Hello readers!
Introducing my first full length story, "Rumour Has It." It was inspired by the Adele song of the same name. Music is a big part of my inspiration, and the chapter titles will each be a different song that inspired my writing. I recommend giving it a listen to set the mood for the chapter.
Main cast: Hermione Granger, Oliver Wood, and Charlie Weasley
This will be an Adult story, NC-17 in later chapters. This is a triad fan-fiction.
Reviews are love!
-Tanaka

Prologue- "My Leftovers" Porcelain and the Tramps

Hermione knew something was awry as soon as she slid through the warding into the flat she shared with her husband. Ron had made it home before her, as usual, her tendency to overwork herself as the Ministry's liaison to the Regulation of Magical Creature's department once again making her hours late. She could sense him within her carefully laid wards, a familiar buzz against her own energy; what was different however, was the nauseating smell of perfume that wasn't her own and the obnoxious pink nightie discarded on the way up the stairs. That definitely wasn't there when she left for work this morning.

She knew exactly where this was heading. The signs had been obvious for far too long, and Hermione, in an effort to save face and her marriage, dug her head into the sand. Grimly, she followed the line of discarded clothing up the stairs to their bedroom. Wand at the ready, Hermione pushed the door open and shattered the silencing charm someone was thoughtful enough to cast.

Her mouth dropped agape as she found her husband being ridden like a champion pony by none other than the champion skank of their year, Lavender Brown. Miss Brown was now a wizarding porn star, and even trashier than ever before. Her hair was charmed bleach blonde with a good amount of root showing, silicone breasts and lips bounced gaily as she screwed herself on Hermione's husband's cock. Hermione's fury turned into raucously laughter as she heard Lavender squeal out in her best porn voice "Oh Won-won!" While she still had the upper hand, Hermione cast a vicious stinging hex at both incriminating party's genital.

"Fuck!" Ron's eyes widened as he saw his wife standing in the doorway. Blushing furiously, he tried to cover his lover and himself. "This isn't what it looks like, Mione." It bit out around the pain of feeling like his cock was in a vice. Lavender didn't even have the decency to look ashamed as she smirked at Hermione.

"It's not what it looks like, Ron? Is that the best you've got? I've been standing in that doorway long enough to know it's exactly what it looks like. You've been fucking the bicycle of Gryffindor house in OUR marriage bed!" Hermione surely must be turning an interesting shade of tomato red as she screamed at her husband.

"Hermione, darling, I was just helping Ronald work thru some issue within your marriage. I'm a certified sex counselor, you see. He was just trying to figure out how to liven up your sex life. I was going to be invited in as your third, until we determined you're too much of a prude for a triad." Lavender purred at her, until she caught the backhanded comment Hermione had made. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, 'the bicycle of Gryffindor?"

"It means, luv, that everyone has had a turn on you." Hermione sneered cattily. "Just because I valued the sanctity of our marriage doesn't make me a prude, Ronald. I've given you seven fucking years, and you don't even have the decency to talk to me about our sex life? Instead you're fucking your old girlfriend, turned porn star, in my house? You've got some nerve."

"Mione, please give me a chance to explain! Lav was just giving me advice on how to be a better lover for you! I was practicing!" Ron climbed out of bed, trying to get his wife to listen.

"That's rich, coming from the woman who's faked it more than I have in the past 5 years." Hermione chuckled bitterly. Ron tried to grab her shoulders, and she aimed her wand under his chin. "I'd think better of putting your hands on me. You may be the Auror, husband, but I will still kick your arse in spellwork. Remove your hands, before I do it myself, and you end up with bloody stumps where hands should be." She looked positively Slytherin as she sneered at Ron. Evidently it worked as he jerked back, looking quite frightened.

"Please, Mione, we can work this out." He begged as she summoned an overnight bag she kept filled with necessities. "I love you."

