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Hermione stared at her letter dumbfounded. She wasn’t even sure which part was most absurd. The whole law was absurd, of course, but this…
First, soulmates were apparently something the wizarding community believed in. This was the first Hermione had ever heard of it.
Second, she supposedly had four of them, all of whom she was expected to marry by the end of the month and have children with within the next few years, despite the fact that it would only continue two bloodlines, one of which was already quite well taken care of.
Third, and rather the most pressing issue in her mind, three of her four soulmates were dead.
Sirius Orion Black
Regulus Arcturus Black
Frederick Gideon Weasley
George Fabian Weasley
Those were the names on her list. What was she supposed to do with that?
George wasn’t a terrible match, if she could keep him from losing himself while mourning his twin — a task the whole family had already been rotating. Perhaps it would do him good to have someone for himself, even if it had to be her.
Shaking her head, Hermione realized that wasn’t the right way to look at this. She had always felt a pull to the twins, perhaps that had been a sign they were soulmates? Whatever the case, George would be her husband, apparently her only one. Her heart leapt at the freedom of that. Every witch had been told she would have no less than three, often within the same bloodline.
Looking around the table, it was clear the other brothers had all been matched with someone, so they weren’t available for her. As she scanned, her eyes came to George. He was watching her, a look of longing in his eyes. Could he actually be interested?
She moved quietly from her chair, no one noticing in the general commotion as Hermione made her way to George. He watched her the whole time.
“I’m not sure what yours says—“ she started.
“You were our soulmate,” George said. “Fred knew. He was so sure, but it’s too late now.”
Trying to ignore the shock of the idea Fred had known they were soulmates, Hermione put an arm around him. “It’s not too late for you and I.”
“You’re just saying that because you have to marry me. I’m only half of the soul you should have,” George said, his tone defeated.
“Or a quarter if this rubbish is true,” Hermione scoffed.
“A quarter?” George’s brows knit together and he actually looked curious. Leaning forward suddenly, he nimbly snatched the letter from her hands. His eyes widened as he stared at it. “They matched you with three dead men? Why didn’t they just match you with me and then some who matched your blood sample? Dad!”
Arthur came over to see what George needed. “What is it, son?” he asked, his hand resting on George’s shoulder in a comforting way.
“Hermione’s been matched with three d-dead men,” George managed, his voice loud enough that the whole room went silent before exploding with angry sound.
“Who did they stick her with?” Ron demanded.
Looking over the letter, Arthur’s face had gone pale. He was just trying to formulate something to say when there was a knock at the door. Before anyone could react, it began to open and they heard a voice none of them could quite believe. “I told you tossers to let me go first,” Fred said. George froze.
“We have to do this right,” replied a very posh male voice.
Another voice they hadn’t expected to hear made Harry yelp and start for the door. “Might as well go in, Reggie,” Sirius said. “They’re waiting for us now.” He was grinning as the door stood wide and Harry threw himself in his godfather’s arms.
Next to Hermione, George stood up so fast his chair fell over. “Fred,” he croaked, but he couldn’t seem to move. It didn’t matter because Fred was there a moment later, crushing George in a hug. It took his twin a moment to even respond, his arms finally clamping tight around Fred and the two just held one another and sobbed.
Hermione felt like an intruder watching them, even though she found herself longing to be right in the middle of their embrace. Standing next to them, she found herself first surrounded by Weasleys, then pushed little by little to the side. She understood, but it still hurt somehow.
Instead of Fred and George, she found herself standing near Harry, Sirius, and a young man she had never seen before. “Miss Granger?” he asked.
“Yes. You are?” she asked politely, but she had a feeling she knew. Sirius had called him Reggie. And the family resemblance was striking even though they were now many years apart in age. Somehow, her three dead husbands were amongst them.
Bowing to her and taking her hand to kiss the back of it, he introduced himself. “I am Regulus Black, your betrothed.”
“I told you not to mention that yet,” Sirius snapped at his younger brother, looking askance at Hermione like he expected her to explode.
But she didn’t feel like exploding. She felt like kissing them both, ridiculous though that was. “I got my letter,” Hermione said, mostly calmly. “I… I don’t understand how you’re here.”
