A/N: Welcome to chapter 2 of "Who's the Father?" I'll admit now that I'm uncertain how long this story will be or how exactly to continue it. However as long as it's being read, I will try my best. This best thing about this particular story is I can put a bit of personal experience into helping with details. My fiancée and I also have a girlfriend and for some reason that's kind of frowned upon… Anyway, I forgot to put a disclaimer into the last chapter, but really that ought to be self-explanatory. I do not own any of the characters or places in this story. I am merely borrowing them for some nonprofit entertainment. Anything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
I do apologize for the length between chapters. I have a list of excuses, but none of them absolve me of the guilt of not posting sooner. J'tiame! And enjoy!
Chapter Two
Harry was nervous. After everything he'd done, after everything he'd been through, and now he was nervous. He paced back and forth across his flat. How was he going to tell them? What was he going to say? Harry and the twins had decided to wait to tell their family that he was pregnant.
Fred's idea had been to take advantage of them being identical. Harry could say he was dating one of them, but really be with both. As the oldest and more dominant twin, Fred was the one they chose to say. No one really liked that plan, but even in the wizarding world three person relationships weren't widely accepted. To make matters worse, two of their threesome were related far more closely than generally accepted as well. Cousins could marry, but siblings…
So their plan was simple enough. To the public, Harry would be with Fred. They would get a house big enough to house them and kids and at least one spare bedroom that George could "live" in. Only their family and a few close friends would be told the truth.
But how were they going to tell the family about them? Harry didn't know. He was having enough trouble finding out how he was going to tell Ron and Hermione. He'd decided to tell them before they told the whole family. So he paced and he waited and he tried not to think much about anything. Like how he had a date with the twins later that night.
"Blimey, mate, what's got you all out of sorts?" Ron questioned when Harry jumped as he came through the fireplace, Hermione not far behind. He clapped Harry on the back and went to flop down on Harry's sofa.
"Nothing. Just lost track of time. And could you not flop on that? It's warped enough already..." Harry paused, "And probably an antique, now that I think about it."
"Sorry. Never did understand why you brought this thing out of Grimmauld in the first place." Ron frowned a bit at the sofa. Hermione sat down beside him.
"When you asked us to come over, Harry, it sounded important. Is everything alright?" Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. Harry sighed and rubbed his scar as he thought. He finally pulled his newest piece of furniture, a black leather square ottoman, over to sit in front of them.
"I have some news." he started. "Good news, actually."
"Well come on, mate, out with it." Ron prompted when Harry didn't continue.
"Well, see there's actually two pieces of news… and their kind of tied together. And it's… somewhat complicated." Harry started again. "I'm not really sure where to start."
"Does this have anything to do with Madam Pomphrey making me leave the other day?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, actually." Harry said somewhat relieved to have something to grab onto.
"You could start there then..?" Hermione suggested.
"I'm pregnant." Harry deadpanned.
Shocked silence met his ears. He continued forward, taking the plunge.
"I'm in a relationship with the fathers and we are searching for a way to bond so that the child or children aren't born out of wedlock. I actually have a date with them later on..." Harry trailed off, trying to stop himself from rambling.
"Congratulations Harry!" Hermione jumped up and hugged him.
"Yeah, mate, congratulations." Ron grinned at him before looking serious. "Can I ask you something though?" Harry nodded as Hermione sat back down. "Did you say "them," as in more than one?"
"I was wondering about that myself." Hermione tilted her head and looked at Harry curiously.
"Uhh, yeah… Two to be exact..." Harry paused. "Twins..," another pause. "Fred and George." Hermione smiled and nodded as though that was as she expected. Ron's mouth had fallen open with an almost audible 'pop'.
"I really shouldn't be surprised. You did slip off with them during your birthday party. Were you together then? Oh, of course not… you would've told us much sooner..." Hermione looked over at Ron, "You're going to catch flies with your mouth open like that, Ronald." Ron's jaw snapped shut.
"Blimey..." he croaked. He said little else the rest of the visit. Hermione and Harry discussed things such as the baby, the bonding, a new house, the nursery, and of course the impending date.
