Hey everyone, I'm back! I know I do this constantly, come back and then leave for a long period of time. I'm truly sorry about this but right now the circumstances I'm in make it impossible for me to update on a regular or sometimes even a monthly basis. I promise I am going to try to pay more attention to this story as well as my others, but I can't guarantee daily or weekly updates. Thanks for sticking with me however and I hope you enjoy what's to come. ;)

weasleytwinsslave89: Isn't George the best? As much as I love Fred I'm going to predict right now that George will be the more entertaining twin in this story. Then again it's hard to be entertaining when teen parenthood is in your near future I suppose.
medfanofreading: Thank you so much for reading! Sorry this update took so long but I hope it meets your expectations.
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ascii27: I'm glad you enjoy the humorous aspect of it. I wasn't sure how people would take it considering this is a serious subject, but it wouldn't be a Weasley story if there wasn't humor. Thanks for reading and btw cool name!
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me (although I can't say I would blame you if you did) – enjoy!

Chapter Three

"Gred is dead, Gred is dead, Gred is dead…" George smirked at his brother from across the table, a piece of bacon flopping in his hand as he cheerily sang his new song.

Fred responded with an inappropriate hand gesture and a snarl. Since bringing George up to date with his current situation his brother had been supportive, but he seemed to enjoy shoving Fred's impending doom in his face. Mrs. Weasley was not going to take this one well.

"How'd the two of you manage to pair up anyhow? Hermione's a bird and all, but I don' see her as your bird." George commented.

Fred sighed, sinking into thought.

JUNE

Mrs. Weasley, on her weekly visit, and Sirius were having another row. Every time she came to check up on the kids they ended up fighting. Everyone had been surprised when she had agreed to let the twins and Ron stay with Harry and Sirius. They didn't exactly see eye to eye on parenting techniques, to say the least.

Harry and Ron had ducked out and gone to explore the area surrounding Number 12 Grimmuald Place, as neither had been to London often. It was also a nice reprieve from the fighting. They had invited Hermione to come but she had passed. Harry had recently become infatuated with Luna "Loony" 

Lovegood and it was clear the two boys wanted to talk about girls and escapades; her invitation had been a mere formality.

Instead she chose to immerse herself in the black family's extensive library, she had in the past month managed to read one whole shelf and was extremely pleased with herself.

"This library is fantastic." She mused to herself, unaware of the mischievous duo that had moments prior joined her unknowingly in the musky room.

"You know you might have mentioned that –"

"Once or twice – "

"A minute – "

"Every day – "

"All month – "

"Since we've got here." George finished swooping up beside her and taking a seat on the cushioned arm of her chair. The grin on his face evident.

Fred swung himself around the chair and came to rest on the forgotten foot stool, resting his arms on his too long legs. He smirked up at her, his eyes dancing playfully.

"We figured we'd join you, only room in the house you can't hear mum scream." He informed her, browsing the pile of books she kept alongside her chair. She shook her head, but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face.

George shook his head in response to his brother's statement and concluded, "Sirius is mental to think he can go toe to toe with mum. Even Charlie doesn't try that and he's crazy."

"Well he does work with dragons." Fred offered as an explanation for this said craziness. Charlie had always been, aside from the twins, the only one willing to stand up to their mother.

Hermione just smiled, the two often got too caught up in their own conversation to remember their original purpose. She supposed it came with having a twin, the inability to ever fully include another person.

George's arm lay lazily around the back of her chair and Fred had moved so close she could feel his hot breath on her uncovered legs. Suddenly her shorts seemed like a bad idea, despite the heat.

The twins seemed to always ignore others personal space, going wherever they chose. Unlike Ron they didn't have an ounce of shyness in their bones, preferring to impose on others without a second thought.



"What are they fighting about this time?" She asked, breaking herself out of her thoughts and the boys out of their private fight over whether Charlie was insane or brilliant for working with dragons; it was a hotly debated topic by all of the Weasley's.

George shrugged, "The usual."

"What we eat –"

"When we eat it – "

"How we eat it –"

"Why we eat it – "

"What we do – "

"What we don't do –"

"What Sirius tells us – "

"And what he doesn't."

"In short –"

"Everything." Fred said setting her with one of his gazes, it was enough to take the words right out of any girls mouth; but not Hermione Granger.