“I should be here for this conversation,” Fred declared, barreling into her to claim a hug as though he had never been gone. He was so solid against her. Could they really be here?
“This conversation? About being betrothed?” Hermione repeated questioningly.
“The one about us being alive again,” Fred stated. He was smiling at her and had his arm around her still. “But it’s because of you.”
“Because of your blood,” Sirius explained. “And the soulmate ritual they did to establish the bonds.”
“They did a ritual?” Hermione asked, surprised by this new bit of information.
“They actually used some common sense,” Regulus said, nose upturned, “and checked every blood sample for soulmates before running it through their matching spells.”
“Shouldn’t they have asked us first?” Hermione wondered. She was too overwhelmed at the moment to know if she was angry or thrilled, but it seemed like a blood ritual was something they should have run by the general populace before doing.
“Probably,” Fred said. Hermione was a little concerned by the way George was just watching his twin in awed silence, but she didn’t have time to worry about it while they were figuring this out.
“But you probably shouldn’t have just given away a vial of your blood,” Regulus sniffed.
“We’re lucky she did,” Sirius argued.
Cutting into their brewing argument, Hermione asked, “So how did that bring you all back? I don’t understand.” By now, the rest of the family had gathered to hear the tale as well.
“They performed the ritual, it was pulling Sirius back through the Veil since he never actually died to begin with, but the ritual had called us all together, so Sirius grabbed onto us and pulled Reggie and I through, too,” Fred explained. He shrugged and added, “It was fairly simple.”
Regulus gave Fred a look that clearly communicated it hadn’t been simple, but Sirius had already picked up the thread of the story. “It was getting out of the Ministry that was complicated. They wanted to keep us there like…”
“Lab rats,” Fred supplied.
“Yes, like lab rats,” Sirius agreed. “And they would have had me Kissed immediately except that they can’t take the soul of someone with a soulmate, so there was time to clear my name.”
“We’ve been back almost a week. I’m surprised you couldn’t feel us,” Regulus said, sounding like he truly was disappointed.
Hermione thought back, trying to identify if she had felt anything different over the last week. She had perhaps been less frazzled, more sure of herself than usual, but how could she conclusively say that was because of soulmates she hadn’t known existed?
“Don’t be an arse, Reg,” Sirius said. “Most people don’t feel their soulmates before they know about them and complete the bonding.”
“Which is why we’re here,” Regulus pointed out, eyeing the clock for some reason.
Sirius threw him another glare before saying, “Ah, yes. The thing about us being here, being alive, is that we have to um…” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
It was Fred who finished the thought. “Merlin, we have to ‘share essence’ with you within a week of being brought back or we die again. And it has to be a full soulmate bonding, so Georgie is part of it as well.”
“I am?” George said weakly, the first words he had spoken since Fred appeared beyond his twin’s name. Fred nodded at him, taking his hand and pulling him closer to himself and Hermione.
“I don’t understand,” Hermione said. “I do, but… how long do we have?”
“Two hours,” Regulus announced nervously. There was a general gasp in the room and Hermione felt the blood draining from her face.
“We have two hours left to… to…” she couldn’t decide on the right wording, “sleep together before you will all die. You’ve been here a week and I’m only hearing of it now?” She might hyperventilate.
“Hermione,” Sirius said gently. “I’ve never forced a woman and I never will. If you don’t want this, I’ll die again.”
Her heart contracted at the very thought and she blurted out an immediate, “No!” before she could think better of it.
The four men — her four men — looked surprised but elated at that announcement. “We could go back to Grimmauld,” Sirius suggested with a grimace.
Harry shook his head. “Sorry, Sirius, but it’s still basically destroyed from the war. It’s a long story but you can’t really go there.”
“Flat’s a bit beyond salvation right now, too,” George said gruffly. He hadn’t been able to stand going back to it or to the shop, the reminders of Fred far too stark, so it was still a pillaged mess there.
“I’m still living here in Ginny’s room,” Hermione explained.
“Mum, is it okay if we do this here?” Fred asked. “If not, we could see about a room at the Inn.”
“Most definitely not,” Molly said, looking stern. “None of you are leaving this house until I’m certain you’re going to survive.”
There was an awkward pause before Hermione asked with a trembling voice, “Then which room would you like us to use?”
