A/N: Yes, I actually did a cliffhanger. Was it a good one? Anyway, here's the answer to the question, "What's under that bush?"

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George was under the bush, gasping for air. That wasn't what distracted Hermione and Ron, though. Even if he was back in his human form, he was bleeding badly from his side. He wasn't unconscious, but he was still laying down. The snow around him was red.

"Ron, go get help," said Fred, kneeling down next to George.

"First of all, I wasn't paying attention to where I was following Hermione at the time, so I don't know where to go," started Ron. "Second of all, how am I supposed to explain why George was attacked?"

"Fine, Hermione, can you go with him?"

"Yeah," she answered, turning into otter form and looking at Ron. He picked her up, and Ron started running.

"I'm holey," muttered George. He was smiling, and Fred laughed. "C'mon, mate, I don't see you trying."

"I don't understand how Ron couldn't find the Burrow," said Fred, looking at George.

"Yeah, I can see it and I'm under a bush," said George, curling up into a ball.

"Cold?" asked Fred; he could see his brother shivering. George nodded, and Fred went to grab stuff for a fire.

Meanwhile, back at the Burrow, Ron was just getting inside, where Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast.

"Ronald Weasley!" she said. "Where have you been? And why are you holding an otter?"

"It's not just an otter, this otter is Hermione," said Ron. He let Hermione down, and she turned back into her human form.

"Hermione — you're an Animagus?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, but we need a Healer in the forest," said Hermione, looking out the window. A thin line of smoke was rising over the trees. "George's hurt really bad."

"What happened now?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, in my house, they were —"

"— attacked by dogs, yes."

"They weren't dogs. They were werewolves." Mrs. Weasley gasped.

"You're not saying —"

"I'm saying Fred and George are werewolves," said Hermione. "I brewed a wolfsbane potion, so nobody's hurt because of them. George's hurt because they were defending their territory."

"Be right back," said Mrs. Weasley. Ron looked at the smoke.

"George must be cold," said Ron. "I hope he's —" There was a crack and Ron's sentence was interrupted as he jumped and knocked over a chair.

"Okay, ask these two, they know what happened," said Mrs. Weasley.

"So, my older brothers, Fred and George, are werewolves. This lovely lady brewed a wolfsbane potion so they wouldn't attack anyone. Last night was their first transformation, and before the sun came up we could hear howling. Of course, we rushed to see what'd happened, and Fred said they'd been attacked. He took us to where they'd been attacked, and a trail of blood led under a bush, where George was," explained Ron. "C'mon, I'll show you."

Hermione transformed into otter form, Ron picked her up, and they showed the Healer where the attack had happened. Fred was putting leaves where George was hurt in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"It's about time you're back," he said, looking up and smirking. "What? I'm just trying to use natural resources to stop the bleeding," he added as the Healer gave him a look.

"In that case maybe you should be using cobwebs instead," said Hermione.

"Well, I won't have to go looking for some, because I see you've come back with a Healer," said Fred, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yep, I'm Christi," said the Healer. "As I understand it, you two are werewolves and were defending your territory last night?"

"Yes," said Fred. "I'm Fred, by the way."

"So George's under the bush?" asked Cristi. Fred nodded. "Is he bleeding terribly bad?"

"To be honest, I don't know," said Fred. Cristi looked under the bush.

"Are you okay, George?" she asked.

"Better now that you're here," George answered, smiling.

"Is he always like this?" asked Cristi.

"Yeah, pretty much," answered Fred. "Specifically around medically educated girls."

"Well, we might have to send him to a Muggle hospital," said Christi. Fred started laughing.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he said. "Us going to a Muggle hospital, I mean. Last time it was because I passed out due to blood loss."

"Yeah, and I had to carry you in," said George.

"Hey, I helped," said Hermione.

"Okay, well, George, can you stand up?" asked Cristi.

"Maybe with some help," replied George.

"Fred, grab under his left arm," said Cristi, looking at George. "I'll grab his other si— what happened to your ear?"

"Curse," said George.

"Right, well, let's get you to a hospital," said Cristi, smiling.

"What about the next full moon, though?" asked George, then he decided to howl. Fred howled back.

"We'll just give you a sleep potion or something," said Cristi. "Or this girl could brew a wolfsbane potion again."

"Of course I'm brewing it again, I can't let Fred get into trouble," said Hermione.

