George wrapped his arm around her and apparated them back to the flat before Hermione could even realize what had happened. He vaguely heard Fred apparate into the room before he walked into a room deeper in the space. He stood in the sitting room with a crying and struggling Hermione in his arms, as she tried to push him far enough away that she could get out of the embrace. But George was wont to just hold her until she calmed down, and she eventually relaxed into him, still crying.

He rubbed her back with one of his hands and whispered words of relief into her hair.

"It's okay, Hermione. It will always be okay. We're not going anywhere. Fred and I will be here until you order us away. And even then, you might have to have someone else come and get rid of us."

She pulled him tighter and burrowed her face into his chest before pulling back slightly when she realized she was most likely ruining his shirt. "It's okay. Just relax, Hermione. If you need to cry into the shirt, do it. It's just a shirt. It's replaceable. You aren't."

Fred walked up to them then and put a hand on his brother's cheek, forcing George's eyes up from Hermione to meet his. "Are you okay?"

George nodded and sighed. "Yeah. What she said… it hurts. It does, I can't lie. She's our mother. But… you're more important than that to me."

Hermione started to cry louder and both men looked down at her. "Love, what's wrong?"

"I'm being so selfish! The two of you may as well have just lost your entire families and here I am crying because she just hurt my pride!"

Fred got down on his knees so that she could more easily see into his eyes as he put his hands on her waist. "Hermione, you're not being selfish. Nearly every word that she said tonight was carefully selected to do the most damage to you, and I'd be more worried if you didn't hurt at least a little from that. Nothing she said can just be forgotten or pushed away. Even if she hadn't said the things she said to George and me, I wouldn't have been able to forgive her for the things she said about you. Are we clear?"

Hermione nodded and wiped her eyes before Fred stood and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'll talk to her someday after she's calmed down. I think that she's just afraid of us getting hurt, and that once she sees that everyone is in this for the long haul she'll calm down. C'mon, you two. I drew us all a hot bath so we can just put this out of our minds for now and just focus on ourselves."

Hermione grabbed one of each of their hands and walked to the bathroom, the two following closer than they actually had to. The bathroom at the flat was rather average, with the exception of a very deep, very large porcelain claw foot bathtub. The tub was so outrageous in size, that when Hermione sat in it she could not see over the side. The tub was about halfway full with steaming water and sandalwood smelling bubbles. The three took their time carefully undressing each other before they slipped into the tub, Fred and George at opposite ends and Hermione settled in George's lap. Looking at the boys, the reason for the tub's size became apparent. Their long legs made a longer and deeper tub a necessity, as she realized that the tub looked like the perfect size for them. "How tall are you anyway?"

Fred moved his legs in the water to twine them with George and Hermione's before slipping under the water to wet his hair. When he came up he pushed it out of his face before answering her with a smile. "About 192 cm. Why?"

She shrugged. "Well, I'm only about 161, so I was just asking. You two feel like giants compared to me."

"Besides," Fred said, "I think George is a bit taller than me anyway. When we're actually standing straight and fairly close together, it makes it easier for people to tell us apart."

Hermione shook her head slightly as she leaned into George's chest. She was happy for the completely menial change in conversation: she didn't have to think about the things Mrs. Weasley had said about her. "I still don't know how people mix you two up. At this point, I don't even notice that you're twins anymore. You are two different people; you act like two different people, and just because you happen to share most traits doesn't mean it's hard to tell you apart."

"Such as?" George prompted with a low whisper.

"Well for one, you two smell different. That's one way I can tell you apart without looking. And another is that if you came up behind me and hugged me while I had a head cold, I could tell you apart by the way you hold me. Fred, you wrap your arms around me in a way that feels like you want to hold me tighter but you're not sure if you can, so your hugs get steadily tighter when you see that I'm alright. George, you hold me close. Not necessarily tightly, but you hug with your whole body. You'll align our pelvises, lean in slightly, and rest your head on the top of mine.

When you're describing your days, Fred will get very excited very quickly and talk in a rush of words, eager to get out every detail since I last saw him. George likes to only say the important parts, and then ask how I was. And I'm sure you two already know the differences between yourselves in bed."

The each shook their heads with twin devilish smiles.

"Oh no, you don't. You were just getting to the good part. On with it!" chucked Fred.

Hermione smiled at him before continuing as George lightly drew his fingers from her shoulder, down into the water to the tips of her fingers, and back up. "You almost switch personalities when you're getting intimate. George suddenly becomes this assertive, passionate person –not to say that you aren't usually, but I assume you know what kind of passion I refer to now- and Fred is suddenly the most attentive person in the world, making sure that every care of my own is tended to before he gets his. Now, do you finally believe that you aren't truly the same?"

