I Have To Choose?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

'How did I get so lucky?' Hermione said as she rolled off of Fred, into George's arms. A tangle of arms and legs they laid on the bed.

'We are the ones to get lucky, we found you.' George spoke into her neck as he kissed her.

'Stupid Ron and his cheating self, if he only knew what he was going to miss out on.' Fred said.

'Well Fred I don't think he would have known how to… pleasure our Miya to the full extent. From what I've heard Lavender is not happy with him, right now.' George smiled.

'Oh is she regretting stealing him away from our Miya?' Fred grinned.

'Yup.' was muffled as George started to kiss her.

'Um… too bad for him.' Hermione said as the boys trailed kissed down her body.

~o~

'So did you two get ministry letters?' Hermione asked as she entered the office.

'Yea, we did. I wonder what's up?'

'Welcome you three.' Kingsley spoke as they entered his office and he ushered them to the sofas. 'as you know we had to pass the marriage law last year.'

'Yea, and we got a pass as we are in a committed relationship.' Hermione spoke.

'Well we have a small problem, we have a couple that we have found that he is sterile and we will need one of you to be paired up with her.' Kingsley looked down to his hands.

'What! I have to give up one of my guys?' Hermione screeched. 'We are in a committed relationship.'

'Yes but you haven't married yet, so technically he is still available.' Kingsley spoke.

'Fine we will go get married.' George said.

'And I will put it on hold until this matter is resolved.' Kingsley said. 'Hermione we tried matching her up with someone else if there was an available wizard but… she kind of requested one of the twins.'

'She what?' the twins yelled in unison.

'First of all how am I to choose who to give up? And then why can't she wait for the next round of aged in guys?'

'Well she has seen the list and there is no one that peeks her interest.'

'Peeks her interest? No one else got their choices so why should she?' George snarled. 'I get it, I know who it is.' George spoke. 'Angelina? She wants me back?' Kingsley nodded.

'Do you want to go back to her?' Hermione asked.

'No, I love you. We… she broke up with me before the war, she had moved on with Oliver Wood.'

'Oh so now that he can't get her up the duff she wants to steal George from me?' Hermione growled, but that means we will have to split up. And those two will be in a love less marriage.' George looked miserable. 'Wait she can do IVF.' Everybody looked confused. 'You get…sperm from a donor and then they raise the baby as their own?'

'I will ask her if that is what she wants and see if we can do that.' Kingsley spoke to the room.

~o~

'George if you want to … in a cup and give her sperm then I am ok with that and she can have a child.'

'But Miya I want you to have my children.'

'I don't want to share, does that make me selfish? How do I get out of it without going to Azkaban? I wish I was sterile too.'

'Hey Miya in the muggle would how do they do that IVF thing?' Fred asked.

'You go to … that's it… a sperm bank and get frozen…'

'Frozen what?' George asked.

'They take the sperm and freeze it for later use. It is for men who might not be able to reproduce later in life.'

'So I would… in a cup they freeze it and then I take a permanent contraception potion? And then you use the stuff later when you are ready to have a baby?' George asked.

'So we agree to let George go? We get married. And then when she doesn't get up the duff he comes back to us? And later when we are ready we get his stuff from the freezer and get you up the duff?' Fred proclaimed.

'Guys we can't do that if they figure it out you will go to Azkaban.' Hermione cried.

~o~

'Thank you Oliver for coming in.' as ushered him to a chair. 'I was hoping we could talk and figure out the problem.' He nodded. 'I studied muggle medicine, so I might have some ideas.'

'I would like to find out why I can't… we were, but lost the baby.'

'When?'

'Back in our first year, she didn't know and took a fall during a game.'

'Oh so sorry.'

'We took it as a sign we weren't ready yet. But now I haven't been able to…'

'Ok, let's see,' as she flipped thru a book asking question as they went. 'Do you take really hot baths?'

'Um we do after practices and games. We do either hot or cold soaks. Why?'

'The hot water can cook your swimmers, so no hot soaks for the next six weeks.' As she wrote a note and sent it off with her assistant. 'I've just sent a note to all of the coaches to stop them. So for the next three weeks all of the sex, blow job or hand jobs that you want, then come in for a test and then depending on what I see depends on where we go from there.'

~o~

'Kingsley I think one of the team coaches has a finger in this problem.'

'How?'

'Well when I first told the coaches about stopping the hot soaks. I got a very nasty letter from the teams head coach.' as she handed him the letter. 'Stating that the soaks were important to the healing process. So can we question him?'

'Yes we can and I will have some Veritaserum and aurors on hand. If this is true he will be imprisoned.'

~o~

'Welcome back, Sorry but we need.' as she handed him a cup.

'Well?' Oliver asked.

'We have swimmers but they are deformed, so no sex for the next three weeks. We wouldn't want one of them getting to an egg. But I like what I'm seeing.' She said with a smile.

~o~

'Mr. Flint, thank you for joining us, we have some questions for you.' Kingsley spoke to the coach.

'Mr. Flint why did you threaten me for canceling the hot soaks?' Hermione asked.

'Because we need them to keep the men's minds on the game and not the brats at home.' He snarled.

'What do you mean?' Kingsley asked

'Well if the bint is preggos the men are thinking about them. Upset for not being there for the birth or if the brats are sick the men want to be home and take care of them. Then I don't have enough players to play a game.' Flint said with a growl.

'So you knew the hot soaks killed their sperm?' Kingsley asked.

'Yes.' Flint snarled again.

'Well that is in violation of the marriage law you will be charged and sentenced to time in Azkaban. Aurors take him out here.'

'So that is why the quidditch teams birth rate is so low.' Hermione spoke.

'Well thank you for figuring it out.'

'Well I had a good reason. Do you realize Angelina had her chance at George, but she didn't see him amounting to much due to missing out on getting his NEWTS and just wanted to be a shop keeper and not pursuing his beater career?'

'And after seeing what he has now, she regretted her decision?'

'Yup.'

~o~

'Well go home and shag your wife, Oliver. You are good to go.'

'Thank you Hermione.'

'I have already told the coaches to start expecting babies soon.'

'Thank you Hermione, I appreciate everything you did for us.' Angelina spewed.

'Angelina, you knew I was a healer and you didn't come to me first to see why, you just decided George was a better choice, now that he is well off?' Angelina hung her head.

'You requested a new husband?' Hermione's head popped up to look between them. 'I thought you asked Hermione for help… Am I not worthy of you?' Oliver snarled at her.

'Well, I will let you two talk.' as she turned and left the room.