*** This chapter is more explicit than the previous one – if anyone's squeamish about a sex-scene/threesome with the twins (no twincest) then avoid like spattergroit! Contains mild swearing. ***

'What's up, love?' asked George, concerned. 'What's so secret about your shoulders?'

Hermione sat up and wrapped the pyjama top more closely around herself. 'When we were at Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix Lestrange…' She trailed off.

George and Fred put their arms around her protectively. 'We know, sweetheart,' Fred said softly. 'Ron told us she crucio-ed you while they were locked up underneath. Said it went on for ages. He cried when he told us how he and Harry had to listen and couldn't do a thing to stop it.'

'She left a scar. I don't let anyone see it.'

'A scar?' George turned over. 'Look here.' A long scar ran laterally across his lower back. 'I got that in that Quidditch match against Slytherin in our third year. Bloody Flint shot a nasty jinx to distract me from stopping Harry get hit by the Bludger coming his way. I fell off my broom and crashed against the broken goal post. Only took Madame Pomfrey a moment to heal with dittany, but she couldn't get rid of the scar.'

He turned back and pointed to the side of his chin. 'And just take a look at these monsters.' As he moved a scattering of tiny circles caught the light, only just paler than the rest of his skin. Those ones she had noticed before, when he thought she wasn't looking. 'A little bout of Lesser Dragon Pox when we were eight. Fred didn't get any scars, but I scratched these. So, you got nothing on me for scars.'

Fred took her hand, and moved it to feel in his scalp at the back of his head. She could feel a scar there, creased and jagged under his hair. 'That's from when Rookwood killed me in the explosion. It's a bit like Harry's – there aren't too many of us coming back from the dead who live to tell the tale.' Fred dropped a kiss into the palm of Hermione's hand, silently thanking her again for bringing him back.

'I reckon,' George said, looking at her intently, 'we can cope with a scar or two.'

Hermione looked at them both. The first time she had had sex was with a pure-blood boy just before she left Hogwarts, and he had been slightly repelled, yet fascinated – both by the ugly scar and her Muggle origins. But the Weasleys were different – pure-blood, but entirely lacking a damn about their blood status. She could trust the twins. As she slowly shrugged off her pyjama top, the crudely puckered scar was revealed. George bent over to gently kiss it, closely followed by his brother.

'We all have our battle scars,' Fred said softly. 'Some visible, some inside us. Yours is part of what we love about you.'

'Wear it as a badge of honour,' George breathed in her ear. 'It's a sign you fought on the right side.'

Hermione relaxed, realising that there was nothing about her that was going to put these brothers off. The three caressed each other, realising that the serious part of the evening was upon them as they established their Bond.

'Um, Hermione?' George asked quietly. 'How do you want… I mean, how should we…?'

'I think Fred should be first,' Hermione said, 'since he was the one I performed the spell on. It will help establish our bond more quickly. You know I love you just as much though, George, don't you?'

George kissed her and smiled. 'I'm fine. I'll be here too. I'm sure I'll get a go on you later,' and ducked as Hermione pretended to hit him. 'Don't mind old Uncle Georgie here. Besides, I'm sure there are things I can do to help out.'

Fred kissed Hermione deeply, followed by George. She murmured a quick contraceptive charm, then rolled to lie on top of Fred, feeling him hard against her stomach, feeling George stroke her back as she kissed Fred. Then she sat up and gently moved astride Fred as he entered her, slowly at first, then fully. She gasped as he moved, never having suspected someone could be so deep inside her. George sat up and nuzzled her neck, heightening her arousal. Fred groaned. 'Oh George, she's so…' but he was unable to finish his sentence.

As he moved inside her, all felt the spell of the Triad Bond begin to work as a warm golden glow crept over the skin of the three, invisibly binding them together even more strongly than before.

George looked up to kiss her, catching a glimpse of abandon he'd never seen on her face before, and he became harder at the sight. Fred sat up and caught Hermione in his arms as she cried out with spasms rushing through her body. He came after a few more plunges inside her, and the three fell back on the bed, entwined together in a heap. No one was quite sure where their own body ended and another's began.

After a moment, they pulled themselves together and crept under the quilt, Hermione again between the twins. Fred sighed, and curled up around Hermione, who lay stretched out, still purring a little. Despite his usual cool façade, Fred was deeply shaken at finally being with the woman he was so strongly bound to and a few hot tears ran down his face. Hermione stroked them away, and saw that George's eyes were brimming too.

'It's the strangest feeling,' Hermione muttered, as the twins caressed her. 'My skin feels so sensitive, like I've never felt before.'

Fred laughed, even though his voice was still a little uncertain. 'I reckon I know why that is.' As Hermione looked over for his answer, he pressed his nose into her cheek. 'You've finally been shagged properly, Granger.'

As Hermione looked outraged at his cockiness, so soon after his tears, George continued, 'Yup. You're just going to have to accept it – the professionals have arrived, and you're going to be feeling like this, every day.'

'Well,' said Hermione in her best measured voice. 'I think I can cope with that.' Then as the boys held her closer, she looked, dismayed, at George, feeling him still hard against her leg. 'Oh, George, we didn't…' She trailed off, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence, but instead leaned over and took him in her mouth. Fred sat up and watched, as George shuddered to orgasm in no time. 'Not bad,' said Fred in pretend casualness, as he flopped back down beside her. 'We don't want Little Georgie staying up all night,' he smirked, as George stretched, satisfied.

As Hermione nestled happily down between them, she caught a glimpse of the clock on George's bedside table. 'Boys!' she gasped. 'It's so late! I know it's the weekend for me now, but you have to be down to open the shop first thing.'

'It's fine,' said George. He reached over for his wand. 'Accio parchment. Accio quill.' Catching the writing instruments as they flew towards him, he scribbled a short note in large letters. 'Closed until 10am.' He flicked his wand at the parchment and it disappeared. 'That can go on the doors. I'll pop down in the morning, and explain to the staff we're having tomorrow off, then come back to bed with you for the day. They'll be fine, especially if I give them a bonus. Fred often starts later anyway, as you know. He needs more sleep since he came back.'

The three settled in as sleep crept over them. No nightmares tormented Fred that night.

*** Final chapter coming up after this. How will Harry and Ron react to the triad? Please review – your feedback is like an evening in the Common Room, sitting by the fire and chatting with friends while it snows outside. ***