She put the files back in place, took her purse, waved her colleagues goodbye and made her way to the main entrance. Reaching for her wand, she cast a quick cooling charm as soon as she stepped out of the building. She had been working there for over three months, but still couldn't get used to the heat.

Her new job had turned out to be everything she had hoped it would be. Interesting, challenging, fascinating. Even though she had read about the Mayan culture before, she had had no idea of just how interesting it was until she had arrived there.

She had been sent to northern Mexico to work on the ruins that still stood, the remains of one of the most advanced civilizations of its time, one that had mysteriously vanished long before the Europeans had reached the continent. Although most of the Mayans had been Muggles, they had apparently been ruled by powerful wizards for centuries.

Fascinated by the culture and the place's history, she had spent all of her time working and researching. After the first few weeks there, she had been put in charge of the team working on translations.

The Mayan 'High Priests' had been in possession of some of the most powerful and extraordinary healing charms known to the wizarding kind, and the company that had hired her specialized on the field and had invested millions of galleons on finding, and now translating, the rest of the manuscripts containing their secrets.

Needless to say, her new job kept her entertained and distracted during the day; the problems came with the night.

She was in love with two men, and could not have them. The months she had been away from them had only made her miss them more. She had thought time would help, but it was only getting worse. She had not faced them since the day they had found out the truth; after she had left Charlie at her home, she had Apparated to her parents' house and refused to see them or even talk to them.

They had gone looking for her, of course, but she knew she did not have the strength to face them, so she had cowardly asked her parents to tell them she was not there, as if she were a silly fifteen year old with a petulant heart break, but she knew it was the best choice; even hearing their voices through the window seemed to undermine her resolve.

She had left the country less than two days later, asking the only friend she had made in her previous job to finish her packing and send it to her parents, because she was the only person neither Bill nor Charlie knew. She had only written Harry a letter telling him she had found a new job, that she had to move abroad and that she would keep in touch. She was very careful not to tell him where she was going, because the last thing she needed was any of her friends sticking their nose in her business, and they seemed to love doing just that.

She had never imagined not being with them, with Bill and Charlie, would be so hard. How could she have imagined the pain, the solitude? She had left behind the two men she loved, her best friends. When she was sad, alone at night, there was no one she could turn to, no one that would whisper in her ear soft words, tell her everything would be all right. She had no one to hold her in their arms until she fell asleep, making her feel safe, making her feel loved. She was alone now, and the certainty that it was the best for the three of them was no consolation.

She had been away for a month when her mother called. Her father had had a small accident, and had broken his leg. Although her mother had not called to ask her to go see him, she decided she would pay them a visit. Just one day, she told herself. Just to see her parents.

She had left Saturday, thinking that way she could spent the night with them and be back by Sunday evening. Deep down, she knew it was not a good idea, but she decided not to listen to that small voice in her head that told her to stay away, that it would be easier that way.

As expected, once there her determination had lasted less than five hours; after that, she decided she needed to know about them, know if they were all right, although she knew she was not ready to face them just yet.

Taking the coward's option, something she seemed to be doing more and more as of late, she Apparated to Harry's place. Needless to say, he had been more than surprised to find her standing by his door, and clearly still upset by the way she had left, with no explanation and not even a way for them to contact her.

It took almost an hour to convince him she had had no other choice, telling him the new job required moving away immediately, and that she had barely had time to even pack, but he finally seemed to relax enough for the conversation to flow easily, as it had years before, when they had been much closer friends. She could tell he was still hurt by the way she had left, but he finally stopped asking questions.

Although she had only been away for a month, it had been a very long time since they had had a real conversation, and she found there was a lot of catch up to do. She remained silent most of the time, listening to him tell her what had happened lately in his life, and how everyone had been so surprised by her sudden disappearance.

She finally asked him how everyone had been doing, and he had told her all about his and Ginny's relationship, Ron's new girlfriends, and that the twins were opening a new joke shop in London in just a few days. He said nothing about Bill or Charlie, and she could not find the courage to ask. She was not sure what she feared to hear the most, that they were still hurting because of her or that they had already moved on.

And so, they talked the afternoon away, laughing and remembering old times for hours, and it suddenly felt as if they were back at Hogwarts, with no worries, no real life obligations; just free.

She gasped in surprise when she realized how late it was; she had wanted to take her parents out for dinner, but Harry told her he was going to the Burrow to visit Ginny, and insisted she should go with him. He said Molly and Arthur were away for the weekend and he had promised Ginny to join her for dinner, so she would not be alone.

After much persistence on Harry's part, she finally agreed to go with him; she had missed Ginny, after all, and thought she might be more forthcoming with information. Maybe she would tell her about Bill and Charlie without her having to ask.

She waited for a few moments until Harry changed, and then they left. She had not been in a good mood in a long time and smiling felt incredibly good. Still talking animatedly, they Apparated to the Burrow.

She had only taken a few steps down the pathway that led to the house when she stopped dead on her tracks, her eyes fixed on the kitchen window just a few feet away, on Bill's shocked expression. She had not expected to see him there; she was not ready for it.

It felt as if the world had stopped turning, as if everything around her had vanished; nothing there mattered anymore. Her eyes fixed on Bill, and she could see the surprised look on his face, the sad expression in his eyes. It hurt more than her own pain did, because she knew she had caused it; she knew his pain was her fault.

And then, just as it had stopped, the world started moving again. She faintly heard Harry's confused voice calling her name, asking what was wrong, but she paid him no mind. Her eyes were still focused on the window, watching Bill turn around and run to the door.

