A/N: Yeah, I don't know what it is with me and hurting every freaking character I can think of. Well, I don't really plan what I write. My brain just farts it out as I go. I've decided to make Guna (GeorgexLuna) the secondary ship. I still don't know who to put Ginny with, though. It's between Dean and Neville. Ron can just be with Lavander. Oh, yeah, and two new chapters in one day! I'm obviously spoiling my readers today... Anyway, on with the story!

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George had just gotten to Hermione's old house with Luna and Ginny. The door was open, and there was a thin trail of blood leading inside. What could've attacked them in a Muggle house, George had no clue, but he had to help his brother and his future sister-in-law.

"What d'you think did that?" he asked, looking back at the two girls.

"Maybe a pack of stray dogs lives there now," suggested Ginny. "You never really know."

There was a shout from inside the house.

"Let's go," said George, drawing his wand. They walked inside, and the sight they saw almost scared George to death.

"Fred, are you alright?" asked Hermione, looking at Fred's leg. His pants were torn, revealing the badly beaten part of his leg underneath.

"Fred!" said George, running to his twin. "What happened?"

"You should see the size of these dogs, they're like wolves!" replied Fred, his eyes shut in pain. "They broke my leg!"

George got up, standing in front of his twin defensively.

"Hey," Fred told him, "I still have my wand, Gred. How'd you know something happened anyway?"

"Something like twin sense. To be honest, I'm not positive what."

"I know a spell that might help," said Luna, stepping forward. "I used it on Harry's nose once."

"Okay," said Fred. "Go ahead and try it."

"Episkey!" said Luna. The wound on Fred's leg immediately healed. "Can you walk on it?"

Fred stood up, with the help of George and Hermione. He winced slightly as he put pressure on his leg, but calmed down slightly when he put the pressure on his other leg.

"I can walk, but it'll be more of a limp," he said. "It only hurts to put pressure on it." He limped over to Hermione, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

"Uh, Fred... George... Luna... Hermione...," said Ginny, her voice shaking with fear.

"You alright, Gin'?" George asked her, looking at her with a worried expression on his face. Ginny didn't speak but instead pointed at a corner of the room. A pair of red eyes were glowing in the shadows.

"It's one of the dogs," whispered Fred. "We need to get out if here."

Before they could move, the dog jumped at George, grabbing his arm.

"George!" Fred shouted, trying to run after the dog. His leg slowed him down. He sat down, putting his face in his hands.

"I'm coming, George!" Luna shouted. She ran in the direction of the dog, chasing after it and George. They heard a shout and a thud from the direction the wolf-dog thing had taken George.

"Okay, it should be safe now," said Ginny. Leaning on Hermione for balance, Fred limped to his twin and Luna. It almost looked like George had gotten Splinched. His whole arm was red with blood, and he was only half-concious. Fred leaned against the wall, his eyes watering. He eventually sunk to the floor, grabbing his hair with his hands. His body was shaking with silent sobs.

"Fred, he'll be fine!" Luna tried to assure him, but he just crossed his arms over his knees and hid his face.

"There's no way you can guarantee that," said Fred.

"I have Essence of Dittany somewhere," said Hermione, looking through her beaded bag. Eventually she took her hand out with a bottle labeled "Essence of Dittany" and gave it to Luna.

"Thank you, Hermione," said Luna. Fred grabbed Hermione and pulled her into a hug. She let him silently cry into her shoulder. A minute later George had calmed down a little, but was still only half-concious. The blood around his wound and the wound itself had cleaned up a bit.

"He's okay, Fred," said Hermione, running a hand through Fred's hair and rubbing his back to comfort him. She could feel him smiling into her shoulder. "George'll be okay. I promise."

"If he doesn't get up soon, he'll have Wrackspurts," said Luna, casting a worried look at George. Fred laughed a little, and, a few minutes later, fell asleep on Hermione's shoulder, arms still wrapped around her, and still smiling.

"Is it normal for him to smile in his sleep?" asked Luna.

"Yep," replied Hermione.

"My best friend is sleeping with my brother?" Ginny said.

"No, I've been sleeping with the pigs," Hermione replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "You really didn't know?"

"Yeah, I knew, I've been sneaking into the twins' room every night since you came," said Ginny, just as sarcastically.

"Okay, stop it with the sarcasm game," said a voice that sounded like Fred's, but Fred was still fast asleep on Hermione's shoulder. "I see Fred got bored of waiting."

"George!" said Hermione, Luna, and Ginny. Fred woke up at the sound of his twin's name.

"Wuzzgoinon?" he said, looking around.

"George's okay, I told you he'd be fine," said Hermione.

