People often assume that Fred and George are the same; they are identical after all right down to the very last freckle, or at least they had been before the war. Identical twins marred by war; no longer identical on the outside but people still assumed they were the same internally. Long gone were the days when people would call Fred George and George Fred! No the missing ear on one twin and permanent limp on the other made it known to the world which twin was which. They could no longer fool people, everyone knew who Fred was, and who was George but even now people still viewed them as though they were the same.
Even though physically they could now tell the difference between the two brothers; most people still didn't know the fundamental differences between the two; the internal differences, the ones that made them unique halves of one whole.
Fred the older of the twins was louder and more outspoken while George was content to be quiet, contemplative. Both loved joking and pranking; Fred would often come up with outrageous pranks and George would make them happen. Fred wore glasses to read while his twin did not. George was more sensitive; he could tell when a prank was overboard and would stop his twin from causing unnecessary distress. George would be the one who spoke quietly, thoughtfully, who comforted their younger siblings if they were upset. Fred meanwhile would be the one cheering people up and making them laugh, his voice loud and vibrant. Fred liked orange; George liked purple. George preferred Potions and Arithmancy while Fred excelled in Charms and Transfiguration. Fred liked to tinker with Muggle objects like his father while George liked to draw; often he drew his idea's while his twin would just try to build them with no guide.
They were different people, very similar but different non the less. Most people didn't see this but there was one person who did, who always had, someone who both twins had grown incredibly fond of since the end of the war. That person you ask was Hermione Jean Granger, a woman who they had known since she was eleven; they'd grown up with the now twenty-three-year-old beauty and both twins had decided that she was the one for them.
Neither Fred nor George could pinpoint the moment they'd fallen for their younger brother's best friend. It could have been when she saved the older twins life during the final battle, or perhaps when she turned up to the hospital every day just to keep George company when he was sitting vigil by his twin's side. Was it when she helped Fred with his physical therapy or turned up at their store to help rebuild it. Perhaps they'd always fancied her; she was attractive, kind, intelligent, funny. She was perfect, inspiring and for years now; she'd been dating the wrong men, men who wasn't them, bringing Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and the odd Gryffindor to weekly game nights, movie nights, meals and trips to the pub.
They were sick of it, she laughed with them, flirted, even fell asleep at their flat while sat between them on movie nights yet she never took it further, admitted to the mutual attraction she held with both twins, they just left it simmering. Everyone could see it, his parents, siblings, even the oblivious Harry. Draco Malfoy had commented on the sexual tension between them on more than one occurrence, but Hermione ignored it and the twins had followed her example or at least they had until Fred the hotter headed of the two could no longer take it anymore.
"Hermione we are perfect together, why can't you see that," Fred had asked, his voice broken as he stared at the brunette who sat opposite him in the Leaky Cauldron, her date having gone to the bar to get them drinks. Hermione and their friends who had heard his words froze, the table falling to silence.
"Fred, leave it," George whispered.
"NO, why can't she see we are meant to be. That we love her," he asked his twin, his eyes still fixed on her glimmering chocolate ones.
"Please don't make me choose," she whispered, her eyes watering, Fred frowned.
"What do you mean, choose," he asked her confused, was she really that attached to tonight's date; what was the man's name; Eric, EJ, Ernie, Fred couldn't remember, he just knew the Hufflepuff wasn't for her.
"Between you and George, please don't make me choose between you, I can't, won't make that decision, come between you," she told him.
"Hermione you don't have to choose between us," his twin interrupted, Fred nodded emphatically.
"You can have both of us," he agreed, Hermione laughed, shaking her head.
"No I can't," she told them sadly, casting her eyes between both he and his twin.
"Hermione you can have us both," George reaffirmed, reaching across the table to take her hand in his.
"What, no I can't. You are twins and I can't expect you to share me, expect you to have a threesome with me, to date me, it's not right, the papers would have a field day," she told them her voice panicked.
"She's Muggleborn, you idiots," Ginny interrupted, Hermione cast a glare at his younger sister, Fred frowned at her.
"We're aware," he snapped at her.
"What Little Red is trying to say, is that Granger is used to different social conventions, in the Muggle World a triadic relationship between the three of you would be scandalous but in our own it isn't, it's in fact expected that most identical twins will end up in a triad. The only thing the papers will care about is that three war hero's have got together," Draco drawled from where he lounged, his arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders.
"What, I can date both of you," Hermione asked, wide eyed.
"Do you really think we'd make you choose between us," Fred asked.
"Your different people how were I ever to know you wanted to be in a triad of all things, you hate when people assume you're the same," she told them.
"That's one of the reason's we want to date you, you know our differences," George told her.
"Be our girlfriend Hermione, let us show you how perfect we can be together," he pleaded.
"I'd like that very much," she beamed.
"Hermione here's your wine," the voice of her date sounded, as the blonde man returned to the table, wine glass in hand.
"Oh thank you Ernie, unfortunately I've just been called into St Mungo's, one of my patients needs me; Fred and George have agreed to let me use their floo," she said, rising to her feet and hurrying towards the exit into Diagon Alley.
"But there's a floo in here," the blonde said quietly, Fred smirked, rising to follow the brunette witch, his twin on his heels, their friends laughing and high fiving as they made chase after the girl of their dreams.
"Miss Granger, you lied to a Hufflepuff," he told her once they reached Weasley's Wizards Wheezers.
"I did," she nodded.
"We've been a bad influence on you," he told her, pulling her in for a heated kiss while George opened the door.
"I've always had a rebellious streak Freddie," she said as she pulled away, turning to kiss his twin, who lifted her across the threshold of the store, Fred stepping in and closing the door behind them, following them up the stairs to the flat where they would relieve years of pent-up sexual frustration and desire with the witch of both his and his twins' dreams.
