Hey, everyone! This is the first chapter of 'Accidents Happen', a Fred/Hermione/George story. I hope you all enjoy! Special thanks to ravenclawlove for being an awesome beta!

Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own anything to do with Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger was currently staring down at a small plastic stick. This stick could change her life, or it might not. All she had to do was walk into her bathroom, pee on said stick, and wait for it to change color. Easy, right? She sighed heavily. Such a muggle thing to do. She took a deep, calming breath, turned around, and walked into the small downstairs bathroom of the house she lived in with her best friend: Ginny Weasley.

Hermione looked nothing like she did when she had went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had gained a little weight since the war, now she had curves in all the right places. She had found a spell in an old book that pure-bloods used to use, and her hair fell in perfect, beautiful ringlets to her mid-back. She really was gorgeous; she'd even been voted Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelorette that year.

She was twenty-one now. It had been three years since her, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley had gone off in search of Horcruxes. She currently worked at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, but she had a position as Charms mistress available for her at Hogwarts for the start of next term. Filius Flitwick had finally decided to retire.

One day, when she was working, she had seen a familiar mass of red hair in the book shop and went to investigate. She found Fred and George Weasley searching through the new texts. When she inquired what they were looking for, they had turned identical grins on her and before she knew it, had charmed their way into a dinner date with her. They were complete gentlemen about the whole thing too, quite an impossible feat, if anyone knew the twins.

The relationship between the three of them had progressed very rapidly. Before she knew it, she was spending nine nights out of ten at the twins' flat above their shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She had gone on to work at Hogwarts, however, and then was staying there more often than not; missing the twins all of the time.

It had started just over a year ago, though. Now, she was sitting in her bathroom, alone, on the verge of tears as she stared at the horrible little pink plus sign on the plastic stick that glared menacingly at her from the counter. She was having trouble thinking clearly, and just kept remembering flashes of her relationship with the twins. They had become intimate rather quickly, but none of them ever regretted that. She truly loved them both, but she was in no way ready to be a mother.

"Hermione?" The front door slammed open, then shut again, as the new arrival called out looking for her. She quickly stood, dried her eyes, pasted a fake smile on her face, and open the bathroom door. Her best girlfriend in the world was standing there looking at her excitedly. Her face quickly fell, however, as she realized that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?"

Hermione was actually just about to break down and tell her everything, when the front door was thrown open again. Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, was standing in the entrance hall of the house grinning like a madman. "Hermione!" He ran over to her and hugged her tightly, his smile never faltering. It wasn't until he pulled back and noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks that he immediately looked concerned. "What happened?"

Now she had two of her best friends in the world, she knew that she had to tell them. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves down at least a little bit, before bolting for the stairs. She ran clear up to her room, slammed the door shut behind her, quickly threw up her strongest wards and silencing spells, and started sobbing.

Downstairs, Ginny and Harry looked at each other completely bewildered at what had just happened. Deciding to give her some time to calm down, the two walked into the kitchen for some tea. Ginny prepared the tea in uncharacteristic silence. She placed sugar on the table, pulled cream from the fridge, poured the hot water into a teapot, and sat down at the kitchen table. Harry put two cups and saucers on the table, along with the container of tea leaves, before sitting down opposite of her.

"I wonder what that was all about." Harry looked right at Ginny for a few minutes before fixing his tea. She shrugged her shoulders, and followed suit.

"Maybe my brothers broke up with her. They've been dating exclusively for awhile now." Ginny's facial expression darkened the longer she thought about that. What right did they have to hurt her best friend? Hermione was so head over heels for the both of them. She was one of the only people that could tell them apart.

"I'm not so sure, Gin. Wouldn't she have told us?" Harry looked skeptical.

"I don't know, Harry. It would have hurt her pretty bad if they have broken up with her." By the time she finished her tea, she knew she was going to go talk to the twins. She would either find out that they had broken up with her, or have to kick someone's butt. If they did break-up with Hermione, she would greatly enjoy kicking their arses.

Harry said he'd stay while Ginny ran her 'errand', just in case Hermione came down. Ginny just nodded as she breezed past him and into the living room where the only fireplace in the large house was. She threw in some floo powder, shouted out the shop, and disappeared in a flash of green.

"Gin-Gin!" George noticed her arrival first, coming over to scoop his favorite little sister into his arms, and swing her around with a huge smile on his face. When he set her down, he noticed that she wasn't smiling, and if anything looked like she'd rather hex him then hug him.

"Ginny!" Fred had heard George's exclamation and come over as soon as he could get away from the customer that had him cornered. He noticed Ginny's look, and the smile that he always had at the ready, quickly fell.

"What's happened?" George asked quickly.

"Was it Hermione?" Fred seamlessly added. They both knew that Ginny knew all about their relationship with the bookworm. She had actually been the first to find out; no one had told Mrs. Weasley yet, though. Ginny was looking back and forth between the two of them, her expression turning to one of confusion before she finally sighed in defeat.

"Well, I thought you two—" Ginny looked around the shop really quickly, noticing that Verity was just finishing up with a customer, and no one else seemed to be around. "Could you two come on over? We'll talk there." The tone in her voice must have struck something in them because Fred rushed over to tell Verity to clean up and take the rest of the day off, while George locked up and warded the door.

Ginny lead the way out of the living room where they landed, and into the kitchen where the tea things were sitting out. Harry looked like he hadn't moved in the past ten minutes and was staring intently into his empty teacup.

"Has she come down yet, Harry?" Ginny sat in the seat she had recently vacated.

"No."

"What happened?" Fred and George were both getting frustrated, but it was Fred who finally spoke up.

"Well, Harry and I got home around lunch, and we were going to see if Hermione wanted to come out with us. She had mentioned wanting to go shopping this afternoon, so I thought we could go right after. Anyways, I walked in first and immediately saw that she was upset. I thought she was going to tell me what was wrong, but then Harry walked in. He hugged her, and she started crying. Then she ran upstairs, locked and warded her door, and we decided to give her a little space." Ginny was very worried about her friend, and didn't know what to do.

"Gin blamed you guys," Harry 'helpfully' added. Fred and George exchanged looks before sitting at the kitchen table with the couple.

"What's the plan?" Fred asked while George nodded. They would do anything for their girl.

A/N: Well, that was chapter one! Let me know what you think, and I'll put the next chapter up soon!

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