"I hate when the two of you do that." They knew full well that completing one another's sentences drove the younger girl up the wall, yet they couldn't help themselves.

The clock on the wall struck 3 pm and George jumped to his feet, "Oi, bloody hell!" He cried, smoothing the wrinkles out of his polo and ruffling his hair to a sufficiently sexy appearance. (Think in-between the third and fourth movie). "I was supposed to meet Angelina now. I'll see you two later."

With a quick high five to his brother and a ruffle of Hermione's hair, George apparated off to meet what promised to be a very angry Angelina.

"I wish I could see her face when he arrives." Fred commented with a grin.

"Did he say Angelina? I thought you dated Angelina?" The topic of other girls was a tricky one between the two of them, as the month had progressed Hermione had found herself more and more attracted to Fred and if what she sensed was true, he felt the same.

He shrugged good naturedly, "I took her to the ball, it wasn't as if we were engaged. Trust me, her and George are much more suited."

"Oh." She said quietly, closing the book resting on her lap and setting it on top of her 'finished' pile.



"So where's the other two parts of the 'Golden Trio'?" He asked, his voice filled with teasing when he came to their nickname.

She mimicked his shrug from shortly before, "On a walk, talking about girls."

"Did one of them finally pluck up the courage and get a bird then?"

She laughed at his choice of words, "Not quite. Harry has found himself with a slight inclination to Luna and Ron being Ron has found himself with a slight inclination to anything with two legs and breasts."

Fred's eyes widened at her last statement, "Did Hermione Granger just say breasts?" He teased in mock horror. She kicked him playfully. "But really, Loony?"

She nodded, "And you shouldn't call her that, it isn't very nice. Luna's a lovely girl; she'd be very good for Harry."

"Not as good as Ginny though." Hermione silently agreed, sometimes people could be so blind.

"So what about Ronniekins? Has he broken you down yet?" All the Weasley's were positive the two would eventually marry and have loads of kids, at least one named Hugo – that was George's name of choice.

Hermione wrinkled her nose at the suggestion and shook her head furiously. "No, no, no. Ron and I are just friends, why is that so hard to believe?"

"I believe you; you are far too much of a bird to fall for our Ronniekins."

"I'm a bird am I?" She asked, her cheeks tinged pink at the suggestion.

He nodded, "Well of course, the best kind too."

"Which is?"

"The smart kind. Although if you have to ask maybe I'm wrong." He said giving her a wink.

Her face was now red enough to match his hair as she looked around uncomfortably. "So... What would you like to do?"

"I dunno, I could kiss you."

If Hermione had been holding her book still she was positive that statement would have been enough to make her drop it. "Whaa-what?" She sputtered, looking at him alarmed.

He laughed, "Oh I thought you meant what I'd like to do about you being a bird." He smiled broadly, "Would you mind terribly?"

She shook her head, her only kiss had been with Viktor and she had been so upset over Ron and his stupidity that she had scarcely been able to enjoy it, never mind react to it.



"Good then." He murmured; his voice dangerously low as he stood from the foot rest and swooped over her, helping her up so that she was pulled flush against him, their bodies swaying together.

He stared at her until their lips were nearly touching then his eyes closed slowly as he placed his lips over hers, sucking lightly on the upper one. She reacted tentatively not sure what to do. His tongue ran across her lips and she opened her mouth out of shock, the reaction he had hoped for.

His tongue began massaging her mouth, searching out the dark crevices. She slowly began to follow his lead, meeting his tongue with her own, circling his mouth in a slow steady manner. His hands found the back pockets of her shorts and sunk into them, resting firmly on her butt and pulling her even closer. The telltale bulge in his pants rubbed against her stomach as he continued caressing her mouth with his tongue.

She pulled away at last, breathless and flushed. It had been her first real kiss and not how she had expected it but nice all the same.

He smiled down at her, "That, that was very nice."

She merely nodded in agreement, words lost on her.

xXx

Present Time

Number 12 Grimmuald Place had taken a turn for the worse since the influence of the teenagers had left. The place was dim and musky, Sirius now it's only inhabitant except for nights when the order meant.

Thursday night was one of those nights, only a small portion of the Order was in attendance however. Mad-Eye sat in-between Kingsley and Remus, both men listening intently to Dumbledore as he spoke. Across from them Sirius sat next to Molly Weasley, the two glaring at one another on random.