Her eyes filled with tears as she saw him throw the door open, but she could not stay there, she could not face him; she had become too much of a coward. She saw him stop by the door for a moment, watched him as he turned back around, just long enough to call Charlie. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might break out of her chest, and tightening her hold on her wand she closed her eyes as she heard him yell her name, heard his footsteps getting closer, and Charlie's voice far away, calling her too, and Apparated away; away from the house, away from them. She had not seen them since.

A soft voice by her side brought her back to reality, and she smiled and waved back at her neighbour. It was a small town she now lived in and everyone knew each other, but it wasn't easy getting used to it. Pushing the painful memories of that day away she walked a few more blocks and entered the small book store. It was nothing like the ones back in London, but the owner was very nice, and had helped her greatly her first few days there, when she had been searching for books about Mayan history. She had ordered a few books on runes the previous week, and had been told they would be there that afternoon, but apparently there had been a problem with the order and it would take a few more days.

Sad she would have nothing to keep her mind occupied during the weekend, she thanked the old wizard and exited the store, walking to a small, almost hidden alley, a shortcut she had found a few weeks after arriving. Although it was usually dark and a little gloomy, she could get home much faster that way.

As she walked back home, the thoughts she had been trying to push away quickly returned. It had been over two months since that day, and she had heard from them or seen them again. After leaving the Burrow, she had Apparated to her parents' house, apologized to them and returned to her new home immediately. She was surprised her mother's complaints and questions had been down to a bare minimum, and she had the feeling her mother knew, or at least suspected, more than she had at first thought. She had not talked to anyone other than her parents since, and even then she did not talk much or often. Going back had been a big mistake.

Those last two months had been, if possible, even worse than the first one. It was a good thing her job was so absorbing; that left her less time to focus on the other aspects of her life. It was bad enough as it was, thinking about them all the time would only make it worse.

Her co-workers were incredibly nice and friendly, and often invited her out for drinks after work. It was almost a tradition there. Still she did not feel comfortable around people, and avoided those meeting as much as she could without appearing rude, and when she could not find an excuse not to go, she joined them for usually less than an hour, and sneaked away as soon as she could.

Two of her colleagues had asked her out, but she had quickly and politely turned them down. They were nice, smart and handsome men, but she could not even think of seeing someone else; how could she, when she had already met the perfect men for her? She knew no one she met would be as good, so why bother?

"Hermione," someone called, just as she stepped out of the alley, a block away from her place.

"Oh, hello," she smiled at her next door neighbour.

"You look tired, dear, you need some rest," the woman said, as she took a few steps closer. She always reminded Hermione of Molly Weasley.

"I am all right, don't worry," she said with a small smile and a shrug, and started walking again.

"Oh, dear," she called, after a moment. "There were some men asking about you earlier today, they said…"

"Mamá, vamos," one of her children yelled from around the block.

"Ya voy," she yelled back. "I am sorry dear, I have to go."

"But who was…"

"Mamá," the kid interrupted again.

"I will talk to you later, I have to go. Cannot leave that little devil out of sight for long," she said, walking away.

"But…" Hermione said, trying to stop her, but she was too busy with the kids to listen.

She wondered who would be asking for her; it could be someone from work, but then they should know she was not home in the morning. They had had a few problems with the wizarding government there over some of the manuscripts, but she doubted they would be the ones asking questions about her in particular, although she was the one in charge of the translations. Distracted by those thoughts, she finally got to her doorstep and gasped in surprise at what she saw there; or rather, who she saw.

She stood still, silently looking at them, her heart beating so hard she was sure everyone would hear it. Bill and Charlie were sitting on the steps that led to her house, both resting their head against the door and apparently asleep. She just stared at them for a moment, wondering if maybe she was just dreaming.

What was she supposed to do? She had not expected to find them there. What would she say, what would she do? She considered the possibility of sneaking inside the house before they woke up, but she could not open the door without them noticing. She could also just go away, maybe to a hotel, but then what? If they had managed to track her there, they probably would not stop just because she did not return home that night.

She was not sure how long she had stood there, looking at them and trying to decide what to do, but suddenly Charlie stirred and opened his eyes.

"Hermione," he muttered, suddenly alert, and awaking Bill as he got up.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably.

"We came here to see you," Bill said, as he stood next to his brother.

"How did you find me?" she asked, and Charlie laughed lightly.

"It was not easy, I'll tell you that!" Bill said.

"But how…"

"That is not important, love."

"Then what is?" she asked them.

"What matters is why we came here," Charlie replied.

"I left for a reason, you know that. Why can't you just let me be?"

"Because I love you, Hermione," Charlie whispered, as he took s tentative step closer to her. "I …" he started, but Bill clearing his throat loudly interrupted him. "We love you," Charlie corrected with a smile, and Hermione's eyes flicked to Bill's face, an insecure look on his face, so out of place in such a confident man it surprised her. "We don't want to move on, not without you."

"Please, don't do this," she begged, her hand reaching for Charlie's face, slowly caressing his cheek without her even realizing what she was doing. She took a moment to look at one, then the other, before speaking again. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. I love you both, and no matter which one of you I were with, it would still make the three of us unhappy. I cannot do that."

"We don't want that either," Bill said in a low voice. "We don't want to hurt you anymore. But we miss you; we need you in our lives."

"You have your job, and your wife. You were happy before me, and can be happy again. It is for the better."

"I was only happy with you," Bill said. "Nothing else matters to me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, desperately trying to be strong. "I can't do this anymore; that is why I left."

"It doesn't have to be this way," Charlie said. "We don't have to suffer, we could all be happy."

