbands who were more than capable of reaching up high, as they were over a foot taller than she was. Her dad's aunt Fiona had once commented that she didn't have childbearing hips, something Hermione resonated with now. She was well into her third trimester and her hips had widened slightly, but compared to witches like Ginny and Susan, she was still incredibly petite, except for the large space hopper sized ball that was her stomach, jutting out hideously above her slender hips, her stomach covered in thick purple stretchmarks which also lined the edges of her breasts that had swelled to epic proportions, no longer the small handfuls they'd once been they were large, heavy and laden with milk. She could see the stretchmarks through the paint on her stomach, distorting her pumpkin hideously.
"Hermione love are you ready to go to the party," Fred's voice called as he stepped into their bedroom, she shook her head, her lower lip quivering.
"What's wrong love," he asked quietly, stepping up behind her he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her stomach lovingly as he rested his head atop of hers.
"I'm ginormous and ugly," Fred let out a chuckle and kissed the top of her head, his eyes amused in the mirror, locked onto hers, He looked handsome dressed as a scarecrow while she was a giant ugly orange pumpkin.
"You are beautiful," he breathed.
"I don't feel it," she murmured.
"What's taking so long," George asked, stepping into the room.
"Our wife thinks she's ginormous and ugly," Fred responded, George frowned at her and moved forward, pulling her into his arms.
"You are large because you are pregnant, keeping our babies safe and healthy, I'd be concerned if you weren't. You could never be ugly, you are the most beautiful and amazing women I have ever met," George told her seriously, he tilted her head up and kissed her lips, wiping away her tears with his fingers.
"I'm miserable," she told him, rubbing her back the best she could with her hand. It hurt to do most things now, the weight of her abdomen was too much for her to carry.
"Let me help," Fred spoke, he was still stood behind her, she felt safe cocooned between both of her lovers. Fred's hands stroked down her stomach, settling under the mammoth mound. He lifted her stomach, pulling her back to rest against his broad chest.
"Ohh," she sighed in relief as he took some of the weight from her, she widened her stance, and relaxed against him.
"Let us show you how beautiful you are to us love," George said as he lowered himself down onto his knees, he tugged down her lace knickers and lifted her right knee over his shoulder, his mouth kissing its way up her thighs, Hermione let out a little sigh as he did this, her hands rising to her tender nipples, pinching them softly through her tight top as George made his way to her clit, sucking it softly, his tongue rolling around the hardened nub as he thrust three fingers into her.
"Your dripping love," he breathed against her, the warm air of his breath sending pleasurable tingles throughout her body as she felt it against her engorged clitoris, Hermione groaned, bucking against his face, her back arching as she came with a scream.
"Gorgeous," Fred breathed kissing his way down her neck, his hardened shaft digging into her arse as he rocked against her.
"Need more," she groaned.
"What do you need," Fred asked her, removing one hand from supporting her stomach, he reached down and rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
"I need your cocks inside me," she breathed needily. Since becoming pregnant, Hermione had found herself to be hornier than she had ever before been in her life, she was glad she had two husbands, for she was certain that her sex drive was far too much for any one man to handle.
"What position do you want love," George asked her as he lowered her shaking leg back to the ground, a very good question, as her stomach continued to expand, she'd found it more and more difficult to get into many of her favourite positions.
"I need you both inside me," she replied.
"We haven't done that in a while," Fred commented.
"It might not be comfortable," George told her.
"I don't care I need you, both of you in my cunt," she told them bluntly, staring into George's eyes, he nodded, rising to his feet.
"Okay, we'll try," he told her, he lent in and kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips.
"Please," she moaned.
"Come love, come sit on my cock," Fred told her, he hurriedly removed the brown trousers he was wearing, having been dressed as a scarecrow, he was commando under them his cock hard and purple. Fred helped her onto the bed, positioning her over his cock as he laid himself propped against their many pillows. She sunk down against him, taking him into her quickly, both moaning in delight.
"George, join us," she pleaded, looking at him across their room.
"Of course love," he said, quickly he removed his scarecrow costume, discarding it where he stood before striding across the room, his cock standing proud.
"Lean back against my chest love," Fred told her, his cock still deep within her, he eased her body backwards and spread her legs wide on either side of his thighs which he had propped up. She felt a burning sensation in her muscles as he did so and groaned as George climbed onto the bed, making his way between them his cock brushing against her clit.
"Please," she begged him, George didn't need asking again as he lined himself up with her opening and pushed his way into her, his cock filling her alongside Freds.