Fred smiled and leaned forward, pulling Hermione slightly off George's lap and into a kiss before doing the same to George. "I don't know. I think it may take a bit more convincing."

A few weeks later, Hermione woke up and went into the kitchen to see a frowning George. She stood up on tiptoe to kiss him and wrap an arm around his waist. "What's wrong?"

He kissed her forehead and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders. "Fred had to go to a conference. He never tells me before hand. Found a letter on the table this morning. I don't go with him anymore: I haven't since the war. I know that's where he actually is, because we always get a huge influx of interest after he gets back. Looks like it's just us for a week."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at her man. "Why aren't you with him? Not that I'm complaining."

George tucked the hair on his left side swiftly behind his ear, displaying the scarred flesh there. Hermione grabbed his hand on squeezed lightly, as he shot her a relieved smile. "You do realize that no one thinks less of you because of that, right?"

George shrugged, taking a sip of his tea. "I suppose. It's just a sore spot. Like you with your teeth."

Hermione's hand shot up to cover her mouth before she remembered that that had been fixed years ago. "See what I mean? No one else cared, but you were self conscious about them."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and was rewarded by him setting down his cup of tea and doing the same. "Why doesn't he tell us before he leaves? I would've liked to have kissed him goodbye."

George smiled, kissing the top of her head. "Because if I knew where he was, I would be owling a couple times a day or placing floo calls to check in on him or ask his advice. I think I'll be okay with you here though. I'll feel less alone."

Hermione squeezed her arms together and pulled him into her. "Well, I'm sure I can think of something the two of us could do together."

George grinned at her and slowly backed her up until her back pressed against the kitchen table. Putting both his large hands on her ass, he lifted her up onto the table, kissing her until she couldn't breathe, and pressing his body into hers. They kissed for a few minutes, and she could feel him starting to grow against her stomach.

She pulled off her tee shirt, and George grinned at the sight of her going braless. He grinned at her and she smirked back, slipping her hands under the back of his shirt to feel his skin. He leaned into her, and pressed his face into her neck to place kisses on her pulse point. The hard line of his cock was pressing hard into her stomach as he ground himself into her, and Hermione pushed him away slightly to remove her shorts before pulling him closer. He placed his lips back on hers, and she could feel him smiling against her mouth.

His hands slid down to the tie on his pajama bottoms and he undid it, his cock slipping free off the cotton. He slid one hand down to grasp himself at the base, guiding himself through her wetness. He smiled as he coated the underside of himself and her hips bucked off of the table. He gently pushed her down so that her back was resting on the table, and he pushed into her smoothly.

She let out a keening sound and George let his hips still and his hands slide up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and simultaneously pulled out before pushing forward again. He was long and thick, marvelously thick, and Hermione felt that if he got any harder her eyes would roll back into her head far enough that she could see her own brain.

George was letting out hot little grunts with every thrust, and she moaned loudly every time he entered her. He knew the difference between a woman faking and one really enjoying herself. And if he was any expert, he definitely was making her enjoy herself. The only sounds in the room were the wet sounds of him entering her, her moans of approval and arousal, his grunts and groans, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the sound of the kitchen table scooting slightly across the floor with the particularly hard thrusts.

Hermione felt the rope of pleasure begin to coil tightly in her, and George seemed to realize it at about the same time. He let one hand fall down from her thigh to press a thumb against her clit, pressing and circling. All of Hermione's muscles tensed and she shot up on the table, bringing her body flush against George's. He wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, still inside of her. She began to ride him earnestly, feeling the rope begin to wind again. He let his hips snap up quickly, and they were both flushed and sweating from the exertion.

He flipped his long fiery hair out of his face, the sweat sticking the damp strands together and making the ends curl up slightly. Hermione twined one hand into the damp mess and used the leverage to pull his face closer to hers and into a kiss that was soon broken by their moans and gasps for breath.

"Fuck… your cunt is so fucking tight…" George moaned against her throat. She felt a wave of arousal and George knew he would do whatever it took to make her cum again. "If I could, I would stay bullocks deep in you all day. I'd stay right here and feel your warm tightness around me. I bet you wish Fred were here too, don't you? Feel his cock in your ass… your mouth… my ass… You'd love the thought of having to share or be shared, wouldn't you? Two long… thick… cocks here, just for you?"

Hermione moaned loudly at his panted words and felt herself getting closer to the point of no return. George brought a hand up to her breasts and pinched hard, and she exploded around him causing his release. They moaned together, before collapsing into the chair.