Other members in attendance were Fletcher, Tonks and Aberforth, Dumbledore's brother. Arthur was at work and Severus was needed at the school.

"All this talk of Death Eaters and a new leader, what does it all mean Albus?" Mrs. Weasley finally asked, unable to contain herself any longer. The fear was evident in her voice.

Dumbledore turned his gaze onto her slowly, it was a grave one. "It means that the Order still has much work to do and until we know more no one is safe."

"But who could replace him? Surely no one else is powerful enough, save Harry." Tonks voice was merely a whisper as her hand sought Lupin's under the table.

The elderly man shook his head before nodding at his brother to continue. Aberforth stood from his seat, "That's what was originally thought. However it has comet o light that several followers may prove to be a problem. Among them Lucius Malfoy, Walden Macnair and Antonin Dolohov."



"But… Macnair and Dolohov are in Azkaban Aberforth." Kingsley reminded the man before turning to Dumbledore, "If they had escaped I would certainly have heard."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No Fudge has gone back to his old ways. The battle is over but the old man still sees opponents around every corner. They escaped a fortnight ago. Only those closest to the minister know."

"How bad is it going to get Dumbledore? How bad will it be until we have to fight?" Sirius asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. The years had worn on him; it was as if they would never be free of this plague. Life had grown weary at best.

"Soon Sirius, very soon."

xXx

Hermione was still not speaking to Ron and Fred was tiring of listening to his brother complain about it every night before bed.

"Blimey, I don't know why she was so mad, I just said she ate awfully fast, it's true, right mate?" Ron was currently sprawled across his bed late Sunday night, complaining to his roommates.

Harry looked up from his charms essay to respond, "Some things you just don't say to girls Ron, isn't that right Fred?"

Fred was getting sick of Harry's baiting, it was obvious the younger boy knew something of the matter and Fred would prefer they got it out already instead of having to deal with Harry's small jibs.

Resisting reacting he just shrugged, refusing to be pulled in, George on the other hand…

"I think 'Mione's a babe personally." George commented, smirking at Fred who was silently seething.

Ron's face flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet, "Shut-up." He snapped at his brother, throwing his DADA book at the older boy.

George retaliated by throwing one of his new inventions at Ron, an exploding 'present'. Ron reached out to move it away from him and it exploded, his face being blown backwards.

"Oww, what the bloody hell was that?"

George smiled victoriously, "That my dear brother was an "Explosive Gift'. It's from our newest line – looks like a present but as soon as the receiver tries to open it, it explodes in their face. Brilliant eh?"

"I should give Hermione one of those." Ron said in a contemplative voice before grinning, "She'd kill me."

"Don't even think about it." Fred finally spoke up, his voice filled with malice and warning.

Harry and George shared a look before turning to see Ron's reaction.



"Why do you care Fred? She's my friend not yours." Ron reasoned, not understanding why his brother was defending a girl he had previously ignored.

Fred just shrugged, "I have to go see Snape about an assignment." He gathered his things and slung his bag over his shoulder, ignoring the questioning looks from Ron and the others as he exited the dormitory.

xXx

Fred and George wandered the grounds before Quidditch practice, deep in conversation.

"So Angie and Katie want to go into town next weekend thru one of our escapes, you in mate?" George asked his brother, readjusting his broom on his shoulder.

"Did you really just ask me to double with you, Katie and Angelina?" Fred asked in an incredulous tone.

"Yes… and?" George asked, completely missing the point.

Fred shoved his shoulder lightly, "I have a girlfriend Forge, a girlfriend who I love and who happens to be pregnant."

George rolled his eyes, "Don't remind me."

The two walked in comfortable silence for a while before Fred spoke up, "I wish you wouldn't do that, put Hermione down like that."

George sighed, his head hanging, "We're only eighteen Fred, you can't be a dad and she certainly can't be a mum. Why doesn't she just fix the problem?"

"FIX THE PROBLEM?!" Fred pounced on his brother, his fists descending on his face.

"Oi mate, what the – " George cried from under his brothers shaking body, warding off the punches as best he could.

A pair of hands grabbed Fred's arms from behind, pulling him off of his twin. The two stood and turned to look at the intervener.

"Professor Dumbledore." George said in a shocked voice, nursing a now bleeding nose.

Dumbledore gave them a hard glare, "Follow me boys." He beckoned them towards the castle and the three made their way inside.