Hermione hated the idea of going to the Burrow. After everything Molly had said about her last time, the thought of going over there, even to find George, did not sit well with her.

In the room next door, Fred was thinking about things that were very similar. He didn't want Hermione there either. But due to George's emotional outbursts, they didn't have much of a choice.

George had always been a very emotional man. It never really took much to get a passionate reaction out of him. When they were younger, Fred was usually the only person who could talk sense into him when he would get upset about something. Unless it was Fred himself that George was mad at. If George was mad at Fred, which was rare, the two would go months without talking.

Hermione was sitting on her bed in her underwear, head in hands. Fred knocked on the door and poked his head through. At the sight of her he sighed, and walked through the door. "You look confused, love. What's got you so confused?"

Hermione shook her head and stood. "I have no clue what to wear. It's dinner with a family who mostly hates me. Should I wear a dress?"

Fred smiled at her and crossed to her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a sweater.

"Here. You need to relax a little bit. It'll be okay. I've already owled Bill, Fleur, Ginny and Harry. Harry and Ginny were going to come, but something came up and one of the kids got sick. Bill and Fleur are rather laid back about things, and I'm sure that if I could contact Charlie quickly enough, he'd be okay with it as well. I love you. George, bless his emotional little soul, loves you too. And if something happens to you again at my house, then we will leave, preferably with George. Okay?"

Hermione nodded and slipped on the clothes that George had handed her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing his lips against her temple. "Are you ready?"

She frowned and considered telling him no, but nodded instead. He wrapped his arms around her and apparated onto the Weasley's property.

Fred opened the door and walked inside, Hermione behind him. "Fred!" cried Mrs. Weasley at the sight of her son. He pulled Hermione from behind him and at the sight of her Fleur and Bill walked over.

"Hello, mum," Fred said, his mother glaring at the young woman. Fleur pulled Hermione into a hug, which Hermione had completely expected. The young Frenchwoman used nearly every excuse to hug people. When Fleur pulled away, Bill surprised her by hugging her.

"How are you?" he asked, using that tone easily recognizable as that of a worried older brother. "George won't tell us what happened, but he's acting like a chit."

Hermione wrapped her arms around the tall man, who lightly patted her back. Behind them, Fred pulled his mother into the kitchen to help her with dinner and keep her away from Hermione.

"I don't really know what happened either. I came home from trying to shop, and he was gone. Fred though that he'd come here for some reason, so we came to hunt him down."

Bill nodded and frowned, the skin around his scars puckering. "I can't think of anything he's said that could be helpful to you, but he hasn't said much."

The kitchen door opened, and Mrs. Weasley stuck her head through. "Dinner's ready," she all but snarled.

Walking into the kitchen, everyone sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley tapped her wand against a bell, and George came down the stairs, frowning slightly at the sight of Fred and Hermione. People stood around the table, trying to find out who would sit where. Hermione and Fleur seemed to notice to the same thing at the same time.

"Euh, zere ahre not enough chairz for ahll of ze people here, Molly."

Mrs. Weasley sent a small smile at the beautiful blonde. "But every member of the family has a chair?" she asked, feigning innocence.

Fred opened his mouth to start yelling at his mother, but before he could, George waved his wand, a chair appearing at the other side of the table, near Fred but farthest away from himself. Hermione sent him a grateful smile but he refused to meet her eyes. She frowned down at her hands, gently sitting in the chair he had gotten for her.

Everyone around the table sought out a place to sit with the exception of Molly, who went to the kitchen to get the rest of the food. She artfully set them down on the table, somehow managing to place them all out of reach of Hermione.

"Err, Molly? May I have some of the chicken?"

Molly smirked at her with a condescending look. "Oh, help yourself dear. You don't have to ask!"

Fleur frowned and handed Hermione the plate of chicken. "Eat up, 'Ermione! You are so small… you could stand to 'ave some meat on zose bones!"

Hermione speared a couple pieces of the chicken and passed the plate of meat on, accepting the plate of potatoes that Fleur was now handing her. She spooned a healthy portion when a voice chimed up from the other side of the table. "Eating for four, dear?"

"I'm not pregnant, Molly. Especially not with triplets."

