"It's straight out of the OC," Hermione smiled.
"What?" Fred asked confused.
"A muggle TV show," Hermione explained.
"What?" Fred asked again.
"Oh never mind," Hermione said.
"We'll take it." Fred joked, he was astounded.
"It's just been built so there's still a woody smell to it, but that can be fixed with an air freshener spell." The realtor smiled and came to a halt in front of the big house.
"It's huge." Hermione looked up at it in awe.
"I know just wait until you see the inside." the realtor led them in and Hermione gasped as they walked into the gigantic living room with huge glass doors looking to the ocean.
"What's the going rat?" Fred asked looking around as they entered the kitchen. Hermione and himself were looking for something within a price range of 400,000 galleons.
"Surprisingly not that much. Because it's a new house and it's the first one of it's kind…" The realtor was interrupted.
"Every other house on this street looks the same." Hermione pointed out.
"They only have four bedrooms and don't have both a study and a den. Plus only one other one on this street has a poolhouse." The realtor informed.
"We should tell George about this, he and Angelina were looking for a bigger place." Fred said smiling.
"The price is 320,000 galleons." The realtor stated.
"That's pretty cheap." Hermione said bluntly.
"I know you can put an offer in and because there was no existing owner, unfortunately the price cannot be bargained but at that price and if you were planning on having kids.." The realtor looked pointedly at Hermione's stomach, "Then I wouldn't turn down this house."
"We won't. When can we get an offer in?" Hermione accepted for the both of them.
"In ten minutes if you wish." The realtor said.
"Great let's do it." Fred agreed.
"You know that if someone else bids you may have to go higher?" The realtor asked.
"We're prepared for that." Hermione nodded.
"We really want the house." Fred said smiling.
"Okay then, I'll meet you outside.' The realtor left.
"It'll be perfect for raising our kids, no disruption and in a small peaceful neighbourhood with no crime ever happening they should be happy and safe." Hermione smiled.
"We will be." Fred agreed smiling.
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The movers began to levitate in the furniture to Hermione's would be study. Once all the furniture was inside, Hermione began levitating the furniture into the best places possible.
"Hermione, the doctor said not to do any magic right now. You're eight months pregnant," Fred said.
"I know but it has to be perfect," Hermione said pouting.
"I'll do it, you just tell me where it will go," Fred said taking out his wand.
"No it's okay, I'm finished anyways," Hermione said, surveying the room. Her large, oak desk faced a window which looked out at the ocean. There walls were covered with books and there were two comfortable chairs in front of a marble fireplace.
"Let's go to the baby's room," Hermione said, clutching her stomach.
"All right," Fred said helping Hermione to the next room. The baby's room had a door connecting to the study, so Hermione could check on the baby while she was writing her next best-selling book. Once the baby got older, they would remove the door. The baby's room also had a big window overlooking the ocean. There was a crib, change table and rocking chair in the room, along with many toys and a shelf full of bedtime stories. Hermione clutched her stomach as tears of joy and sorrow began to form in her eyes. She hoped that she would not lose her child like she had the twins.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Fred asked.
"Ya, it's just that…I don't want to lose another one," Hermione said tears spilling out.
"You won't," Fred reassured her, "the doctor said that it was going to be fine, even if you do go into early labour."
"I know, I'm just so scared," Hermione said, looking up at Fred.
"It's going to be all right. We have a new home, a new life, George living next door. Nothing bad can happen," Fred said pulling her into a tight hug.
"You're right," Hermione said, wiping away her tears, "I'm being silly."
"Hello?" came George's voice from downstairs.
"We're up here!" Fred yelled, "Hermione don't worry. I'm going to make sure nothing happens to our child."
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"Thank you everyone for coming. Fred and I just wanted to say that we love you all and are happy you could all come share our big day." Hermione announced it was later that night and they were having a house warming party with all of the Weasley family. Bill , Fleur and their adopted kids, Bob, Billy, and the twins Angelique, and Dominique. Charlie, Melly and their kids Sarah, Danielle, Mary, and the twins Nathaniel and Alex. George and Angelina with their triplets, Michelle, Amy and Kyle. And finally Ron and Ivy with their kid Rupert. Also there were Mr and Mrs Weasley, the newlywed Harry and Ginny, Remus and Tonks, Mad-eye and Dumbledore. The Wesley get together was going full speed. With a crazy thunderstorm going on outside. The three-year-olds Alex, Nathaniel, Dominique, and Angelique were all upstairs and with Sarah, the eight-year-old. The one-year-old triplets were all crying because of the storm and newborn Rupert was upstairs sleeping.
