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Finding The One...Or Two	By : sparkalla Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 1

Authors Note: In this story Voldermort was dealt with a few weeks before the end of 6^th year. I know it’s a bit of a cop out to not deal with such a big part of the story but for this storyline the exact details are not important.

Hermione woke up with a gasp, feeling around for her wand she finally found it mixed with her sheets. Muttering a quiet “Lumos” her room was lit with a small ball of light. Looking around the room she made sure that everything was as it should be. Once satisfied that she was alone, she fell back against her pillows.

“Damn dreams” she cursed.

It was THAT dream, one of the ones she had been having for months. Oh sure, the details changed, the setting and the exact plot, but her co-stars were always the same. Don’t ask how she knew they were the same men in dream after dream for she never saw their faces, or if she did she could not recall them upon waking, but instinctually she knew they were. Sometimes the dreams were sensual, about the three of them lying in a bed, her cuddled between two hard bodies while they kissed and caressed her, whispering words of love and devotion. More often than not though, the dreams were of the ordinary. Making dinner, working in the yard or sunbathing by a pool, the plots were both random and varied. The only constant in the dream were her two lovers and the feeling of safety and contentment that surrounded her. Both of these types of dreams had a calming effect on her. She would wake feeling refreshed and well rested. However, on occasion she had a dream that left her frustrated, waking her in the early hours of the morning with little hope of returning to sleep. These were the dreams that were of a decidedly sexual nature. Dreams that involved her doing things and having things done to her that made her blush during the light of day, dreams that left her aching for the hands, mouths and bodies of the men she couldn’t see. That was the dream she awoke from on the morning of Sept 3^rd.

Looking over at the clock, Hermione noticed it was nearly six am. Moving quietly as to not wake Ginny, she left for the loo. A long shower would be able to erase at least some of the ache she still felt. As she massaged the shampoo into her hair, she began going over her day in her head. This quickly erased any residual feelings left from the dream. Today she was leaving for her 7^th year at Hogwarts. Rushing now, she quickly finished her shower. She crept back into Ginny’s, room. As the newest Head Girl (no surprise there) she was required to arrive at Platform 9 ¾ already dressed in her uniform so other students would know who to come to for direction if needed.

She looked in the mirror as she dressed and had to admit that she had changed from her 1^st year. It was nothing giant, just the small, gradual changes that are bound to occur to a growing girl. There had been no drastic change, no miraculous re-emergence of a completely different person. It did not happen overnight or even over the course of a single summer. The truth simply was that she had always been a very cute little girl who, though the normal process of growing up, had became a gorgeous woman. Sure there were some slight changes that had occurred over the summer but they were barely noticeable to even her. Her breasts were slightly fuller and her hips slightly curvier then the year before but the most noticeable change was the natural tan she had acquired during the month she spent in the Mediterranean and the last few weeks spent at the Burrow. Her hair had been lighten by the sun as it usually was in the summer, becoming more of a warm honey color which would slowly darken to a chocolaty brown as the days got shorter and she spent less time outdoors. But in many ways she was still the frizzy haired, buck-toothed bookworm from 1^st year. Her uniform was perfect as always, the skirt falling a few inches above her knees. Her shirt was unwrinkled with the traditional grey vest over it. She left her robes open as was the style and pinned her Head Girl badge in the exact right spot. Thankfully she had found a shampoo and conditioner that calmed some of the frizz in her hair away. Not that she cared how it looked but it did make it easier to wrestle her tresses into a bun in the morning. After all, those minutes could be better spent reading or with Harry and Ron. The only makeup she bothered with was a bit of lip gloss and that was just to protect her lips from becoming chapped from her unconscious habit of nibbling on them.

As soon as she was done dressing she began to pack the rest of her things away in a bag. She had finished packing up her trunk the night before, leaving only the things she needed to get ready the next morning out. Her trunk was currently in the living room along with Crookshanks basket. She added her pjs to the bag that already contained her toiletries and a few books she had left out of her trunk for the train ride. As she left the room she woke Ginny up so she could begin to get ready.

“Good morning dear”, Mrs. Weasley greeted as Hermione walked into the kitchen. No matter how early Hermione came down, Mrs. Weasley was always downstairs first, cooking breakfast for the entire brood in her housecoat.

“Good morning, I woke Ginny up on my way down” Hermione said. “She should be ready soon”

“Good, I better wake the boys, you know how long it takes them to get ready and we don’t want to rush”, Mrs. Weasley replied. “I’m glad to see you awake” Mrs. Weasley said as she passed Ginny on her way down. Ginny flopped down on the bench next to Hermione with a grunt. Disheveled and still in her pjs, Ginny began to help herself to the pancakes and scrambled eggs that were heaped on the self-warming plates that sat in front of the tired girl.

“You ready for another year?” Hermione asked.

“Grumm…” was all she received in reply as Ginny began to slowly spoon eggs into her mouth.

“I wonder who they got for DADA this year. I hope it’s somebody competent” Hermione said. Another grunt was all she got. “Just think! You will only ever have to wake up this early to catch the train one more time for the rest of your life”. A third grunt, but this one was accompanied by a slight smirk as well.

“Well hurry up you two, if you keep moving this slow we’ll be late” could be heard coming from the upper levels of the house. Soon two sleep-tousled boys appeared in the kitchen with a fully dressed Mrs. Weasley on their heels. “I swear, what will you two do next year when I’m not around to drag your lazy behinds out of bed” she fussed. “Most jobs do not look kindly on employees who are continually late for work, that is if you ever decide on a profession. All of the other had at least *some* idea of what they wanted to do by their 7^th year, even the twins with their infernal joke shop. I don’t know what to do with you two. You…”

“Mum” Ron stated, interrupting his, on occasion slightly overbearing, mother in mid tirade “I promise that by the end of the year, both Harry and I will have some idea of what we want to do in life”

“But…” Mrs. Weasley began.

“In all fairness, Mrs. Weasley” Hermione began, “they did spend all of last year, well really the past six years fighting Voldermort. Now that he has finally been defeated I think we all deserve to enjoy the last year we have left together at Hogwarts”. Ginny and the two boys looked at her with gapping mouths. Hermione…encouraging them to relax and NOT plan for the future? “Besides” she continued “they’ll have enough preparation to do for the NEWTS at the end of the year”

“You’re right; I just worry about all four of you” Mrs. Weasley fretted.

“We know Mum,” Ginny replied, finally waking up enough to form actual syllables instead of meaningless grunts. “But you don’t have to worry”

“I’m…. Oh GOOD LORD, look at the time, hurry up or we’ll be late, I can’t believe how late it’s gotten, and only Hermione’s dressed. Where is your father? I swear that man…” her mutterings trailed off as she left the room in search of her husband.

In no time at all the four teens and their animals were packed and ready to leave. It took a surprisingly short amount of time compared to years in the past but that could have been due to the fact that no one had to worry and undo any hexes that the twins were notorious for leaving out. Once everything and everybody were packed in to the car and pulling out of the driveway, Hermione looked to the boy on either side of her and grinned, they were finally on their way.
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