"Oh, ah, so full," she breathed.
"You okay love," Fred asked kissing her shoulder, she nodded, her eyes watering.
"Fuck me," she asked, slowly they began moving, taking it in turns to pull their cocks out of her, so only their tips remained before sliding back into her. They built up their pace, increasing their speed, both of them groaning in sync with her breathy moans. Pushing her top up over her breasts she kneaded both of them in her hands as they continued to pleasure her with their shafts. She squeezed and massaged, rolling her hands around them before moving to her taught darkened nipples. She rolled her fingers around their circumference, her areolas sensitive to the touch, she whimpered, feeling their fullness it was uncomfortable, but also pleasurable. She pinched her hardened nipples roughly, zings of pleasure shooting through them, she tugged at them, moving her fingers tightly from areola to glistening tips, her milk beading, in need of release.
"Let me help," George whispered, he thrust within her and brought his mouth to her left breast, kissing along her flesh, sucking, and leaving small nips as he made his way to her nipple.
"Please," she whimpered. George chuckled, his lips closing around her engorged peak as he sucked, drinking her milk, his tongue leisurely sweeping around her nipple, in the same motion he used when performing oral sex. Without warning her walls clamped down, she screamed as she came between them, her back arching against Freds chest as he thrust into her a final time spurting his seeds within her. George groaned, pushing into her alongside his twin, his own release causing him to buck hard against her cervix. She was so full, her walls contracting tightly around both of them as her body shook with the force of her explosive climax.
"How could you ever think you weren't beautiful, you're a goddess love," Fred whispered to her, pulling his spent cock out of her, he lifted her, moving out from under her, together he and George settled her resting back against the pillows before each taking one of her heavy breasts in hand, and bringing their lips to her flesh they began suckling, drinking from her darkened rock hard teats.
"I love you both," she moaned, she could feel their combined essence running down her thighs as she ran her hands through their fiery hair.
"We love you," they said together.
"My pumpkin is ruined, she commented, from her position against the pillows she could see that the pumpkin painted on her rounded stomach was smudged, George's chest was covered in orange, black and yellow paint.
"We can repaint it if you still want to go to the party," Fred told her, lifting his head to look up at her with heated eyes.
"I think I'd rather stay here this year," she told him, groaning as George's hand snaked its way between her thighs to thrust into her.
"Think you can come again love," George asked, she nodded eagerly as he thrust his entire fist into her, her eyes rolling as they continued to lavish attention to her breasts, suckling her mother's milk as they eased away the discomfort in her aching chest.
"I'm sure she can," Fred breathed, his breath blowing against her teat, he was right, the next orgasm approached quickly, and Hermione felt a gushing escape her, a sharp pain accompanying the pleasure as she came once more.
"I don't think you've ever squirted so hard love," George told her, removing his fist from within her, he gently rubbed at her sensitive clit, another sudden and explosive orgasm easing the sudden pain away.
"So much liquid," Fred commented, his eyes now on the spot between her legs.
"I think my waters just broke," she told them calmly as another sharp cramp rippled through her.
"What, it's too early," Fred said, his eyes going wide.
"We were too rough," George told her worriedly.
"I enjoyed it, I asked for it. I'm pregnant with twins, it was unlikely I'd ever make it to my due date due to my size. I only had a week left to go so they will be fine," she spoke, gritting her teeth as a contraction rippled through her.
"What can we do," George asked.
"Help me get into the bath," she told them, they did, carefully carrying her between them, they got her into the large tub in their ensuite, which they filled with hot water. Removing what little remained of their outfits, all three of them sat together, Hermione supported between them as each contraction came, stronger than the last. Fred and George took it in turn stroking her clitoris and sucking at her nipples, orgasm after orgasm, helping to ease the pain of the strengthening contractions.
"Should we get Poppy or mum," Fred asked hours later when a particularly bad contraction ripped through her, both he and George now wore swimming trunks in preparation for when they needed assistance with the birth.
"Not yet, it takes hours for babies to arrive, I want it to be just us for as long as possible," she told him, groaning in pain with the next wave of contractions, no amount of pleasure could ebb this away now, she clung to George's arm, closing her eyes as the pain travelled through her stomach and pelvis, her body readying itself for labour.
"What about a different position," George suggested, he was currently rubbing her back with his spare hand while her head rested against Freds shoulder. Fred was holding her stomach, supporting her as she moaned in pain.