"Ahh!" Screams erupted around the room as the power flickered and eventually went out.
"So much for the party." George said rolling his eyes.
"I'll get candles." Hermione said, "We'll still have the party."
"I refuse to let you waddle around in the dark." Fred said, "I'll get them."
"Are you calling me fat?' Hermione asked.
"Yes." Fred called over his shoulder.
"You're not fat Aunty Mione, you're just pregnant." Mary said surely.
"Don't say that Mary. It's mean." Danielle scolded.
"Shush girls, it's okay." Hermione said sitting down.
"Mommy, I'm scared of the storm." Sarah came running down the stairs.
"Where are your brothers? And your cousins?" Melly asked looking behind her daughter.
"Upstairs." Sarah said simply sitting down on a couch.
"Oh sweetie you can't just leave them like that." Melly ran off in search of Fleur so they could get their kids.
"I would never make mummy…angry…I wouldn't leave them upstairs." Danielle said proudly.
"Oh shut up." Sarah said.
"Eight-year-olds these days." Mary shook her head running of in search of her daddy.
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The power was still out four hours later. Dumbledore tried all the spells he knew to try and get it to come on. All the children had gone to bed and were fast asleep, scattered in the many rooms of the house. The adults were sitting in the dining room, having snacks and booze, except for Hermione of course.
"Harry and I are thinking about buying a house here too," Ginny said happily, "Wouldn't it be great if the whole family lived by each other?"
"That's a good idea. Maybe we should look for a place here too," Ron said.
"Harry," Ginny whispered jokingly, "We can't live too close to him."
The whole dining room burst into drunken laughter, except Hermione. "Bill and I are going to head home," Fleur said, her French accent slurring her already drunken speech.
"I'll fly," Bill said, picking Fleur up as she fell to the floor laughing.
"I'll walk you to the door," Fred said, trying to get up but falling to the floor also.
"I'll go," Hermione said getting up and heading toward the door, guiding Fleur along. Bill went up to get the children and they headed home. "Thanks for coming," Hermione called, as the rain poured down.
She headed back to the dining room, drunken laughter filling the air once more. It's going to be a long night. Hermione thought.
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"Charlie?" Hermione asked, he had had only 2 drinks and was by far the least drunk of them all – aside from Hermione.
"What's up?" Charlie asked putting a friendly arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"I just wanted to talk to you about something." Hermione explained.
"What is it?" Charlie laughed as they heard pandemonium form the other room.
"I just wanted to say thank you…I was kind of preoccupied and never really got the chance to say how much I appreciated you saving me." Hermione started.
"Mione really it's okay." Charlie started.
"No please let me talk. I love Fred so much and the thought of never seeing him, Harry, Ron, Ginny or Ivy again was nearly killing me in that cell. I hoped for weeks and weeks that I would see them again and eventually my hope just sort of died out, I no longer thought about seeing them again all that mattered was knowing that they were safe and that my unborn child was safe. I sort of stopped feeling anything except the torture of course and no emotion possessed me at all. In a way it was a good thing but it sort of made me really appreciate you coming to get me. If it had been anyone else I don't know if I could have handled it. If it was someone I didn't know I wouldn't have trusted them and if it had been Fred, Harry, Ginny or Ron I would have broke down and not been able to do anything at all, so I just want you to know how much I appreciate it." Hermione said all of this while facing out the window.
"Hermione I…" Charlie was surprised at the tears that had sprung to his eyes during her speech.
"Don't. I don't want your pity, no one else knows that." Hermione told him.
"I won't say anything." Charlie promised he went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder causing her to flinch.
"Thank you." Hermione looked down at the ground trying not to let him see her tears.
"You okay?" Charlie asked.
"No." Hermione said.
"What? What's wrong?" Charlie asked turning her to face him.
"I think my water just broke." Hermione fainted.
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"Bring her upstairs," Melly said.
"I think it would be better just to bring her into the living room," Dumbledore replied handing out potions that would make everybody sober.
"Good idea," Melly said and everybody heaved Hermione's limp body onto the floor.
"Somebody go get pillows and blankets for her," Ivy said immediately taking control, "Fred, Ron, Harry and Ginny try to wake her up. Dumbledore, go upstairs and get my medical kit. Melly, Charlie get some food and water. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, check on the children and make sure that they don't come downstairs."