"I never doubted it for a second," said Fred.

"Oh, really?" said Hermione.

"Yeah," said Fred. "I was joking before. George's a tough little weasel."

"Hey!"

"At least I didn't call you a rat," said Fred, grinning and hitting George's unhurt shoulder. "Are you alright, Georgie?"

"Yeah, how about you, Freddie?" asked George.

"I'm fine," said Fred. "Your girlfriend would make a bloody good Hogwarts nurse."

At this, Luna blushed slightly. Fred was still laying his head on Hermione's shoulder, and she was still playing with his hair.

"I love you," Fred whispered in her ear. In response, she kissed him.

"Okay, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see how Neville's doing," said Ginny, Disapparating out of the dog infested house. After she'd left, George started kissing Luna. Both couples broke apart after a few minutes for air.

"Hey, Fred, what is it with you and hurting yourself?" asked George, panting.

"What-"

"You know, because the first time you were bleeding half to death, the second you couldn't move because you hurt your back so bad, and now you've been attacked by giant dogs. Oh, and you've also almost drowned."

"Well, this is going to be an amazing story for the kids, 'Mione," said Fred with a lopsided smile. "Imagine, 'Hey, Daddy, can you tell us a story about before you and Mum got married?' 'Sure, I hurt myself about four or five times in four or five months.'"

"I forbid you to tell them the story of your self-harm, though," said Hermione with amusement. "That's the last thing I need, for one of my children to start hurting themself."

"Okay," said Fred. He snuggled up to her more. Hermione rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around him. They both fell asleep, as well as George and Luna.

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"Oh, Godric."

When Hermione woke up, not just was she tangled with Fred but when she checked Fred's watch, it was half past eight. In the morning. She quickly woke him up, and he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"What, Hermione?" he asked her, obviously irritated.

"Fred, check your watch," was Hermione's simple reply.

"Oh, Godric," he said, his eyes widening as he untangled himself from Hermione and limped over to George and Luna. He shook George, trying to wake him up and knowing if George woke up Luna would.

"Mmmm, just five more minutes," he muttered, but it was barely audible as his face was buried in Luna's back.

"George, look at your watch," said Fred. His twin did as he said. And, just like Fred, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Merlin! We should be getting ready to reopen the shop!" said George, waking up Luna.

"George," she muttered, turning to face said person, "What-"

She caught sight of his watch and sat up.

"Daddy's going to be so mad when I get home," said Luna.

"But you're a legal adult, both in our world and the Muggle world," said Hermione.

"Still, ever since the war, he's been protective," said Luna.

"You're a Death Eater, the only way you'll be taken again is if you either don't have a slave or betray You-Know-Who," said George, kissing her cheek. There was a crack as someone Apparated into the room. Not that there were really rooms.

"What in the name of Merlin's pants is going on here?" asked the twins' younger brother. "Fred, George, Hermione, Mum's been looking for you," he continued. "Luna, you're dad's getting worried. I'd recommend you go home. All of you." Everyone Apparated back to the Burrow. George said bye to Luna and she left for home.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"Well... Hermione and I wanted to get away from the publicity. Hermione said we could go to her old house. Unfortunately for us, there's a pack of dogs that live there. They attacked George and I. We're fine, Luna healed us. But," Fred added, smiling and rubbing his neck, "we did get some wicked scars." Fred pulled up his pant leg to reveal the scar left when he'd been dragged into the house. George pulled back the sleeve of his Weasley sweater to reveal the scar where he'd been dragged. "Mum, we're fine!" Fred said while his mother hugged her twins. After she released them, she had an angry look on her face.

"So why didn't you come home lat night?" she asked.

"Well, I may have fallen asleep in Hermione's arms- yeah, don't ask- and George fell asleep next to Luna," Fred explained. "We woke up at eight thirty this morning. So we got a good ten hous of sleep."

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm so sorry, we lost track of time," said Hermione. "We would've been back for din-"

"Hermione, dear, you can call me Molly or Mum," said Mrs. Weasley calmly. She started preparing breakfast for them.

"Well, George almost died," said Fred, grinning mischievously.

"What?!"

"Yeah, after that dog attack he was half-concious."

"Fred, don't exaggerate," said George, with an grin identical to his twin's. "No, I didn't almost die," he added, looking at his mother.

"Well, thank heaven for that," said Mrs. Weasley. Fred rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'd like to think that you almost died as I was actually concious after I got attacked," he said. "I don't care what you say."

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A/N: Wow. I'm a pro at this. Well, I found an excuse to hurt the twins. Again. At least they didn't end up in the hospital. Again. At least the dogs... Oh wait. Anyway, thanks for reading. And not hating me.