A/N: Hey, guys. Had I not gotten Truth or Dare as the top voted fic in my Google Plus poll, or had I not started the poll in the first place, I would've written this. But, as I decided to set up a poll, that got top vote. So now I'm working on this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. There's no telling how many chapters there'll be, nor whether or not the rating will change. It probably won't. Anyway, it's late and I want to get this idea out of my mind so I can sleep. Oh, yeah, and this is kinda like an AU for Order of the Phoenix.
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"Ow," moaned Fred Weasley, putting his hand over his face. "What in the name of Merlin-" He gasped. His clothes were beside him, as well as Hermione Granger's, and Hermione was laying on him. Only now did he remember exactly what happened. Somehow, he'd gotten drunk in the Room of Requirement with Hermione. And then this happened. This. Fred Weasley. And Hermione. Freaking. Granger. There was a moan from the sleeping figure on top of him, and then a gasp.
"Fred...," she said.
"We should probably not tell Mum we did this." Hermione got off of Fred, and they both started dressing.
About a month later, Fred and Hermione were up in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office, holding a clipboard.
"Okay," she said. "Nothing bad... But Hermione..."
Hermione looked at Fred. He was staring at Madam Pomfrey, obviously nervous.
"You're pregnant."
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"Hermione, I'm sorry, I never-"
"Fred, it's fine!" said Hermione, giggling.
"Ugh, what are you two arguing about?" asked Ron.
"Don't- don't kill me, please, we were drunk, but... Uh... You're- you're going to be an uncle, Ron," said Fred.
Ron looked like he was about to punch something. His ears were red.
"Hermione, if he's pranking m-"
"No, Ron, I'm pregnant," said Hermione.
"But you're only sixteen!" said Ron.
"Cool, I'm seventeen," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "Seriously, Ron. It was an accident."
"But- How's George going to react to being an uncle?"
"Good question," said Fred. "George!"
"What? I'm showing Lee the Meowing Mints!" said George from his, Fred's, and Lee's dorm room.
"I need to tell you something!" said Fred.
"If it explains why you weren't here that one night-"
"Actually, it does," said Fred. George ran down the stairs, obviously eager to know where his twin had been. He almost crashed into Fred at the bottom.
"You're going to be an uncle," Fred explained.
"Okay, who'd you do it with this time?" asked George, smiling.
"Would you believe me if I said Hermione because we both had ten pints of firewhiskey? Oh, and this is my first bloody time," said Fred.
"Okay, I'm restricting your firewhiskey intake from now on, mate," said George. "Honestly-"
"Be happy it wasn't Angelina."
"You'd be dead if it were Angelina. Well, congratulations."
"You're not worried that this child's mother is sixteen?" asked Ron.
"Nope," said George. "They might not get another chance now that Voldemort- oh, grow up- has returned. Just be careful, Granger."
"I will be careful," said Hermione. "Meanwhile, I have something to discuss with Dumbledore, and so does Fred."
"Right," said George, chuckling. "I'll leave. I still need to get Lee to try a Meowing Mint."
They watched George leave. Harry walked down the steps from the boys' dorms.
"Harry! Guess what?" said Hermione, running towards him.
"W-what?" Harry asked, looking from Hermione to Ron, then to Fred, and back. "Fred did something, didn't he?"
"Yeah," said Ron, frowning. "Not with George. With her."
"He- wait, what?"
"I'm not explaining," said Ron. "I'm too angry with Fred for it."
"What-"
"Oh, fine," said Ron. "I'm going to be an uncle, and Fred's going to be a dad."
"If you'll excuse us we have something to talk with Professor Dumbledore about," said Fred, smiling.
"Okay," said Harry, sounding slightly frightened. "I'll be talking to Ron then."
Hermione left the common room with Fred. She'd expected Ron to take it like that, but not George and Harry how they did. They got to Dumbledore's office, said the password and were granted access.
"Miss Granger. Mr. Weasley," he said.
"Professor," Fred started, "I- Hermione's-"
"Madam Pomfrey told me," said Dumbledore. "I believe you came to ask what to do."
