A/N: Okay, we're going to move through the rest of OotP rather quickly. Hopefully it won't end up too disjointed or choppy.
"Okay, so concentrate on pushing your magic through the bond," Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"Look I already apologized," Fred snapped. George sent waves of calm at both of them and they both snarled at him.
"Fine," he said with a shrug. "I'm taking a break."
Fred took a deep sigh and shook himself all over. This was almost worse than Quidditch practice for working a bloke over. He'd already taken off his shirt because he'd sweated through it. Hermione was wearing a sports bra and indecently short shorts that made it difficult for him to concentrate. He took several deep breaths and centered himself. His magic was humming over his skin, through his veins. He grabbed some of it, just a bit this time, and tried to feed it into the bond. Shoving was bad. When he shoved, Hermione got thrown ten feet across the room and he got hexed. Hermione's face was excited and animated.
"Yes! Baby, that's it! Okay, George, now you," she called to George who'd wandered across the room. Fred was flush with success, and he watched Hermione pull George's magic through the bond. Her hair stood out from her head, and floated in a nimbus around her shining face.
"Okay, spitfire," George told her in a low, soothing voice. Hermione held out her hands in front of her, palms facing one another and glowing ball of fire spun there.
"Wicked."
"I know, right?" Hermione grinned at them. She lifted her hands and flung the fireball across the room at the mannequins. The magical explosion destroyed all five of them. They looked at one another and smiled.
"Um, spitfire?" Fred said cautiously, trying not to frighten her.
"Yes?" Hermione smiled at him, thrilled with their success.
"You need to come down, love," George said softly, holding out a hand. Hermione looked down and realized she was levitating. Again. She sighed and took George's hand. He tugged her into his arms, and hugged her tightly before releasing her.
"Bloody Hell," she muttered under her breath. Fred and George gasped in horror and put the backs of their hands across their foreheads.
"Such language!"
"And from a prefect!"
"You're supposed to be-"
"-a role model for younger students."
"Right," she drawled. "And you two are such sterling examples of wizarding manhood."
"'Course we are, love," George said cheerfully.
"It's why you love us," Fred said smugly. Hermione quirked a brow at them both.
"Yes, that must be it," she said. Then she shrieked when they started to chase her around the room.
F/H/G/F/H/G
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food. Harry flinched and Ginny made a moue of distaste.
"Moping up by that swamp, I expect," Ginny said tartly.
"Again?" Ron asked in surprise. Ginny just rolled her eyes.
"Surprisingly enough, Ron, she loves them. They're gone. She's not sure when she'll see them again because Mum may very well kill them both, so yeah, she's at the swamp, again." Ginny snapped in irritation. Ron blinked and then his face screwed up into righteous indignation.
"Now see here," he snapped at her. "There's no need to be like that."
"I'm worried about her," Harry said softly, frowning.
"I am, too," Ginny agreed quietly.
F/H/G/F/H/G
They were hiding in one of the office in the Department of Mysteries. When Hermione was flung into the bookcase, her bracelet had been broken, and she didn't even notice that it was no longer on her wrist. Panic and anxiety were running through her, but she was intensely focused on making it out of this room alive with Neville and Harry. When the mask was ripped off the one Death Eater, she saw his eyes go to her wrist and widen. Dolohov. The Death Eater who had killed the Prewetts. He knew what she was. Terror consumed her and when he started to speak into his mask she cast a silencio on him. He couldn't tell them what she was. He couldn't. In her terror, it hadn't occurred to her that as an adult, he would be fully capable of casting nonverbal spells. As the purple light arced toward her everything seemed to stop. She gasped a small "oh", and crumpled to the floor.
Fred and George had been at number 12 Grimmauld Place sitting with Bill and their Dad, along with Sirius and Remus, because their Mum was still incredibly angry with them, and the Burrow was a bit cool. They were talking about their new shop, and drinking butterbeer, when fear and anxiety began to pulse down the bond. It felt a lot stronger than normal, too.
"Bloody hell, she's in London," George said with a frown.
"What the hell are they up to now?" Fred snapped. The other four men blinked at them.
"Boys?" Mr. Weasley asked mildly. Fred and George looked at one another, and then at their Dad.
"Er, Hermione's here, somewhere."
"And I would guess that she's with Harry."
"And she's scared."
"Contact Dumbledore," Sirius snapped, and Remus shot off a Patronus message. A messenger came back quickly. Tonks and Shacklebolt would meet them at the Ministry, that's where Hermione was.
"We're coming, too," Fred and George said firmly. Just then, a wave of abject terror hit them, and then intense pain. Their knees buckled, but they held on to each other.
"Let's hurry," Mr. Weasley said. Fred and George staggered after the other men.
They raced through the Ministry, following Tonks and Shacklebolt, until they burst into a room where Ginny, Ron, Harry, Luna, Neville were vastly outnumbered by death eaters. A crumpled form on the ground near Harry and Neville drew Fred and George, until their Dad grabbed them and shook his head.
"Don't draw attention to her," Mr. Weasley said fiercely. Fred and George paled and nodded.
When Dumbledore arrived the fighting was almost over, but Bellatrix LeStrange didn't seem to understand that play time was over. She wouldn't leave Sirius alone, and he was far too close to a strange archway that made Fred and George very nervous. They turned their attention to Bellatrix and started tandem hexing her. She whirled in a rage, ignoring Sirius, who realized how close he was to the strange archway and moved off the dais and toward Dumbledore and Harry. Bellatrix gave a shriek of rage and disapparated.
