Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

Sarah's POV

During breakfast the next morning, Fred, George, and I put on our usual after-back cleaning happy faces and pretended like things were normal. Of course they weren't, what with all the screaming and anguish, but no one except for the three of us knew any better and we wanted to keep it that way. Halfway through breakfast, the post arrived and Minx brought me my typical copy of The Daily Prophet and a bonus letter from my mum.

"Thanks Minx," I untied the papers from his leg. "I greatly appreciate it."

Minx hooted and bit my thumb before flying off back to the Owlery. I unfurled the letter first and quickly read it.

Sarah,

I hope you're feeling much better. I'm doing well. I love you and miss you, but I did write for something other than small talk. Sweet Pea, hopefully you read this before you read the Prophet. Ignore everything she writes. I know it's not true. It's being taken care of, don't worry love.

Sylvia R. Stone-Black

"What the devil is she talking about?" I muttered.

Fred and George looked at me worriedly, "What's wrong? Is your mum okay?"

"Yes, she's quite alright…" My voice trailed off as I tore through the Prophet in search for anything about me, my mum, or Sirius. I had to figure out what she was talking about.

"Sarah?"

I ignored them and turned to page eight where I'd found a large article in the top left hand corner. At the top of the article, there was a picture of Fred and George standing back to back, arms folded, with smiles on their faces. Seconds later, I'd pushed my way between them, smiling as well. Fred and George wrapped their arms around me, causing me to be sandwiched between them. The three of us were smiling. It all seemed innocent enough…that is until I saw the headline underneath it.

Risqué Threesome: Do These Boys Do More than Comfort Her? By Rita Skeeter

"Oh, bugger," I whispered.

Fred and George said something, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy reading.

Sarah Black, the young, innocent daughter of the late Sirius Black, is the newest employee at Diagon Alley's most thriving shop Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Outside of work, The Murderer's Daughter and the dashing Weasley twins attend Hogwarts together and are very close friends. For this reason, it's not surprising when every night, Sarah can be seen helping the gorgeous twin owners, Fred and George Weasley, close the shop. But what, you may ask, is so significant about this? The answer is steamier than you'd ever imagined.

Combing my curls just so, I went to WWW to get an exclusive interview from Sarah herself to talk about her father, the job, and the twins. As we all know, Sarah has been a tortured soul since the untimely death of her father. Sadly, when I sat down to discuss this with her, she immediately burst into tears. Her eyes over-flooded with tears while she sobbed inconsolably. I quickly changed the subject to her job in an attempt to calm her down. Her dark eyes lit up at the chance to talk about the twins. She eagerly explained how she helped Fred and George come up with pranks at school and the trio's alias as the 'Trick Triplets'. "Fred and George are so nice to me!" Sarah gushed. When I asked if she fancied one of the Weasley twins, her cheeks burned red with hidden love. She smiled, "I love them both. I want to date both of them at the same time. Oh, how I only hope they love me too! Pranks and passion are the things I want, and they are the only ones who can give it to me." But soon, tears replaced the light from her eyes again when I asked if the twins were present when she got the news of Sirius's passing. That's when our conversation ended and my conversation with the twins began.

They were absolutely scrumptious. Their identical red hair glistened and their brown eyes shimmered. I asked the question about Sirius's passing and they described how upset Sarah was. "She entered the common room and practically sunk to her knees," Fred sighed. George agreed, "She couldn't stop crying so we sat down with her on the couch until she stopped." When I asked if Sarah had ever gotten upset about Sirius at work, they nodded. "At closing sometimes, she'd start to cry. She didn't want to be alone at home." Fred explained. George added, "So we'd take her upstairs and make her happy." As you can tell, the boys would have done anything to stop Sarah from crying, anything at all.

"We love Sarah," they said. "She always helps us and is there when we need her." Fred smiled, "Whenever her mum works late the Ministry and won't be home 'til dawn, she spends the night with us." "She doesn't like being alone," George mentioned. The smiles on their faces were wide as they talked about their nights with Sarah. "She spends the night so often! She's practically our girlfriend. We have such a thriving relationship and strong feelings for her. She can barely last a day without spending time with us. She practically needs us to get by, like a drug or an obsession."

It's obvious that there's more to these three than just pranks and crushes. Is a true love triangle in the air? Well, that's for you to decide.

With every word I took in, I felt myself become more and more infuriated. It was no wonder that when I finished reading, I slammed the article on the table and screamed, "That lying bitch!"

"Sarah," Neville looked alarmed, "calm down."

"No! I hate Rita Skeeter! I absolutely despise her! How dare she? How dare she print these lies?"

Fred and George, who were reading over my shoulder, shook their heads. "We never said half of that rubbish!"

"Relax," Harry raised his cup of pumpkin juice to his lips. "No one actually believes her."

"You don't know how wrong you are, Harry. It's sad to think, but people actually believe this shit!" I folded my arms. "How am I- I can't even begin to think. The fact that I've been living with Fred and George in a suite mixed with the Georgie Porgie business, ugh! People must think I'm a whore!"

"I'm sure they won't," Ginny reassured me.

"I'm sorry Ginny, but I'd have to agree with Sarah," Hermione put down her copy of The Daily Prophet. "What Skeeter wrote is a horrible and serious accusation."

"I know! Fred, George, and I don't shag over the summer."

Harry nearly choked, "What?"

"Skeeter insinuated that George and I have threesomes with her at the shop," Fred looked slightly annoyed. "We would never-"

"-ever attempt to take advantage of her like that," George rubbed his eyes.

I balled up the paper and threw it, watching it whiz past Ron's head.

Ron looked up, "Oi! What did I do?"

"Sorry Ron, I didn't mean to hit you. I'm just so angry at her!" I scoffed, "'Pranks and passion are the things I want'. That's ridiculous. I never said that!"

"We did take her upstairs and make her feel better," Fred admitted.

"-but we never shagged her," George scanned the article again. "Ugh! We sound so oogie."

"I know, like predators or something."

"If you two never shagged her," Harry smirked, "what did you two do when Sarah's mum worked late?"

Fred and George nervously picked at their food, "Uh…we…uh…"

"Don't even dignify that with a response," I shook my head. "Harry's joking."

"No, I'm not," Harry blinked.

I made a face.

"Kidding!"

"Now is not the time to joke, Harry," Hermione gave me a sympathetic glance.

"C'mon, I'm just trying to light the mood is all," Harry reached across the table and touched my hand. "Sarah, you can't take everything she says so seriously. It will eat you alive if you do. Everything she writes is pure rubbish, and the people who truly care about you and honestly know you know that."

I smiled. "Thank you, Harry. You didn't have to say that."

"Yes, I did. Sirius would want me to make you happy. Besides, what's a god brother for?"

I based their eye color off the eye color of James and Olivier Phelps. Please review. If I don't update before Saturday, Happy Christmas!