Harry Potter is owned by someone who isn't me (pssst, JK Rowling)

Sorry for anyone who had trouble with my goof last chapter ... I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter for chapter two.

Time for George

George was trying very hard not to be jealous, after all, he knew the truth even if their family didn't. But over time, it had become a strain, all those family Sunday lunches, watching Fred and Luna together. In the beginning it had seemed like a perfect solution, the three of them could be together, and no one would be the wiser. After all, Fred and George were always together. When Fred had still been dating Angelina, George had always hung out with them, likewise when George had been dating Alicia, they always included Fred. So it only seemed natural, Fred was dating Luna…and George came along for the ride.

Obviously, no one knew the truth, that Luna was dating both of them. Not to mention that it had actually moved beyond simple dating, it was something more, though none of them could even begin to put a name to what it was. Therein lay the problem. It was only human nature to be jealous when you watched the one you cared about with someone else, even though you knew they cared about you too, even though you knew it was a necessary evil…all part of maintaining the ruse. It didn't help matters at all that Fred enjoyed maintaining it so damn much, nor that George couldn't blame him in the least for enjoying it. He would have enjoyed it too if it had been the other way around. Once again, he had gotten the short end of the toothpick.

But that didn't make it any less torture, watching them hold hands, watching him kiss her, sneaking the occasional touch when nobody was watching. In the beginning, George had tried to be sneaky too, until he had brushed his toe up the wrong leg under the dinner table and Harry had looked at him weird for the rest of the week. After that, he kept his distance.

And so it was this particularly gruesome Sunday found him particularly on edge. Fred had been overly cuddly and Luna had glowed like mad, all thanks to a particularly wonderful night before. George had been equally blissful, but unlike the other two, he had to hide it. His mother had cornered him into helping her with dishes, the last thing he wanted to do. She was washing slow, something she always did when she had something on her mind, yet she seemed determined to take her time to get around to it. Meanwhile, George dwelled on the fact that Fred and Luna were a room away, she sitting in his lap, watching Harry and Ron play wizard's chess.

"It's wonderful don't you think?" She turned and smiled "Seeing your brother and Luna so happy?"

His heart slipped a bit, he'd had a feeling this was what she might be working towards.

"Yes." He replied, wishing even more that she would hurry it up. This was one discussion he did not want to have with her.

"You know George," She handed him a platter, then gave him her most serious look. "Sometimes when people are in a relationship, they need time alone together."

His heart slipped a little more.

"What are you getting at mum?"

"Now I know that you and Fred have spent your whole lives together, but you're getting older now. Sooner or later you're going to have to live your own lives."

"I know." He turned away and opened a cupboard door, thrusting a platter in so forcefully it shook the entire thing.

"I think you should step back a little dear, give the two of them some time to themselves."

"They get plenty of time to themselves." George grit his teeth, they were getting time to themselves right now, while he was in here facing the mum inquisition.

She pulled the plug from the sink and turned towards him "What I mean is that, now that Luna has moved in, maybe you should find your own place. You'd be perfectly welcome to come back here while you look."

George felt a surge of something unpleasant and knew he was seconds from saying something he would regret. He clenched his teeth and tossed his towel onto the counter.

"Thanks mum, I'll let you know."

He looked at the door that led to the sitting room. The thought of going back in, of spending more time watching them together, it was torture. Something he couldn't bring himself to do.

"Tell Fred I'll see him at home, I need to finish up some work at the shop today."

He turned away and went for the back door and apparated back to Diagon Alley. Molly stood silently, wondering at his reaction. The door behind her swung open and Fred and Luna walked in.

"Mum, where's George?"

"He just left." She turned and smiled at them. "He said he had some work to do and he will see you at home."

Fred and Luna exchanged a worried look.

George was oddly quiet that night, and for the first time since the night of Luna's last experiment, he had gone to bed straight after dinner and gone to sleep, locking his door behind him. He was still quiet the next morning, was gone for several hours that afternoon, and that night he did the very same thing, leaving Luna to sleep alone with Fred.

On the second morning Fred decided he had had enough, he was going to find out what had happened in the kitchen to upset him whether George liked it or not. But George came out of the bedroom different that day. He smiled and kissed Luna on the cheek, he chattered happily, laughing and joking as usual. By evening, Fred and Luna began to relax, thinking that whatever it was that had upset him had passed. Then, during dinner, he dropped the bomb.

