"They're so beautiful," Hermioen sighed, fawning over the two babies she held gently in her lap. Emma and Bonnie snuggled closer to her, two identical fluffs of red hair graced their heads.
"They look just like their father," Hermione whispered.
"Which one?" Ginny scoffed. "I can't believe you don't know if it was Fred or George that got you pregnant." She sat on the edge of the bed. Despite how beautiful the twin babies were and how happy Hermione seemed she was still angry with her brothers.
"What gits," she said fiercely. "They are going to be on the receiving end of my bat bogey hex the next time I see them."
"Ooh, wouldn't want to be them," Fred said, bouncing through the doors.
"Speak of the devil," Ginny muttered under her breath, moving to sit on the window sill.
"How are my beautiful girls?" George asked, also bouncing in. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked out the window. They were charmed to show mountains and fields and in the distance, she could see a rainbow stretching between two of the mountains.
"They are doing fine," Hermione said. She smiled contentedly, handing off a baby each to the men. She smoothed down her straight hair and smiled at the twin men standing either side of her.
To be honest, when she first pursued them, Fred and George, they didn't notice her. It wasn't until she straightened her hair and started wearing make up that they really payed her attention. They'd been hot and heavy for a few months, with no one discovering their secret. But then that had all changed when she had gotten pregnant. The twins had been ecstatic but it took some convincing for Hermione to be so openly happy about it. When they had finally told Mrs Weasley she had simply hugged them all, happy to finally be a grandmother and practically ran off to start knitting booties. Ron and Harry hadn't taken the news so well. Harry had been angry but Ginny soon calmed his nerves. Ron however had flown into a rage, yelling and throwing things. He accused the twins of taking his woman and no matter how many times Ginny pointed out that he was now with both Lavender and Luna, he wouldn't see reason and refused to stay at the Burrow while the trio was there.
Hermione sighed and shook her head of the unpleasant thoughts of Ron. Now was about bonding with her new family.
"So, are you going to find out who the father is?" Ginny asked from over by the window.
The three exchanges glances and while the men were scared, afraid that they would have the babies taken from them if they weren't the father, Hermione was sure it was the right thing to find out which one did indeed father the girls.
She nodded her head resolutely. "I am."
She was about to call for the Healer to cast the charm to find out the girls' father when Molly and Arthur burst into the room.
"I have the pie!" Molly called wildly, her hair sticking out at all angles.
"We had to go to the muggle bakery," Arthur supplied. "Funny things, those muggles. So inventive."
"What pie?" Hermione asked, thoroughly confused.
"The pie you wanted, dear," Molly said, exasperated. "You threw a bedpan at me when I said I didn't have any pie. Then you sent me to get some." Her eyes landed on the two girls.
"They're here?" she asked, not quite believing that she was finally a grandmother, her life's ambition.
"Yes Mum," Fred spoke up. "I'd like you to meet Emma and Bonnie."
Molly happily accepted the little girl the Fred offered while George handed his little girl to Arthur.
"They're perfect," Arthur breathed, awed.
"It's funny," Molly said, looking closely at the baby she was holding. "She looks just like Ron."
Hermione and Ginny exchanged worried glanced, missed by the rest of the room's occupants.
"So, who is the father?" Molly asked, looking between her two sons. The door opened and everyone turned to see who the new arrival was.
"Yes, Hermione?" Ron said and everyone gasped at the sight of him. "Who is the father?"