"That may help, can you help me onto my knees, I want to lean forward against the edge of the tub," she groaned feeling a pressure building between her legs, they moved her, repositioning her carefully as she directed. Another contraction came, followed by another and then another, she felt the sudden need to push and felt blind panic all of a sudden.
"Get Poppy," she let out a brutal groan, and pushed with a sudden intensity, she felt the shifting of a baby as it moved down her birth canal. Fred was cradling her against his body, his hands supporting the weight of her stomach. Hermione gripped the marble edge of their tub, a replica of the one in the Prefects Bathroom at Hogwarts. She was aware of George sending off a patronus to Poppy, the silver otter gliding away to bring help.
"You're doing so well," George breathed, he moved sweat soaked hair out of her face and kissed her brow. She was crying out in agonising pain, as the next contraction came and she felt the need to push again, bearing down she felt the baby slip out of her, George was there lifting it carefully out of the water. There was silence for a moment, all three of them looking at the tiny redhead cradled in George's arms and then a loud wail erupted from their tiny infant. All three of them were crying, Hermione barely feeling the next contraction as George passed her their child after he had cut and tied off the baby's umbilical cord.
"A little girl," he said, the baby's eyes were closed, but she instinctively found Hermione's nipple latching on and suckling as Hermione felt the need to push once more, she felt their second baby moving within her, already in position to be birthed. Holding her daughter to her breast, she lent back against Fred, he held her to him, she adjusted her position, her knees aching, she rose up onto her feet and reached for George's hand with the hand not holding their baby.
"Your almost done love," he told her, kissing her cheek.
"Couple more pushes," Fred said, kissing the back of her neck, she crouched, her knees bending as she pushed, whimpering as she felt something ripping within her, she closed her eyes, squeezing George's hand as Fred supported her weight against his body. Instinctively she pushed again, moaning in pain as the baby slipped out of her.
"Well done love, all done now," Fred breathed, his hands stroking her stomach as George let go of her and scooped their second baby out of the tepid water, the baby instantly began to cry, and George shushed it lovingly as he cut the second cord and tied it off.
"A little boy, love," George told her.
"We have one of each," she sobbed, they'd decided to let their genders be a surprise, so long as they were healthy, they didn't care if they were a boy or a girl.
"So proud of you, look what you've done, your amazing, so beautiful," Fred praised as George passed her their son, like his sister the little boy instinctively latched onto her.
"You two helped," she breathed, wincing as she felt another sharp pain.
"What's wrong love," George asked.
"Something doesn't feel right," she gasped, "Take the babies," she cried, pain unlike any she'd felt before ripped through her, contractions tearing through her, she felt the need to push and tried but something was stuck not moving within her. George had taken the babies, one in each arm and was looking at her worriedly as the babies began to cry.
"She's bleeding," Fred gasped, Hermione whimpered her eyes closed, she felt Fred lifting her, taking her out of their tub, she felt herself getting lowered onto their bed. She was in agony, it felt like knifes were ripping her apart.
"I don't want to die," she cried.
"You're not dying," Fred told her firmly, he had her legs spread and was looking at her worriedly, not sure what to do. George was beside him, his face pale as he held their two newborns against his chest.
The whooshing of the floo sounded from the living room, "Hermione", Poppy's kind voice called.
"We're in the bedroom, there's something wrong," Fred shouted, moments later their bedroom door opened and in stepped Poppy, her mediwitch bag in hand as she took in the scene.
"Mr Weasley, those babies need wrapping up, they will be getting cold," she ordered, George nodded, hurrying to do as instructed as Poppy moved towards the bed, Fred scrambling out of the way. Hermione was laid in agony, clutching at her stomach.
"She's bleeding," Fred spoke worriedly.
"I can see that Mr Weasley," Poppy replied tersely as she drew her wand and began casting silent spells over Hermione.
"Don't let me die," Hermione begged.
"Oh my," Poppy said, her voice was shocked as she took in the readings of one of the spells she'd cast.
"What is it," Fred asked.
"There's another baby," she told them.
"What," three voices responded, Hermione let out a scream of agony.
"Hermione, you are having another baby, a baby that is trying to come out sideways, one of its arms and legs is in the birth canal while the rest of the baby remains inside your uterus. There is no way to reposition it and you are too far along in your labour for you to have any potions for the pain. Even if I gave them to you, they won't be able to be effective. Your baby is in distress and needs to come out now," Poppy told her, Hermione could see worry on her kindly face, she was in agony and wanted this to be over, for her babies to be safe.
"Save my baby," she replied.