"So, I've been thinking." He looked up at Fred and grinned, "A dangerous notion, I know."

"What have you been thinking about?" Luna looked nervous, despite George's sudden revert to his normal self; she wasn't particularly ready to believe it.

"You know how we always talked about opening the second shop? Well, I went to Hogsmeade yesterday and found out that the Zonko's building is still up for sale."

Fred and Luna looked at one another, then at back at George.

"And?" Fred crossed his arms, giving George a warning look.

"And… I put in a bid on it."

Fred was angry "Without asking me first?"

"I didn't think I had to, we always talked about it."

"And just who would be running this shop George?" Luna looked at him with a mixture of hurt and anger. George felt a touch of guilt. He had known she wouldn't like it much, but that was the price of doing the right thing.

"Me."

"You're going to run a shop in Hogsmeade, from here?" Luna knew the truth, but she needed to hear it from him. Needed to hear him say that he was really going to walk away and leave her behind.

"I wouldn't be running it from here." He looked down at the table, refusing to meet her eyes. "I'm moving to Hogsmeade."

"You're moving out." Fred glared at his brother. They had talked about a second shop, but they had never once talked about separating to run it. There was no reason to, not when it was so easy to apparate back and forth.

George nodded, refusing to meet their eyes. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Luna sounded panicked "But you don't even know if it will go through! Where will you go?"

"Mum said I can move back there until I get my own place."

"How can you do this?" Luna stood, tears falling down her face "How George? I thought…" She turned away, and then went for the door.

"Luna…" Fred went after her "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere he isn't!" She pulled the door open, but Fred stopped it with his hand.

"Don't leave, please." He looked at her, his eyes afraid. Everything was falling apart, and he had no idea why. He put an arm around her, burying his face in her neck. "Please Luna."

"I need to be alone, to think." She pulled out of his embrace "I'll be back in a little while."

Reluctantly, Fred moved his hand from the door and let her leave. He stared at it for a moment, trying to get his emotions under control before he turned to face his brother again. Right now, he wanted to hurt him, to turn and pummel him and knock some sense into him. It was one thing to be a damned idiot; it was another to hurt Luna in the process. He turned slowly, taking a deep breath and then let it go.

"What the bloody fuck is wrong with you?"

"Let it go Fred." George began stacking dishes, his face so obviously miserable that Fred couldn't help but realize George didn't want this anymore than he and Luna did. "Please, just let it go. This is for the best."

"I'm withdrawing the bid on Zonko's, first thing tomorrow morning."

George shrugged "Then I guess I'm unemployed."

"At least tell me why." Fred crossed the room, forcing George to face him. "Tell me what's behind this."

"Were not kids anymore," George shrugged "we have to live our own lives someday."

"That doesn't sound like you," Fred scrutinized him closely, thinking of who George had been with just before this shift in him. "In fact, you sound just like mum. So, she's behind this, right?"

"Don't blame mum."

"She is though right?"

George's silence said everything Fred needed to know.

"What about Luna?"

George felt a painful twinge. If there was anything that was making him hesitate about this, it was Luna. He hated it, the whole idea of living without her.

"It's not like she will be alone, she'll still have you. It's better for her this way."

"Damn it George, we've talked about his before. You know what she wants, she wants both of us." Fred glared at him, for the first time in his life, he was disgusted by him. He wanted to knock him to the floor, to pummel him until he saw reason. "You saw how upset she is by this; you don't actually think your leaving is better for her."

George turned away from the sink, his face a mixture of anger and agony. "And what we've been doing is any better? Both of us fucking her, taking turns on her, like she's some sort of whore?"

Fred jerked back, shocked at his brothers words. He had never thought of what they were doing in those terms, and he had never thought of it because that wasn't what they were doing. It wasn't just mindless sex, there were feelings involved, even if they hadn't put a name to them. There was a commitment, a commitment to be there for one another. A commitment that George was walking out on. It occurred to Fred now that maybe George didn't see it that way, maybe he had never seen it that way.

"If that's what you think this is…" His voice dripped with distain, he turned away, unable to bear the sight of his own brother for another minute. "If that's what you think she is, then you're right. It is better for her that you leave. So go, but I'm not having any part of your hurting her. I'm cancelling the bid in Hogsmeade first thing in the morning, I'll buy you out of your half of the shop."