Molly pretended not to hear her and continued on, "I don't know how they do things in the Muggle world, but here bastard children are really looked down upon. They are considered by most to be of a lower status than Muggle Borns, even if the bastard is pureblood. Who's the father, Hermione? Don't worry, you can tell me, your secret is safe… If you even know who he is, then. I'm sure it could be any number of men."

Hermione stood, her chair almost tipping over. She threw her napkin down on the table, her brown eyes blazing. "I don't know what your problem with me is, Mrs. Weasley, but you have gone too far. I have sat through your accusations of Imperioing your sons, of having ulterior motives… But to listen to you claim that I am with child, and not that of your sons? I love them. Fred and George both. I would never do that to them, and if I were pregnant before I got with them, you can be sure that they would both have been made aware of that fact. The only men I have ever been with happen to be Weasleys. Ron, and now Fred and George. I don't know why you keep doing this, but you are going to drive your children away from you."

Molly Weasley stood, the picture of calm except for the fire in her eyes. "I'm going to drive my children away? No, you took them from me, you little harlot. And you're selfish enough that you couldn't just settle down, you had to take my twins and have them both to yourself. And if you love them both so much, then explain why George came here earlier today almost in tears? He won't say what happened, but I'm willing to bet my wand that it had something to do with you!"

Fred put his hands on his temples, and let out an exclamation of frustration. "Gah! Mother, George and I were together before Hermione came into the equation, trust me. And I know how Hermione feels about us. And I don't know why George left, but I intend to find out. But I won't have you drive away the best thing to happen to me in years. Are we clear, Mother?"

Everyone in the room glanced at George from the corner of their eyes, and he stood, not making eye contact back with any of them. Without a word, he walked from the room and out of the front door.

"The only thing that is clear," Molly hissed, "Is that you have to be one of the most vain, narcissistic people alive, to claim sexual attraction to your twin. And what's even worse is that you can't just find a witch who thinks you are enough to satisfy her."

Hermione couldn't take it anymore; she turned and walked out of the room as well, except she headed upstairs. She walked into the twins' old room and was surprised to see only one bed. But due to the mess, clutter, and objects strewn about, this was quite obviously their room, and the things in it belonged to two men, not one, despite the bed. She picked up a picture off of the dresser, and was not surprised to see the twins, circa their fifth or sixth year. They each had an arm slung over the other's shoulder, and George had his face pressed against Fred's shoulder, nose scrunched and laughing. Fred was looking down at his brother and laughing as well, lighting bumping his right hip against George's left. The pose in the picture could be mistaken for familial love, but if one really looked at it, it was obvious that the feelings the two had for each other went beyond that, even if they had not acknowledged it at that point in their lives.

How could everyone have missed it for this long?

Downstairs, Fred had leapt up angrily and started yelling at his mother. Fleur had grabbed the children and retreated to the living room, and Bill had gone outside in an effort to find George.

He could barely make out his figure standing near the pond at the back of the property. He chose to walk over, and stood a dozen or so feet behind his taller brother. George had to have heard him walk up, as it was dark and Bill made quite a bit of noise walking over things that he couldn't see, but he didn't say a word to his older brother before he quickly took three steps towards the water. Where they were standing was near the deeper end, and it had a severe drop off about 10 feet in. Bill and Charlie used to take gillyweed and try to see who could go down deeper before the effects started to wear off, but they had never made it to the bottom.

"How long do you think I would have to be in the water before they wouldn't be able to bring me back?"

Bill took a worried step towards George who waved him back lazily with one hand, still facing the water. "Calm down, I won't do it."

Bill ran a hand through his long hair and frowning, his scars stopping one side of his face from turning down as much. "What happened? Last I heard from Fred, everything was fine. You had Hermione, you had Fred, you were happy, and you were in love. Then I get here and you're slinking around and saying shit like that. What could be this bad?"

"Bill, imagine if all of the things you never wanted to happened, suddenly did. Your life was nice, calm. Perfect, even. Sure, there were rough spots, but you were happy. Now imagine if everything that you thought you had wasn't real. How would you be doing?"

Bill shook his head lightly. "I'm sorry, George, but you really need to be more specific than that. I want to help you, but I can't do anything to help if you're going to be this vague."

"There's nothing to fix, Bill!" George yelled, spinning around. It had been a few years since Bill had seen his brother this upset. "There's nothing to fix anymore!"

