Thanks for reading and reviewing this sweet little tale. This chapter moves back and forth between the present and that fateful night under the stars. I tried not to make it confusing.

August 2000

Hermione glanced from Harry on her left to Ron on her right. "Sshh, this is the last event and then we're free," she whispered soothingly to Harry. His knee was bouncing, and his hands were fidgety, proving how nervous and tense he was. Ron, on the other hand, was in his element. He was relaxed and enjoying the spotlight. Both wizard's eyes were on the podium where Kingsley Shacklebolt was delivering another rallying speech.

For herself, Hermione didn't much care about these events. She could take them or leave them, but she understood the Ministry's agenda. The Golden Trio, as they were now referred, had accomplished an incredible feat and were hailed as heroes throughout Great Britain. But the Ministry had a lot of work to do in order to regain the public trust. It had allowed itself to become compromised and had put its population at risk and danger. It had failed to protect and therefore had failed at the very thing it was created for. So, she understood the need for all this ceremony and putting up a united front. She had tremendous faith in Shacklebolt and knew he could put the pieces back together.

But she was glad this was the last of the ceremonies they would have to attend for a while. Since the war had ended, the trio hadn't had a lot of alone time and she missed her wizards. As Shacklebolt droned on with the same speech she had heard countless times, her mind wandered back to the night her wizards became hers and she became theirs:

Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, but her mind couldn't shut down after what had just happened. After what felt like forever, she finally started to get sleepy, but the feeling she was being watched prevented her from drifting off. She opened her eyes and turned to her left, following the pull. Green eyes were watching her. "Go to sleep, Harry," she whispered. The soft snoring on her right proved that Ron was out.

Harry's voice was soft but his green eyes were penetrating with intensity. "I love you too, Hermione. I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier." He swallowed, nervously. "I was a bit...overwhelmed."

Hermione rolled towards him and took his hands in hers. "I know, Harry. It's okay you didn't say it tonight. You've told me before you loved me...and I know you do."

"No, you don't understand," he continued. He manipulated their hands so that he was now holding hers. "I love you, 'Mione...like love you, love you."

Hermione watched him, absorbing what he said. "Oh," she replied in a whisper. She couldn't deny the happiness this stirred within her. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she reassured him, "well, you know how I feel...I think I made that fairly clear a little while ago."

He chose his words carefully, "So that wasn't you just being reckless? It wasn't you just wanting a real kiss?"

She shook her head and smiled as her hand came up and stroked his cheek, "No, you silly wizard. I mean yes, I guess I was being reckless and yes, I did want to be kissed...but I realized tonight that I wanted those things with you and Ron...both of you." Her newly moist eyes stayed on his. "I meant it when I said I love you both and want you both."

That moment still gave Hermione butterflies, no matter how many times she relived it in her memory. That had been the start – well, in all honesty, the start had happened on the Hogwarts Express their first year. However, that night by the fire was the culmination of it all. It was the sum of all the parts finally coming together and making them whole. She turned to Ron, smiling to herself as she remembered what had happened next:

"Does that mean we can do that again?"

Hermione looked back over her shoulder at Ron who was grinning boyishly with a definite twinkle in his eyes, and obviously not sleeping after all. She rolled back onto her back and took his hand in hers, joining it with Harry's. She sighed, her voice becoming serious. "Well, that depends, I guess."

"On what?" Harry whispered as he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.

Ron leaned in on her other side, "yeah, on what, Hermione?"

She sat up and slowly stood, still naked, yet unashamed. The look on the boy's faces told her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She grinned playfully, "It depends on if you can catch me."

She shrieked and laughed as she ran around the tent, Harry and Ron on their feet in a flash and on her heels in seconds. She giggled as strong hands lifted her and tossed her over a shoulder... Ron's shoulder as it turned out. "Ahh, 'Mione.. You should know better than to run from us," he teased as he swatted her bottom lightly.