George felt like vomiting while he watched Fred go into his room and slam the door. He looked around; by this time tomorrow this wouldn't be his home anymore. The flat was oppressively quiet, the absence of Luna's laughter, of her smile, made him ache. There were traces of her everywhere. A pile of books lay on the desk where she had spent the afternoon working on an article, a jacket hung from a peg by the door and when he went into his room and threw himself down on his bed, her scent rose up from the pillow.

He realized, this was life without her, but not just her…it was life without Fred too. By tomorrow, he wouldn't be part owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He wouldn't be Gred and Forge anymore.

And for some reason that he couldn't remember, it was supposed to be for the best.

George woke the next morning to a quiet sound of things being softly tossed about. He rolled over to find Luna pulling things from hangers in his closet. She looked over her shoulder warily; the look in her eyes making clear that she hadn't intended to wake him.

"Sorry, I tried to be quiet."

She turned away, her arms full of clothes, and went into the front room. George looked around his room, she had removed every trace of her belongings and he wasn't surprised. When she moved in, she had spread her things between the two bedrooms, saying she wanted to feel like she was living with both of them. Now it only made sense that she would move everything to Fred's room. Why retain any connection to him when he was gone? Seeing it, her presence gone, shook him harder than anything else that had happened since the night before. Even harder than Fred telling him, he would buy him out of the shop. It was visible proof, shocking, real.

George got out of bed, a need building in him to at least leave things between them on good terms. When he found her in Fred's room however, she was pulling things from his closet too…and she was putting them into her suitcases.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his tone alarmed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gave him a bland look. "I'm packing."

"I realize that, but why?"

"Because you broke things off, there's no reason for me to stay now." She turned and began into the bathroom.

"Yes there is," George followed her, blocking her path.

"What?"

"Fred, that's what."

"Fred and I talked it out before he left this morning, he understands." Luna's face broke and a smattering of tears wet her cheeks. "He was hurt, but he understands."

"Well I don't."

"Well I don't give a shit if you do or not!" Luna yelled, pushing hard against his chest and moving past him. "You don't give a damn about how I feel, so I sure the hell am not going to waste a minute on you!"

"Damn it Luna, I'm trying to do the right thing!" George yelled back, rubbing his chest. "There is no reason you and Fred can't be together!"

"How the bloody fuck am I supposed to be with Fred when being here reminds me of being with you?" She raged, "I love you both, I need to be with you…both of you! I told you a long time ago, I can't make a choice between you. Everything about this place reminds me of you, the time the three of us spent together. The three of us, not two George, THREE! That's how it was supposed to be, that was the commitment we made until you tore everything apart. I don't need the reminder and neither does Fred, because being with me reminds him of why you two won't be together anymore too!"

George was staggered by her words. He had never stopped to think, never considered the far-reaching impact of what his leaving might mean. He scrambled his thinking, forced himself to try to see things from Fred and Luna's perspective. It wasn't nice seeing things that way. There would be blame, and sadness and pain. Enough so that eventually it would tear them apart? Luna was an extremely passionate person, she didn't always handle stress and pain well. Fred was much better at hiding things, he kept them bottled up until the slightest thing detonated them and then the explosion was nasty. What Luna was saying was true…they might have gone along fine for a few weeks, a month or two…but eventually, they would have come apart.

So what was the solution then? For all of them to go their separate ways? Should Luna go back to her lonely life, sad and heartbroken because of him, should he and Fred live apart now, angry and bitter because of what he had done? It hardly seemed fair, that all three should suffer because of his jealousy. When he forced himself to be honest, to truly look at it, it was his jealousy that had brought them to this point. It was true that Fred's exuberance didn't help matters, but wouldn't it have been easier to talk it out with him? To come to some sort of compromise?

He had the power to change this, to make things right again. But he was running out of time. Luna was closing her suitcase, she was crossing the room, she was opening the door.

"Stop…" His voice broke and he rushed to stand behind her. He lifted his hands so the rested on either side of her, gently closing the door. "Don't go."

"I'm leaving George; nothing you say is going to stop me."

"What if I told you I love you, and I promised not to leave?"

Luna gasped and the suitcase fell from her hand. She didn't turn around, but her shoulders began to shake violently. George turned her gently, knowing what he would see even before they were face to face. Luna was sobbing.

"If you're just saying that to make me stay with Fred…" Her lips shook and she had that no-nonsense look, like she would jinx him if he gave the slightest clue he didn't mean it.

"I would never just say that."

"If you love me, then why were you going to leave?"