"I wish I could believe that, I really do, but how can you be happy when you love two, and know that no matter what you do, you will hurt them?"

"No one has to suffer," Bill assured her softly.

"I cannot choose; I cannot do that," she whispered, shaking her head.

"What if you did not have to choose?" Charlie asked then, taking her hand in his.

"Charlie, please, I can't. I love you both so much, but I…"

"I don't think you understand what we are telling you, Hermione," Charlie interrupted, taking a step closer, his body now almost touching hers, and she could feel her heart beating uncontrollably again.

"Maybe we should stop talking, and just show her," Bill suddenly suggested with one of his devious smirks, slowly walking around her and stopping right behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice so weak she wasn't even sure they would hear her.

"She just keeps talking," Bill whispered by her ear, his warm breath against her skin making her shiver. "Why don't you keep that mouth of hers busy, brother?"

She saw Charlie smirk in front of her, just inches from her face, his gaze quickly darting from her eyes to her lips and then back up. The small voice of reason in her brain told her she should say something; stop it while she still could. She could not see how it could end in anything other than pain, and they had suffered enough. Then Charlie leaned forward, and his lips touched hers again after so long, and suddenly everything flew out of her mind as he kissed her tentatively at first, but then with a passion that threatened to consume her body and soul.

Before she could think of pulling back, or even responding to the kiss, she felt Bill's lips on her neck, his touch just as intense.

"Merlin, I've missed this," Bill whispered by her ear, winding his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. His words seemed to awake her, and she softly pushed away from Charlie and broke the kiss.

"I can't," she whispered, panting slightly.

"Of course you can, love," Charlie said, "Don't worry, it will be all right; I promise."

"But you, and Bill, and…"

"Shh," Charlie breathed by her lips, before kissing her again.

"No, Bill, stop," she almost moaned, when she felt his fingers slip under her shirt. "I can't do this," she repeated, trying to control herself. "You are married. I won't…"

"Not anymore," he whispered huskily, his touch sending shivers all through her body.

"What?" she asked slightly dazed.

"I left her."

"You did? But I thought…"

"Enough talking," Bill groaned from behind her, turning her around to face him and kissing her deeply, desperately.

Before she knew what was happening, before she had time to process what he had just said, she found herself responding to the kiss, melting into his embrace, and moaning again when she felt Charlie behind her, his hand buried in her hair as he tilted her head back and to the side, away from Bill so that he could capture her lips again.

"Maybe we should take this inside," Bill suggested by her ear after a few moments that felt like hours.

"That's probably a good idea," Charlie agreed in between kisses, as they slowly backed her to the door, never once breaking contact.

"The wards," Bill mumbled, his fingers once again slipping under her clothes.

"What?" she mumbled, too busy to listen properly.

"The wards," Charlie repeated with a grin. "To get inside the house."

"Oh, right," she said, absently reaching for her wand, but unable to slip her hand into her pocket to get it.

"Here," Bill said, laughing, as he took her wand and handed it to her.

With a mumbled, "Thanks," and a few flicks of the wand, the door opened, and they finally managed to get inside, away from prying eyes, their hands and lips on her body every step of the way.

She was not sure who took what off, but in a matter of seconds she was standing between them, dressed only in her underwear. Their hands felt so hot against her skin she was sure they would burn her, and their lips, sensuously moving around her body, were soon driving her crazy.

But even as her body responded to them eagerly and on its own accord, her mind kept going back to what they had told her, and what they had implied. Had Bill really left his wife? After all that time, was he finally free? And by the way they were acting, it seemed like they accepted the fact that she loved them both. If she didn't have to choose between them, did that mean the three of them…

"Stop thinking," Bill growled by her ear, as firm hands moved to her hips, fingers hooking on the elastic of her underwear and tugging.

Another pair of hands moved up her back, unclasping her bra and slipping it off her shoulders before making their way around her, reaching for her breasts.

She couldn't believe what was happening. Her encounters with them had always been amazing, but now they were both there, touching her, kissing her, and it was just… she couldn't find words to describe it, and that was saying something.

Warm lips slowly moved down her jaw and neck, across her collarbone, and stopped right before they reached her breasts.

"Do you mind, brother?" Bill whispered against her skin, and Charlie sighed by her ear, his hands moving back down her body, leaving room for Bill.

She felt his tongue trace the outline of her nipple, before nibbling on it, and at the same time Charlie's hands moved down her belly, his fingers reaching between her thighs, lightly teasing her clit. It was too much, and still she wanted more.

Leaning against Charlie's firm body, she threw one of her arms back and around his neck, trying to pull him closer to her as her other arm reached for Bill, her hand buried in his hair. She closed her eyes, resting her head back against Charlie's shoulder as she concentrated on the way they were making her feel.

She had to bite her lower lip to hold back a moan when Bill's warm tongue left her breasts, his mouth making it's way back up her neck, the air that had seemed so warm not long before now unbelievably cold against her wet skin, making her shiver.

"It's been so long," he whispered by her ear, as she felt his hands on her legs, slowly caressing up her thighs and sneaking between them.

Bill's lips found hers for another searing kiss, as one of his fingers slowly slipped inside her.

"So warm, so tight," he murmured against her lips, his eyes locked on hers, trying to read her thoughts.

Charlie lightly bit her neck, just as one of his fingers moved inside her body, joining Bill's and making her cry out in pleasure.

"Yes, she feels good, doesn't she?" Charlie whispered by her ear.

"More than good," Bill agreed, as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Bill," she moaned, as she felt him gently push her legs apart, his tongue darting out to tease her clit as Charlie slipped another finger inside of her.

