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A couple days passed since Hermione came into her Veela genes. Being that she was still getting used to everything, Harry took it upon himself to fill in Hermione's boss on what was going on, and only her boss. Completely understanding the dangers of a Veela, the boss gave Hermione permission to take as much time as she needed and whenever she was ready to return, her job would be waiting for her.

Ever since that fateful night of Hermione's protective instincts kicking in, Fred and George have tried to corner her and ask her which one of them was her mate. Of course they were shocked to find out that one of them was destined for their little brother's best friend but if it was written in the stars, there was no backing out.

Mrs. Weasley had done everything in her power to keep the twins from Hermione until she figured out what she was going to do, but they always managed to get around their Mother somehow so it was up to Fleur and Bill.

Fleur and Bill took Hermione to Shell Cottage and put up protective wards against the twins while Molly took in Crookshanks so Hermione didn't have to worry about him. Hermione needed to get a grip on her new life before she was introduced to her mate again. They didn't want to risk another chance of Hermione trying to attack someone that was in the same room as Fred or George.

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"I'm really sorry you have to be cooped up in here." Bill spoke softly to Hermione. It had been a week since she was on lock-down at Shell Cottage and wasn't allowed any visitors. They both sat at the dining table as the early morning sun was peeking in through the small window above the sink. "Mum, Dad, Fleur, and I thought it was best we get your instincts under control before we take you back to the Burrow and figure out who your mate is."

The cup of tea that Hermione was about to sip from stopped before it reached her lips. "Can w-we do that without me getting overly protective.. or too excited?" She gulped, a blush rushing up the sides of her neck and onto her cheeks.

"Of course." Bill chuckled. He turned around in his chair and reached across the counter that was directly behind him. Picking up a vial filled with lilac covered potion, he turned back around and placed it front of Hermione. "Fleur wrote to her Mother in France and asked for the ingredients to this potion. It helps to control the urges that rise up within the Veela when he or she is around their mate."

"Brilliant." Hermione offered a smile but since she was still unsure about her new traits, her smile didn't fully reach her eyes. "When do we try it out?"

"Tonight."

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The twins were out in the Garden at the Burrow doing one of their tasks that their Mum had assigned them. Ever since they started to try and follow Hermione whenever they could, Molly assigned them household duties for whenever they showed up. Any free time they had, they spent it trying to break down their brother's protective charms at Shell Cottage but were never successful.

Currently, they were stuck in the garden pulling out gnomes and tossing them as far as they could away from the house.

"Do you reckon' they'll tell us soon which one of us is her mate?" George huffed as he twirled on the spot and tossed a grumpy gnome out of the garden. "Verity has been flirting with me lately and I've got the urge to ask her on a date.."

"Verity flirts with everyone." Fred cut him off, chuckling. "But I see where you're coming from. You wanna make sure it's not you before you take out another witch." George nodded, letting his twin know that he assumed right.

The sun was beating down on the Fred and George, sweat dripping down their foreheads, and dirt clinging to their hands and freckly faces. It seemed that the garden hadn't been de-gnomed in quite some time since they were putting in so much work into pulling out gnome after gnome.

After what seemed like forever, the twins finished their job and walked over to the Weeping Willow by the small lake behind the Burrow and rested up.

George laid beneath the tree, enjoying the shade and slight breeze that picked up after a moment. Fred leaned against the base of the tree and plucked up the grass from the ground, his forehead creased in concentration.

"Do you think that if one of us gets with Hermione, she'll change? Or will she be the same girl we always grew up with?" Fred questioned out loud. He continued to pluck up the grass and shred it in his fingers before letting it fall back to the ground.

"It's Granger." George offered, his hands beneath his head acting as a cushion and his eyes closed. "Besides being part Veela now, has she ever changed before when she was in a relationship with someone?"

"Not that I remember." Fred gave up shredding the grass and stared out into the lake beside them. "Do you think that since it's one of us, she'll either hate us or grow uncomfortable around us?"

"Once again, it's Granger we're talking about." George muttered.

"Yeah but," Fred sighed trying to put his thoughts into words. "She grew up with us and we always protected her like a sister. Don't you think she'd find it weird?"

George cracked open an eye and saw that his twin seemed unnerved. Leaning up on his elbows and carefully studying Fred, he grinned. "Why are you worried about what she's going to think?" He questioned. Fred shook his head and turned his face away from his twin. "More importantly, how come you're only worried about her reaction. What about your reaction, when and if, we find out you're her mate?"

"Nothing. F-forget about it." Fred stammered. He started to pick at the grass yet again and tried to focus on anything but his twin who was grinning knowingly next to him. Sighing, he dropped the pieces of shredded grass from his hands and faced George. "Fine, I fancy her, okay! I've fancied her for a while now. Now stop staring at me like that."

George chuckled and shook his head from side to side, still grinning at his twin. He couldn't believe that he never saw it sooner since they had the whole twin bond thing going for them. "Since when?"

"Her Fifth year."

"Really? I figured it would've been the Yule Ball. That's when everyone seems to have saw her in a different light."

"Yeah, well, the Yule Ball opened up my eyes to the beauty that hid behind the books.." Fred started, a small grin tugging at his lips as he remembered the first time he admitted to himself he had fallen for the girl of the Golden Trio. "But in her Fifth year, when we left Hogwarts with a bang, I saw Hermione cheering us on in the crowd and that's when I realized that she enjoyed our pranks. She didn't look down upon us, she actually enjoyed what we did and yeah.." He trailed off still grinning like a fool.

George whistled lowly as his twin grew quiet. "You've got it bad, Freddie."

