Hogwarts (Challenges and Assignments).

Moresome May — triad: Sirius/Hermione/Remus — (plot point) meeting parents

Hermione was sitting with her boyfriends in companionable silence when she broke it: "I think we should go see my parents."

Sirius looked up from picking at his cuticles. "We? As in all three of us?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I think you're ready for it."

"I'm up for it," Remus said. "How will they, um, react to us? Do they know we're a triad?"

"Nope. They have absolutely no idea I'm dating the two of you. I don't know how they'll take it." She chewed her bottom lip nervously. "Do you think I should break it to them first before we drop by?"

"That would be the courteous thing to do," agreed Sirius. "I, however, think we should just drop by."

Hermione swatted him. "That's mean!" But he could see the grin tugging at her lips. "Well…" She stood and stretched. "May as well get it over with."

Hermione knocked on the door of a medium-sized house with colourful flower boxes at the sills and several herbs growing in terra-cotta pots on the porch.

They heard the pattering of feet and the door was flung open a second later. "Hermione!" exclaimed a slender woman who stood barely an inch taller than Hermione. "This is a surprise, but your father will be so happy to see you."

"Mum," interrupted Hermione. "I brought my boyfriends."

"Well, he can — wait. Boyfriends? Plural?" She peered Hermione's shoulder. "Come inside," she said.

Hermione had never seen her father so red.

"You're both dating my daughter?" he asked, voice deceptively calm. "How's that work, exactly?"

Remus and Sirius glanced at one another before silently deciding that Remus would be a better candidate to speak to a protective father. "Sir," spoke Remus, "we love your daughter. We also love one another, and she loves us both. To keep our hearts from being broken one way or another, we decided to give a triad a try because we already live together and are close friends, and we've been in a successful relationship now for around five months."

"Five months?" Emma Granger looked astonished. "Why didn't you tell us, Hermione? We wouldn't have judged you for who you happen to love."

"Oh, I think we would have." Daniel Granger shot his wife a frown before turning back to his daughter. "Hermione, I don't like this. These men are twice your age!"

Hermione glared at her father. "Thank you, Dad," she said, voice clipped. "They hadn't told me their age yet and I thought I was a cradle-robber."

Sirius and Remus choked on their laughter.

"Hermione…" Daniel stretched a hand to the brunette. "I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that maybe you should…reconsider this. I mean, how long have you even known one another?"

Her lips pursed, Hermione replied, "I met them both when I was fourteen. It's been nearly eight years, five of them spent as good friends, two spent dancing around one another, and the past six months as a, well, triad."

Daniel collapsed on the sofa next to Emma. He'd run out of arguments. "I don't like this," he warned her.

"It's not your life," Hermione said softly. "It's not your life and you barely bother to ask about my life anymore."

Emma stood up and crossed the room. She wrapped her arms around Hermione, who stiffened slightly before reciprocating. "We're not trying to talk you out of it, Hermione. It's just that...well, parents worry. Constantly. But I trust your judgment, and I'm sure both are wonderful men."

"They are," vowed Hermione. "The very best."

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