Her laugh was bitter. "I've realized long ago, Ronald, you only loved the idea of me. You'll be served with divorce papers within the week. I hope the slut will be enough to keep you warm at night. Have a nice fucking life." She turned on her heel to leave a gaping Ron and smirking Lavender sitting on her bed.

*-*-*-*6 months later*-*-*-*-*
"He seriously married the stupid bint! Not only that, but the day after your divorce was finalized! Some bloody fucking nerve, the sod. I don't count him as any brother of mine, anymore." A very pregnant and angry Ginny Potter raved. She waddled around her kitchen, angrily waving her wand in an attempt to make lunch as Hermione sat at the table. Harry winced as he ducked a rogue plate.

"Gin, please sit down. I'll finish up lunch. It's not good for James for you to be so upset." Harry put a loving hand on his wife's very swollen belly. He was so tender with Ginny; Hermione knew he was going to be such an amazing father.

"Don't you think you can tell me what to do, Harry. But I am tired… so I'll sit down and gossip while you cook." She grinned at him, batting her eyelashes. Hermione envied their banter, the easy give and take of their relationship. The last six months had been eye opening. The gossip rags went crazy when Hermione filed for divorce, and then to find out Lavender was pregnant with her ex's child as well, it kept them in business for months.

"I hate putting you in the middle of this…." Hermione whined, banging her head on the table. The entire Weasley clan had shunned their brother, and even Molly was a bit terse with him since their split, but she was trying to make the best of it for the baby, of course.

"You've not put us in the middle of shit, Mione. Ron made his bed, and now he can lay in it." Harry chimed in, chopping vegetables for sandwiches. Harry had actually punched Ron when he went to help her move the last of her things from their home to her new apartment. Ron's newly broken nosed gushed blood as he stared agape at his best friend. Harry promptly warned him if he were to ever darken his and Ginny's doorstep ever again, he could expect much worse. Family meant more to Harry than anyone had ever realized. At least Harry's position as Head Auror meant he and Ron where no longer partners.

"I know that, but it doesn't sooth my guilt any. You were his family and friends before you were mine. I'm hoping this distance will do us all good." Hermione smiled at her friends. Ginny gave her a dirty look and proceeded to get teary eyed.

"He fucks up and you're the one that has to leave! It's not bloody fucking fair!" The fire haired woman groused, a hand on her belly.

"I don't have to leave, Gin. I want to. This teaching position at Hogwarts is only a trial run for this year; If I don't enjoy it I'll come back home and find something else. But Professor Flitwick did retire and leave Minerva in quite the bind. I don't understand why no one wanted to teach Charms; it's a fascinating subject." Hermione told her for the millionth time. Harry chuckled lightly, setting lunch in front of the girls, kissing his wife's cheek.

"That's just the thing, Mione. We know you. You're going to love it and have this whole new life. What if you can't make it back for James' birth? I don't think I can do it without you." Ginny's lower lip trembled, and her eyed welled up with tears. Hermione squeezed her friend in a tight hug.

"I'm just a floo call away, love. I'll be back at the first sign of labour. What kind of God-Mother would I be if I missed his birth? Plus someone has to keep Harry from fainting." Hermione winked at Harry cheekily. Ginny giggled, wiping at her eyes.

"At least Charlie will be there to keep you company. For the love of Merlin, please don't let him convince you to play with any of the beasties he's got planned for the students this year. Actually, from the word around the league you'll be in good company. Puddlemere let Oliver Wood go after that accident at the end of last season. He's taking Madame Hooch's old position as the flying instructor. And Neville, of course in Herbology. Hogwarts is really getting a good dose of fresh blood this year." Ginny mused.

Hermione smiled to herself. A new generation of professors, children who wouldn't really remember the war, a Hogwarts that was whole…. New possibilities abounded. While she was terrified of starting over, at least she could leave behind the scandal of her failed marriage, the gossip rags constantly waiting outside her apartment, and the all-seeing eyes of her dear friends. She loved them fiercely, but sometimes you had to take a risk to get what you wanted out of life, and being a 26 year old cat lady was not what she aspired to be.