"Shove it."

"Well, just so you know, I'm rooting for you to be the one." George patted his twin's knee. "Hermione's a beautiful witch, but I don't know. She might be fun to flirt around with every now and then, but I think she suits you better."

Fred smiled down at his brother as they both grew quiet and stared out across the lake. They sat beneath the tree until the sun started to fall behind the hills and the crickets started to sing.

The two of them were making their way back towards the Burrow when Molly met them halfway. "Oh there you two are. Hurry and clean up then meet me in the kitchen. We need to get to the bottom of this immediately." She turned to go back into the house and left the twins on their own.

Fred and George stared at the retreating form of their Mum and then glanced at one another. Shrugging their shoulders, they whipped out their wands from a small pocket that was sewn into every pair of jeans they owned and cast at "Scourgify" on each other. Almost instantaneously, the dirt vanished from their faces, hands, and clothes.

Smirking a job well done to each other, they flung their arms around each other's shoulders and headed for the kitchen door.

Upon entering the kitchen, the conversation they walked in on immediately ceased and the twin's laughter got caught in their throat. Sitting in the middle, on the opposite side of the table, was Hermione. She turned her face in their direction and offered them a weak smile, lifting her hand to gently wave at them.

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The kitchen door swung open and Hermione's sense of smell was instantly assaulted with the scent of freshly mown grass, spearmint toothpaste, and parchment paper. Her heart pounded against her ribcage and her stomach was quivering with need to be next to her mate, but the potion she had drank earlier in the day kept her from seeking him out. Since the twins were still standing side-by-side, she couldn't tell where the smell was coming from. Since they were twins, they smelled exactly the same except for one different smell. Apple cinnamon was added to the mix so she knew whoever that smell belonged to wasn't her mate. They both smiled back at her and Molly rushed to their sides.

"We've decided it's time to figure out which one of you is Hermione's mate." Molly told them. "You're each going to sit at either end of the table and well.. Hermione will take it from there, I guess."

Hermione nodded at the plan. It was a very simple plan and she was surprised they didn't do this from the start. George moved forward to the place that would be on Hermione's left and Fred walked over to the place on her twins each took a seat and they all held their breath, except for Hermione.

She breathed in deeply and followed the smell since the main source of it seemed to have moved. She closed her eyes and let her sense of smell take over. A small grin made it's way onto her face and she felt her head slightly tilt to her right.

Fred was on her right.

She instantly froze and prayed that no-one caught on to which way her head swayed. She centered herself before she opened her eyes and awkwardly smiled. "Uh. Okay. I know who it is." She fidgeted in her seat and wished that it could all be over but she knew that they wanted to know as well.

"Who is it then?" Molly beat her boys to the question. Hermione locked eyes with her and tried to plead with her not to force her to tell.

Of course she wasn't disappointed that it was Fred. She was ecstatic really but he couldn't possibly feel the same for her and if he did, it was only because she was part Veela.

She didn't know how she could always tell the difference between the twins but she did. She had grew up harboring a tiny crush on Fred and figured that one day it would go away. The older Weasley boys all grew up knowing her as their little brother's best friend and Hogwarts little Prefect. He couldn't possibly see her in any other light and she didn't want to see the disappointment flash across his face when she told him that he was bound to her for life.

"Well?" Molly brought Hermione's attention back on her. Hermione shook her head, not willing to spill who her mate was in front of them. Molly finally picked up that Hermione wasn't going to budge so she took it upon herself to force it out of the girl. "I hate to do this, but it has to be done. Girls?" She shouted over her shoulder and everyone turned to face the door that led into the kitchen from the sitting area.

In walked Fleur and Luna Lovegood.

Fleur instantly picked up on the smell and knew which twin was Hermione's mate so she walked behind George and let Luna walked on over behind Fred. If they wanted to force a rise out of Hermione, Luna would be the better candidate since Fleur was already taken.

"I hate to do this to you, Hermione, but I figured you'd be stubborn and wouldn't want to tell us so now we have to force it out of you." Hermione scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and Mrs. Weasley nodded at each girl.

Hermione turned her attention back to the twins and watched as each girl got closer to each boy. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, but she didn't give off any indication as to who her annoyance was directed at since she glanced back and forth between each girl. Both Fleur and Luna placed a hand on either twin's shoulder and slowly let their hands fall down their chests in a intimate manner.

Hermione's anger flared as she watched Luna run her hand down Fred's chest but she couldn't move. She wanted to claim her mate and get Luna out of the way, but yet again, the potion she had drank was keeping her from attacking anyone.

With the anger finally getting the best of her, Hermione glared at Luna and a growl escaped from the back of her throat. "Stop. Touching. Him."

Luna immediately stepped back from Fred, a dreamy smile plastered on her face. Molly quickly ushered both ladies out of the kitchen and then quickly rushed back to Hermione's side.

She blushed a violent red as Fred cheekily grinned at her and George laughed from his side of the table.

"Well this has been fun." He continued laughing as he stood up from the table. "But I really have to be going now. I need to go ask out a certain witch on a date now that I know Hermione won't rip her head off."

Hermione scowled at George and with a wink thrown in Fred's direction, he disappeared with POP!

I know, I know. You had all already guessed that it was Fred but I still had to write it out this way.

And now to the GOOD NEWS: I have finished writing out all the remaining chapters. All that needs to be done is last minute editing.

BAD NEWS: It's only 11 chapters.

I am horrible at trying to write a long fic. I hate dragging out chapters; it just doesn't feel right to me.

Anyway, I'll see you all in a couple of days ;)