AN~ This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction and I'm nervous I'm gonna mess something up. I'm not going to try to follow the Harry Potter universe completely but I'll get major events in there, I don't know, maybe not. Don't judge me too harshly. Also, this is gonna be a Triad fanfiction because I'm really into those lately and I've also always liked Fred and George. I've got a thing for twins, okay? XD

Chapter One

I stood in my living room, waiting for Mr. Weasley to come pick me up and bring me back to the Burrow for the Quidditch World Cup. I told Mrs. Weasley that they didn't need to get me a ticket for that barbaric game everyone but me seems to love, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Claiming that I was family and even if I didn't enjoy the game, that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the experience.

I had my trunk beside me with Crookshanks sitting atop it regally, licking his paw and looking around the room imperiously through his squished face. My hand was absently stroking his back as I looked at the fireplace expectantly.

Myself, on the other hand, was dressed comfortably and was humbly looking forward to this. I had a Muggle pair of skinny jeans on and a colorful T-shirt I had bought over the summer in France. But that's not the only thing I had gained in France. My body had finally caught up to my mind and had matured during my summer away.

Now, I looked less like a scrawny, little frizzy-haired girl and more like the confident, intelligent woman my mother claims I am. My chest had finally filled out and my hair relaxed to the point of curling nicely instead of frizzing. My waist was slimmer and my hips flared out more dramatically than they did before, giving me the hourglass figure Lavender and Parvati always talked about.

To tell the truth, I was rather looking forward to seeing Ron's face when he saw how much I've changed. Last year I had developed a sort of crush on the hot-headed ginger and now fancied myself in love with the boy. Hopefully, he would notice the changes and reciprocate the feelings.

Suddenly, our fireplace light up green and out shot three people. One was a middle-aged man with a receding hair line and the beginnings of a pot belly and the other two were identical young men with full heads of vibrant, shaggy hair and blistering blue eyes with matching smirks.

"Hermione," Mr. Weasley boomed warmly, "how are you?"

I smiled, a little disappointed Ron hadn't come to pick me up himself, "Fine. How are you, Mr. Weasley?"

"Good, good," he boomed again before turning to the two young men slightly behind him, "Fred, George, get Hermione's trunk, would you?"

I turned my gaze to the two troublemakers shyly only to find their heavy gaze already resting on me intensely. I smiled at them nervously and smoothed down my hair self-consciously.

"Hello, boys."

They shared quick look before stepping to my side in unison and replying in kind, "Hello, Granger."

I quirked a smile at them, "How have your summers been?"

They grinned at me wolfishly and one, Fred, I think, spoke, "Just spiffing! How was-"

"-your summer, love?" continued the other, George, I think, "I see you did-"

"-a bit of tanning." Fred pushed on as he leaned close to me and tugged on the collar of my shirt, "I wonder-"

"-how far that tan goes on?"

I blinked at them flustered as I suddenly found myself between two very tall, very ginger, and very attractive men. "Umm, my summer was fine. And I did do a bit of tanning in France."

They grinned at wash other again, "Hear that, Forge?"

"You bet I do, Gred."

"Ickle Hermione has been tanning in France."

"And you know what that means."

"That means she's been lying on beaches wearing only a smile!"

"Ain't that a picture?"

"Sure is, Forge."

I blushed and shuffled back a bit from the twins, "N-no, I was wearing a bikini."

I looked up at them through my lashes, cheeks still cherry red and saw them cock their heads in unison before asking, "Bikini?"

"Boys," Mr. Weasley exclaimed suddenly as he popped up between the twins, "give Hermione some space! We've got to get back to house now. Your mother probably has dinner ready by now. Are you ready, Hermione, dear?"

My cheeks were still flushed from the twins as I smiled hesitantly at Mr. Weasley, "Yes, thank you."

I turned and gave my parents each a hug and a kiss on the cheek, respectively, before going over to the fireplace with the Weasleys.

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as my things, along with Crookshanks, were shoved into his arms unceremoniously. At the same time, both Fred and George slipped their arms through each of mine almost possessively.

"We'll take Hermione-"

"-back to the Burrow, Dad."

Mr. Weasley frowned in concern, "Boys, I don't think-"

For some reason, I felt compelled to speak, "It's okay, Mr. Weasley. I don't mind."

