Romp among the Roses.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my warped mind (I probably don't even own that considering how often those sneaky and elusive creatures commonly known as plot bunnies hijack it).

Hermione and Ron flooed into the busy Leaky Cauldron and Ron's stomach rumbled appreciatively as a waitress passed them carrying a tray with two steaming hot pots.

"Christ Ron, you've just wolfed down an humongous bacon and tomato sandwich, you can't possibly still be hungry" Hermione said incredulously.

The tall red head grinned and patted his flat stomach "What the belly wants, the belly gets" another tray of hot steaming food went past and Ron closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

"Ron control yourself, you look like you're auditioning for a Bistoadvert*"

Ron opened his eyes and gave her a confused look. "Never mind" Hermione replied with a smile "Muggle reference, anyway rings first food later."

"There's two jewellery shops in Diagon alley but the only thing is that neither of them specialises in triad wedding ring sets, so which one do you want to go to first?"

"I don't bloody know, it's not like I've done this before." Hermione snapped before immediately apologising "Sorry Ron, I don't mean to be a bitch. Where did you get Luna's ring from?"

"Pfft don't worry about it, I got Luna's ring from Jackson's so we'll go there first because it's not far from here." Ron tucked Hermione's hand into the crook of his arm and led her out of the pub and down a couple of winding cobbled streets till they'd arrived outside of the shop he'd mentioned.

Hermione took one look at the jewellers, it's windows were thick with dust and filth, it's sign was so faded it was barely legible and pulled a disgusted face, she had to squint to make out the worn golden letters that said Jackson and Sons. Purveyors of fine jewellery since 1787. "I don't think they've actually cleaned the windows since 1787" she commentated drily, trying to peer through a grimy window.

"Don't be such a clean freak," her friend retorted with good humour "despite it's appearances Jacksons is the jewellery for unique pieces, all the older pure blood families choose to shop here over the more modern shop in the centre of Diagon alley. Bill told me that the owners have a long standing contract with Gringotts, when the Goblins seize an account for whatever reason, Mr Jackson gets first pick at the non Goblin made items which he then sells in his shop, so although it's the shop to go to for the best quality, you will pay through the nose for it. Luna's ring cost me three months wages, but when I saw it I knew it was the perfect ring for her." Ron's face softened for a brief moment as he thought about his beautiful eccentric wife. "Well come on then preggers, you're not going to see any rings standing out here all day." He sidestepped a half hearted slap from a smiling Hermione and opened the door for her, choosing to ignore Hermione as she muttered under her breath "Not with windows that filthy I won't"

Inside the shop they were greeted by an elderly witch who welcomed them and invited them to browse while she got her son who was the proprietor.

"So do what do you have in mind?" Ron asked conversationally as Hermione wandered around the small shop looking at the different rings on display.

"I have absolutely no idea, I can't believe I'm doing this in the first pla-." Hermione paused mid speech.

Ron glanced up from the necklace display he was looking at and asked Hermione if she was okay.

Hermione waved him over to join her "I think I've found the perfect set, come look and tell me what you think." Glancing round for the proprietor, she caught his eye as he entered the room "Is it possible for me to take a closer look at these rings here?" Hermione asked slightly breathless.

"An excellent choice Madam," the proprietor told her with a generic salesman's smile on his face "these rings are made from 18ct white gold and are flat profile Celtic wedding bands with a triscele weave design, the ladies ring is set with 3 diamonds in a rub over setting worth just over 0.75 ct. The rings will automatically resize when placed on the intended's finger."

"This is the set Ron, I can feel it." Hermione couldn't keep the excitement from her voice.

The shopkeeper coughed lightly "I'm not sure if Madam is aware but this is a ring set designed for a triad relationship that consists of two gentlemen and one female in it, I would hate to split the rings up."

Hermione looked the man straight in the eyes "I'm aware that it's a triad set, that was the reason I was looking at this tray of rings in the first place."

"My apologies Madam, it's just that we get so few customers who are in a committed triad relationship."

Ron snorted at the man's apology "What's the damage on this ring set? I can't seem to find the price tag."

"The set costs 399 galleons, obviously the price reflects the quality and master craftsmanship that's been put into the three rings."

Hermione quickly did the maths in her head 399 galleons was roughly equivalent to around £2000 it was rather pricey and would eat up a sizeable amount of her savings, but as she was only planning to do this once it was a good investment. In a surprisingly short amount of time she found herself outside of the shop blinking in the bright sunlight with two ring boxes in her pocket. "Right Ron, let's go and feed that bottomless stomach of yours before I decide to chicken out and flee the country instead." Hermione said half jokingly while patting her pocket to make sure she hadn't lost the rings since leaving the shop.