"Hermione, love, I don't think I'm going to do anything but sit right here today."

In Scotland, Fred Weasley was lying on a bed in an inn, the sound of a fight in the room to his left and the sound of sex in the room to his right. The fighting couple was screaming about whether or not the male had been with another woman the previous night. As hard as Fred tried not to listen, it was not amusing that he couldn't help it.

"You came back smelling like Chanel No. 5 and you have Russian Red on your neck! I wear Chanel No. 19 and my complexion is such that I wear nude lipsticks! I can't believe you thought you could get away with this! And on our 5th anniversary?"

"No, no, no, honey, that's not what happened! I was out with the guys and we decided to go to a Gentlemen's Club and one of the mates, I think it was Mark, paid her to give me a lap dance, and when I didn't react she tried to kiss my neck and get closer. I swear! But I told her, I have a wife and she's the most beautiful one I've got."

"Most beautiful one? And pray tell, David, how many others are there, eh? And what kind of stripper wears Chanel?"

"The good kind?"

Fred sat up and dragged a hand down over his face to wipe the rest of the sleep off of it, and haphazardly raked his hair back out of his eyes. He needed something to do until the conference at two.

He stood and walked into the small bathroom, taking a piss and brushing his teeth before combing out his hair. He walked back into the other room and put on a pair of black trousers and a long sleeved shirt before shrugging on his black pea coat and wrapping a scarf around his neck. Winter in Scotland was not something to mess around with, as he remembered from his years at Hogwarts. Considering it was only November, it was outrageously cold, and he planned on stopping to get a hot chocolate.

He walked out of the room after checking that his wand was on him, and headed outside. He bought a hot chocolate from a vender not far from the inn and walked down the street. He wasn't far from Hogsmeade, where he would be meeting the current owner of Zonko's, but instead had chosen to stay in Muggle Dufftown for practice dealing with Muggles. He and George had discussed creating a line of products that could be marketed towards Muggles and he wanted practice functioning in their society and Dufftown was small enough that he would be able to not deal with too much at once.

Hot chocolate in hand, Fred walked down the streets, his long legs taking large but slow in pace strides. He may not have enjoyed the cold much, but he did like the sight of snow on the ground. He caught his reflection in a store window and for a brief moment thought it was George walking beside him. He turned to ask George if he wanted to go have a snowball fight before remembering that his brother was back in London with Hermione.

Looking past his reflection, he realized that he was standing in front of a jeweler's store. He entered, and walked over to the glass display case. He was unsure of what exactly he was looking for, but Christmas wasn't far away and he figured that this would be the year that he actually got his shopping done before Christmas Eve. A short woman with curly chestnut hair walked out from the back at the sound of the door and she smiled at him.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you with something?"

Fred didn't say anything for a moment, looking at the woman who looked so remarkably like Hermione. There were differences, and they were obvious, but the similarities were there. It would be like looking at Carey Mulligan and Michelle Williams.

The woman was a little caught off guard by his gaze and cleared her throat. He started and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. You just look a lot like someone."

"Oh," the girl said. "Is that who you're shopping for today?"

Fred shrugged. "Yes and no. Do you have… bracelets? Well, of course you do. But do you have bracelets that have a male and a female counterpart?"

The woman looked at him for a moment before saying, "Couple's jewelry, you mean? Matching bracelets for a male and female?"

Fred nodded and she led him over to a display case. "These are what we have. Gold is classic, of course. It's beautiful, and we have rose, yellow and white gold. We carry 9k, 14k, and 18k."

She pulled the tray of gold bracelets out of the case and set them on top of the counter. "White gold usually tends to be a little bit more expensive. If you select a gold bracelet set, you need to keep in mind the everyday performance, color differences, and price differences between the carat options.

"And here," she pulled out a second tray, "we have titanium. It is the hardest natural metal. It is three times as strong as steel, but it very lightweight. It is completely hypo-allergenic and does not bend, dent or scratch like gold, silver and platinum are wont to do. Titanium makes for good bracelets because it is affordable, light, and durable. It has appeal because its color often matches that of a watch."

Fred lightly ran a fingertip over the chaining on one of the bracelets. They were all beautiful, and cost wasn't really a problem, but he was curious as to what else she had. He didn't want to make a decision without knowing what else there could be.

"These, are platinum. We don't have as many of these due to their price. Unlike gold it is usually about 95% pure. However, it is very dense and heavy, and might take some getting used to. It is also quite expensive. Anything in this case would be about twice as much as its quality counterpoint in the gold case."

If there was one thing Fred did know about George and Hermione, it was that they would not want to be bothered with very heavy jewelry. He wanted something that would not be a nuisance to them, and more or less ignored the platinum case.