George turned away from her, and then sagged into a nearby chair. The time had come to confess, he was afraid of telling her he was jealous…she hadn't reacted well the last time jealousy had entered into their relationship for one thing. But he had two choices, he could lie…something Luna would know he was doing immediately and jinx him, or he could tell the truth and she would be understanding.

"It got to me, watching you are Fred together at my parent's. Not being able to have anyone know how we really feel about each other. I feel like,… like the annoying tag along, like I don't belong here."

"Don't be silly." Luna knelt on the floor in front of him. "Of course you belong here, and as long as we know how we feel about each other…what does it matter who knows?"

"I know…" George sat forward and wrapped a curl around his finger "It's just hard sometimes, it doesn't help that Fred enjoys keeping up the front so much." He grinned a little

Luna laughed, "That's true, we'll have to talk to him about that. There's more, isn't there? Something else you haven't told me."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you left right after being alone with your mother."

George considered brushing it off, but he knew that she would know. Luna had a sense about her, she always saw through their bullshit.

"She told me that I should move out, so you and Fred could have your space."

Luna's eyes narrowed angrily and for a moment, he thought she might apparate to the Burrow and tell his mother off. Instead, she took a deep breath and looked to be counting to ten. She studied him carefully; he looked wounded, like an abused animal. They had come up with the idea of saying she was dating one of them to stop people from asking questions, mostly his family. It would explain why she spent so much time at the flat, why she often spent the night. And so they had drawn toothpicks to decide which one... Fred had come out on top. When she looked back on things though, it seemed Fred always came out on top. It was Fred who had been with her first, technically been her first, though in her heart it was both. George needed something, his own time. It just so happened that Fred was away for the morning, and Luna had never been with one of them all alone.

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. I can't believe you let that bother you; you know that you belong with us. There is no Fred and Luna, only Fred, Luna and George. I think maybe it's time to make some changes."

"I don't understand."

Luna grinned and rose to her feet, pulling George with her. "Fred won't be back for hours, we have plenty of time."

George grinned a little, understanding seeping in. "We've never been together just us."

"I know, I think maybe, since Fred get's his time when we are with your family, you should get some time too. Besides, I have a little experiment I'd like you to help me with."

Luna went to her suitcase, opened it and pulled out a blue bag, then went back to George and pulled him into the bedroom.

"Experiment?" He raised an eyebrow, a huge grin on his face. "I thought our lab rat days were past."

"Oh, those are." Luna pulled her dress over her head, and then went to work on the buttons on George's pajamas. "This is something for us…the three of us." She tossed his shirt off, then yanked the pants and boxers off in and single tug and pushed him down on the bed. George licked his lips greedily when she took off her bra, the slight of her huge crimson nipples raising his appetite as always. She kicked out of her panties, and then pushed him to his back and slid over him, kissing him deeply.

George pulled back, dragging them up against the pillows.

"Tell me what you're up to."

"Promise me you'll do it first."

"Not until you tell me what you want." George had been tied up one time too many to make blind promises.

Luna sat up, straddling him and rubbing against him in the hopes that she might distract him enough that he might not be as shocked as she was sure he would be. She had done some shocking things to them in the past; it hadn't been that long since she had tied them up, silenced them and then forced them to watch her masturbate after all. That was sure to leave scars…no matter how many blowjobs she had given since in atonement.

"You remember the first night we were together?"

"Which part?" George raised an eyebrow "The part where you tied me up and I had to suffer for hours watching you and Fred go at it, or the good part where the three of us were together?"

Luna giggled, "It wasn't hours."

"Yeah? Tell that to my cock, it still hurts whenever I think about it."

Luna rolled her eyes "I'm talking about the second part, when we were together."

"What about it?"

Luna lay low against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. George cupped her ass, sliding her against his hardening cock.

"I started having this fantasy that night, one I haven't been able to shake."

"Fantasy?" George laughed, "I'd have thought we'd covered everything by now."

Luna slid up so his head was resting snugly against her ass, she looked at him meaningfully. "Not everything."

"Luna," George took the hint "No, now way."

"George," She looked at him, her eyes huge and pleading. "I want to have you both make love to me at the same time, to feel you both inside me."

"Fred's not even here."

"That's why I want to experiment, to see if I can do it."

"I know about doing it like this, I've heard it is very painful…" He kissed her softly "I don't … I won't hurt you."