She suddenly felt her knees give way, and with incredibly fast reflexes, Charlie wrapped his free arm tightly around her, keeping her from falling.

"You like it, don't you?" he whispered huskily into her ear, as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, and she simply moaned in response. It was too good to put into words.

She could feel the tension slowly building, and then, suddenly, Bill's tongue was gone, and a second later she felt Charlie's fingers leave her body. She groaned at the loss, but just as she was about to complain she heard Charlie moan Bill's name by her ear, and when she looked down she saw he had his lips wrapped around Charlie's fingers, slowly sucking them clean.

"Delicious," he whispered, his tongue darting out once more to flick over Charlie's fingers, his eyes now fixed on hers.

She stared back at him, transfixed. When they had said she did not have to choose, she had not been sure exactly what they meant, but now, after what she had just witnessed, she had the impression they meant they would be sharing not only her, but each other as well. She had already known about them being involved; Charlie had told her, and at the time she had simply accepted that fact; it was part of them, of who they were, and she loved them nonetheless. Her logical part told her it should have bothered her, that she should have been shocked, hurt, disgusted…something, but she didn't feel that way.

Still, she had never thought she would feel the way she was feeling now. When she had looked down at Bill, when she had seen his lips wrapped around Charlie's fingers, seen the heated look on Bill's face and heard Charlie's moan by her ear, she had been more turned on than she could ever remember being before, and suddenly she could not wait to find out what exactly the two wizards had between them.

She was not sure how much time had passed, but apparently too long. She was still staring at Bill when she saw his expression change from heated to insecure, hesitant. He had been waiting for a response, a reaction from her, but so far she had only just stared at him. Charlie's body had tensed behind her too, his breathing so low she could barely hear it, but he had not said a word. They were simply waiting for her to make a decision, waiting to know if she would accept it, them, or just turn around and run.

What could she say to let him know how she felt? There really was not a decision for her to make; she could have them both, what was there to think about? But still, as she looked at them, as she felt them so close to her, words failed to form on her lips, so she did the only thing she could think of. In a bold movement, she buried her hand in Bill's hair and gently pulled him up, standing on her tiptoes as she leaned closer to kiss him.

The change was immediate, as if they had both come back to life after the wait. Bill kissed her back, with a passion she had not felt from him in a long time, as if he wanted to devour her whole, and at the same time Charlie pulled her back against him, his arms firmly wrapped around her body, as if he wanted to keep her close and never let go.

She heard him whisper words into her ear she couldn't understand, but their meaning was clear nonetheless, and all doubts and questions flew from her mind once again as she focused on them.

Bill was still kissing her hungrily, only breaking the kiss when the need for air became overwhelming, and then taking her mouth again the next second. Charlie's lips where on her neck, kissing and nibbling, finding all the sensitive spots and making her shiver at his touch, but after a few seconds his hands moved to her shoulders again, turning her around to face him and taking Bill's place as soon as their kiss was broken.

Although his kiss was just as passionate it was incredibly different from Bill's, and she had not noticed just how much so until then. He was more careful and tender, and still he had the same effect on her; the heat and desire in her body was all consuming. A simple touch of either of them could set her on fire.

Their hands were everywhere, caressing her naked flesh, and she still ached for more contact. They were both still fully dressed, the rough fabric sliding against her skin as they moved, and she slid her hands up Charlie's chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, struggling to get it open.

"Not yet," he murmured by her ear, and just as she was about to complain Bill's fingers slipped between her thighs once more, turning the words into moans before they could leave her lips.

"Bill," she groaned, leaning against him, feeling his erection pressed firmly against her back, his hips moving against hers in the same rhythm as his fingers did.

"Like that?" Charlie asked her huskily, his hands playing with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them before leaning down and wrapping his warm lips around them. The two of them were managing to keep her senses in overdrive, and all she could do was nod in response and moan for more.

She wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck, pressing him closer to her, and felt him smirk against her skin. While one of his hands kept playing with her nipple, the other soon found its way back inside her, his fingers joining Bill's.

Soon she could feel her muscles start to tense again, and they felt it too.

"Do you want it?" Bill groaned into her ear, and she could only nod and moan again.

"Say it."

"Yes."

"Say you want it," Charlie groaned kissing her neck. "I want to hear you say it."

"I want it. Please," she moaned.

"That's my girl," Bill whispered. "Now come for us."

Charlie's thumb found her clit as their fingers started moving faster, and she completely lost control, writhing between them, moving her hips as she tried to get more friction, kissing Charlie passionately and feeling Bill's lips and teeth on her neck, marking her. Her world stopped spinning as her muscles contracted around them, and she screamed their names in ecstasy.

After what felt like hours they stopped moving, giving her time to recover, but as soon as she had caught her breath she began tugging at their clothes, wanting to feel their skin against her, wanting to feel more of them.

Her hands were still shaking slightly from the intense orgasm, and she could not unbutton Charlie's shirt, no matter how much she tried. Bill took her hands, pulling her fingers away from Charlie's chest, and then turned her around to face him, his lips devouring hers as soon as he could reach them.

She felt Charlie fumble behind her, and then start mumbling something about vanishing clothes. She broke the kiss to look at him.

"My wand," he said, "I can't find it."

She heard Bill chuckle next to her, and then suggest he might have dropped it outside.

Cursing loudly, he stepped away from her as he hurriedly walked to the door. As soon as he touched the knob Bill turned her around and pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply again.

