February 1st

Fred Weasley had survived the second wizarding war by the skin of his teeth, if it was possible he became even closer to his twin. Although this was years ago it is crucial to the story, as every day Fred spent in St. Mungo's he had a visitor. She would bring flowers and tell him about her day, he loved hearing about the outside world that he had nearly died saving. It was Hermione who had been the one who picked him up from hospital that day he was released. Fred had told George he was seeing Hermione on her regular visits but he didn't know how serious it was until Fred took Hermione to their mum's house for dinner and out of know where announced their engagement. Although the pair was half an hour late, as while they were getting dressed they got distracted by each other... Mrs Weasley was very surprised but very pleased; it was a good match, straight-laced Hermione with her very outspoken, more daring son.

"Are we going out to celebrate?" George asked excitedly as he bounced off the walls, courtesy of the six fire whiskeys he had snuck when his mother wasn't looking.

"You bet ya," Fred said gleefully, he wanted Hermione to bond with George some more. He knew his relationship with Hermione was hard on George, who wasn't use to sharing his twins' attention.

The twins stared at Hermione knowing the bookworm was probably planning a quiet night at home. "Let's do it." Hermione said keenly, she knew it would make Fred happy but also, it is hard not to have fun with the Weasley twins and quite frankly she was just glad Ron hadn't cried upon hearing the news.

Fred smiled to himself as he grabbed Hermione's hand and jumped into the floo. He really did bring out the mischievous side in him soon to be wife. The old Hermione would have become flustered over the idea of being late to lunch due to the great inability to separate themselves from each other and put on clothes.

Fred, George and Hermione sat at the bar of a new little pub in Diagon Alley, "I can't believe I agreed to this." Hermione said as she picked up the shot glass and downed it quickly, followed by a second identical drink. With the Weasley brothers chanting in the background, "one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!"

It did not take many drinks before Hermione started to giggle hysterically. "The giggles mean home time," Fred smiled as his gorgeous fiancée fiddled with her dress.

"Freeeeeed, Hermione whinged longingly, "please can we stay. Please just one dance."

"Okay," Fred smiled as he offer her his hand, she very eagerly accepted, "come on George." She yelled over her shoulder. George hesitantly stood up, dancing was more of a Fred thing.

Once out on the dance floor Fred excused himself to the bathroom, which would have normally annoyed Hermione but thanks to her heavy intoxication and the remaining company of George she wasn't.

Hermione, with her back pressed into George's chest, wrapped her arms behind her head and around George's neck in a way that would have made him uncomfortable in normal circumstances. He politely placed his hands on Hermione's him, however when she flung her hands in the air and began to move lower his hands ended up in a much more awkward location, although he barely noticed.

"Ready to go?" Fred asked upon his return, not seeing the inappropriate location of his twins hands.

Hermione stood up and nodded in a tipsy manner. Lucky they planned on walking to their apartment across the road as it wouldn't be very safe to floo in this condition. They each had another double shot on their way out of the pub.

Hermione nearly fell twice walking up the stairs to their second story apartment, George headed off down the hall to go to bed, leaving Hermione and Fred in the kitchen.

"I wove you Harmionee," Fred said in a very drunken manner.

"I love you too Fwed." Hermione smiled mischievously, "go to bed. I will be dere in a minaret."

Fred nodded as he walked up the same hall George just had to find his bedroom. Hermione found a candy bar that she was searching for and quickly ate it to fulfil the munchies.

Hermione walked into the master bedroom that she shared with Fred, she tried to take her dress of sexily, although ended up in a heap on the floor.

"Ima okay." She insisted as jumped up. This notice had woken the sleeping red head, "Herminay?" The drunk prankster asked.

Hermione answered by drunkenly crawling onto the bed and the well built red head, she planted her lips on his and pulled the covers over them.

Although she didn't know till the morning, this well built redhead in her bed was not her fiancé. Her Fiancé was the one that found them curled up together the next morning.

April 1st

Lunch at the Weasley's had been very quiet, the twins had not talked in two months and it was taking its toll on the family who had no idea how the dispute started. The brothers still worked together, although they had promoted Ginny to store manager and she was to make sure that the brothers were never in the store together. Fred and Hermione had moved out of the flat to an undisclosed location.

"I think you need to talk to George today," Hermione insisted, "It is your birthday."

"You know I don't want to talk to him," Fred said firmly.

"Fred it isn't fair to forgive me and not him. We were all very intoxicated and you know that neither of us would have done that under any other circumstances."

"I don't care about fair, every time I see him I want to slam my fist in his face." Fred said angrily, "why are you bringing this up now?"

"I am pregnant," Hermione blurted out.

"Hermione, that is fantastic!" Fred beamed, he had always loved kids. It took a few second to see the look on his fiancée's face.

"How far along are you?" He asked nervously.

"My healer said two months to the day." Hermione gulped as she told the heart breaking news.

"As in two months ago when we announced our engagement?" Fred asked. Hermione nodded, confirming that the baby was conceived on that very drunken night she had been originally with Fred but by accident ended up with George.

DRAMA.... Now that is a baby-daddy plot....

I randomly thought of this the other day when thinking about twins and their identical DNA (i.e. paternity), it is scary to think about though if you are an identical twin.

Oh and this is dedicated to FaithLavinia (currently working on a very funny Lord Voldy fic, check it out) for her amazing awesomeness :P And great creative input.