Fred and George turned as one toward the tiny pathetic figure on the ground. They gathered her up in their arms.
"She has a pulse," Neville croaked at them. "She's alibe, I doe it."
"Thanks, Neville," George muttered. They could feel that she was alive.
"What happened?" Fred asked brokenly.
"I'b dot sure, it was purple light," Neville said uncertainly. Fred and George looked at one another, mutual worry and fear shining in their eyes.
Everyone was taken to Hogwarts and Fred and George absolutely refused to be moved from Hermione's side. They glared everyone down, and Madame Pomfrey didn't even try to get them to leave. Remus, Sirius and Harry sat back a bit from the rest of the Weasley family who were gathered around Ron and Ginny. Madame Pomfrey forced several potions down Hermione's throat and when she woke with a gasp she looked straight at Fred and George. They moved to surround her bed, brushing her hair back and pressing feather light kisses against her brow.
"Dolohov!" She croaked at them, terror coming off of her in waves. "He knows! He knows!"
"He knows what?" Remus asked curiously, moving closer to her. "Hermione, why are you so frightened? Harry's fine, we kept the prophecy away from You-know-who, what's wrong?"
Her eyes widened and he saw her try to hide her wrist. He frowned at her and snatched at her wrist before Fred or George could stop him.
"What's this?" He asked in surprise.
"Hermione, what happened to your bracelet?" Harry asked, moving closer to the bed.
"When I hit the bookshelf, it was broken, Dolohov saw, I tried to stop him from telling, he-he…" Hermione started sobbing and Fred and George held her gently, their heads bent toward hers.
"Merlin's beard," muttered Remus. He turned to look at Sirius who was standing behind Harry, his hand on his shoulders. He held up Hermione's wrist and showed it to Sirius. "Threesomes."
"Circe's tits!" Sirius swore, staring at Hermione's wrist.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley moved closer to the bed and stared at Hermione's wrist. She glared at Fred and George who sighed and removed the glamours on their wrists. Remus swallowed nervously. There hadn't been an actual, active triad in quite some time. It was a little unnerving knowing you were standing this close to one.
"Tattoos, you said," Mrs. Weasley said sharply. "Seven year-olds with tattoos, I knew there was something up, I knew it! How, why?"
"They did this when they were seven?" Sirius said in horror. "Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"Yes, Sirius, I am aware," Molly Weasley said coldly, glaring at him. Sirius blushed in embarrassment.
"Well, yes, you do. Sorry, but why would you let them-"
"Ha!" Molly laughed bitterly. "I didn't let them do anything. They're quite good at doing whatever they want and damn anyone else."
"Mum," George said in a pained voice. Molly glared at him and he flinched.
"Don't," Hermione's voice was angry. "Don't do this, Mrs. Weasley, please."
Molly's face softened when she looked at Hermione and it looked as though she were trying not to cry.
"You didn't even have a choice," she whispered, straightening Hermione's bedclothes. Hermione smiled slightly.
"I'm sure that I did," Hermione said firmly. "Fred and George have never done anything underhanded with me. They've never even pranked me. Did you know that?"
Madame Pomfrey bustled out and shooed everyone, except Fred and George, away from Hermione. They sat by her, refusing to leave her. When her parents arrived, they introduced themselves as close friends. Her parents had heard her mention both boys, so they didn't think anything of it. Her mother fussed about her wrist though.
"What happened to her bracelet?" Dr. Granger said worriedly.
"She was attacked, and it broke," Fred said dully. Dr. Granger insisted on wrapping it up under a bandage. Fred and George frowned slightly, but soon the Grangers were gone, and they didn't have to worry about them upsetting Hermione anymore.
Sirius and Remus came and sat with them sometimes. Harry would join them, when he could. Their Mum and Dad as well. Mum eventually came around, and they suspected that Dad was largely responsible. They knew Mum had already perceived them as a triad, it was just a shock to learn that they were already official.
"You have to complete the bond as soon as possible, you know that, right?" Sirius asked them quietly one day when their mother wasn't around. They smiled smugly at him.
"Already did."
"You did?" Sirius was surprised, and frowned slightly.
"Remember the earthquake?"
"That was you? I should have guessed!" Sirius muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, only, can we not say anything to Mum, unless we have to? And if you do, can we be elsewhere?"
"Maybe Romania?"
"I'll do my best," Sirius promised with a sly smile.
Eventually, Fred and George had to leave, but they reassured Hermione several times over that they would visit her often, since she was still confined to the Hospital ward. They'd like to see anybody stop them from visiting their spitfire, they told her. They also gave her a new bracelet.
"Your mum seems awfully keen on this being covered up," George told her gently.
"And we sort of like the idea of you wearing our bracelet," Fred added.
"'Course, the fact that it's loaded with protection charms doesn't hurt either," George told her with a grin. She rolled her eyes and grinned.
"Thank you," she said softly. They kissed her. "I love it, it's very pretty."
"You just get better," They told her firmly.
"I will. Madame Pomfrey's very positive." Hermione told them.
A/N: Augh! I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I love Sirius too much to kill him. This does not make me a big softie, and there will be pain and sadness aplenty. I just couldn't kill Sirius. I figured, it might even be logical, work with the plot given that there are more good guys this time, and they had more advanced warning. I would be happy to let him be boinked to death. I think Harry might even be okay with that. Can you imagine? Death by Succubus, or some such.