The young wizard let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a whimper and a sob. "I think you need to go. You should just go back to the house."

Bill shook his head. "I don't feel comfortable…"

George rolled his eyes and cut him off. "I vow that I will not do anything out here to purposely harm myself."

There was a stirring of magic in the air as George took the Wizard's Oath. Satisfied, Bill turned to walk up to the house.

Inside, Fred had finished dressing down his mother. That had ended up with her in tears, clutching at his robes. He swatted her off, still furious about the way she had talked about Hermione, and went up the stairs to find her. He thought she would have gone into Ginny's old room, and was surprised to see she wasn't in there. He went into his and George's old room and opened the door, smiling slightly at the memories from the small room.

The two had shared a bed for years, the Weasley's never having enough money to buy a second bed and instead giving them Bill's old bed when it became impossible for them to sleep in their smaller-than-twin sized beds, which would be needed by Ron, and later Ginny. No matter how the boys had gone to sleep, they would always end up tangled together, from leg to head. Their long legs would be tangled together under the sheets, their arms wrapped around each other, and one of their heads resting on the other's shoulder or chest. Fred wasn't sure when it had started for George, but he did know that he had started to feel less than brotherly love towards George sometime around his third year. He had tried to cover it up, and eventually had ended up dating Angelina, but George was never far from his mind.

The way their feelings had come out in the open, was rather sudden and unexpected. Fred was lying in their bed one night when George was supposed to be staying at Lee's house. George had come back to get his deck of Exploding Snap, and was surprised to see Fred laying on the bed, cock in hand. George had stood in the room for a few minutes before he made a move to shift his own growing hardness. The movement made a slight sound, and Fred's eyes had shot open as he came, locking eyes with his brother standing near the door.

Fred was suddenly jerked back to the present when he realized that Hermione was laying on the bed. "Come on, it doesn't look like we're going to be able to talk to George tonight. Bill didn't come back they're been gone for ages. Let's go home, I can come back tomorrow and try to sort this out, eh?"

She let out a sniff and stood. He immediately wrapped his long arms around his and lightly crushed her to his chest. "Come on, love," he murmured, apparating them directly outside, sidestepping Mrs. Weasley.

Fred wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders and led her towards the back of the property. Hermione was surprised by the sight the hit her. She hadn't known there was a pond on the property, when she usually visited the Burrow in the summer she didn't leave Ginny's room. It was a beautiful small body of water surrounded by trees and flowers. George was standing by the water, skipping rocks. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his straight leg trousers and drew out another rock, drawing his arm back and sending it across the water. George rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, and straightened his vest, tucking his hair behind his ears, and turning on his heel to go to the house.

Seeing Fred and Hermione, he frowned and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Why are you here?"

Hermione gritted her teeth. "Because my idiot boyfriend ran away."

George dramatically knitted his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "But Fred's right there?"

Fred rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against a tree. "What are you talking about? Didn't we have this conversation? I love you, Hermione loves you, and you say you love us, too. So what I want to know is why you are acting like a PMSing 13 year old?"

George scoffed and started talking in a high pitched voice, mimicking Hermione. "'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.'"

Fred ran a hand through his hair and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I'll be right back, I have to go ask Bill something really quick."

Fred popped away to the house, and George turned to look at the water. "Why would you pretend to actually care about me? Why would you just…" George whirled around to face her. "Just go. I guess you got what you wanted then. I don't know why, but it seems like your only intent was to completely humiliate me, and it seems like you accomplished that. You had my love, you have my brother, and you have my boyfriend. I am completely alone now."

Hermione took a few steps towards him, reaching a hand towards his shoulder, freezing when he flinched. "George, you've got it wrong. I really don't know why you think that Fred and I are conspiring to get together behind your back! I don't know if any of us would be truly happy without the other two. Can you honestly say that you think Fred or I would do that to you?"

Fred came back, a pensieve in hand. He thrust it into George's hands. "Hold this a tic."

He held his wand up to his temple and pulled away a few silvery strands, dropping them into the pensieve in George's hands. "Everybody in. Especially you," Fred said, shooting a look to George.