Everyone immediately went to do their jobs. As soon as the blankets came, Ivy began to set them around Hermione, who had been woken up a few minutes ago. Dumbledore handed Ivy her medical kit and Melly and Charlie came with food and water. "Okay," Ivy said, "Hermione, I can't see the baby yet but as soon as I do you have to push as hard as you can. Got it."
All Hermione could do was nod, for she was in terrible pain. "Wait a second," Fred said, "You're not a healer."
"I can't just tell the baby to wait Fred," Ivy explained.
"But you're not a healer," Fred's voice began to rise.
Suddenly Hermione spoke. "FRED SHE'S A DOCTOR! OHHHH!" Hermione screamed and clutched her stomach.
"Everybody out of the living room," Ivy ordered, "Ginny get you're mom and then come back. Melly you can stay too."
"I'm the father!" Fred yelled.
"FRED GET OUT!" Hermione screamed as she clutched her stomach.
"Fine," Fred said angrily and he left the room.
Fifteen minutes later Ivy saw a head. "Okay Hermione start pushing," Ivy said.
"I…need…Fred," Hermione gasped.
"Ginny go get Fred right now," Ivy ordered.
"What is it?" Fred asked rushing in.
"The…baby…is…coming," Hermione said smiling.
Fred held her hand and they saw a chest appear. "Hermione how are you doing this?" he asked a disgusted look on his face.
Hermione laughed. "Okay one last push should do it," Ivy said, "Congratulations! It's a girl."
"If I'm done then how…come…it…still…hurts," Hermione asked gasping for air.
"Oh my God. I see another head," Ivy said, "Push Hermione."
Hermione used all the strength she had left and the baby emerged. "Here you go," Ivy handed the babies to Hermione after she had cleaned them and wrapped them in blankets, "You have to name them."
"I'll name them, Emma and Cara. Aren't they beautiful Fred? Fred?" Hermione looked beside her. Fred had fainted onto the floor.
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"Is she okay?" Fred asked sitting upright. Charlie had moved him onto the couch and Hermione had moved into her bedroom. Right now the twins Emma and Cara were with Harry and Ginny being babied and taken care of whilst both their parents slept. The twins couldn't go to bed until Hermione awoke to feed them and if she didn't wake soon they would wake her. Emma and Cara had already slept but had woken up and almost everyone had left. No children remained in the house all of those families had gone home. The only people remaining were Harry, Ginny, Charlie and Mrs. Granger.
"She's fine." Charlie told him looking up from his book.
"Can I see her?" Fred asked.
"In a bit you can go wake her up but would you like to meet your daughters first?" Charlie asked.
"Yes please." Fred yawned.
"Ginny, Harry! Bring in the girls." Charlie called to them.
"Hey sleepy head." Ginny greeted.
"Hey." Fred laughed.
"These are you daughters Cara," Harry placed her in one arm, "And Emma." Ginny placed her in the other arm.
"They're so beautiful." Fred said smiling down at his daughters, they giggled.
"I know. We should go home now, make sure your daughters get fed." Ginny said and her and Harry left.
"I will." Fred said and he stood up.
"I should go too, see Melly and the kids." Charlie left with them.
"Hermione?" Fred called walking up the stairs his little girls in his arms.
"Shh, she's sleeping." Jane scolded.
"The girls need feeding. I'm going to go wake her up. You can go see Frank if you want let him know everything's okay." Fred offered.
"Sounds good." Jane smiled gratefully walking down the stairs.
"Hermione sweetie, wake up." Fred went into their room.
"Uhh, what is it?" Hermione asked rolling over.
"There are some little girls here to see you." Fred said smiling.
"Oh." Hermione sat up slowly smiling at her husband.
"Here you go, you take Emma." Fred handed her to Hermione.
"That's Cara." Hermione said laughing at Fred but taking her anyway.
"How can you tell?" Fred asked bewildered.
"Emma has a little freckle right below her left eye. Cara doesn't." Hermione said. She just assumed it was maternal instinct, right? She was so happy that she had her little twin girls and so glad that they were okay, she had been so scared that they would die too and Hermione didn't know if she could've handled that.
"I see." Fred nodded, "You feed Cara and I'll play with daddy's little princess."
"Emma's your little princess." Hermione smiled widely at him.
"Yep and Cara's going to be just like me." Fred laughed.
"Oh no, just what I need." Hermione rolled her eyes.
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