As Ron and Hermione were leaving, Harry stopped Hermione. "'Mione?"
"Yes, Harry?" She turned to him with a curious expression.
"Would you be the Godmother?" he asked impulsively. She jumped into his arms with a squeal.
"Oh, yes! Yes, I'll be honored to, Harry." She told him happily.
In hindsight, Harry wondered if he should have talked to the twins about it first.
Harry had no idea what to expect for the date he had set with the twins. Not a single clue. He looked through his closet over and over again. Nothing seemed right. Too formal, too casual. He sighed and finally chose a deep green muggle made Polo shirt, that he hoped would bring out his eyes, with a pair of tan slacks. Classy, but not overly stated. Even still, he felt over dressed. He looked at his hair. It was a hopeless mess as always, but that suited him. He grabbed his work shoes, a pair of leather boots that he had some refer to as "shitkickers." They looked a bit out of place with his semi-formal wear, but they were comfortable, and he wasn't sure if they'd be doing a lot of walking. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. He had fifteen minutes to go.
He emptied his bladder, then continued to get ready. He seemed to have to use the facilities more often lately. He wondered if that was a pregnant thing. After he brushed his teeth, he put on deodorant, and a touch of cologne. He started out his bedroom door, then stopped and went back into his master bathroom. He gathered one dose of each of the prenatal potions that he was suppose to take and slipped them in his pocket. With that done, he walked into his living room. He admired his modern setting. He had the sofa against the wall with an oval cherry wood coffee table in front of that. The ottoman was catty-cornered to that. On the opposite wall was a brick fireplace with a cherry wood mantle and a marble underlay. The flames sprung up green and George walked in, before they repeated the process for Fred.
"Hi, Harry." George smiled shyly. George was in a light blue button-up, long sleeved collared shirt that brought out his bright blue eyes, with khakis and dress shoes.
"Hello, George." Harry blushed and smiled, looking down at his feet. His heart was racing.
"Hello, Harry." Fred greeted warmly as he walked in. He matched his brother for the most part with a slightly darker shirt and adding a navy colored dress coat to his ensemble. He draped an arm around George's waist and the two came closer to Harry. Fred lifted Harry's chin.
"You're nervous." He stated quietly. "Why? You've known us for years."
Harry shook his head and let out a nervous chuckle. "I am. And I have, but… not like this. It's different, isn't it..?" He trailed off as his stared into Fred's gray blue eyes.
It was George that answered him. "It is," he nodded. "But in a good way. We… We'll get to know each other on a deeper level. See things that no one else sees. You'll see sides of us that not even our own mother knows about. Our closest friends don't have access to what you'll see. It's… a very intimate feeling." Fred nodded in agreement and slipped an arm possessively around Harry's waist.
"And… And you'll see the same from me." Harry said. He swallowed thickly. There was something terrifying about letting people in so closely.
"Only when you're ready, of course." Fred smiled. "Nothing too heavy to begin with, eh? It's our first date, after all." George chuckled and nodded. Harry smiled.
"I haven't really dated, you know." He said softly. "I tried twice, but that was before I had realized that they weren't really my type."
"Doesn't count then." Fred winked. "Georgie, we're his firsts."
George grinned, "I like the sound of that."
Harry blushed a bit. "I wasn't a virgin when..." Fred cut him off.
"It's alright, Harry." He kissed Harry's temple. "George wasn't my first."
"Fred was mine though. Unless you count the only woman I attempted to be with." George chipped in. Fred made a face.
"She mistreated him." He informed Harry. "I don't like her."
"We're going to be late if we don't leave soon..." George changed the subject. Fred checked the clock and nodded.
"Best be off then."
First, Fred led them to a local restaurant. It was in Harry's neighborhood, so they walked. Harry must have walked by the place more than a hundred times, but he'd never noticed it there. The mood picked up quickly. The three men were cutting up, joking, and laughing their way through a nice dinner. Harry drank his prenatal potions with dinner as per the instructions, the two gingers watched stealthily, both feeling a strong sense of pride.
Dinner passed quickly. When it was time for dessert, Harry just stared at the menu and sighed. Fred raised an eyebrow.
