Sadly I do not own HP or HP characters. I only own the plot. :(
WARNING! PARTS OF THIS STORY WILL BE EXTREMELY GRAPIC. TWINCEST! IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ
"How could you?", I screamed at Ron, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe it. I just caught my boyfriend of two years in OUR house, in OUR bed, having sex with that whore, Lavender Brown!
"Well unlike you, she actually puts out whenever I want! I'm sorry Mione, I just don't love you like I used to."
"Fuck you Ronald!", I scream one last time, before I apparate away.
I opened my eyes and found myself in Diagon Alley. It must have been around 2 o'clock in the morning, considering I was the only one out. I figured I'd just get a room at the Leaky for the night.
I arrived at the Leaky Cauldron only to see a few people in the booths. I walked up to the bar and ordered a firewhiskey to drown my sorrows in.
I hung my head head down low and let a few tears escape while drowning in my firewhiskey. I soon felt two presences on either side of me.
"Hermione?", They asked together. I knew those voices anywhere. I had fantasized about them enough, but I wouldn't let anyone know that. Without further hesitation I looked up into their concerned eyes and prayed that they couldn't see through my horrible facade.
" Fred. George. How are the pair of you?"
" We're absolutely-" Fred started.
"Incredible." George finished, then continued," The question is-."
" How are you?" Fred said in a voice I'd never heard him use before. He was being serious...
" I'm great!," I said in as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
" Don't lie to us, Mione." George said.
" Yeah you can tell us anything." Fred egged on.
" What did our little brother do?" George continued. At the mention of Ron, my eyes started to swell once more and the sobs I had been holding back, finally broke through. I felt myself being against someone's chest. I assumed it was Fred. He stroked my hair and whispered soothing words to me.
" Shh it's okay Mione. Everything's going to be okay." Fred said.
" H-he ch-ch-cheated on m-me!" I cried harder and clung to his chest.
" It's okay Hermione. Don't waste your tears on that prat. He's not worth it." This time it was George whispering to me. I let out a mild giggle when he insulted Ron. I pulled away from Fred, and noticed his shirt was now drenched by my tears.
I wiped my tear staindcheeks and apologized to him. He chuckled an little and shook his head at me.
" It's fine, love. I'm more concerned about you than I am, the shirt." He said.
" So is that why you're here? To get completely smashed and drown out your sorrows on our idiot brother's accord?"
I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. " I guess. But since I caught them having sex in our bed...I- I just can't go back there. I'm just gonna get a room here for the night or at least until I can figure out what I'm going to do. Ron never let me work cause he thought I might cheat on him so now I have to find a job." I looked down at my empty glass.
I felt a finger underneath my chinand my head was turned to the right where they were met by a pair of peircing blue eyes. George.
" There's no way we're letting you stay here, when we have a perfectly nice guest room in our flat."
"I couldn't impose."
"Darling, you wouldn't be imposing. We want you to come stay with us." Fred said stroking my hair.
" Besides we're not asking. You're coming to stay with us." Georges said in mock authority. I chuckled a little. "Ok. But I still need to get a job."\" Well we could use some more help in the shop and I'm sure Verity would like to have another girl around." George encouraged.
"Wicked!" They said together. I smiled to myself and took Fred's outstretche hand.
And together, the three of us, left the bar...