"Fred," Hermione whined holding her back as she eased herself off of the sofa, "What the bloody hell are they doing now?!"
Fred ran into the living room, hands in the air. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You need to stay off of your feet Mia."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she stared down at her very huge, very pregnant belly. "It's not my fault someone got me pregnant with twins. Now, stop avoiding the bloody question. What are Albus and James up to now?" She glared at her fiancé, daring him to lie to her.
"They," Fred rolled his eyes, waiting for Hermione to sit down before he continued. "They might have, maybe created an ice skating rink in Lily's nursery."
"In… Lily's… Nursery?" Hermione watched as Fred shrugged, standing to her feet again. She couldn't help but to think of when Ginny and Harry came home from the hospital tomorrow. Why the hell did they agree to watch James and Al while Ginny was in the hospital with Lily, anyway? She should have known not to do this. They have Weasley in them!
"Yeah," Fred chuckled a bit. "When Ron was born, George and I, -"
"And the moral of this story that I don't need to hear right now is?" Hermione asked.
"It could be a lot worse than this."
Hermione groaned as she waddled toward the stairs. "Boys!"
The kids squealed from upstairs and shuffled about, surely trying to hide what they had done.
Note to self: never babysit a Potter again.