Luna groped around the bed for the blue bag, when she found it she pulled out a small pot and a bottle. "That's why I got this. The crème numbs the rim around the entrance, that's the only part that hurts, and this is a lubricant."

"Luna…"

"I've already been practicing you know." Luna pushed up on her elbows, with my fingers, and with this…" She pulled the last item out of the bag and it was a small dildo. "I had no problem."

"I'm a bit bigger than that."

Luna gave him an annoyed look "I would have practiced with my vibrator if you and Fred hadn't destroyed it."

George tried not to laugh when he remembered the intense satisfaction he had felt when he dropped the broken vibrator in the trash.

"Please George," She pursed her lips into a pout "after last night, you sort of owe me."

"That's dirty."

"I know," She didn't look the slightest bit guilty as she slid up his body again, her tongue flicked over a nipple and she reached down to stroke his cock in slow, lazy movements. "But I really, really want this."

George moaned in resignation. He couldn't deny Luna anything, particularly not when her lips were moving down his body, taking bites while she licked him.

"Please George," She slid the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking so hard that he didn't just see stars, he saw entire solar systems. She pulled him out, licked around the head, and looked up at him. "Please?"

By that point, with her hot warm mouth around his cock, he would have agreed to have anal sex with himself…if that were physically possible.

"Alright," He panted, his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. "What…whatever you want."

Luna grinned smugly to herself. He was putty in her hands…or make that mouth. She picked up the small jar and twisted the lid off, putting a small bit on her finger, then rubbed it along and just inside her opening. There was a small tingle while she could feel it working, then she let his cock fall out of her mouth and moved up his body again. He looked nervous and somewhat afraid; she tried to reassure him with her eyes.

"Just go slow George, you won't hurt me." She kissed him hard, pulling him until he lay over her, and then opened her legs wide. She squeezed a bit of the lubricant onto his finger and pressed it against her, moaning with the sensation. George refused to move. He looked scared, petrified in fact.

"Please George, you said whatever I want."

"You used unfair tactics." George grinned a little. "You were sucking my cock, you know I'll give you whatever you want when you're doing that."

Luna giggled; she knew it only too well. She sat up slightly and kissed him so hard that their teeth clashed together. Then, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Imagine it George, the three of us together, you and Fred inside me at the same time. Both of you giving me pleasure, feeling pleasure, so warm and tight that you can't stand it. Maybe all three of us coming at the same time, can you imagine what that might feel like?"

George could imagine it, truth was, and he had heard a lot more than that it was painful. It was supposed to be pretty fucking good too. He forced himself to relax, to push all thoughts from him mind and react with his body, with her encouragements. She hand her hand on his, trying to push his finger inside her. He let go of the resistance and slid part way inside. It was difficult at first, the barrier did not want to give way, but Luna's moans of pleasure encouraged him. He moved slowly, his mouth moving to suck at her breasts while he worked his finger inside of her. She hadn't given a single protest of pain; her only sound was a constant plea for him to move faster. His whole finger was inside, moving with ease in and out.

He felt her hand between them again; she had the bottle, squeezing more lubricant on a second finger. He looked at her questioningly, but her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was panting slightly, soft moans coming now and again. The second finger slid in easier than the first, much faster and he pumped them in and out lazily. His cock was hard, nearing being uncomfortable.

"Luna," he gasped, "I need you."

She looked up at him, her eyes so trusting it filled him with a mixture of pride and disgust at what he wanted so badly to do to her. He knew it would hurt, despite their precautions. It was still going to hurt her. "Then take me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

Luna sat up and squeezed a large amount of lubricant over his cock, then spread it with her hands.

"You won't hurt me." She kissed him softly, then turned to lie on her stomach and pushed her hips up in the air. She pushed back against him, feeling his cock slid against the crack of her ass. "Please George, you promised."

He was tempted, for a moment, to slide into her pussy. She wouldn't stop him, she would be angry as hell later, she would probably jinx him…but she wouldn't stop him. He couldn't do it. This was what she wanted, like being with him and Fred, Luna had a right to speak for herself…it was for no one else to decide.

He lined himself up with her opening, sliding in a tiny bit. Then he stopped. "You'll tell me to stop if it hurts too much?"

"Of course I will," She looked over her shoulder at him. "I promise."

