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The pounding of Hermione’s head was what woke her. She laid still, trying to remember what day it was, if she had anything she needed to accomplish.
She winced as she shifted her body, feeling pain radiate throughout. Perhaps going out to the new club with the twins had been a mistake. They had been pissed by the time they made it back to their flat early in the morning.
That didn’t stop them from consuming more alcohol with Angela, Verity, and Lee. Oh no, they kept the drinks coming and celebrating. What, she couldn’t quite remember.
She stiffened when she felt something hard was pressed against her back and a quiet moan in her ear.
What the hell?
She cracked her eyes open slowly and squinted against the light that was cast against the floor.
So not morning, then.
She swallowed the dryness in her throat and blinked rapidly when red hair filled her vision. “Wha?”
She bolted upright and hissed when she noted she was nude and sandwiched between the twins.
“What in the world?”
George groaned and grabbed his head as he sat up next to her, Fred copying his actions.
“What time is it?” George whispered.
Hermione blushed and wiggled out from between them and snatched the quilt that was on the back of the couch. She looked down at the twins and tossed the sheet at them. They were naked, too.
“What happened last night?” Fred rasped.
They obviously hadn’t noticed her, since their heads were bowed and how they leaned against each other. She whispered a spell and summoned her clothes and dressed. She hopped on one foot as she tried to put on her flats, she looked up and saw Angela sitting at the kitchen table smirking at her.
Now, she and Angela had a close friendship now, which was odd. She had outgrown her friendship with Ron, and Harry, not that they weren’t close to her still, but she drifted away when she went to university in the muggle world, and took her masters in healing.
She thought it was for the best.
She enjoyed Angelina, Lee, and Verity for that matter. The twins always welcomed her enthusiastically when she dropped by and brought everyone lunch three times a week, something she started doing when she came back to the wizarding world.
“Not a word,” Hermione hissed as she scooted closer to the table and took a sip of Angelina’s coffee.
Angelina snorted and shook her head, “You certainly were vocal with them last night.”
Hermione groaned and plopped in the chair and looked over at the twins, who had flopped back down on their makeshift bed and fell asleep.
“I don’t know why I did that, and with both of them…”
She smirked and patted Hermione’s hand in comfort, “Yes, both of them. Lee, Verity, and I were having a hard time keeping up with our own… session.”
“Fuck,” Hermione ran her hand down her face.
“Yes, you did.” Angelina giggled.
“Don’t say anything to them if they don’t remember what we did. I don’t want it to be weird between us.”
Angelina chuckled and took her coffee and sipped it. She set down her cup and eyed Hermione. “Triads are common, you know? Look at Lee, Verity, and I.”
“I know that, but we’re not dating. At least you dated before you shagged those two, yes?”
“True,” Angelina looked wistful as she looked off in the distance.
Verity walked into the kitchen and leaned down and kissed Angelina, and walked to the kettle, “Good morning, you two.” She turned and looked at Hermione and tried to fight the smile off her face, “How did you sleep once the twins left you alone?”
“Damn it, does everyone know?”
Verity shrugged. “Nothing to be ashamed of, love.” she said as she walked over to Hermione and patted her head, “It was hot if you ask me.”
Angelina leaned closer to Hermione when Verity left the room, “She’s had a crush on you for a year now, so it was nice for her to see.”
Hermione jumped up from her chair and summoned her bag, “I need to go,” she said. She leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, “I’ll see you and Verity this week for our lunch, yeah?”
“Of course, but really Hermione, this will be okay. I think they really like you.”
Hermione covered her ears and rushed out the door, not wanting to hear that. She liked the twins, too, but not in the romantic sense. They were close to being in the best friend slot, something she cherished. She hoped she just didn’t fuck that up by shagging them.
Hermione took her time and scrubbed her body, taking inventory. She had bite marks and scratches on her sides, hips, and neck. She sighed and continued to scrub herself clean, hoping to erase what happened. She didn’t know what came over her last night. She had wanted them desperately, and wasn’t thinking clearly, and it certainly wasn’t like her.
She didn’t dislike the twins, they were fit, and quite handsome, but she never thought of them that way. They were Ron’s brothers. She had dated Ron for seven months before they called it quits. They just weren’t working, and they tried, they really did, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. That had been five years ago.
Ron was happily married to Pansy Parkinson, of all people. She liked Pansy, and they had a beautiful daughter together. It was quite funny to Hermione when Pansy had showed up at the Burrow and told him she was pregnant, how Ron paled and stammered.
They had married shortly after. Hermione didn’t agree with it, but that’s the way the wizarding world worked. If you got a witch pregnant, you had to do right by her. A pregnant witch without a husband is considered a harlot, and dirty.
Hermione found the notion that a witch was dirty because she fell pregnant ridiculous.
She had learned that early on when she got her masters in healing. She worked with pregnant witches all the time and knew how their world worked now. It was a steep learning curve for her.
She got dressed and sat on her couch with a cup of tea, having down a pain potion early for her pounding head. She needed to talk to someone, her mind was whirling in circles. Angela, and Verity, were out because they found the whole situation funny.
Setting her cup down, she went to the floo and floo called the next person that would be able to listen and give her advice.
“Ginny, are you there?”
Hermione waited for a moment before Harry’s head poked out and smiled at her. “No, Gin is with Pansy today. Is there something wrong?”
“No, not wrong, I just needed to talk.”
“Well, I’m here alone and always ready to listen to you, come on through.”
Hermione thought about it for a moment before she stood and stepped through.
Harry gathered her in a hug and held her tight. His hugs always seem to calm her. “Come and have a seat, I’ll get us some tea.”
Once they were settled, Harry turned to her and tucked his leg under him and faced her, Hermione mirroring his actions. “Now, tell me what's going on, you look worried.”
Hermione sighed and took a sip of her tea, trying to find a way to word this to leave the twins name out of it.
“I did something insanely stupid last night.”
Harry raised a brow, “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“I know,” Hermione whined. “I had too much to drink and I… I slept with someone.”
She left out the part where there were two someones'.
“Oh.” Harry blushed and cleared his throat and squared his shoulders, “What’s the problem?”
“I woke up before they did, and I don’t know if they remember. This is someone I know and see… I just don’t want it to be awkward, and Godric, what if I’m pregnant??” her voice got louder and louder with each word.
“You didn’t use the charm, you’re not on the potion?”
Hermione shook her head, “Not on the potion, I don’t have a… partner at the moment. As far as the charm, I have no idea, and too much time has passed to use it.”
Harry let out a low whistle and leaned against the back of the couch. “What are you going to do? Are you going to talk to them, ask them if they used the charm?”
Hermione shook her head, “As I said, I don’t know if they remember, and we were pretty pissed.”
Harry chuckled and Hermione slapped his arm, “This isn’t funny, Harry! What if I get pregnant? What then? I’m not ready to be a mum, and I certainly don’t want to trap them into marrying me.”
“They’d be lucky to have you, Mione’ and you know it. As far as you being a mum, you’ve always mothered Ron and me, and we turned out well.” he laughed.
Hermione couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. It felt good to laugh despite the levity of the situation.
“Look, you’ll be fine. I’m sure you didn’t get pregnant. It took Gin and me months before she fell pregnant. The chances of you being pregnant are low, yes?”
“I suppose so,” Hermione grumbled.
“Then don’t worry about it. If you don’t want to talk to the bloke that you shagged, then keep it to yourself.”
“I just don’t want it to be weird, you know?”
“I can understand that.”
“Thanks, Harry.”
“Funny, I didn’t think I needed to have the talk with you, but I’m glad I was here to help,” he laughed as she chucked a pillow at his head.