It was nearing seven pm by the time Hermione arrived back at the castle after spending the day with Ron. She'd decided that a quick visit with Poppy Pomfrey was in order just to verify the pregnancy 100%, not that she doubted the test Ron had done at his in anyway shape or form, but it was always good to dot the I's and cross the T's so to speak. Taking the secret passageways known only to the teachers and those in possession of the Marauders map Hermione succeeded in making her way to the hospital wing with out bumping into any of the teaching staff, sneaking a peek through the round window in the hospital wing's door she saw a small group of students sat round a bed playing exploding snap with Lexi Finster (suffering with a severe case of Mumblemumps*) who was the ward's sole occupant. Not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that she was visiting Poppy, Hermione crossed the corridor and gave the staff's universal password of Firewhisky to the portrait of Dilys Derwent who guarded the medi-witch's office.

"Hello Hermione, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" The matronly medi witch asked kindly, looking up from the medical files she had open on her desk.

"I've just popped in for a bit of advice if you've got a spare minute or two?" Hermione enquired feeling a bit apprehensive about telling another person about her predicament.

"Certainly my dear, take a seat and tell your Aunt Poppy what's ailing you while I pop the kettle on and get the good biscuits out of the cupboard" the older witch told her with a smile.

An hour and forty five minutes later Hermione was feeling a lot happier about her situation after the chat with the school medi-witch and a long hot shower. On arriving back at her rooms she'd found a dozen hot pink roses in an expensive crystal cut vase sat on her wooden coffee table and a note telling her to meet them at the Manor for a informal romantic picnic under the stars. Humming softly to herself she rifled through her wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit, what does one wear to an informal romantic picnic under the stars? Where you were not only planning to propose to your two lovers but you also had to tell them that you were pregnant. She'd almost given up on finding 'the' outfit, when hidden behind her formal teaching robes was the deep purple, knee length gypsy style dress that shimmered with tiny round mirrors, she'd bought the dress on a whim from a market stall in Soho London for the bargain price of only a tenner.

Hermione almost clapped with joy as she put the dress on and discovered that the dress had pockets hidden in its skirt, which was perfect for hiding the ring box in. With her hair charmed into simple loose curls that hung down her back and a pair of flat, thin strapped leather sandals that complimented her dress, she felt she was ready for what was destined to be one of the most eventful nights of her life.

The sun was just beginning to set as she arrived at Malfoy Manor giving the sky a warm rosy glow.

"Excuse me Miss but the Master says you have to take the left path that leads down to the lake." Lucius's head elf Tomkins told her offering her a glass of what looked like champagne.

"Thank you Tomkins, is that champagne for me?" The little elf who was dressed in a royal blue cotton toga with the Malfoy coat of arms stitched on to the chest nodded his large ears flapping wildly. "Please could you switch it with sparkling grape juice and keep it refilled with the same through out the night?" Hermione asked.

Tomkins nodded again and in twinkle of an eye he'd disappeared and reappeared with a chilled glass of white grape juice "Anything else Miss?"

She replied with a polite "No thank you." The elf satisfied he could do no more vanished from her sight and Hermione set off towards the lake, one hand holding the glass and the other resting against the pocket which held the rings. Lost in her thoughts she ignored the route that Tomkins had advised, instead she took a short cut through the walled open knot garden known to countless Malfoys throughout the centuries as the ladies garden, when out of nowhere one of Lucius prized white peacocks flew onto the path in front of her hissing and displaying it's impressive tail which was fanned out and now being shook in her general direction. Hermione swore in surprise, upon realising it was just a bloody peacock she scowled "Listen you feather brained narcissistic bird shut up and go away, you're lucky that Lucius likes you otherwise I'd be recommending that we eat you for dinner." (Not that she would but for some reason the peacocks seemed to hate her and the feeling was mutual.)

The peacock screeched fiercely at her and left a big dollop of black peacock poop on the path in front of her before flying off. Hermione was pretty sure that she'd just been insulted by the glorified chicken, carefully stepping round the black mass she carried on towards the lake, faint strains of classical music could be heard coming from beyond the far stone wall.

Hermione managed to get to the lake without any further incidents, she was about to say hello but stopped herself so she could enjoy the scene in front of her, Severus and Lucius who both had their trouser legs rolled up to their calves were enjoying a close embrace on the lake shore, their bodies swaying in time to the soft romantic music as the water gently caressed both pairs of sexy masculine feet.

Slipping her sandals off, Hermione enjoyed the feel of the soft silty sand between her toes as she made her way over to the two wizards, "Is there room for a little one in there?" she asked pinching Severus's bum playfully. Both men turned to her and enveloped her in group hug that involved numerous kisses and gropes being exchanged between the trio. Hermione broke free, laughing as the gropes turned in to tickles "Watch it Mister" she told Lucius in a mock stern voice as he tried to tickle her again "As I recall you left me a note promising me food and I am famished, so feed me."