“Oh you poor dear,” Molly bustled over to her with a big, comforting hug. “Let’s get you set up in Bill’s old room. It has the biggest bed now for when he and Fleur are here. We’ll perhaps enlarge it a bit.” She glanced around at the four men. Hermione tried not to analyze what she might be thinking. It would only lead to her own questions and fears.
Entirely too quickly, Hermione found herself in a room alone with four men — two she knew well, one she knew but had never thought of in any capacity beyond a fit older acquaintance, and one she had only just met. And she had to, Merlin, had to have sex with all four in less than two hours now.
“H-how do we do this?” Hermione asked, trying not to let her voice shake too much as she threw herself down on the bed.
Gently, Sirius said, “I’m afraid there’s no real way to do it that won’t leave you feeling used.”
She knew he was only trying to help, but hearing Sirius of all people speaking to her like she was going to explode made her sit up and glare at him. “Maybe I want to be used!”
Blinking in surprise, the men all looked at each other. “Do you?” George asked. He was being gentle, too, but it didn’t bother her as much coming from him.
She didn’t answer directly, but pulled her chin into the air. “Fred, George, come here,” she commanded.
Fred wasted no time following her orders, sitting down on one side of her while George took the other side more carefully.
“I want to kiss each of you. And… and we can see where it goes from there.” All four men nodded their agreement as she looked between the twins. Hermione felt most drawn to Fred, but seeing the way George was fretting, and feeling the closest to him, she leaned toward him first.
George was clearly surprised she was moving toward him, but leaned to meet her almost subconsciously. When their lips came together, she was surprised to find him soft yet demanding. He still tasted slightly of alcohol from the night before, but she wasn’t surprised by that. George had been doing the best he could to cope. He wouldn’t need it anymore.
With that thought, Hermione found herself kissing him vigorously. She had always wondered what it would be like to kiss the twins. Apparently there had been a reason. As George’s hands reached up into her hair, she heard the bed shift on her other side and Fred’s hands touched her back. His touch was lighter than George’s, a little more tentative, perhaps just because she was already with George and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
She pulled her lips away, noticing as she did that George’s eyes were glazed when he looked at her. A zing of electricity went up her spine as their eyes met, but then Fred turned her into his arms. The same feeling went through her when she saw the smouldering look in his eyes.
“Always wanted this,” he whispered, “Though I never expected to have to share you with these gits.”
It was fitting that they were both laughing as their first kiss began. Fred’s lips were chapped and he was softer somehow in the way he explored her mouth, but it was no less alluring than the way George kissed. Hermione’s body was responding and she knew she was ready for more. Part of her wanted to slowly strip them down, exploring their bodies and letting them do the same for her, but there wasn’t time.
“Evanesco,” she said with a wave of her wand behind Fred’s back. As all four men gasped in surprise at their sudden nudity — and hers — Hermione calmly put her wand down on the bedside table. “No point in being shy about it,” she mumbled, not meeting any of their eyes.
Of course, that meant that her searching eyes found their bodies instead. Her eyes landed first on Sirius. He was the oldest, of course, but his body was still fit. And Merlin, the size of him! His cock was both long and wide. She had no idea how something that big would fit in her body. Looking quickly away, she found the awkward 18-year-old, Regulus, with his cheeks rosy and his pale body covered by his hands. She probably should have warned him first, all of them. She just hadn’t thought about it bothering them.
Before she could say it, her attention was recaptured by George, pushing her down on the bed and fiercely attacking her lips. Fred lay down next to them, too, his hands lightly exploring her body as George distracted her with the kiss. Sirius and Regulus hung back, watching from the side of the room as the twins — completely identical from what little time she had been given to observe them — ravaged her.
Not that she was complaining. What they were doing felt amazing. George’s hands had roamed down to her breasts as Fred’s had wandered lower. When he touched her pussy for the first time, Hermione moaned. She could feel Fred’s hard cock against her leg and George’s was pressed into her side, both long but thankfully not with the girth of Sirius.
Fred found her hole and dipped inside, bringing his fingers back against her inner walls and causing Hermione to writhe between them. She had never felt anything like it. She refused to be embarrassed by her lack of experience but she could tell that the twins weren’t fumbling about the way Ron had done when they were briefly together back at the beginning of the summer.