"Ronald Weasley, did you just spank me?!" Hermione began smacking his bottom in return as he carried her back to the mattress.

"Yes," He replied playfully. "And, I'll do it again if you misbehave."

She giggled as he tossed her onto the mattress and collapsed on top of her, kissing her hungrily.

"What are you grinning about?"

Hermione was brought back to the present by Ron's whisper. He was smirking, his hand under the table rubbing her thigh.

She chewed her bottom lip, still smiling from the memory. "Our first time," she whispered back at him.

Ron's reaction was immediate. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing his brain to not think back to that glorious night. He would never make it through the rest of the ceremony. He smiled playfully and whispered. "You're evil, 'Mione."

She leaned into him and whispered teasingly, "Be a good boy, Ron. When we get home, I'll show you just how evil and naughty I can be."

"Bloody hell," he mumbled under his breath.

Hermione let out a soft sigh as her mind wandered back to that night under the stars:

Ron's mouth was devouring as he kissed her, and she could feel his erection rubbing against her hip. His hands started out tentative on her breasts but quickly became more aggressive.

She moaned wantonly as she felt another set of hands on her thighs. Ron slowly pulled back, moving to her side as he continued massaging her breasts. He looked from Hermione to Harry and watched Harry once again spread her legs apart and rub his hands on her.

Ron slid down next to Harry. "Show me what you did, Harry. Show me how you made her come."

"Accio wand," Harry commanded, utilizing wandless magic brilliantly as evidenced by his wand instantly flying into his hand. "Lumos," he whispered. "I touched her right there," he added.

Hermione squirmed from the pleasure of fingers rubbing and exploring her. Once again, she found herself the object of intense study. She threw her arm over her eyes and let out a sigh. "Really, boys. This is..."

She looked down when it got quiet and hands were no longer on her. Two sets of eyes were peaking up and over her thighs, their expressions pleading.

"How are we going to learn if we don't practice, 'Mione?" Ron's tone was playful, but his voice had a touch of desperation.

She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back. "Fine," she said, shaking her head in bemusement. She threw her head up again, "but one at a time. One of you should at least be kissing me."

Harry smiled and crawled up beside her. "Hi," he whispered with a boyish grin when he got to her face. "Lovely weather we're having."

Hermione burst into giggles and pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that started out sweet and quickly became consuming. Need began to build within her. She wanted to feel her wizards, really feel them. She wouldn't deny it or shy away from it. She pulled back from Harry, her eyes on his as she said, "Ron, get up here."

She felt Ron pull away from her thighs and then move up beside her on her right. She took both their hands once again. They looked at her with concern in their eyes.

Harry whispered worriedly, "Too much? We can stop. Ron and I…we would never."

She shook her head adamantly and interrupted him, "No! That isn't it! I want...more." She shimmied herself up so that she was sitting between them. They both slid off their knees and sat next to her.

Her eyes went back and forth between the two of them. "I want...I want to make love to you. Both of you. I love you so much and I want my first time to be special. I can't imagine it being with anyone else, and who knows what tomorrow will bring." She ran her hands through her hair and let out a heavy sigh. "If we get captured… well, I doubt it will be a quick death - if you know what I mean. The revels...with Muggleborns."

"Hermione, stop!" Harry was adamantly shaking his head. "That's not going to happen to you. We won't let it!"

Ron's voice was raw, but strong. "You're ours, Hermione. That's never been truer than it is now. And, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I can't imagine a world without you in it."

"Me either," Harry added. "I know it's not conventional, but the three of us…you know? We belong together. We're a family." He looked earnestly from Hermione's eyes to Ron's. "All this time I've mourned not having a real family." His eyes started to well. "But my family has been right here all along."

Hermione began to cry. "Oh, Harry." She pulled both her boys close and hugged them fiercely.

After a moment, she felt the earlier desire begin to coil within her as her wizards began kissing her on her neck and down to her breasts.

