A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Hermione Jean Granger was married. She had gotten married on a beautiful fall afternoon at the Burrow, orange, yellow and red leaves falling around her and her husband. The happiest day of her life was when she married Fred Weasley.
Eighteen months later it was over. Two weeks after she left her home and husband she found out she was pregnant. Five weeks early she gave birth to twins with Ginny Weasley at her side instead of her husband.
Four years have past and now she was going home. Much to her dismay. Hermione Granger still loved her husband.
"Ginny I don't want to come home," Hermione whined.
"You're my maid of honor. You have to be there. I stood up with you. Its your turn. Please?" Ginny begged. "I promise you won't have to deal with Fred until the rehearsal dinner."
Hermione glared. "I better not. Or the twins and I leave."
"Hermione how long do you plan on keeping this from him?" Ginny asked, "I mean come on. They're exactly like Fred and George. Alexander and Gideon. Hermione come home. Be with your husband."
Hermione wiped her eyes. "Not this again. He said he never wanted to see me again. You and George both are ridiculous."
"Things have change. Answer me this. Why haven't you files the papers? You and Jameson have been dating for three years. He has proposed how many times? Knowing you're still married." Ginny sipped her tea.
"Because I won't get married again. Never," Hermione vowed.
"Do you love Jameson?" Ginny asked.
Hermione exhaled. "He's agreeable."
"Do you love Fred?" Ginny questioned.
Hermione shrugged. "He broke me. I'm broken. No one can fix that," she stated.
George apperated into the living room. He looked at his sister and sister in law. "Morning," George greeted.
Hermione glared at the twin. "I guess I'm coming home."
Ginny jumped up and did a little shimmy. "You can stay with George," Ginny said.
George smiled, "There's enough room. Bring Poppy too."
Poppy was Hermione's house elf. She had put an add for a magical nanny in the paper and Poppy showed up on her doorstep. Hermione just about refused her before learning that house elves were treated as family and not servants in Portugal. Poppy was paid generously and could leave any time she pleased.
Hermione nodded. "I'll do just that. I guess I need to pack."
George nodded. "I'll get the boys ready."
Hermione nodded. She looked over at Ginny. "I need to talk to Jameson. I'll be back." Hermione disapperated, and appeared again in her boyfriend's loft.
Jameson was on his couch, he looked up startled. "Hermione what's wrong? Where are the boys?"
"With Poppy Ginny and George. I'm going to London until after Ginny's wedding," Hermione blurted.
Jameson nodded, brushing his blonde hair back. "I thought you would go."
"Its unavoidable. The time has came," she said.
"Are you filing the papers?" Jameson asked.
"No," Hermione replied.
Jameson went to his end table and pulled out a velvet box. "Take this with you." He pulled out a huge heart shaped diamond ring. "Think about it." He cupped her hand around it.
She nodded. "I will." She apperated back to her home. Ginny sitting on her couch the diamond ring in her hand. "I'm going to go pack."
Ginny nodded. "Do that."
Hermione went up to her room first. She looked out the window into the front yard. Three red heads were chasing each other laughing. Her two Boys and Fred... No George. Not Fred George. George. No more thoughts of Fred Hermione Granger.
She kicked the foot of her bed. A bed no one but her had ever been in. She tossed the ring into her purse and went to her closet. She waved her wand and her luggage started packing itself. She went to her jewelry box and pulled out a small wooden ring box. She opened the lid. Her engagement and wedding ring were nestled in the silk. She'd been looking at them a lot recently. Her heart was in that box. She looked at her left hand a plain silver band with the twins birthstone and names. The only jewelry she wore, a birthday present from her boys.
She tucked the box into her purse with out another thought towards the white gold diamond band and the colorful five stone engagement ring. She sighed before moving to the twins shared room. She flicked her wand and made their bed, laughing as she grabbed Gid's Paddington and Alex's t-rex. She put them into each little boys back pack.
Hermione watched clothes go into suit cases as she packed the boys favorite books and toys in their back packs.