“Yes,” she hissed as it felt like Fred was making a ‘Come Hither’ gesture along her walls and somehow had her already on edge, even with four men staring at her.
“Aren’t you a sensitive little thing,” Sirius commented in a gravelly voice.
He moved forward, reaching a hand down to expertly work her clit. Hermione had no idea what hit her. It felt like a train made purely of pleasure slammed into her body, sending her back arching off the bed as she screamed into George’s mouth.
She was barely conscious as she heard the three closest to her negotiating who would go first. Some part of her thought she should pick, but she had already selected the twins in a general sense. Hermione was a little shocked at herself for responding so intensely to Sirius joining them. He just hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, though, and she found herself liking that.
It was Fred who settled between her thighs, George and Sirius both staying nearby as Fred slowly caught her attention with a rough kiss. As she refocused on him, she realized that Fred was so turned on that he couldn’t manage to be so gentle anymore. She liked that, too.
“Fred,” she whimpered into his mouth as he lined himself up with her dripping cunt. She couldn’t manage anything beyond his name, but it made him pause.
“Are you a virgin, Hermione?” he asked, sounding worried.
She shook her head. “No. It hurt and I didn’t like it much, but—”
“Well, we’ll fix that,” Fred assured her as he slowly began to push inside her. It was a stretch, but not bad. The orgasm had loosened her significantly and Hermione was aware that Fred and George weren't significantly larger than Ron had been.
When Fred was sheathed deeply inside her, having inched his way in, he slowly began working his way back out. She loved how careful he was being, checking in with her and watching her eyes, but Hermione wanted more. “Can you go faster?” she asked, embarrassed by how breathy her voice sounded.
“Not much faster or this will be over,” Fred admitted with a laugh.
“Good, some of us still want to be alive later, too,” Regulus snapped. Hermione wasn’t sure how things with him were going to go as he seemed very prickly, but she didn’t have time to think about it right now.
Fred’s hips pushed forward, driving in and out at a much faster pace. George’s fingers slipped between them to manipulate her clit as Fred’s pace became erratic. Hermione was amazed when the sensation of him spurting inside her began at just the right moment of George thumbing her clit and she orgasmed again. She had never come more than once in a day.
Clenching around Fred, she looked to George and declared, “You’re next.”
“But I’m not in danger,” he pointed out.
“But you’re part of this and just as essential to the bonding as we are,” Sirius said, though his voice sounded strained as he said it.
So very quickly, Fred pulled away and George took his place, though he pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood between her legs instead of laying on top of her. “This will give me more leverage to fuck you hard,” he explained.
Hermione shivered in anticipation, though looking forward to it didn’t last long. Moments later, George plunged in, not bothering to start gentle. It made sense. She was already prepared for his exact cock thanks to Fred and there was even more lubrication now that she was leaking Fred’s come.
The movements of his body reminded Hermione of a jackhammer. It was rough, and almost hurt where he was slamming into the end of her tunnel, but the pleasure overrode the pain. As George stared down at her, Sirius leaned in for his first kiss.
Where the twins had each had a distinct style, Sirius was an intense experience all his own. He dominated her mouth more aggressively than even George had. She wondered if she could orgasm from his kisses alone.
Luckily, she didn’t need to find out since there were plenty of other intense sensations wrecking her body right now. George pounded into her and Sirius kissed her for all he was worth. Again, she came, this time, to her relief, a little more gently than before. The fluttering of her muscles brought George over the edge as well, and he moved out of the way for Sirius.
Only, Sirius paused. “Regulus,” he called out solemnly. “Do you want to go next?”
“Do we all have to be in the same room for this?” his brother asked in reply.
“Yes, for the magic—”
“Fine. I’ll go next. Scourgify,” he said, cleaning her of the twins’ come.
Hermione could see Sirius about to make a comment, but she caught his arm and shook her head. Regulus had a right to not want his first time with her to be watched or tainted by other men having been there before him. Pushing the other men gently away, Hermione declared, “You lot, get off the bed and turn around.”
When Sirius and the twins were facing the wall, she stood and took Regulus’ hand, leading him over to the bed. A thought suddenly occurred to her. “You’ve done this before?”