"Lay down, 'Mione. Let us make love to you," Ron whispered.

She laid back, her heart beating fast and her breathing rapid. Ron and Harry looked at each other, silent communication and understanding between them.

Ron swallowed heavily. "Are you sure about this, Hermione?"

She sniffled and smiled warmly. "Surer than anything."

The boys looked at each other again.

Harry's voice was tentative. "What about...what about contraception?"

Hermione took a breath and then confessed, "Madam Pomfrey...she did a charm. I went to her just before we left Hogwarts. I knew that if I were captured, I'd likely be raped, and if somehow I got away, I didn't want pregnancy to be a possibility."

Both wizards stared at her with wide and shocked eyes. "Oh, Hermione," Harry whispered. "You're the strongest and bravest person I know. I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed her.

She felt Ron's mouth resume its ministrations on her right breast and then on her stomach as he worked his way down her body. He spread her open once again, kissing her folds. "You smell so good," he whispered. He rubbed her folds and she could feel the moisture building and spreading.

He came back up her body, wedging himself between her thighs. Harry was stroking her hair, looking at her with total love and adoration. He took her left hand in his and leaned in to kiss her gently. He pulled back when Ron's face made its way up and over hers.

Hermione spread her legs wider as she felt Ron lean into her, pressing his hardness against her core. He kissed her as she felt him take his hand and positioned his cock at her entrance.

He became hesitant. "I don't know what...I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, Ron. Just do it...Please."

"Okay," he whispered. He tried to slowly push into her, but she was so tight he wasn't getting anywhere. He contemplated and looked into her eyes for more reassurance. He really didn't want to hurt her. She nodded at him. He took a quick breath and thrust hard, breaking her barrier. He froze.

Hermione inhaled sharply. The pain was so much more intense than she had anticipated. She could feel Ron's heart pounding in his chest as it was pressed up against hers.

He couldn't help but want to move. The need was overwhelming. He looked down at her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded quickly with her eyes closed and her forehead crinkled. "I'm fine. It's okay. Do what feels good."

He kissed her cheek and pulled slowly out before pressing back in again. He paused and then slowly pulled out once again. When he saw her forehead visibly relax a little bit, he began to gently move in and out of her.

Slowly she began to move with him as the pain gradually gave way to pleasure. She felt his movements become a little more frantic before he tensed and let out a loud moan. His arms still bore his weight, but his chest was pressed to hers and she could feel his heart pounding as fast as moth wings. His rapid breaths were on her neck and it took him a minute for them to slow.

He kissed her mouth tenderly before whispering, "I'm sorry," He pulled up and looked at her with apologetic eyes. "You didn't...you didn't come. I couldn't help it. I was going to move my hand to…you know, but I just couldn't last." His head collapsed onto her shoulder.

"Sshh." She whispered as she pulled his face back up so she could meet his eyes. "You were perfect. I love you."

"Oh,' Mione. I love you so much." He kissed her urgently and after a minute, he slid out of her. She felt his seed run down her folds as he pulled away and sat up next to her.

Hermione turned to Harry to find his look contemplative and somewhat resigned. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking.

"Hey, stop that." She curled her finger, beckoning him over. He smiled softly and slid down next her, laying up close. "I want to be with you, Harry. Now...please?"

He stared into her eyes looking for any sign of regret or hesitation.

"Harry James Potter! Stop it! Nothing has changed. I love you...Show me that you love me, too." Where her voice was scolding at first, it became soft and pleading by the end.

He swallowed. "I want you, .. But I don't want you to have any regrets."

She shook her head and whispered. "How could I ever regret you making love to me? Make me yours, so I can make you mine."

Her words were his undoing. He kissed her as he grabbed his wand and cast a gentle cleansing spell over her.

She felt the soft tingle of the familiar charm they had each learned to perform with expert skill. Being on the run with limited access to water for bathing had left magic their main option.

