A/N the lack of response for that last chapter was just pitiful. But thank you those who did review.

George finished checking out the long line of people waiting at the register. Fred was walking through the aisles manually reshelving items in the wrong places, and although he could be using his magic instead he chose to do it to have something to occupy his hands.

George walked up next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why do you seem like you don't care at all about the fact the she didn't tell us?"

Fred shook his head and set a few Skiving Snackboxes on the shelves in their proper place. "Because I don't. She expected a freakout about it and she got one. I'm just happy that she's got Harry and Ginny in her corner after what happened with everyone else."

George ran a hand through his hair, the fiery red strands falling to the sides of his face. "I just… I just wish there was some way that she could have trusted us!"

Fred shook his head and walked to the door, tapping the locks with his wand. "She does trust us. But she's also known us for years, and she knows that we're Weasleys. We overreact at almost everything. She knew that. So even though I probably should care, I think I understand what happened. I'm over it."

Fred shrugged and checked the locks, taking off his magenta robes and hanging them on the hook next to the door. "I love Hermione. She's a very smart woman, and I know that she had to have a reason for making the choices she made today. That is why I don't care."

Fred and George headed back up to the flat, George going into his room with a frown and Fred went to the kitchen to get some water. He walked to the bathroom, opening the door. He stood leaning into the doorway with him arms crossed. He stood there and watched Hermione. She was lying under the water, facing away from him.

Hermione lay in the bath, completely submerged in the water. Instead of using a bubble head charm, she laid on the bottom of the tub looking up through water at the ceiling. She ran her hands through the water, the water rippling across her face. The water blurred her vision, and the feelings inside of her mirrored the distortion.

She felt like she would throw up, knowing that the boys were mad at her. She blinked, feeling the water move across her eyes. Running out of air, she rose up until just her lips cleared the water. She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with air. She sunk back to the bottom, fighting to keep herself submerged in the deep tub. A shadow fell across her vision and she looked up to see Fred sitting on the side of the tub. He grabbed a flannel and beckoned for her to sit up. She sat up in the water, running her hands over her hair to smooth it back and out of her eyes.

He lathered the cloth and wordlessly began to wash her back. Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Is George still mad at me?"

Fred shrugged and scrubbed at her back. "Yes and no. He's mostly mad about the fact that you didn't feel like you could just come tell us where you were going. You've made many an enemy in the course of your life, and there are people who dislike us as much as they dislike you. The Dark Lord may have fallen, but there are many groups of Purebloods who still think of us as blood traitors. There are also a vast number of people who wouldn't be as understanding of us as Ginny was."

Fred relathered the flannel, dragging it down her arm. "Right now he's in his room nursing a wounded pride that's about it. He'll come round, trust me on that. But you could have been anywhere with God knows who and no way of protecting yourself. You are a strong witch, but against multiple assailants, you would not be able to save yourself. We love you too much to let you get hurt. Especially over an article in the Profit."

He dipped the flannel in the water rung it out over her, rinsing the suds off of her skin.
She shivered and he kissed her. "This water is freezing. C'mon, let's go to bed. It's getting kind of late and you look tired."

He unfolded a towel and held it out to her. Hermione went to step out of the tub and he swept her into his arms, wrapping her in the towel. Briskly rubbing her dry, he carried her into the nearest bedroom, his, and let her down next to the bed. He pulled the blankets back and stepped back from the bed, crossing his arms to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He fingered the button of his jeans and slid them down his narrow hips.

She stared at him, her eyes glazed over slightly. He quirked an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "Looking's free, but touching is gonna cost you."

He pushed her onto the bed and kneeled on the bed, straddling her thighs. He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. He broke the kiss and kissed his way down her body before stopping near her belly button. "But I'm sure we could work out some sort of payment program."

He rested his head on her mons and turned his head to the side, inhaling deeply. "Bloody delicious."

He licked his lips and slid his face between her thighs. He tongued her clit, sucking and nipping at the hard button. He moved down a little lower, sliding his tongue into her. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that Fred liked more about sex than giving oral sex. He had never been all too picky about who he gave it to, and out of George and himself, he actually considered himself to be bisexual. The taste of anyone's arousal in his mouth had the ability to turn him on more than almost anything else.

He slid his tongue in and out of her, streaks of creamy arousal smeared on his face, the inside of her thighs, and her slit. She groaned pushing her head back into the pillows as her back arched. He grabbed her clit between his teeth and nipped at it, looking up at Hermione.

Fred's cock was pressed hard into the mattress below him. As he continued to eat her out, he ground his hips into the bed. "I'm so hard love."

Hermione pulled him up, wrapping her arms around his back. "As good as that felt, I need your cock. Please, Fred, I need it. I'm so close, baby, get me there."

Fred suddenly realized that he had never just been with Hermione without George around, and although he loved George, the two of them had had a week of quality time and he hadn't spent any real time alone with her.

He wrapped one of his long hands around his cock and guiding himself into her. She let out a load moan at the feeling of his thickness in her. He pressed his lips to hers, slamming his hips against hers. His headboard slammed against the wall as he worked his way in and out of her.

In the room next door, George was laying in bed with a pillow hugged to his chest. His bed would rock every now and then from the force of the other bed hitting the wall. He wasn't mad at Hermione anymore. Not really. And he wasn't sure why it bothered him to listen to the two of them together. They usually wouldn't just be only one person out of the three, though.

Normally George would've been getting hard from the sounds coming from the room next to his, if not feeling a little bit left out. But neither of them had talked to her in the couple of hours since the shop had closed. He could understand that what Fred was saying about how Hermione felt, and he was starting to understand where they were both coming from.

