HEY GUYS. I've missed you :). I know I said I would post weekly, yet I haven't been here in 2 months but IT'S NOT MY FAULT. has problems, man. Gave me some issues, but im back WITH A VENGEANCE! YESHH. So now I give you some harry potter smut. THIS ISN'T A ONESHOT.

Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George with a possibility of Neville/Luna, Harry/Ginny, Ron/OC, and Draco/Everyone. Nice.

I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE FREAKS FOR SMUT, BUT THIS CHAPTER WILL ONLY HAVE BACK STORY. THERE WILL BE MAJOR GRAPHIC SMUT STARTING IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. Lemon 3

DISCLAIMER: Of course I don't own Harry Potter - Fred wouldn't have died, duh. I do own the plot line and word-order-choice. :D

Have fun, kids.

He didn't have a problem.

Pshhh.

Fred Weasley didn't love to steal things. That's ridiculous.

So yes, he did have a tendency to rummage through other peoples things but only because he was curious and it had proved useful to have incriminating information about certain people that he dealt with on a day-to-day basis. George liked to point out that stealing items were becoming a habit, but, honestly, he only took them for a day or two. Usually.

In the past few weeks though, people has begun to notice that their personal items had not been disappearing, which made those said people thankful for whatever had made Fred unable to walk. Perhaps someone had hexed him. That was a nice thought.

Of course no one had hexed Fred and not everyone was happy. Namely, Hermione Jean Granger.

But let me back up and give you a little back story.

Exactly 14 months, 3 weeks and 5 days ago Hermione moved into the flat above the Weasley twin's joke shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She kept the date on her calender - it was an important date in her life and she wanted to keep important dates of her life categorized. Knowing her, they probably had their own file cabinet. That day was her birthday and day she had stormed out of the Burrow, saying how she couldn't possibly stand to be around her bloody git of an ex-boyfriend. Ron had been dumbfounded to find out that a prefix had been added to his title but no one else had - prancing around the house telling everyone that Hermione had gone from being his girlfriend from to being his fiancée without asking said girlfriend isn't something you should do with expecting retribution. She had moved into the flat that day after the offer from Fred and George had been given to her - it was convenient and even if it wasn't, she was desperate.

The first few weeks were hard though, she had to get used to the twins walking around in little-to-no clothes (A/N dreammmyy 3) and leaving things around, not caring what happened to them or what would happen if they ever needed them again. That was the biggest problem, really: she was clean and organized and they were messy and grimy and the personalities clashed. So she began to clean - everything - not leaving a speck of dirt or dust anywhere and after Fred and George got over the initial shock of being able to see the floor, they were overjoyed with the things that Hermione constantly found. They had missed their clothes.

After that rough period she felt at home in her new habit. The flat was large and she got her own room and bathroom and after a few personal touches people started to think that she had lived there for years. She decided to start working at the Weasley's joke shop while also doing some side-volunteering for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and felt that she was in a good place, and she was happy.

Fred and George loved having her there. She was a wonderful worker for the shop - the two top selling items wouldn't be top selling without her input and she knew how to work the books better than either of the twins. She was also incredibly smart (although everyone knew that) and a great cook and they had thanked Merlin that she enjoyed baking - it was much easier to convince someone to make them cookies if that person enjoyed the task. And their favorite thing about her? She was downright, completely, unadulteratedly beautiful. It was kinda shallow but everyone wants something nice to look at (or stare at, as the case may be), right?

They only had one complaint - the guys. It was sporadic, they knew, and was expected that a young, pretty girl would have suitors but they didn't like it, no, not one bit. They were good at scarring them off usually, if not at the door to pick her up, then definatly when they dropped her off - no guy was allowed to stay over. Ever. And that was the way it was gonna stay.

What they hated, no, despised, was when she got hit on while she was working in the shop, their shop. Merlin, no one who goes in a joke shop should be anywhere near Hermione...except for them, of course. On partiular bad time was when Oliver Wood came into the shop a few weeks ago. The twin's had no doubt that he wasn't there for the merchandise - he was there for the pretty shop girl standing at the counter.