His hand moved down to her folds as he kissed her mouth. He would not proceed until he had given her pleasure. Ron may have taken her maidenhood, but he was the only one to have given her an orgasm and he planned to do it again. He gently kissed down her body as he rubbed the hardened nub between her legs. She began to moan and gyrate her hips as his mouth continued to make its way. He kissed her stomach as the one hand continued to rub her. The other twisted and pinched her right nipple, which elicited a lovely squeal.

He threw her a teasing grin, "liked that did you?"

His eyes darted to Ron's. Ron nodded knowingly and moved over her, taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. By the time Harry's mouth was on her clit, she was a writhing coil of need. He nibbled and sucked and then inserted a finger into her core, causing her to let out a squeal and then a mewl of ecstasy as her climax overtook her.

Full of need of his own, Harry quickly maneuvered himself between her legs and over her, just as Ron had done before him.

He watched her eyes as they fluttered open, still heavily lidded from pleasure. His mouth crashed onto hers as he guided and pushed his erection into her. He slowly worked his way in and out of her tight channel. "Mother of Circe, you feel so good."

Hermione moved her hips, matching his slow pace. He began to move faster as carnal need took over. She no longer felt pain, but she was tender. Despite the slight discomfort, she liked the fullness of him inside her and met him thrust for thrust.

It didn't take long before he tensed, his release accompanied by a throaty growl. He collapsed on her - kissing her lips, her cheeks and her neck as though worshipping her. "That was...that was...Merlin...words can't describe."

He rolled to her side and Ron nestled in on her other. Harry pulled the blanket over them. They each snuggled in close and draped their arms over her, possessively.

Hermione was jolted back to the present by the sound of loud clapping all around her. Harry and Ron were standing, joining in on the standing ovation of the crowd around them. Hermione stood and clapped as she looked at Harry. Of her two wizards, Harry was the more emotional, the more delicate somehow. Not that he wasn't a strong and powerful wizard - he had proven himself on that front to all of Great Britain. But at times of intimacy, he was tender, loving and the most giving of the two. Ron, on the other hand, was the most playful and the most adventurous - especially when it came to sex. He liked to play games, role play, and push boundaries.

While she had encouraged it, Ron and Harry had never taken a significant sexual interest in each other. Only touches and occasional kisses. She wondered if that would ever change. She thought with time that it would.

The three stepped away from the table wanting to leave as soon as possible. They smiled at Ginny and Draco as the couple walked over from the next table, hand in hand. While the trio had been on the run, Draco had switched sides and helped Severus spy for the Order. Over time, he had confided in Ginny and they had become close. It had all worked out for the best in the end.

"How about it, Hermione? You ready for tomorrow? The big day?" Ginny was smiling brightly at Hermione and then looked from Ron to Harry. "You excited about becoming a triad in more than name?"

The two wizards stepped closer to Hermione, each wrapping an arm around her waist. Hermione beamed up at them. "So ready, Ginny. I love these boys so much."

Draco smirked. "So, what's it going to be? Hermione Potter or Hermione Weasley?"

Hermione smirked back at the blond who had become a good friend. "Actually, it's going to be Granger - Harry Granger and Ron Granger."

Ginny laughed, "Of course it is!"

Ron and Harry shrugged, and Ron added playfully. "As if she would have it any other way."

The three bid goodnight to their friends and exited the building. The sky was clear, and stars were shining brightly overhead. They paused and gazed up at the sky.

Ron grinned and teased. "So, Hermione, the last time we saw a sky like this, you made quite a confession. A confession that changed our lives." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Any confessions itching to come out tonight? Something new and daring you might be wanting to try?" He squeezed her bottom and then pat it playfully, eluding to his desire for anal sex which Hermione had vehemently refused.

She looked up at him, meeting his playful gaze. Then she looked at Harry. Her eyes went back up to the night sky. "I'm pregnant."

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