George lay on his back listening for the noises to stop. When they did, he counted to 60. Seven times. He stood from the bed, running one of his long thin hands through his hair and crossed the floor to the door. He pulled it open, walking to Fred's room. He had his hand on the door about to pull it open when he heard the voices through the door.

"-And you know that I love you more than anyone else on earth, right Fred? You are what I wake up for in the mornings. No one else."

George's hand slid from the doorknob, and he stood there for a couple of seconds. He could hear voices coming from inside the door, but the only thing he could hear at that point was a faint buzzing noise in his ears.

He turned slowly on his heel, walking back to his bedroom. He threw a few things into a bag, and strode into the living room to the floo.

"The Burrow."

.:.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to an empty bed. After checking the flat for the boys, she went downstairs and found Fred. "I'm going out to go look at books. I'll see you soon, okay?"

He kissed her forehead and handed her a few galleons from his robes. "Think you can buy me a couple of magazines?"

She nodded and pocketed the galleons. He hugged her and she strode out of the front doors, immediately heading for Flourish and Blotts. She decided that to get there, she'd cut through the alley between Eeylops and Ollivander's. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but since the fall of Voldemort, there weren't too many real threats left.

Two arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her, while two others clasped over her mouth. She heard a low voice in her ear.

"Don't you say a fucking word… Granger."

The two people pulled her into a little side alley.

She spun around and gasped. Twin smirks spread across the remarkably similar faces.

"Hello… mudblood."

"Cr- Vincent… G-Greg…ory. How are you?"

"How are we?" Crabbe asked, twirling his wand between two meaty hands, "Well, let me put it this way. Since you killed our leader, we've been forced to either polyjuice ourselves or cast a glamour anytime we want to go out. Do you have any idea how difficult that makes living?"

Goyle tapped a finger against his chin in a surprisingly educated gesture. "Well… what should we do with this little waste of air?"

Someone cleared their throat behind them. Goyle and Crabbe whirled around surprisingly fast, wands pointed at the person behind them. The tall man standing behind them cut an impressive figure. Instead of the robes that the average wizarding robes, he was wearing all black, a sweater, coat, and trousers.

"Give her to me," the man said with a sneer. "Leave the filthy little chit to me."

Crabbe and Goyle shook their heads. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Malfoy."

Draco smiled, and nodded slightly. "I understand. I'll leave you to it, then."

He spun on his heel and started to stride away. Hermione made to call out to him to help her, but Goyle shot a quick Silencio at her. Draco made a move to crouch and brush off the dirt that had gotten on his shoe. "Filthy Mudbloods. I can't even get anywhere near you without dirtying myself."

He stood, pointing a wand at the now relaxed Crabbe and Goyle. He sent hex after hex at the two, and they sent them right back.

Hermione pressed her back into the wall behind her. He shot spell after spell at the other two men. The two screamed loudly, obviously in pain, but he showed them no mercy, continuing the deluge of magic. They collapsed to the ground in a heap, and he brushed his hands together before slowly turning on his heels to face her.

"Well, you certainly do have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you?" he asked, taking three quick steps to her before pointing his wand at her. "Finite Incantatum."

She swallowed a couple of times, and he noticed her discomfort. He pointed his wand at a butterfly. "Fera Verto. Aguamenti."

He handed her the goblet of water and she took a drink, giving him a grateful smile. "Malfoy…"

Draco shook his head and pulled case of cigarettes from one pocket. He snapped his fingers, a flame sprouting from his hand. He lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke away from her face.

"I want us to start over. Since the fall of… Voldemort… and my father's death, I realized how truly fucked up the things I was listening were. I just want to apologize for… everything that I ever said to you. Now, I believe that there are a couple of Weasleys you should be checking in with. Rumor has it that they would have a certain personal interest in your well being."

He offered an arm to her, and she shook her head. He lightly shrugged. They walked to the front door of WWW, and he dropped the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his heel before waving his hand at it. "Evanesco."He murmured. He opened the door, only going in after she had.

She had to admit, he was a prick, but his manners were impeccable.

"Weasleys?"

Fred poked his head around a shelf. "Malfoy? Hermione? Wait, what?"

Malfoy shrugged. "I just stopped my ex cronies from killing your girlfriend. I thought you might want to get her back."

Fred came all the way around the corner, stowing his wand away into his sleeve. "You're okay, Hermione?"

She nodded, and sent a hesitant smile to Malfoy. "Yeah, actually. I know I probably wouldn't be if not for Malfoy."

Fred took a couple of steps toward the blond man, holding out one pale hand. "Thank you, Malfoy."

Draco Malfoy sent a slight look at the Weasley's hand, before grasping it in a firm handshake. "You are welcome. I want to put all of the bullshit from before in the past. I want to fix my old wrongs."

Fred nodded. "That sounds… reasonable. There is a chance that we won't be best friends… or good friends… or even friends at all, really. But thank you."

They nodded at each other again before Malfoy turned to walk out the door. Fred turned to Hermione and grasped her arms, kissing her. "You're really alright?" he asked against her lips.

She nodded and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Really and truly. Where's George? He won't believe this."

Fred raised an eyebrow. "You mean he wasn't upstairs when you left?"

She shook her head and he let his arms drop from her shoulders. "Dear lord, he's done it again."

"Done what?" asked Hermione.

Fred shook his head. "Every time he gets overwhelmed about something, he runs away. Looks like we're going to the Burrow for dinner."

A/N This story is very very very FERMORGE. Just saying. I've been asked question, so I think I'll get on that.

When do I update? I have a 'schedule' of sorts. After I post, I spend a day or two reading stories, then I write. Depending on my mood, I can either crank out 10 pages in two hours, or it'll take me over a week to write six pages.