He frowned but nodded, "If you're sure, dear. Now go straight home, boys. No messing around. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

With one last look back, Mr. Weasley through the powder into the fire and shouted out "The Burrow" before disappearing into the now green flames.

Now that Mr. Weasley was gone my gut clenched nervously and I tightened my hold on the twins' arms. They looked down at me without a hint of their normal mischievous expression and back at each other.

"We'll take care of you, don't worry," they spoke in unison, again.

This time, though, their tones were soft and reassuring. Almost as if they knew of my fear of Flooing. Their gentle tones brought up memories of my first year when I had gotten a crush on both of them, at the same time. I didn't tell anyone. But why now? Why did those feelings return now?

Is it because for the first time in the four years I've known them I was this close to them? Or is it because of how attractive they are? Either way, my feelings couldn't have picked a worse time to reemerge.

I took a deep breath and nodded my arms tightening around theirs as the one on my right, Fred, I think, took some Floo powder out of his pocket and threw it in the flames. They looked at me reassuringly one last time before we stepped into the green flames.

I squeezed my eyes shut as always and held onto Fred and George tightly. I didn't know if we were at the Burrow and I was afraid to open my eyes. I resolved myself to wait until one of the twins stepped away to open my eyes we I felt lips brush against both of my ears.

"We're here, love."

"You can open your eyes now, poppet."

A shiver ran through me at their whispered words into my ear and I flushed a bright red again before jumping away from them.

These feelings needed to stop, now.

My ears finally registered the noise of the Burrow. Pots and pans clanging noisily in the kitchen, shouted arguments upstairs, and the thudding of feet across the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief and saw my things minus Crookshanks against the wall adjacent to the stairs. I started toward it happily when I was tackled by two small arms.

"Hermione," Ginny squealed in my ear happily.

I grinned down at the girl I had come to think of as one of my best friends fondly, "Nice to see you, Gin."

She gave me one last excruciating squeeze before stepping back and looking over me with wide eyes. There was an excited shout of 'Hermione' in the background as she gave me the look that signaled we needed to talk.

Suddenly, Ron appeared looking disheveled as always but with a painfully large grin. He laughed happily and scooped me up into a hug and spun around a couple of times before setting me back down.

"Where's your cat, 'Mione," a disapproving tone proved that Ron was subtle as always. He never forgets to speak exactly what's on his mind, no matter the circumstance.

I shrugged graciously, "He's around here somewhere, I suppose. Probably terrorizing the gnomes."

I frowned at the thought and made a mental note to keep Crookshanks inside the next time I saw him. Even though they weren't the most pleasant of creatures it didn't mean Crookshanks could eat them.

Suddenly, Ginny grabbed my hand, "Come on, Hermione. I wanna show you the room. Mom let me rearrange it last month."

With one last smile and wave to Ron, Ginny pulled me upstairs. Barely leaving me anytime to grab my trunk in the process.

When we reached her room, she threw me onto the extra bed and slammed the door before turning to me with cheshire smile, "So… What was that I just saw?"

My gut clenched but I forced myself to act normal and shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ginny only smiled wider, "Don't play dumb, missy! I'm talking about what was going on between you and my brothers."

My cheeks slowly started to gain color, "Umm…"

"And I know about that crush you had on both of them in your First Year! You can't deny that you liked them or even like them now!"

"I-uh, um…"

George POV

After Granger was dragged away by Ginny, Fred and I knew we would have to fight to get time together with her. The same way we just knew that she was the one for us at one glance. We didn't even have to talk about it, we both just knew.

We were on our way up to our room to plan when we heard our sister yelling, with a grin at each other we stepped closer to press our years to the door.

"Don't play dumb, missy! I'm talking about what was going on between you and my brothers."

"Umm…"

"And I know about that crush you had on both of them in your First Year! You can't deny that you liked them or even like them now!"

"I-uh, um…"

Fred met my eyes and at the same time a slow grin began to creep over our faces, I guess it wouldn't be as hard as we thought it would to convince little Miss Granger she's meant for us.

AN- Okay! So, that was the first chapter! A little short I know but it was more of a teaser really. Did you like it, though? Tell me if you did. Reviews always inspire me. And if you're new to me then you probably know I don't have a good track record of keeping up fanfictions. I try but I don't succeed. But as I'm really into these Fred/Hermione/George fanfics I don't know. I might go longer on this one. Remember reviews always help.