The three of them entered the memory. George felt a twist of pain in his chest at the sight of Fred and Hermione lying under the sheet. Hermione was starting to doze when Fred propped himself up on his left arm, using his right to play with Hermione's hair. "Hermione?"

She cracked open her eyes and looked over at Fred. "Hmm?" she asked, sounding exhausted. The Fred standing against the wall smirked at Hermione who rolled her eyes. "Can you see yourself with George and I in the future? The Skeeter article did point out a few things, and there are many people who are going to agree with her. I know that George is in this for the long haul, and I am too. But do you know, without a doubt, that you want this?"

Hermione put her hands on the sides of Fred's face, putting their foreheads together. "I wouldn't have been with you two that first time unless I thought that I could do this for real. I don't like to say things I don't mean. 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 has ever made me feel as… safe… or as… cared for as I feel when I'm with you two. Okay? I want this… you. Both of you."

There was a quickly flurry of movement, and they found themselves back on the shore. George let out a sob and collapsed to his knees on the soft dirt. Fred and Hermione crouched down next to him. Fred lightly crushed George to his chest and Hermione ran her hands through her hair.

Hermione murmured words of comfort and lightly rubbed his back. He let out a cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

They sat in the dirt for what felt like forever before one of them realized how cold they were. Fred apparated them back to their flat, and George wiped his eyes and went to sit on the couch. He curled up against the arm rest, Hermione coming to sit right beside him, Fred on her other side. She pulled George over so his head rested in her lap and stroked his long fiery hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

He swiped at his eyes, tears clinging to his long eyelashes. His brown eyes appeared brighter than usual, and his face was slightly red, his freckles harder to see.

"God, I feel like such a girl sometimes. I hate how effeminate I am."

"Oh," Hermione said. "The fact that you cried doesn't make you effeminate. It just makes you sensitive to your emotions."

George rolled those beautiful eyes and made a noise in the back of his throat. "I enjoy being shagged by another man."

"But you also enjoy being shagged by a witch.

"Trust me," Fred said. "You may like my cock, but you are all man."

Fred leaned over Hermione's lap to press his mouth against George's. They kissed for a few minutes, before Fred pulled the three of them to stand. They all walked to George's bedroom, settling down on the bed.

"What do you say, Fred," Hermione said, "We show George how happy we are that he came home?"

Fred grinned that devilish Weasley grin, nodding at the young with. "That sounds absolutely wonderful."

Together they pushed George back onto his back. Hermione crouched over George's body, lightly kissing his neck. He let out a sigh and pulled her mouth up to his. He kissed her for a few moments, his tongue battling hers, before he broke away. "I'm so sorry. I feel like saying that isn't enough… but the thought of not being with you two hurt so much…"

Hermione quieted him with another light kiss. Fred slid up and gently ran his hand through George's long hair. "Sh… love, it was as much our fault as yours. We could have been more forthcoming with you as to how we felt about the three of us. So… to make it up to you… Hermione and I are your willing sexual servants for the rest of the night, how 'bout that?"

George let out a low moan and grabbed Fred's hair, pulling their faces together. It was all tongue, teeth, and spit, neither of them willing to submit although Fred did eventually allow George entrance to his mouth. George broke away panting, and Hermione let out a chuckle at the sight of the two, eyes blazing and chests heaving. "I think he like that idea a lot, Fred."

George pushed Fred back lightly and lay down on his back, crooking a finger at them. "Undress each other. Then me."

They obeyed, giving George a little show as Hermione slipped the sweater from Fred's form, following it with her own. Their pants joined their shirts on the ground, and they slid off their under things before turning to George, whose cock was pressed insistently against his fly. Once all three of them were naked, George stroked himself once, from base to tip. He moved to swipe a thumb through the fluid on the head when Fred grabbed his wrist. "Can I taste you?"

George nodded quickly, his hips twitching as Fred tucked his long fiery hair behind his ears and swallowed him down. From the corner of the bed, Hermione was writhing slightly, kneeling on the bed and grinding herself down over her heel.

"Touch yourself," George hissed. "Both of you. I want a show."

There was a quick flash of wetness as Fred grasped his cock and the head grazed George's calf. Hermione sunk two fingers into herself. All three of them let out a moan, Fred and Hermione at the sensation, George at the visual and physical stimulation.