"All to myself," he groaned into the kiss, as he grinded his hips against her. "Need to feel you," he said after a moment, licking her neck just the way she loved as he hurriedly undid his jeans and pushed them down around his thighs. Next thing she knew, he had lifted her and made her wrap her legs around his waist, and he was sliding into her.

They both groaned at the feeling, and before she could get used to having him inside her he was thrusting fast and hard, whispering into her ear things that would have had her blushing furiously a few years before. Now it only made her moan and beg for more.

She wound her fingers into his hair, letting it loose and pulling at it as he pushed into her.

She heard the door close and a whispered curse, and opened her eyes to find Charlie standing mere feet away from her, watching entranced. She reached out to him, wanting to feel him too, and with desire evident in his eyes he stepped closer to them, but just as he was about to touch her she heard Bill growl deeply against her skin, throwing Charlie a warning look as he started pumping faster into her.

"Did you just growl at me?" he asked, surprised and amused at the same time. Bill did not respond.

After a moment she reached for Charlie again, but with another growl Bill took both her hands and pinned them on either side of her head. She saw Charlie wink at her and smirk mischievously, but she was too distracted by Bill's ministrations to give it any thought.

Charlie took a step away from them, and she felt Bill relax slightly, but the next second Charlie was standing right behind him, and although she had no idea what he was doing to him, she heard Bill moan into her neck.

"Did your mother not teach you how to share?" he whispered huskily into Bill's ear, making him groan and close his eyes.

"If she had any idea just how much I share," Bill ground out, leaving the sentence hanging as he thrust into her again.

"And just how much do you share?" Charlie whispered, and she felt his hands on her legs, slowly moving up her thighs. "I cannot let you have our girl all to yourself, you know that," he told Bill, burying his fingers in his hair and pulling his head back. "So why don't you let me join in the fun?"

She felt Charlie push against him, halting his movements and pinning her harder against the wall.

"What do you say, love?" Charlie asked her, "Would you like Bill to share?"

Instead of answering, she leaned forward, trying to catch his lips, but Bill's hands were still keeping her pinned to the wall, and she could not reach him.

"Is that a yes?" Charlie asked huskily, leaning closer and brushing his lips against hers. As soon as she nodded he started kissing her passionately, his body pulling back just enough to let Bill start moving inside of her again.

Bill's lips soon found her neck, and he kissed his way up, nibbling on her jaw for a few moments before tracing the side of her mouth with his tongue. Before she knew what was happening, Charlie had tilted his head to the side, and Bill had joined in on the kiss.

It was a strange feeling, three tongues fighting for domination, but it was so good. Bill started moving faster, and Charlie's hands slipped between them, his fingers soon finding her clit again.

She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, feeling her body tense once more. When she opened them again she saw Charlie and Bill kissing passionately, the kiss heated, almost bruising, and that was all it took to push her over the edge again.

Just as her muscles began to contract around Bill she heard him gasp into the kiss, and then Charlie's fingers left her clit to wrap themselves around Bill's erection tightly.

"Not yet, brother," she heard him whisper into Bill's ear, his eyes fixed on hers as he watched her come undone again.

Bill groaned and cursed loudly, but kept thrusting into her as he rode her orgasm.

As soon as she came back down Charlie pushed against them once more, pinning her to the wall like he had before.

"I do believe we had agreed on sharing," he said, giving her a slow kiss before stepping back.

"Are you sure about this?" Bill asked her softly.

"Should have asked that before you fucked her into the wall, don't you think?" Charlie asked him teasingly.

"Hermione?" Bill whispered, and she nodded; at that moment, she wanted nothing else.

"Come here," Charlie said with that mischievous smile that always turned her legs to jelly.

She took a moment to recover and then moved her hands to Bill's chest, gently walking past him as she stepped closer to Charlie.

"So beautiful," he murmured, as he watched her go to him.

As soon as she was close enough he kissed her again, but this time it was slow and passionate. His hands trailed up her hips and wound around her waist, drawing her closer to him; only then did she notice he was still fully clothed.

Without breaking the kiss, her hands trailed up his chest, quickly undoing the buttons, caressing the warm skin beneath as soon as it was revealed. She was pleased to hear Charlie moan softly at her ministrations.

As her hands pushed his shirt past his shoulders and down his arms, her lips left his, leaving a hot trail down his firm body as she kissed her way down, only stopping when she was kneeling in front of him.

She quickly undid his trousers, and then pulled them down his legs, along with his underwear. With a wicked smile on her lips she leaned forward, her tongue slowly tracing the head of his erection, making him groan and wind his fingers into her hair.

"Do you like that?" she asked, loving the feeling of her being the one teasing him, and not the other way around.

His answer turned into a loud moan as she wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her mouth. She felt his fingers tighten around her head and slowly pulled back, sucking on the tip before taking him in once more. After a few moments she felt his hips start to buck against her, and then he pulled her back.

"Stop or this might end before it even gets started," he panted, pulling her up and capturing her lips in a scorching kiss.

He lowered her to the floor then, lying on top of her, his fingers diving between them again, slipping inside of her, teasing her body as his tongue mimicked their movements inside her mouth.

"No, please," she moaned, breaking the kiss, even as her body arched against him. "Need you inside me, now," she panted, wrapping her legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer. She could not take any more teasing; she had to feel him, all of him.

"Since you ask so nicely," he groaned by her ear, and she could almost see the smug smirk she knew was on his face as he finally pushed inside her.

Where Bill's thrusts had been rough and hard, Charlie's were slow and tender, driving her crazy and making her ache for more. His hands were all over her body, finding all the right spots, caressing with just the right pressure; he seemed to know her so well, it felt as if they had been together for years.