George came into the room. "They're getting washed up. You almost ready?"
"Physically yes. Mentally no. I don't want to do this George. I really don't," Hermione stated, leaning into her old friend's embrace.
"Hermione do you still love him?"
She looked up at him. "George look at Alex and Gid. How could I stop when I see him every day? His eyes, his mouth, his laugh, his humor. I see him every day in them. How could I stop?"
"He hasn't either," George said, "Misses you every day. Please believe that."
"I'm not staying in England," Hermione said composing herself.
"Gotcha," George said, "Let's go get everything ready to floo to my flat."
She nodded. "Let's."
Fred Weasley groaned. He was down in the shop working while it sounded like his brother was having a marathon shag session up stairs. Fred slammed his quill down making the ledger he was working on illegible. He stood from his desk and went to his office door.
Fred turned the handle quickly before stomping up to the third floor of Weasley Wizard Weezes. He pounded on the door to George's flat. "Dear god man give it up. I'm surprised the whole shop can't hear you!"
"Come in," a tiny voice called.
Fred entered the flat. "George?"
George came around the corner. "Hey mate what's up?"
A tiny little read head peaked around the corner. "Uncle Georgie is that man your brother?"
George picked up Gideon. "Yes Gid that's my twin like Alex is yours."
"Your twin. You have a twin like me?" Gideon exclaimed. "Hi I'm Gideon Frederick Weasley. Who are you?"
Fred shook the little hand that was held out to him. "I'm Fred Weasley. Who's your mummy little guy?"
Hermione rounded the corner another little red head on her hip. "Gideon there you are!" She noticed the man standing in the hall. "Fred."
The gears kicked into place. "Are these your boys?" Fred questioned.
Hermione nodded. "Yes." She put the second boy down. "George can you get them to the table for a snack?"
George nodded. He didn't want to be a part of this reunion. He all but ran from the husband and wife.
"Are they?"
"Yours? Fred. I was pregnant when you told me to leave," Hermione said, "I've done my best to do as you ask. To never come back. Ginny wanted me at the wedding. We'll be gone in a week or so. I won't intrude on your life and neither will the boys."
"You've raised two boys in the time you were gone. You were pregnant and you didn't tell me?!" Fred exclaimed.
"I didn't know until after I'd left. At that point I believed you never wanted to see me again," she said.
Fred studied her dumbfounded. "You're alive? Oh my god. You have kids. Twins that are mine and you're alive and okay and in one piece."
"Ob...vi...ous...ly. Who are you and what have you done with the man who threw me out of our home almost five years ago to the day?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione I'm sorry. I'm just...Can I meet them?" Fred apologised.
"Fred don't get their hopes up. They've thought since I said we were coming on holiday that I'd find you and we'd be a family. Don't get their hopes up, because I am the one that has to mend their broken hearts. " Hermione sighed. "I don't want them broken."
"And what about you? How are you? You look beautiful," he rambled.
"I do fine. I'm good," she said.
Fred studied his missing wife. "Why am I not mad? Why am I not screaming and yelling? Why am I relieved that you're in front of me? I never thought I'd see you again."
She exhaled. "Shock I suppose. Fred they're in the kitchen. Go meet your sons. Don't break their hearts."
Fred nodded, his heart pounding as he made his way to the familiar kitchen. George was sitting down with the two boys. George smiled up at him, "Aren't they great?"
"Why didn't you tell me? I'm their dad for Christ sake!" Fred snapped.
"I told him not too," Hermione said, "Now excuse me." She made herself a huge cup of tea and added a splash of brandy.
Fred looked at her. "Come home with me," he begged.
She shook her head. "I knew this was a mistake." She cleared her throat. "George I need to take a walk." She kissed her boys gently. "Have fun boys."
She walked out, returning a few minutes later with two thick photo albums. "This is everything you missed. I wrote you letters every day. Maybe you'll understand." She turned on her heel walking out on him again. But Fred knew this time she would come back.