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By Valentine's Day, George was about half healed, his duty as Fred's best man the only reason he was out of the hospital. He and Fred had both taken what they had said about what they were wearing for the wedding seriously. So had Hermione. The twins were wearing their jeans, shirts, and dragon skin jackets and Hermione was wearing her black and white dress.

"I can't believe I have to wait to kiss my lovely bride," said Fred, making Hermione blush.

"Fred," moaned Mrs. Weasley, putting her face in her hand. Fred just smiled.

"Look at it this way," he started. "I complimented my bride." Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes.

A little while later, Fred and Hermione were officially husband and wife.

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"Hey... Uh... 'Mione?" asked Fred, rubbing his neck.

"Yes?" replied Hermione, looking over at him from Asher, who was messing with a feather.

"Do you think that I could go without the potion this time? Make it for George so he doesn't hurt himself worse, but I don't want it," said Fred.

"Fred, what if you attack me or George? Or even Ron, he's been practicing becoming an Animagus," said Hermione.

"Hey, look at the bright side, if I bite you, you'll be a werewolf, and then you'll actually have to fight with me for me to attack you," said Fred.

"Good point, but I won't transform until next month," said Hermione, picking up Asher and putting him on his scratching post; he'd started clawing at the bedpost on Hermione's bed.

"Yeah, but I don't want it," said Fred.

"Fine," said Hermione. "I don't care if you bite me anyway."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Be prepared for pain then," said Fred.

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"Hey, George. How are you?" asked Fred, looking at his twin. After the wedding George had been put back in the Muggle hospital.

"C'mon, mate, I'm fine," answered George. "You're worrying too much."

"I'm your twin, there's no such thing as 'worrying too much,'" answered Fred, leaning against an IV pole. Of course, it tipped, and Fred managed to grab it before it toppled completely. "By the way, someone's here to give you something."

"Really?" said George enthusiastically; his face lit up.

"It's slightly cliché," said Fred, smiling. Luna walked in, holding a pit bull puppy. "We tried to figure out a dog breed that you'd probably be if you were a dog, and eventually we chose this adorable white and ginger pit bull."

Luna handed the puppy to George, asking him what he'd name it.

"Let's see," said George. "I'll call her— Venus."

"Cute," said Fred, letting George's pit bull puppy lick his hand like mad.

"Thanks, we must have taste, mate," said George.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone, I should probably go help Hermione," said Fred, rushing to the door of George's hospital room.

"What's got you in a hurry?" asked George, watching Venus run over to Fred for attention.

"Oh, nothing important. I just told her I wouldn't be too long. Besides, she's my wife, George," said Fred. "See you later."

"'Kay," said George. "Venus!"

Almost immediately the little pit bull that had been trying to jump up Fred's leg ran back to her owner.

"I'll get her a collar," said Fred.

"Thanks." Luna stayed behind, and Fred left, leaving to go to Diagon Alley. He'd been staying in the flat with Hermione since their wedding. When he got back, Hermione was trying to keep Asher from clawing up the furniture.

"Asher!" Fred shouted, running over to Hermione.

"Hey, Freddie," said Hermione. "I'm fine, I don't think I need help." She wiped her eyes. Fred kissed her cheek.

"Now that you're married to me, I can call you Weasley, so," said Fred. "Sorry, Weasley, that's not happening."

"Fred!" Hermione almost sobbed, and Fred, seeing she probably wouldn't handle his jokes at that moment, grabbed her hand, and gently hugged her, grabbing Asher.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear. "Hey, I don't remember getting a cat while I was out, this isn't yours, is it?" Hermione giggled. She snuggled up in Fred's arms, and after about ten minutes she was asleep. Asher was curled up next to them, also asleep. Fred had completely forgotten about Venus's collar; he, too, fell asleep, with his head resting on the wall.

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A/N: You didn't have to wait two weeks... I got internet on Tuesday. I've been working on this as often as I can, but I'm visiting my fun loving aunt, so I haven't had a ton of time. Sorry. The next one should be up faster. If you're wondering where I got Venus's personality, another one of my aunts has a black and white pit bull named Princess so I combined her personality and George's, basically. As for her name I just thought it'd be cute. Venus for pit bull is adorable. I was too lazy to do the whole wedding so I shortened that part. Knowing Fred an George though that was the best wedding ever. I didn't have them go on their honeymoon because of future plans.