She loved the way he was making her feel, but she wanted more. She tightened her legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper, her nails sinking into his shoulders as she kissed him deeply, but he just pulled back, pushing her arms to the floor and entwining her fingers with his own.

Her eyes locked on his, silently begging for him to move faster, but he merely smiled at her, his pace never changing.

Then she heard a groan to their side, and when she turned her head she saw Bill a few feet from them, sprawled on a chair, a heated look on his eyes as he watched them, slowly stroking himself at the same time.

"Stop teasing her, brother," he groaned.

"Why should I? She likes it," Charlie said, turning to her to whisper into her ear, "Don't you, love?" As the words left his lips he thrust deeply into her, making her moan and arch against him.

"If you cannot give our girl what she wants, I will have to do that for you," Bill said seductively, his eyes locked on hers as he got up. Instead of walking towards them, he stood where he was, giving her a perfect view of him as he slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head, carelessly throwing it to the floor before moving on to his trousers, still hanging loosely around his hips.

"Show off," Charlie murmured as Bill pushed them down his legs, but as she looked at him she could tell he could not tear his eyes away from Bill either.

Charlie started moving faster then, trusting harder and deeper into her, his eyes still fixed on Bill's, just as hers were, darting from the desire laden expression on his face to his hand, firmly stroking his erection again. She felt Charlie's hands let go of hers to wrap around her waist, pulling her up as he kneeled back and sat on his heels, the new angle pushing him even deeper inside of her.

His strong arms helped her move up and down, their rhythm slowing again as they both watched Bill.

"Look at him, love," Charlie whispered into her ear. "Can you see how much he wants you? How much he wishes he was the one inside of you now?" he asked, thrusting hard into her.

She could see the desire in Bill's eyes, his breathing so loud and ragged she could almost hear it. She loved knowing she could have such a strong effect on him, that watching her, them, could turn him on that much; it made her feel wanted, powerful.

Wrapping her arms around Charlie's neck for balance, she moved her legs so that her feet were resting on the floor, allowing her to set the rhythm herself. She leaned her body flush against Charlie's, loving the feel of his hard chest rubbing against her breasts, and slowly kissed his jaw before whispering by his ear, "I think it's not just me he wants."

She felt Charlie's hands tense around her waist, and she knew her words had had the desired effect; when she tilted her head back, she saw Charlie looking at Bill, his expression more heated than before, if that was possible, and Bill looking back at him the same way.

Again, she felt incredibly turned on by the two of them, by the way they were looking at each other, as if they wanted nothing more than to devour one another, and as the memories of the two of them kissing earlier came back to her she felt her body begin to tense around Charlie once more.

Her inner muscles tightening around him brought Charlie's attention back to her, and he started moving faster, his hips pushing up as hers met them thrust for thrust.

"You like it, don't you?" Charlie whispered huskily into her ear, as he pushed himself deeply inside of her again and again, "You love the thought of the two of us together."

She kissed him deeply, her nails sinking into his back as she moaned against his lips, her eyes closed as his words brought even more images forward. She had loved watching them kiss so wildly, so desperately and now she knew she wanted to see much more than that.

"Let him watch you come for me, baby, show him what I can do to you," Charlie whispered by her lips, and that was enough to do the trick.

She moaned as her body arched back, her head almost touching the floor behind her, her arms limp at her sides. Charlie's firm hands kept her hips in the air as he thrust into her faster, his fingers almost sinking into her flesh as he tried to hold back.

As she slowly came back down she felt Charlie leaning against her, her back now touching the floor again. She felt as if all strength had left her body, and she rested her head back, trying to recover and feeling his ragged breathing against her chest.

She could feel him still hard inside her, but he was not moving, giving her time to recover. She closed her eyes for a moment, loving the feel of having him so close to her once more, but she opened her eyes again when she felt him stiffen slightly on top of her. Her gaze fell on his face, and she was surprised to see the look of pleasure there; parted lips, closed eyes and his head tilted back. It took her a moment to realize what was going on.

Bill was kneeling behind Charlie, and as she saw him, his eyes locked on hers and a knowing smile curved his lips. Resting one of his hands by her head for balance, he slowly leaned forward, until his chest was flush against Charlie's back, and as soon as he was close enough his tongue darted out, sensually tracing her lips until she tilted her head up and kissed him with more passion than she had thought possible.

She felt him responding to the kiss, his tongue fighting hers for control, and after a moment she felt Charlie's lips on her neck, slowly kissing their way up her throat until they reached her mouth and he joined her and Bill in the kiss. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, she pulled back after a few moments, desperately wanting to watch them kiss again.

They looked so good together, the kiss so hot and sensual; she did not care that it was considered taboo, or maybe that made her like it even more; all she knew was that she loved them, and the both of them together drove her wild.

Even as they kissed, Bill's eyes remained locked on hers, watching her reaction, trying to read her every thought. Seeing the desire on her face, he broke the kiss and smiled wickedly at her.

"Make her feel it," he groaned into Charlie's ear, and then she felt Charlie move inside of her again, pushing deeper as he arched back, moaning, his eyes closed in pleasure. "Show her what it can be like, what it will be like, the three of us," he whispered huskily, thrusting into Charlie again, and sending him deeper inside of her.

She could feel Bill thrusting into her through Charlie, see the pleasure on both their faces, the same expression she knew they could see on her own face, and she wondered if what Bill said was true, if it would be like that for them, if they would find a way to be together.

After a few moments their thrusts became slower, and Charlie's hands moved to her thighs, pulling her hips up with him as he moved back so he was on his knees, his hands controlling her movements just as Bill's hands on his hips controlled his.

