Disclaimer: Belongs to JK Rowling. Just mucking around.
It was wrong. Wasn't it? It didn't seem natural at all. They were brothers. They weren't supposed to do this sort of thing.
Hermione knew they were close, and after she began dating one of them, she quickly discovered that having one meant having both. They were a package. There wasn't one, without the other.
She just didn't realise they were this close. Standing outside his bedroom door, she realised just what kind of relationship they had. When he had asked her to move in with him, she had declined. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She just wasn't ready for that level of togetherness. She liked having her own space, and they could always stay over at the others flat. And it seemed he liked having his own space as well.
Squaring her shoulders, she knocked on his bedroom door, "Fred?"
i>"Shit," /i>she heard the curse muffled through the door.
"Can I come in?" She asked, without waiting for an answer, she opened the door.
Both men halted in their actions of getting out off the bed, George just pulled the covers back up to his waist, and Fred grabbed a pillow off the bed, and put it in front of him. Not like she hadn't seen that before.
"Fred, honey," she said, "What's going on?" She asked innocently.
"You see…uh…me and George…were ah…" he managed to stutter out.
"Stop it Fred, she knows exactly what was happening," George stated, settling back against the headboard, "Don't you darling?"
"So, how long?" she asked.
"On and off since we were sixteen" Fred sighed, "I'm so sorry honey, I wanted to tell you, I just didn't think you'd take it all that well."
"What part didn't you think I'd take well Fred Weasley?" She demanded, walking around to stand in front of him, "That you're cheating on me? Or that it's with your brother?"
"It's not cheating!" Fred retorted.
"Fred! You are shagging someone who isn't me, I think that classifies as cheating!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I am," Fred mumbled, "I never thought of it as cheating, I wouldn't want to do that to you ever. You know I love you?" he said, she nodded her head.
"I love you too," she whispered.
"I'm so sorry love," he said, dropping the pillow, and putting his arms around her.
Turning around in his arms, "I can't believe you Fred."
"Believe what? I'm sorry!"
"Not that. I just can't believe that you didn't ask me…"
"Ask you what?" he asked dumbly.
"To join you two," she giggled, she felt him go rigid with the shock, turning back around, she saw that there was none of his usual humour in his eyes, as he looked at her with new eyes.
"Hermione? What…what are you saying?"
"Bloody hell Fred!" George remarked, "She wants to go with both of us, get with the program!"
He continued to look into her eyes, and she nodded her head minutely, to give her answer to him. A noise that sounded almost primal to her, ripped from his throat, as he picked her up and spun around depositing her on his bed. Quickly following her body with his, as he covered her.
"Gods love," Fred whispered against her neck, as he kissed his way around, "I've been wanting to do this with both of you for so bloody long."
Hermione moaned at the attentions that Fred was giving her, realising that it really did seem like the most natural thing in the world.