"It will hurt, Mr Weasley, sit behind her and hold Hermione still," Poppy directed, Fred did as instructed, shifting behind her, he took hold of both of her hands and held them tight against her chest. Hermione watched Poppy open her mediwitch bag, taking out a sharp scalpel, she closed her eyes, screaming as she felt the blade slice into her, the pain was intense, but it wasn't the first time she'd been carved into, she could take the pain to save her baby. She was squeezing Freds hands, she was certain her nails were digging into his skin and that more than one of his fingers had broken but he didn't care, he made soothing sounds, telling her how amazing and beautiful she was all while Poppy performed her surgery.
"I'm going to reach in and get the baby out," she told her, Hermione opened her eyes, watching through tears as Poppy reached her gloved hands into her open stomach. It felt and looked strange for someone to do this. She could feel her hands moving around, readjusting the baby that was stuck within her before she removed her hands cradling their unexpected surprise.
"A perfectly healthy little girl," she told them as the baby began to cry, do you want to cut the cord Mr Weasley," she asked, wordlessly Fred nodded, using his wand to sever the cord as George had the previous two. Poppy tied it off, and used magic to clean the baby off, swaddling her in a blanket before passing her to Hermione.
"Thank you," she cried as the baby began to suckle, Poppy smiled at her for a moment before getting to work fixing her up, she removed the babies' placentas and healed her using a variety of spells and Potions. George sat down on the bed beside them, a happy grin on his face.
"Had me worried for a little bit there my love," he said, looking down at their unexpected arrival tenderly.
"They're adorable," Fred whispered, he was peering over her shoulder at the three babies, he kissed her cheek tenderly and she could feel his tears against her face.
"We made them," she whispered, choked.
"You did most the work love," George told her.
"I've never felt so much love," she told them as she cast her eyes to all three of the sleeping babies, each with tufts of curly red hair upon their heads.
"Mr Weasley, let me see your hands," Poppy spoke, she'd finished up her healing, Hermione still felt tender, but she felt much better already, she eased up, letting Fred move out from behind her, she watched as Fred presented his broken, bruised and bleeding hands to her.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped, George chuckled and Fred shook his head.
"Superficial wounds, you were in a lot more pain," he said. Poppy made quick work of fixing him up and George passed him one of the small bundles he was holding.
"Triplets," Fred grinned.
"We only ever saw two babies on the scans," she whispered, stroking the tuft of curly red hair on her babies' head.
"Babies can hide," Poppy said, she was waving her wand over each baby in turn, "all perfectly healthy", she declared.
"Thank you, Poppy," she said.
"Think nothing of it, I recommend rest, as much as you can get with three newborns, and drink this potion, it will help with the heeling and is safe for breastfeeding mothers to take," she told her as she gathered her things, "I will come by tomorrow to check on you all," she smiled a final time before exiting the room. They heard the floo activate and found themselves alone as a family of six for the first time.
"No wonder you were so huge, you were housing an additional baby," Fred commented, Hermione chuckled, her worries from earlier in the day seemed stupid now. Fred and George loved her body however she looked, they'd shown her that as they made love to her and as they helped her through hours of painful labour.
"I love both of you," she told them, she reached over for the potion Poppy had left, unstopping it she swallowed it down quickly, grimacing at its horrid taste.
"We love you too," they chorused together as the baby in George's arms began to cry.
"I think he's hungry," he said. Hermione took the baby and began feeding him as George took hold of their sleeping surprise of a daughter.
"I'll miss doing that," George said wistfully as he watched the baby suckling at her nipple.
"Me too," Fred nodded sadly, Hermione chuckled, leaning back against the pillows of their bed she let her eyes drift closed for a moment.
"We need names," she mused quietly, letting out a yawn.
"Rest Hermione, we can name them later," Fred whispered, within moments she was asleep, the baby getting carefully removed from her chest, a warm blanket getting tucked around her, cocooning her securely as she dreamt of a mischievous set of triplets getting into all kinds of trouble with their twin fathers. In the dream three little redheads were dressed as orange pumpkins, slipping prank candies to their unsuspecting aunts and uncles, Fred and George looking on proudly as she chuckled amused, her stomach swelling with another child. It was a dream she hoped would come true, she knew Fred and George wanted a large family like the one they'd grown up with and she wanted a house filled with laughter and love too, her own childhood had been rather quiet and lonely, she knew her own children would never experience that feeling, for they already had siblings to cause endless mischief with and to be there to support each other through anything.