She looked at him pleadingly, resting her feet on the floor for leverage as she tried to move her hips against him, trying to get him to move faster, but his grip on her hips was too strong. Her eyes met Bill's again, watched him as he nibbled lightly on Charlie's neck before biting hard, in time with a thrust, making him groan loudly.

Bill's eyes moved down her body then, resting on where she and Charlie were joined, and after a few seconds Charlie did the same. She could see the desire on both their faces as they watched Charlie slowly move in and out of her, but as much as she loved the way they were looking at her, the way their evident desire was making her feel, she needed more.

"Please," she moaned, her hips pushing against Charlie as much as she could, her inner muscles tightening around him, trying to pull him deeper. "Please, Bill," she said, looking at him, biting on her lower lip the way she knew he liked for a moment. "Harder, Bill, please. I need more."

"You want more?" he asked in a husky tone, thrusting hard into Charlie again as he said it.

"Yes," she moaned, and saw him smile roguishly at her before moving his lips to Charlie's neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail from his shoulder to his ear.

"What do you say, brother?" he asked teasingly, slowing down his movements again, holding Charlie firmly by his hips as he tried to push back against him.

"Fuck," she heard Charlie mutter, his hands on her hips, pulling her to him so that he could bury himself deep inside of her again, making her moan.

She felt one of Bill's hands on her waist, holding her in place when Charlie tried to push her hips back.

"I asked you a question," he whispered into his ear before lightly biting his lobe.

"We're here to give her what she wants," Charlie said, his voice a little firmer, even as she felt his fingers dig into her hips as he tried to control himself.

"Yes, but what do you want?" Bill pressed, slowly pulling back and then pushing forward in the same slow, maddening rhythm.

"Harder," he groaned after a moment, his eyes locked on hers as he said, "Give her what she wants, Bill."

Her eyes instantly moved to Bill, and she saw the fire, the need clear in his expression. He gave her a wicked smile, and then his hand left her hip to move up Charlie's chest, his neck, and then bury itself into his hair.

She heard Charlie hiss and moan at the same time as Bill pulled his head back by the hair, and she barely heard him when he whispered, "Then you better flip her over."

Her eyes moved back to Charlie's face at those words, and saw the desire in his eyes at just the thought of it. Without wasting a moment he pulled out of her and she groaned at the loss, although it barely lasted a second. In one swift move, Charlie flipped her over, pushed her hips up so that she was on her hands and knees, and then he thrust back into her. Hard.

"Merlin," she moaned when she felt him buried inside of her again, every inch of her body on fire.

He stopped once more, as soon as he was deep into her, his lips on her neck, on that spot that always made her shiver. She tried to push back, needing him to move, but his hands held her firmly in place.

"Bill," she pleaded, but before she finished saying his name she felt Charlie pull back and thrust into her hard and fast. His loud gasp by her ear told her it was Bill the one controlling his movements, the one setting the rhythm.

In only a few moments they had completely lost control, the three of them moving as one, faster and harder with every thrust, until moans and groans filled the room, covering even the slap of flesh against flesh.

She screamed both their names until her throat was raw, and the only sounds she could make were groans of pleasure. Charlie's strong arm snaked around her waist, holding her in place when her own arms couldn't support her anymore. It felt as if her body had turned to jelly, the thought of Bill thrusting into Charlie almost as much of a turn on as feeling him inside of her.

She felt Bill's hand move between her thighs, felt his fingers rub her clit just as their thrusts turned faster, and she just couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed her release, her muscles tightening around Charlie, him and Bill screaming in pleasure as well as they reached their own orgasms.

As she slowly came back down she collapsed on the floor, too exhausted to move a muscle, as Charlie and Bill rolled to either side of her and lay there, recovering their breaths.

Now that it was over, now that they were not touching her anymore, her mind seemed to start working again.

"Did you mean it?" she found herself asking, her voice soft, barely a whisper, fearing she had understood wrong, that there would not be a happy ending for them.

Charlie moved so that he was resting on his side, his eyes on her as his hand softly stroked her cheek.

"Yes," he whispered. "We love you, Hermione, and we want to spend the rest of our lives proving it to you, if you will let us."

"But, what about your family? What about Fleur?" she asked, her eyes turning to Bill.

"I already told you it's over between us," Bill whispered by her ear, his hand softly moving up and down her thigh.

"It is?" she asked, uncertainly, searching his eyes for the truth. Had he finally left his wife? She had been so sure he never would, that he didn't love her enough to leave the comfort of his home.

"I did what I should have done long ago; I'm just sorry it took so long for it to happen. I never meant to hurt you, didn't realize what the situation was doing to you, but I never once lied about how I feel about you, Hermione. I love you."

"But you and Charlie," she whispered. "If you left Fleur, then she will tell…"

"I don't care about that," Bill interrupted. "The only thing I care about is you; that you know us and accept us for who we are."

"But your parents, your brothers; she will…"

"She did that already," Charlie murmured, as his fingers moved down her neck. "Just a few hours after Bill told her it was over, she showed up at the Burrow."

"What?" she asked, surprised and alarmed. She had no idea how their family would react to the news.

"Both he and I were there in the kitchen with dad," Charlie explained.

"I had gone there to tell Charlie I had finally left her," Bill said. "Suddenly she showed up, screaming like crazy, but thankfully she was speaking French."

"Weirdest thing I've heard," Charlie chuckled, leaning closer to her and softly kissing her neck.

"So they all know?"