He slid partway in; surprised by how effortless it was…but then they had used almost the whole bottle of lubricant. Luna moaned loudly, her hands fisted tight in the blankets by her head. She pushed her hips back towards him, obviously wanting more. He slid out slightly, then even deeper, making small gentle thrusts, in then out, each thrust taking him deeper inside her until he was all the way in. It was an incredible sensation. Far tighter than normal sex, the feeling much different because it was much more taboo…even more taboo than he and Fred both being with her at the same time. As he slid out again he realized that the sensations would be doubled when he wasn't alone inside her. She would be even tighter, it would be even more taboo. He grunted loudly and his body began to shake.

"More George!" Luna thrust back against him. It felt so much better than she had imagined. It had hurt like she knew it would, but not unbearably so, the pain had added something to it in fact. It was shocking, like there were a million more pleasure spots here and he was touching every one at once as his cock moved in and out.

He grunted loudly with each thrust, he was moving faster now, easier, and he could feel how much she was enjoying it too. He slid a hand around her to massage her clit and she was dripping wet.

"Fuck me George!" She screamed, her hands gripping the pillows. His body thrust roughly into hers and he pulled his fingers out of her and put them on her hips, increasing the force of his thrusts.

"George!" She panted loudly "I'm gonna cum!" There was a loud ripping sound and a pillow was torn open, a pile of feathers burst forth and flew around them while Luna's body began to shake and her orgasm consumed her. She screamed out loudly, louder than George had ever heard before, so loud that he stopped out of the fear that he had hurt her.

"Don't stop!" She yelled and he resumed his thrusts, but only for a moment before own body began to shudder with the force of his orgasm. He fell forward onto her back, pushing her from her knees to her stomach. He rolled off her, pulling her to spoon against him. They lay panting among the pile of feathers from the torn pillow, neither particularly fussed about cleaning up the mess.

George kissed the back of her neck, then down over her shoulder before turning her face to his. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," She kissed him, her eyes glowing and alive. "I knew you wouldn't"

She was thankful, happy to see that the pain and anger from before was gone. She should have seen it coming, that eventually there would be a problem. Even with brothers as close as Fred and George, it would be hard on George to see them together; feeling shut out, unable to be a part of what you rightfully belonged to. Molly Weasley's interference certainly hadn't helped matters.

"I'm sorry we hurt you." She turned to him, her eyes sad "Me and Fred, we didn't mean to."

He smoothed the hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. Fred had his firsts, now he had his own. It evened the scales a bit.

"I never thought you did." He kissed her lips. "I never meant to hurt you either."

"I know you didn't" She sighed and cuddled closer against him. "You would never hurt me."

Fred looked down at the sleeping two. Their naked bodies lay entwined on the destroyed bed, a half empty bottle of lubricant lay on the floor next to a jar of some unknown thing….and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was. Or maybe he did, they had obviously enjoyed it enough that they had managed to destroy a pillow and get feathers all the way out into the front room. He certainly wasn't going to have any part in cleaning it up, he sure as hell hadn't had any part in destroying it.

He grinned a little, even knowing he should be at least slightly perturbed that they had been together without him. Luna had been gone all night, and when she came back, she said she was leaving. There had been no talking her out of it, no begging on his part had made a difference, not even when he had told her that he loved her. She had said she couldn't be with one and not the other. He knew that it was true, he would just be a reminder to her now, just as she would be a reminder to him.

But that didn't seem to be an issue now, she was still here. George hadn't even packed.

Obviously, something had changed while he was in Hogsmeade.

"Oy," He sat down on the side of the bed next to George and smacked the back of his head "Sleeping beauty, it's time to wake."

George blinked his eyes open, and then looked up at Fred. "Hey."

"This mean Luna's staying and you're not moving back with mum and dad?"

George grinned and nodded "Do I get to keep my job?"

Fred sighed and George looked at him nervously. "You didn't already have the papers drawn up did you?"

"No, of course not. I reckoned Luna saying she was leaving would make you see what an idiot you were being. But, just so you know, if you stay, you make a commitment for the long haul. I'm not going to put up with you hurting her. I will kick your arse if you ever make her cry like that again."

"I won't hurt her again, I love her, and she knows that now."

"Told her did you?" Fred smirked "To get her to stay?"

George grinned and nodded "Yeah. You too?"

Fred nodded "Too bad she's not researching her article anymore, this would be a good one."

"Interesting at any rate, how far twins will go to keep their girlfriend from leaving them….the girlfriend they share."

"Only worked for one of us though." Fred laughed, "You must have done something right, you not only got her to stay, you got sex.