"So I did, Severus if you could please assist me." Hermione let out a small eep as Severus swung her up into his arms and placed her gently on to thick plush cushions that lined the bottom of the wooden row boat that was bobbing gently in the still water of the lake and then climbed in, lying down next to her. Lucius got into the boat last after gently pushing them off, he sat down on the single lone bench, rolled his sleeves up past his elbows and proceeded to show off his rowing skills.

Lucius rowed out to the middle of the lake, secured the oars, removed a picnic basket from under the seat and joined his lovers on the cushions.

He took three glasses from the wicker basket and a bottle of champagne that had been chilled to perfection, pouring them each a glass and handing one to Hermione and Severus "I think a toast is in order,Severus my love if you would be so kind"

The dark haired wizard cleared his throat "To us, may we be this happy and contented forever" he said offering his glass to be clinked in a toast.

Lucius took a sip and pulled a face "What the-" grabbing the bottle he looked at the label "I don't know what's going on this is supposed to be a 1928 Krug but it tastes like grape juice" he said disdainfully.

Hermione felt her blood run cold, Lucius's house elf had misunderstood her and instead of just keeping her glass filled with grape juice he'd replaced the champagne in the bottle. Well this was as good a time as any, she manoeuvred herself so she was on her knees facing both men and took a deep breath "Lucius, Severus I want you to know just how much I love you both, your both just such amazing lovers and I know we've only been seeing each other for about a year, and even if you said no I couldn't imagine my life without either of you in it, "

"Sweetheart you're rambling, are you okay?" Severus spoke softly to her, exchanging a worried glance with Lucius.

"Willyoumarryme?" she blurted out.

To say that the two wizards were shocked was an understatement, Lucius kept opening his mouth to say something before closing it again, Severus managed to pull himself together enough to ask her to repeat herself.

Now that she had said it once Hermione felt a bit more at ease, she raised herself onto one knee, took the ring box out of her pocket, popped the lid open and said "Lucius Abraxus Malfoy and Severus Tobias Snape I am here down on one knee formally asking for the two of you to marry me."

A lifetime filled with silence seemed to pass by, she looked at them, nervously chewing her bottom lip. "Well aren't you going to answer me? I'm not getting any younger you know and neither are the two of you, so maybe I should ask a younger wizard" she quipped to break the silence.

"Of course we'll marry you daft witch" Severus finally said as Lucius reached for the rings placing one on Severus's finger and the other on his own finger.

"Lets go back to the manor, where we can celebrate with some style, panache and something other than this gnats piss Krug dare to call champagne" Lucius declared apparating them straight into the master suite.

Hermione felt her stomach lurch, she clasped her hand to her mouth and prayed for that the contents in her stomach stayed down. "Lucius it's my fault the champagne tasted funny, I asked Tomkins to keep my glass filled with grape juice." she felt a little woozy and leaned against one of the wooden posts on the four poster bed.

Both men were at her side in a flash, Hermione shushed their concerns and said "Congratulations my loves, you're going to be daddies in about six and a half months.

Lucius crowed triumphantly and began kissing both Hermione and Severus repeatedly, Severus on the other hand had gone pale and was muttering under his breath "Me a father? I can't believe it, I can't do this, I'm going to be a terrible dad"

Hermione cupped his face with her hands as she peppered it with kisses as Lucius cuddled him from behind, wrapping his arms around the dark eyed man pulling so he was flush against his body, "You are going to be an amazing father Severus" he whispered, his breath against Severus's ear caused Severus to shiver "now forget all those silly unfounded fears that are running through that beautiful, intelligent mind of yours and get undressed because we are going to take our amazing fiancé and mother of our unborn child to bed and make sweet passionate love to each other all night long" he ended his little speech by nibbling on Severus's earlobe.

Many hours later Hermione was already fast asleep snuggled in between the two wizards, Severus turned onto his side, his hand rested protectively over Hermione's stomach "Thank you Luc for what you said earlier" he said softly.

"I say nothing I don't mean Severus you know that" Lucius replied, his voice heavy with sleep "now turn that brain off and get some sleep, I've a feeling that Hermione wishes to tell Mr Potter our extraordinary good news."

Severus snorted "That should be as fun as a barrel full of Flobberworms."

"It's too late for sarcasm Severus, go to sleep" Hermione mumbled sleepily, entwining her fingers with his.

He lay there long after Hermione and Lucius were fast asleep thinking about what his future was going to hold, before falling asleep just as the suns rays were beginning to shine through a gap in the curtains.

A.N. Okay wow, now I know that I haven't updated in a gazillion years and so I just want to thank all my readers new and old alike for sticking with this story and for sending me lovely reviews, I love you all so much and hope you enjoyed this update.

*Bisto kids was an advert for gravy run back in the 80's and 90's on UK telly.

*I got Mumblemumps off HP lexicon and is a illness that leaves you bed ridden for quite a while.