"When she started screaming at Bill, saying it was his last chance, that he either went back to her or she would tell them all, dad turned to us and asked us to leave them alone."

"He did what?"

"Said he wanted to talk to her alone, so we finally left them in the kitchen."

"Took them barely ten minutes, then dad opened the door and Fleur left in a huff," Charlie said by her neck.

"What happened?"

"That's what I asked him. See, my dad's a real calm, caring man."

"Has to be to put up with mum," Charlie joked.

"But he can be incredibly scary when he wants to. I have no idea what he said to Fleur, but as soon as we went back into the kitchen he told me not to worry about her; that she would not bother us again," Bill told her.

"He never liked her," Charlie said, looking at Bill. "He knew she was hurting you, that she was bad for you. I just never thought he would do anything about it. Mum's the one to always voice her feelings."

"So he knows?"

"I think he had known for some time. Maybe not the details, but he knew me and Charlie were close, closer than brothers usually are, and that it helped me. He said he had noticed the change, after the attack, and how I had gotten so much better since the two of us started spending more time together. He told me he couldn't care less about what I did, as long as it made me happy."

"But the rest of them…your mother?"

"By the way Fleur left, I doubt she will be going back to the Burrow anytime soon, and mum was more than happy to know it was over between us."

Their hands kept roaming her body, their touch soft and teasing, making thinking so much more difficult.

"You still haven't given us an answer," Bill said after a few moments of silence, his hand slowly moving to her inner thigh.

"Answer?" she asked, confused.

"We want to be with you, both of us. We can be happy together. What do you think?"

"I just… I don't…"

"Please," Charlie whispered, his hand on her chin, making her turn to him. "We can't live without you; we need you. We love you. Just say yes, Hermione; say you'll give us a chance to show you we can make it work," he said, kissing her softly.

"We can be happy together; the three of us," Bill added as his fingers moved higher up her thigh.

"But what will they say?"

"Who cares?" Bill murmured, moving down her body, his lips kissing down her body.

She wanted to say yes, wanted to spend the rest of her life with the two of them by her side. It was like a dream come true, but a part of her refused to believe it was possible. Things like that never happened to her; her life had never been perfect; far from it, in fact. How was she supposed to simply accept this possibility, to just believe it could happen; that she could have everything she had ever dreamed of?

"Just say yes," Bill whispered, moving lower still, his lips ghosting over her thigh as his fingers teased her entrance. It wasn't fair; she couldn't think properly with him doing that.

"But your jobs, your lives are in London, and I live here," she muttered, proud at herself for keeping the pleasure she was feeling from her voice.

"So?" Bill said, before flicking his tongue over her clit.

"So," she said, with a moan, "I like my job; I don't want to leave."

"Then don't," Charlie said. "You know I hate working at the Ministry; this is just the perfect excuse to quit."

"But what about Bill?" she managed to ask after a few seconds. Her thoughts were quickly fogging, and even forming sentences was hard.

"You've put up with an awful job for years to be with him; I think it's only fair for him to reciprocate."

"I can't make him do that."

"You're not making me do anything," Bill said, sitting up for a moment, his fingers still teasing her. "I want to be wherever you are, and if that means moving here, then so be it. Besides," he said, leaning down again, "I'm sure I can get a transfer. I believe there are some ruins around here my bosses are interested in."

"So what do you say?" Charlie asked again, smiling at her, and she could see the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Yes," she simply said.

She would not doubt anymore. She wanted to be with them, so why bother making up excuses that sounded empty even to her own ears. They had said they could make it work, and she was sure they would. She would give herself a chance to be happy, and would do everything in her power to make sure they were as happy as she was, for as long as she could. What did it matter, if others didn't understand? She would be with them, and that was all she would ever need; all she could ever want.

"Good," Charlie whispered before kissing her lovingly.

"How did you find me?" she asked after a few moments, breaking the kiss. "No one knew where I was, not even my parents."

"I know, why do you think it took us months to get here?" Charlie replied.

"So how…"

"It took a little help from the Ministry, actually. Had to ask Harry for help to find out what company had hired you; they keep all records in the Ministry. Harry asked Remus and Remus asked Kingsley, and after weeks we finally managed to get permission to go through those records."

"You did?" she asked, her question turning into a moan as Bill's thumb started rubbing her clit.

"After about two weeks we found out who had hired you, but it took lots of time and insistence to find out where they had sent you. We had to…"

"Will you stop distracting her?" Bill growled, his fingers slipping inside of her, making her arch. "I'm trying to do something here."

"Was he always this bossy with you?" Charlie whispered by her ear, and she could only nod, Bill's ministrations taking her breath away. "Maybe it's time we do something about it," he said, and when she turned to him she saw a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Something like what?" she asked, in the same low voice.

"Wouldn't you like to be the one in control for once? Have him at your mercy?" he asked, and she moaned at just the thought of it. She loved it when Bill took over, loved the way he was with her, so confident and in control, but for once she would love to have her way with him, to tease him like he always teased her.

"What do you suggest?" she managed to ask, and saw Charlie's hand move behind him, reaching for his wand.

"I suggest we tie him to the bed," he whispered huskily into her ear. "I suggest we show him what it feels like, to give up control."

"Yes," she managed to moan, just as she saw Charlie sit up, a wicked smile on his lips as he aimed his wand at Bill.

Oh, that was going to be fun. Besides, Bill would have plenty of time to make them pay for it; their whole lives, if it was up to her.

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Finished at last! Can't believe it!

I hope you enjoyed this last chapter and the rest of the story as well. It was incredibly fun to write, and I hope you liked it as much as I did.

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