Fred ran him tongue across the head of George's tool, and made him groan out. He slid his cock from Fred's mouth, the low light in the room making it shine. He reached for his wand and waved it at Fred, murmuring a quick spell. Fred let out a low moan at the cool feeling of the lubricant covering his cock. George whispered a similar spell, this time pointing his wand at himself. His entrance lubed up as well, and he squirmed slightly on the bed.

George bent his knees, and smiled at Fred. "Fuck me, show me how much of a mistake I made when I left."

Fred groaned and wrapped one long hand around the base of his member and slowly slid into George until his hips met his ass. George reached an arm out to Hermione and pulled her close, raised her up, and dropped her down on his still glistening tool. They all let out moans, and Fred fought harder to enter George with the added pressure of Hermione's weight added to his opening. Fred pushed on, his hips slamming into George, who let out a gasp chest heaving, with every thrust. Hermione bounced on him, his hands on her hips helping move her over him.

Hermione cried out, gasping as George pulled her down onto him. Fred pumped in and out of him, his hips slapping against his brother. "Harder…" George gasped out, his skin hot and damp. Fred flipped his damp hair out of his face and obliged, George's mouth falling open in a series of gasps. Hermione let out a cry and came, squeezing tight around George's tool. George's eyes slid shut, trying to hold himself back from spilling into her tight wetness. She gently climbed off of him, and Fred let his hips move faster, wrapping his long fingers around George.

George's hips pumped into Fred's hand. "I'm going to…"

"No!" cried Fred. "Not yet, trust me."

Fred lightly squeezed the base of George's cock, bringing him away from the edge. Fred pulled George's legs up to rest on his shoulders and swiveled his hips, the head of his tool brushing against George's prostate. Fred let go of his cock, and he came from the sensations. When George clamped down on Fred's member, he came with a cry, both of their moans mixing together.

The three of them lay side by side, all panting. "I feel so horrible," George whispered.

Fred slid from the bed and slid from the room, coming back in a few minutes with two packages. He flipped each of them over in his hands, checking them over, before handing them to George and Hermione.

"I bought these for you when I was in Scotland. I had meant for them to be Christmas presents, but I think it is better that I give them to you now. I feel like these speak for themselves. I mean it, too."

They each gently pulled the paper off of the packages, a jewelry box in the hand of each. Hermione was the first to open hers, and gasped. "Oh, Fred!"

George unwrapped his and his eyes shot up to Fred. They each slipped the rings out of their boxes, looking at them in the light. Hermione was the first to notice the engraving on the inside of the band. "'I love my life because it gave me you'. Oh, Fred."

Hermione leaned over and pressed her lips to Fred's, while George sat on the bed, continuously reading the engraving on the inside of his own.

I love you because you are my life.

Fred slid the rings onto each of their right ring fingers, before kissing each ring once in its place. "The two of you are the best thing that has happened to me. I have about 150 years of my life yet, and I want to spend them with you. I'm not asking you to marry me, not yet anyway. But I just want to make sure you know how much I care about you."

Hermione and George wrapped their arms around him, Hermione letting out sobs into the left side of his neck, while George buried his face in Fred's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin. Fred rubbed each of their backs, and quietly shushed Hermione.

"Come on, it's been a long day. Let's just go to bed. If you want, we can all talk in the morning."

George nodded, falling back onto the bed. "I think that would be best. I'm sure there are some things tat you two want to ask me, and I know that there are things I want to say."

Hermione nodded, resting her head on George's chest. George rubbed the top of her arm, pulling her close. Fred curled his body against the right side of George's, his head resting on George's chest near Hermione's. The three of them held hands, and each of them kissed the other two.

"Nox," whispered Hermione, plunging the room into darkness. It didn't take long for all but one of them to fall asleep. George lay there on his back, wanting to go into the other room for a glass of firewhisky, but could not due to the two on his chest. He let out a sigh and settled into the bed, finally falling asleep.

The last thought he had before finally succumbing, was unsurprising.

Yes, there was much to talk about the next day.

A/N Thanks for the sheer amount of reviews for the last chapter. Think you can top it? They encourage me to write more. This chapter was 6 pages longer than the last.

This is more or less what I imagined George to look like when they found him at the pond. Ignore Angelina. Remove the spaces. http:/ tinyurl. com/ 3clfhh8