********FLASHBACK**********

Oliver, self-proclaimed stud that he was, sauntered up the counter like he owned the place, rung the bell (and she was standing right there, they never figured out why he did that), looked in Hermione's eyes and said "Hermione Granger! Didn't know you were here."

Hermione smiled, "Well here I am."

"Well there you are."

"Anything you are interested in? We got a couple of new products on display." Hermione pointed to the shelf near the front window. Oliver glanced at the shelf, turned back to her and grinned.

"Oh I'm very interested...in taking you out to dinner."

Fred and George were starting to get annoyed. They had been watching from behind one of the cases of Sleeping Lollies. Who was this bloke, coming into our shop and being a royal moron? When they saw Hermione giggle and open her mouth to reply, they knew they had to step in.

"Oi! Oliver! Haven't seen you in a while, where have you been?" Fred yelled, walking over to him.

"Well, I-" Oliver got cut off.

"Yeah, must have been 2 years! Wow, have you seen these new sweets we got in? Almost illegal how much love potion is in 'em. Ministry has got it in for us." Fred got to Oliver and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. He then pushed (though later he would deny this. "I didn't push - I removed.") Oliver away from the counter and as far away from that end of the shop as possible. George had practically run around to Hermione, and pulled her into the back room while mumbling something about needing to get the fuck away from this douche. Hermione stumbled in after him, trying as hard as she could to get out of the death grip George had on her arm.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Hermione screamed. "I JUST GOT ASKED OUT BY A STAR QUIDDITCH PLAYER!" She clawed at his arm, trying to get out of the vice he had on her.

"Hey, stop that, ow, would you please stop?" He rubbed his wrist. Fred stepped in the room with a smirk on his face. He mouthed "I got rid of him" to George who promptly grinned and gave a thumbs up to his brother. Hermione, who was way more perceptive than either of them gave her credit for, scowled at Fred.

"I can't belive you, both of you! Are you seriously trying to make me a nun?" She clenched her fists and made an attempt to get to the door, maybe salvage her date offer. She hoped he wasn't too far down the street. George held on to her and Fred stepped in front of the door, blocking her.

"Nooo way. He's a moron, we aren't letting you get anywhere near him. And you should not ever be put in a nun outfit, you'd look like a weird version of MaGonnagal." George looked up down at Hermione to see her jaw dropped. The smile disappeared from his face.

"Let me? LET ME? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHO TO DATE?" Hermione screamed. She stomped out of the room, but not before slamming her foot into Georges and elbowing Fred in the back.

***********END OF FLASHBACK*****

She hadn't spoken to them since. Not a word. And so now we return to the issue of Fred and his...problem.

Okay, so he had good intentions. He just wanted something, anything, that would help him and his brother get back in good graces with Hermione. Anything. They were dying.

They had tried everything they thought of, not one idea hasn't been tried. Dinners, flowers, and a puppy (which eventually had to be returned to the pound), along with clothes, heartfelt speeches and promises to never do it again. Nothing worked. And so Fred decided that giving her things wasn't doing it, he was just gonna have to take something. George agreed - in a twisted way, it made sense.

But at the current time, he hadn't found anything. They were losing sleep and weren't eating enough. Hermione noticed this, but after what they did, why would she care? She was innocent and would not let them pin there stupid behavior on her. No way.

This isn't a story about the realization of love. If that's what you're looking for, you should leave. No, the love was there long before Hermione stomped out of the Burrow on September 19th. And this story? Well, this story is about what happens next, what happens after.

What do you guys think? I'll post a new chap eventually. No mention of the journal yet - I know. It will be in the next chapter I PROMISE.

kaykay

I love you guys

M3

PS - THE MORE REVIEWS, THE FASTER THE NEWEST CHAPTERS WILL COME. 3 and ill love you foreverrr. I know you're lazy, but please? for me?