"Do I want to know how you ruined the pillow?"

George threw his head back and laughed. If he only knew…

"You'll find out soon enough."

George tried to hide his grin when he felt a certain toe run up the side of his leg. It was Sunday again, but for the first time since they had started pretending Fred was dating Luna; he wasn't minding dinner at the Burrow. Luna had been giving him a lot of extra attention lately, they hadn't been alone together since the morning he had almost left, but she had been doing other things to make him feel loved. Extra hugs, extra kisses, extra things in bed...she had even tied Fred to a chair and made him watch once…and Fred was fine with this. Particularly now that he knew the truth behind what had almost pulled them all apart.

He'd been angry with George for not being honest with him, and even angrier with his mother for not minding her own business.

"Well, I suppose I best get to these dishes." Molly sighed and picked up the plates. "Now who would like to help me? George, you always do such a lovely job…"

George took a deep breath and started stacking plates.

Fred looked at Luna and nodded. They were fairly sure that Molly was going to start as soon as she had George alone in the other room.

"I'd be happy to help Mrs. Weasley." Luna smiled, and then winked at George.

"Oh, but you're a guest, it wouldn't be right."

"I don't mind, really. Besides, you always say now that I live with Fred and George I am like family."

Molly smiled, oblivious to the true meaning behind Luna's words…that she was living with both of them.

"Well, if you insist."

The dishes were stacked and Luna watched quietly while Molly started washing. They were half-way through when Luna put the rag down and turned to Molly.

"I was hoping for a chance to speak with you alone."

"Oh?" Molly looked over her shoulder at Luna, "what was it you wanted?"

Luna put on her sweetest smile then she prepared to let Molly Weasley have it.

"I wanted to tell you to butt out of things that are none of your concern." Molly turned so fast that the plate she was holding shattered on the floor. She stood gaping at Luna, her eyes huge. Generally speaking, no one spoke to her like that.

"Excuse me?"

"You have no idea the trouble you caused last week, telling George to move out. I almost moved out too and Fred and George almost broke up the business because of it!"

"Why I…"

"Being there with both of them makes me happy, Fred and I like having George there, we spend our time together, were like our own little family, we love each other, and if you don't like it that's just too damned bad!"

Fred poked his head through the door, and then shoved his way through, motioning for George to follow. What was taking place inside was not good. Their mother stood, her face red, lips pursed, hands fisted on her hips. Luna's posture was close, pink staining her cheeks, her eyes narrow and angry.

"Now you listen here Luna Lovegood…"

"No, you listen here Molly Weasley!" Luna raised her hand, shaking a finger in Molly's face "We are all adults, we aren't doing anything wrong! If Fred and I want to live together and have George be a part of our lives, that is our business and I won't have you interfering in that again! Do you understand me?"

Molly shrank back and nodded. Fred and George looked at one another, their mouths open, then at their mother.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have an article to write. I'll be going to home now. "She turned to the twins " George, you still need to clean that feather mess in your room and Fred, don't you have inventory to order?"

"Ye..yes Ma'am." They stammered

"Then let's go." Luna picked up her wand from the table, and then went out the back door to the yard. "Get a move on, we don't have all day."

Fred and George looked at their mother nervously for a moment, waiting for the explosion now that Luna was gone. Instead, she shook her head, a small smile curving her lips before she started to laugh.

"Well, you heard her…get going, you don't have all day."

Fred and George were laughing when they entered the flat. Luna sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, grinning.

"How'd I do?"

"Well and properly cowed." Each took a hand and kissed it, and then they kissed her cheek.

"Couldn't have done it better ourselves."

Luna grinned and slid off the counter, taking George by the hand to lead him into the bedroom.

An agreement had been forged between them now that, since Fred got his time with Luna on Sundays, now George got his time alone with her when they returned home…this would be their first and Luna had made him promise that they could practice some more. She wasn't quite ready for the three of them to do it together, but she had told him that she had bought something that would help her be ready. George was fairly sure it was a new vibrator, but as long as he was involved with her using it, he didn't have a problem with it.

With a deep sigh, Fred headed for the door that lead to the shop. He didn't want to be around for this…George and Luna could both get pretty loud.

"C'ya Fred." George grinned; Luna already had his shirt open.

"Yeah, yeah." Fred pulled the door open, and then turned back for a second.

"Just make sure you clean up the feathers, I'm not helping this time."