The woman pulled out one last case, and set it beside the others. "This is our selection for silver. All of our sterling is less expensive than gold, platinum and titanium, and can fit nicely into almost any price range. It is quite a bit softer than the other metals though, and could get scratched. It is best that a silver bracelet not be worn for extended periods of time everyday. It can also oxidize and turn black, but it can be made to look new at a jeweler's or with jewelry cleaner."

Fred looked over the bracelets again, before his eyes went back to two he had been looking at earlier. They were titanium ID bracelets. Neither was gaudy or flashy, but they were both sophisticated. He pointed at the two. "Could you get those two out?"

The woman nodded, and pulled the bracelets out. Fred removed his coat and laid it on the counter next to him before taking the male bracelet and fastening it onto his wrist. It was the right size to move around slightly when he did, without being at risk of falling off or pinching his skin.

The woman looked at him before asking. "Is the bracelet for you and your…" she quickly glanced at his ring finger. "Girlfriend?"

Fred shook his head before unfastening the bracelet and laying it flat on the counter. "No, not for me. My brother. May I see your wrist?"

The saleswoman's wrist looked to be about the same size as Hermione's, and when she offered it to him, he softly closed his hand around it. "Could you put on the other bracelet? Your wrist is about the same size as the intended recipient's."

She nodded, relieved. After putting the bracelet on, Fred looked at her with a smile. Great. Does that fit okay?"

The girl nodded, and took it off. Fred fingered the two bracelets before looking at her. "I can get these engraved, can't I?"

She nodded and took out two bags and a few sheets of paper. "I just need you to help me fill these out. Each one is a standard form in case there is anything wrong with them. Warranty, insurance. Name?"

"Fred Weasley."

"How do you spell 'Weasley'?"

After they had finished most of the form, she looked up. "Do you know what you want to have engraved?"

Fred thought for a moment before nodding. Christmas couldn't come fast enough.

Four days later found George and Hermione lying on the couch in the flat. She was lying on her stomach on top of his chest, her legs bent back at the knee and ankles crossed in the air.

They had a platter of light food: cheeses, grapes, orange sections, and summer sausage. Hermione was feeding George the food, and every time she put her fingers in his mouth, he would softly suck on them before she drew them away.

There was something incredibly sensual about feeding someone with your hands, and George took his turn feeding Hermione. After they had both had their fill of food, she scooted up his chest slightly to lightly kiss him. He smiled into her mouth, and she drew back, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. He brought his hands down, one resting on her lower back, the other on her upper back. He gently rubbed her back and she sighed into his shirt.

"I miss Fred."

She felt him nod and kiss the top of her head before he spoke. She loved the feeling of the vibrations of someone's voice when her head was on their chest. Fred and George had the most soothing baritone voices and the sound of his reply went through her.

"I do too. He should be back soon. As much as I wish he didn't have to go, it is part of our job. The best we can do is just wait for him to get back. Think about it this way: we had each other this past week, and he didn't have anyone. I think he'll be as excited to see us as you are to see him."

Suddenly there was the telltale crack of apparition in the foyer and Hermione made to climb off of George's chest before he pulled her back down. "Just relax. He'll come."

A few moments later, Fred did walk into the room. Hermione jumped up off the couch and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up off the ground for a kiss, and she giggled.

"You're back!"

He chuckled and set her back down on her feet. "It would appear so."

George hadn't moved from his spot on the couch, and Fred crossed the room to lean over his brother. They said a few quiet words to each other before they met in the middle for a kiss.

"I come bearing treats." Fred said, sitting on the couch next to George. Hermione sat on Fred's other side, and he wrapped and arm around her as she burrowed into his side. He pulled two bags out of his robes and handed them to the others. George already knew what was in his, and smiled at Fred, setting it on the table before claiming another kiss.

Hermione gasped from beside them. "Soor plooms! I haven't had these in ages! What'd George get?"

George broke the kiss and smiled. "Lucky tatties. He brings them back every time he goes to Scotland. I love the things."

Fred smiled and wrapped his arms around the two of the. "And I love you two."

A/N I'm sorry it took so long! As my penance I made it longer than usual. I was on vacation with a friend I haven't seen in a year and my writing time was confined to when she is in the shower. I have a Dramione that I'm about to start. It' s a Veela fic, so if you like Dramione then put me on author alert so you can know when I get that up.

I've had some complaints about Mrs. Weasley's behavior, and while I won't give too much away, I will say this: Imagine how you would feel if you were in her position. Does she really feel the way she claims to? Is she just shocked? You'll see.

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