"Yes," said Fred and Hermione in unison.
"Alright, well, I'll show you to where you can stay, you know, so nobody suspects anything, and we'll say you're sick," said Dumbledore. "It'll draw less attention towards you. As for the summer, you'll just stay at Mr. Weasley's house."
"What about on the train and Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" asked Hermione.
"You could ask someone to pick you up, just to draw less attention to yourself. Mr. Weasley, so your mother has a heads up, I'm going to send Fawkes to her," said Dumbledore, taking out quill and parchment.
"Okay."
When Dumbledore finished writing and sent the phoenix off with the letter, he told them to follow him.
"You can stay here now, or stay after Miss Granger starts showing," said Dumbledore, opening a door to a very large room, much like the Gryffindor common room.
"We'll stay after she's started showing," said Fred. "It should raise less suspicion."
"Okay," said Dumbledore. "Meanwhile, Miss Granger, I suggest being careful. If you haven't told Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley's younger brother, I'd suggest doing it."
"But I have two younger brothers," joked Fred.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley, your jokes are the best of the generation. Dear Hagrid says you give the pranksters of Professor Snape's generation a run for their money," said Dumbledore, chuckling. "Anyway, Mr. Weasley, keep a close eye on Miss Granger. If you notice any signs of pain, take her to Madam Pomfrey."
"I will, Professor," replied Fred. "Don't protest, Granger," he added teasingly as Hermione opened her mouth.
"Oh, there's Fawkes," said Dumbledore. Fawkes landed on a bedpost, then held a letter with Mrs. Weasley's handwriting on it. "Thank you, Fawkes." Dumbledore looked through the letter, then turned to the two teenagers in front of him. "She said she's angry that you did this, Fred, but she's proud all the same."
"She's not going to send me a Howler, is she?" said Fred.
"I doubt she'd do that with something like this," answered Dumbledore calmly. Fred let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. "If you aren't moving here yet, you can go back to your common room."
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"Hey, Fred," said George when they went to bed, "what'd good ol' Dumbles say?"
"Nothing much," replied Fred. "Just showed us where we can stay when the pregnancy gets obvious. And told me to keep an eye on her, you know, because of pain."
"Yeah...," said George. "Even I'm worried."
"I think everyone who knows is, Georgie," said Fred.
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The next morning Hermione woke up on the couch. Fred was asleep in an armchair. He'd certainly taken Dumbledore seriously. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs from the boys' dorms. A few minutes later, Harry was kneeling next to her.
"Hey, 'Mione," he said. "Doing okay?"
"Harry, I'm fine," answered Hermione, giggling a little.
"I'm just making sure," said Harry. There was a yawn from Fred's armchair.
"Good morning, George- or Fred- oh, screw it, whichever one you are," said Harry.
"I'm Fred, mate," said Fred. "I don't think George would come down here in the middle of the night and sleep by Hermione."
"Sorry," said Harry, chuckling.
"It's fine," said Fred. "Not even our parents can tell us apart, you're not alone."
"Hang on. You have a scar above your right eye." Harry tilted his head to the side slightly.
"Bingo. Only you, Ginny, George, Hermione, and I know," said Fred.
"And your parents haven't noticed?" asked Hermione, attempting to sit up.
"Nope," said Fred, walking to Hermione and grabbing her hand to help her up.
"Wait a minute," said Harry, looking like he'd just thought too hard for his own good. "Why were you in the Room of Requirement anyway?"
"Uh... Er... We've been... Uh... Dating in secret?" said Fred. He, for once, had a serious tone in his voice.
"Ron's going to be so mad," said Harry, snickering.
"No, please don't tell him, he'll kill me, literally, then this kid won't have a dad," said Fred.
"Oh, fine," said Harry.
"Thank you," said Fred, putting a hand on Hermione's slowly enlarging belly.
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A/N: Sorry for a short first chapter. This isn't the only chapter, so I'll work on the next one. It should give me something to do other than work on The Weasleys' Slave constantly.