“Yes, of course,” he snapped, blushing furiously. Dropping his voice low, he admitted, “Once.”
Speaking just as softly, she assured him, “It doesn’t have to be a production. We just have to share our essence.”
“Which means I have to be good enough to bring you,” he said, clearly worried. “We’ve never even met.”
“You’re attractive, Regulus. And I feel this pull to you. Do you feel nothing?” Hermione asked.
He swallowed hard and looked away. Waving a hand dismissively at his very erect cock he said, “Obviously I feel something.”
“A soulmate bond isn’t required for that to react. You’ve been watching sex, of course—”
“I was reacting just to your body before everything started. And, Merlin, just to your presence when we were downstairs,” Regulus admitted.
“I’m not much to look at,” Hermione noted. “I think that’s the bond at work. We’re going to be okay for this. And we’ll work through whatever comes next after we’re sure the three of you are safely staying here.”
Regulus nodded sharply, moving closer to her, though he seemed uncertain where to put his hands. She made it easier for him by throwing herself in his arms and practically climbing him to reach his lips. Regulus just as enthusiastically kissed her back, hitching up her legs so that she was wrapped around him. He might not have much experience, but he clearly had good instincts. And a nice fat cock, as well.
The two of them fell onto the bed together, their bodies finding one another almost by accident. It was awkward for a moment as Regulus failed to get his angle right the first time, but they soon worked it out and fell into a rhythm. She could tell from the heat of his kisses and the way he was grunting as he plunged into her that he wouldn’t last long. She slid her hand down, giving herself the added boost of clitoral stimulation so that when he came, she was able to fall over the edge with him.
Intellectually, she wasn’t certain they had to at the same time, but Hermione wasn’t taking any chances with the lives of her men. Merlin, she couldn’t believe she was already thinking of them that way.
As soon as he had finished, Regulus kissed her long and sweet one more time, then was off the bed and scrambling for his pants and trousers.
“Sirius?” she called. He and the twins all came back to the bed as one. Hermione laughed. “I don’t believe I said all your names.”
“We might as well be used to one another,” Sirius said with a shrug. Fred and George grinned at her. “Besides, they can be your supports.”
“Why would I need—”
She was cut off when Sirius tackled her to the bed, rolling over until she was on top of him, his long thick cock caught between them. “Because with me, kitten, you’re going to be on top so that you control how deep it is inside you.”
Hermione took a deep breath, not wanting to show how relieved she was. “How much more time do we have?” she asked.
All eyes turned to the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes, if that.
She began to kiss Sirius soundly as Fred and George crawled on either side of them on the bed. “We should still take time to get you ready,” Sirius suggested.
“I’ve taken three other cocks in the last two hours. I’m as ready as I’m going to get.”
With a growl, Sirius agreed. “Fine, have it your way.”
Hermione situated herself over him, with Fred and George each offering to brace her up so that she could ease herself onto him. She thought they were being ridiculous, but it actually did help as his huge cock began to stretch her. Thank Merlin Regulus had been just before him or the burn might have been painful. As it was, it was just a little bit more, just enough to really notice how big he was.
As she began to ride him, using the twins to keep herself properly upright, Sirius stared up at her, his hands on her breasts as they bounced with her movement. Everytime she ground down on his cock, his pubic bone stimulated her clit on its own. She wasn’t going to need anyone else touching her to come this time. It wouldn’t be as spectacular as the first two, but she was certain it would be well worth experiencing.
Indeed, when she came, when Sirius was spurting long and hard into her body and she was convulsing above him, she could barely breathe, it was so strong.
Then the magic in the room snapped to attention. She glanced at the clock, noticing they were at the two hour mark. The three previously dead men froze for a moment, their eyes wide. Regulus raced to the bed and sat, a hand reaching out to touch Hermione.
“Don’t go,” George whimpered, his hand tight in Fred’s. All of them were touching Hermione somewhere and she felt something heavy weighing them.
It felt like the magic let a deep breath out just then, releasing the tension in the room and leaving them all with a feeling of relief. They were still there, still very much alive. Hermione, laying on the bed between them, wanted to cry with joy. They were hers and, however weird it might seem to want this, she got to keep them all.