(This is a short-chaptered story full of romance and clichés. I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I am SO sorry to everyone who has been following this story that it has taken me months to update.

I will be updating a few more times in order to finish this story, tie up the loose ends etc. So, you won't have long left and I hope to update more regularly. Thanks for your patience.

The characters are not mine; they belong to J K Rowling.)

The sun rose and it's rays shone down into the laboratory of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Hermione yawned and stretched, opening her eyes slowly and blinking a few times. She sighed and looked left, seeing one of the Weasley twins beside her.

Her best friend's brothers. Her employers. Her lovers.

She signed happily, holding her hand against her naked chest. She felt them stir beside her and watched as both boys slowly woke up, each grinning at her.

"Good morning." She said, kissing them each on the forehead. She stood up and reached for her wand by her robes. She quickly cast a few spells on herself; freshening her breath, cleaning her body etc. She quickly cast the same spells on the boys and giggled as they both bolted upright at the feel of the spells.

George raised his hand to his mouth and blew into it, smelling his own minty-fresh breath. He laughed and grabbed Hermione, swirling her around and kissing her.

Their clean, sweet-smelling (and tasting) breath mingled with their first kiss of the day. His hand carress her back as he kissed her and Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. Breaking the kiss, she reached her hand out to Fred who dutifully came over and kissed her lips softly as he held her chin in his hands.

"Good morning." They replied in unison.

Together they got dressed and left the premises, determined to get some breakfast together before starting work. They entered a cosy-looking café and ordered full English breakfasts for each of them. As they waited for it to arrive Hermione turned the conversation to something they desperately needed to discuss.

"So, we work together, went to school together, have the same circle of friends and family and last night we had sex and proclaimed our feelings for one another. How serious is this relationship, exactly, if you can call it one?"

The boys looked at each other.

"Quite serious, I'd say." Fred replied.

"We've been pursuing you since you turned up at the burrow this summer."

"We both fancy the pants off you!"

"Literally…"

"but we'd also like this to be more than what it now. WE want something official and a little more permanent."

"A relationship, basically, albeit a polyamorous one. You know we're close but we don't fancy each other. However, we've fancied the same girl before once and we both dated her at the same time in Third Year. It's surprising how little jealousy there was. We sometimes spent tiem together as a three or other times she would spend time with each of us on our own, usually similar amounts to keep it fair. But she loved us both equally so we knew that time didn't need to be equal as well."

"we want the same thing again but with you." Fred finished.

Hermione nodded slowly, taking all of that into account.

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" she asked.

The boys nodded, wearing their characteristic grins.

"But what about Ron? Harry? Voldemort?" Hermione asked.

The twins winced and Hermione wasn't sure if it was because of the last name or all three, especially the first.

"Well, Ron we can handle. He's always been a jealous sort of lad. You saw the way he blew up over you and Charlie, right, when there was nothing there? It'll be worse if there are two of us. However, it will work out." George said seriously, taking Hermione's hand in his and stroking it in a supportive manner.

"Harry should be okay too. He's not as jealous or possessive as Ron and much more level-headed. Once he sees that you're happy with us, well, I think he'd accept it." Fred said.

"And as for you-know-who," George said, casting a glance at his brother, "we believe that in a few years time, he'll be gone. We both truly believe in Harry and everything he's done and will do."

"We know he's the one who will destroy you-know-who. It's just a matter of time. And nothing to do with us…" Fred tailed off.

"But it is." Hermione said as their food arrived. She started to cut up her food into small pieces whilst Fred and George began to eat. "I've never met Voldemort" both boys grimaced "but he knows of me. He knows I am Harry's best friend. And the Order believe he might target me. He also might target your family; didn't you wonder why your house is now under a fidelius charm?"

The boys looked surprised.

"We didn't know. Who is the secret keeper?" Fred asked.

Hermione blushed and pointed at herself. George's eyes widened but he didn't say anything.

"We're all at risk, basically. And well…what would you do if something happened to one of us? What if,"

"Hold on." Fred interrupted, raising his hand to Hermione's lips. "Are you saying that because of you-know-who, the war and all this other baloney, that we can't be together because of some stupid risk of death?!"

Hermione nodded.

"It makes sense." She said quietly.

"NO, it doesn't" George said, stabbing his fork. "We love you, care for you and want to be with you. We don't care if the whole world, including Voldemort, knows. Even if one of us does die," tears made his eyes shine at the very thought of losing his brother or the girl he loved, "we will have been happy until that point. I don't want any of us to deny ourselves happiness over the next few years as they are likely to be dark."

Fred nodded, wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders.

Hermione stared at the two men before her. Her eyes took in their flaming red hair, plentiful freckles, serious blue eyes, soft masculine lips, wide shoulders. They were serious.

"You're right." She finally said.

There was a pause as she lifted a mushroom to her lips and chewed on it, watching them as they watched her.

"So, will you two be my boyfriends?" she asked.

The grins on their faces were so wide Hermione was surprised that it wasn't hurting them to smile.

"Of course." They replied.

"And Ron?" she asked.

Fred and George looked at each other and then back at her.

"We'll tell him together today." George said.

"After work." Fred replied as he placed his knife and fork down on his empty plate.

Hermione nodded in agreement as she finished her last mouthful of food.

"Speaking of work, we'd better return to your shop." She stated, standing up and taking out her purse.

Fred placed his hand over hers, closing it. He took out his own wallet and placed the right amount on the table. He then took Hermione's hand in his as George took the other hand.

Together, the three of them walked back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.