"It's too muggle to have what I really want." Harry whispered just loud enough for Fred and George to hear. "I can't seem to get enough of them lately..."
George grinned, "Mum was like that with Ginny. There was this one thing she always had to have… She'd send Dad out to get some at all times of the night."
"I wonder what she craved with you two." Harry smirked at the thought. "Might have to ask her, see if I should expect anything."
"Pizza." Fred answered. "That was one. She told us at some point. A mum story, I guess." He looked back at the menu. "I have to agree with you though, Harry. I don't really see a desert that catches my fancy tonight. How about you, Georgie?"
George frowned at his menu. "Not really, Freddie."
"We could just skip desert for now. I could get Kreacher to grab us things later." Harry suggested then started blushing, "I, I mean, if you guys want to stay for desert at my place. I mean..." He abruptly stopped talked and looked down, his cheeks burning. "I don't mean to suggest..."
"Harry." Fred interrupted him. Harry looked up. "Its sounds fun. The unsuggested won't happen unless we're all ready to take that step. You included."
"Technically we already took that step." George smirked. Harry's blush deepened.
"That was different." Fred grinned though. "You're so adorable when you blush, Harry."
"Sh-Shut up." Harry tried to hide his smile. Fred and George both laughed.
"We won't!" they chimed together before laughing again. Harry laughed, too.
Fred paid the bill and the three left the restaurant. He led them down the street once again. "So Harry, how did it go with Ron and Hermione?"
"Well, Ron was literally speechless. Hermione congratulated us. Apparently she saw me sneak off with you two, and wasn't all that surprised." Harry said. "We ended up talking about the baby and what our future plans may be. She's going to look into the bonding ceremonies. She wants to find one that fits us."
Harry paused, "I really should have talked to you both first, but I asked her to be the Godmother. Is that okay?"
"We were thinking she'd be best." George shrugged. "It was something we talked about this morning, actually."
"Who do you think should be Godfather?" Fred asked. "Lee Jordan's a good friend of ours."
"I was thinking about him or Neville, to be honest." Harry said.
"Neville might be more responsible." George nodded thoughtfully. He reached out and slid his hand in Harry's. Harry blinked then smiled at George.
"Maybe multiple Godparents?" Harry suggested. "I had at least three. Sirius, Remus, and Severus."
"Hey, Harry?" Fred asked.
"Hm?" Harry smiled over at him.
"How many kids do you want?" George asked him as Fred turned them into a movie theater.
"A whole houseful." Harry smiled to himself as he pictured it. "A big house, full with a big family."
Fred and George smiled. They liked that thought as well.
After the movie, an action movie based off comic books, they headed back to Harry's apartment. As promised, Harry had Kreacher bring them several wizard candy goodies, suiting to match whatever each of them wanted.
Including a salted chocolate frog for Harry.
Too soon, it was time to say goodnight. They stood in front of the fireplace. Harry wanted to invite them to stay the night. George wanted to beg Harry to come home with them. Fred longed to keep them both by his side. But they all knew it was too soon. They needed time to adjust.
George kissed Harry, slowly. It was warm and soft. He held Harry's head in place with a hand to the back of his neck, lightly tilting Harry's head just right while his other hand held Harry to him by pressing lightly to the small of his back. His tongue gently explored Harry's mouth. Harry's head was spinning when he was gently set free. George disappeared in the green flames with a whispered "Sweet dreams, Harry." trailing after him.
Fred's kiss was hard, abrupt. It was full of heat and passion. His hand tangled in Harry's hair roughly while his other hand held him tightly to him while squeezing his ass a bit roughly. He made swift work of mapping out Harry's mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away, he nipped on Harry's lip, making Harry whine softly.
"Goodnight, Harry." and he too was gone. Harry wobbled and sat down hard on his ottoman. He wanted to follow them.
A/N: Hey readers. So, this chapter decided to write itself. That's usually a good thing, in my opinion. Still not sure where this is headed, but I'm willing to find out. Stick with it? Please? I know the update took a while, and I'm not sure that'll get any better. I can promise that I will see it through until it ends. Whenever that may be.
Happy reading! :)
