Hermione was sitting by Fred in the Great Hall. It was only about two weeks since they'd found out Hermione was expecting Fred's child.

"Blimey, Hermione," said Fred, watching his girlfriend eat like Ron normally would. George was sitting next to her.

"Fred —" he started.

"Can we just refer to this as her tiny little problem?" asked Fred, smirking.

"Hey, Granger!" shouted Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table. "What'd you do, ditch Weasel-Bee and Scarhead?'

"Would you like to get punched again?" said Hermione. Obviously Malfoy didn't care.

"I think you've been spending too much time with them," he continued. "You seem to have started eating like Weasley."

Hermione began to get up, but Fred stopped her.

"Keep eating, my dear nephew needs it. Or dear niece, we don't know yet," said George. Fred rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Weasel-Bee!" they heard Malfoy shout at Ron.

"Shut up, Ferret," said Ron, glaring at him.

"Fine. Scarhead!"

"What do you want?" asked Harry, also glaring at Malfoy.

"Your friend's girlfriend seems to be gaining weight!" said Malfoy. Fred looked at Hermione. She gave him a look that told him to go with her, wherever she was going. He followed her to a corner of Hogwarts, then saw she had tears in her eyes.

"Hermione —"

"Fred, can we talk to Dumbledore about moving?" Hermione asked. "I'll tell him it's getting too noticeable, so I want to start staying out of the Great Hall and classes as often as I can."

"What about Umbridge?" asked Fred. "What about your O.W.L.s?"

"Right now, I need to take care of myself and this kid," said Hermione. "I'll have Harry go up to our room and give me notes."

"What about O.W.L.s?" Fred continued.

"Fred, right now I only care about taking care of your child," said Hermione. "Breakfast must be over," she added as they watched a group of Hufflepuffs walk by. "Let's go talk to Dumbledore." Fred followed Hermione to Dumbledore's office. They were granted access, and Dumbledore gave them a small smile before offering them seats.

"Professor, we've been thinking," said Fred. He looked at Hermione. "Can we move in now?"

"Of course," answered Dumbledore. "I'd recommend you stop going to classes. I'll just announce that Miss Granger's sick and you never go to your classes anyway, Mr. Weasley."

"Not like I have a point in going to classes," said Fred. "George and I have learned everything we need for our career."

"Okay, I'll have you bring meals to Hermione," continued Dumbledore, though his smile had widened.

"Okay, anything else?" said Fred.

"Nope," said Dumbledore. "If Hermione starts to feel pain, bring her to me and we'll take her to Madam Pomfrey."

"'Kay," said Fred. "Everyone's going to their classes, aren't they?"

"Yes, you should be safe to start moving. Tell Harry, Ron, and George they can visit anytime," said Dumbledore. "And Miss Weasley."

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By lunch they were entirely moved in. Hermione decided to go to lunch for the last time that year; Fred said he'd take it to her the rest of the year, as well as breakfast and dinner.

"Students of Hogwarts," started Dumbledore, going up to his podium. He immediately had everyone's attention. He had gotten some weird looks because it was odd he interrupted lunch. "I have an important announcement to make. I know most of you in Miss Hermione Granger's classes are wondering why she wasn't at class. She's getting badly sick, so she's not going to classes. This is her last lunch of the year in the Great Hall. Her friends will get food to her, don't worry. She and her man have a room to themselves, and will share its location with people they want. Thank you for your attention, you may go back to eating."

Everyone started eating, and a few nearby first year Muggle-borns were talking about possible Muggle diseases Hermione could have.

"Maybe she has cancer," said one of them.

"Or heart disease!" said another.

"What if she's going to have a baby?" said the third. Fred and Hermione immediately became more alert. So did Ron, Harry, and George.

"Come on, she's only in her fifth year!"

"So?"

"She's only fifteen or sixteen!"

"My mum had me when she was seventeen," said the second. Hermione got off the bench and quickly walked out, knowing most eyes would be on her. Fred, Ron, and Harry followed. George stayed to distract everyone.

"Hermione, love, are you okay?" asked Fred.

"I'm fine," said Hermione. "I think I just need to relax a little."

"Are you sure?" asked Harry as the Great Hall erupted in muffled laughter.

"Yes, Harry, I'm sure!" said Hermione.

"Alright, keep your hair on!"

"Hey! Steal things others say much?" said Fred; Harry laughed. "Harry, you wouldn't mind getting Ginny, would you?"

"Of course not," said Harry. "She's probably worried about Hermione."

Harry walked into the Great Hall, where George was up at Dumbledore's podium, telling jokes. Umbridge looked like she was about to bang her head on something. A minute later, Harry walked out, blushing like mad, followed by Ginny.

"Hermione, are you okay?" she asked.

"Godric," whispered Hermione.

"Hermione?" asked Ron, grabbing her shoulder.

"How will my parents react?"

"That's not important right — wait, how will they react to what?" said Ginny; Fred and Hermione had forgotten Ginny didn't know Hermione was pregnant.

"Don't be mad — we were pretty drunk — but I'm expecting Fred's baby," said Hermione.

"You're joking!" said Ginny, smiling.

"No, I'm not," replied Hermione.

"If you'll excuse us, we'd like to go to our room," said Fred. "Ron, can you get George?"

"Sure," said Ron, walking into the Great Hall.

"So then, the cucumber says —" George was saying, but stopped as Ron approached him. "Let me finish this joke, then I'll be right out."

"'Kay," said Ron. "I think Fred can wait a minute."

A few minutes later, George walked out of the Great Hall.

"What is it with you and cucumbers?" asked Fred. "Nevermind, let's go."

The group was in Fred and Hermione's room for the rest of lunch, then George, Harry, Ron, and Ginny left.

O0O0O

A week later, Fred was laying on his bed, and Hermione on hers.

"Good gracious, child," Fred heard Hermione say.

"Early kicker?" asked Fred, smirking.

"Yeah," said Hermione, smiling.

"Can I see if I can feel it?" asked Fred.

"Sure, come here," said Hermione. Fred walked over to her, putting his hand on her belly. He felt something like a small hand or foot hit his hand. "Can you feel it?"

"Yep," said Fred. There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, it's George, can I come in?" asked Fred's twin.

"Yeah, sure," said Fred. George walked in, carrying what looked like a violin case. "George, what are you doing?"

"I thought you knew I play violin, mate," said George.

"No, I didn't, actually," said Fred, rolling his eyes.

"Well, now you know," said George.

"That does explain why Mum was complaining about screeching over the summer, though," said Fred.

"Anyway," said Hermione.

"What're you going to play?" asked Fred.

"Actually, I'm working on a piece by someone I know Hermione's heard of," said George. "You've heard of Beethoven, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"Good, I can play Fur Elise by memory," said George. He took his violin out of the case, grabbed the bow, and went over to Fred, who was on his bed distracted with a book. He played the highest note he could, causing Fred to fall off his bed and land on the floor.

"Now I'm really like Beethoven," said Fred, rubbing his ear. "How am I not deaf after that?"

"Well, Violet can do pretty high notes," said George.

"You named a violin?!" said Fred.

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction," said George.

"Good job," said Fred. He got back onto his bed. George started playing and wasn't even halfway through when both Fred and Hermione fell asleep.

O0O0O

A/N: Hey, guys! So yes, I decided to have George play violin. For some reason I can imagine him playing either that, cello, or flute (which I play). Because I'm in band I know a lot about music and my brother was in orchestra, so I know a lot about orchestra. And two of my cousins play violin. Sorry for the late update, by the way. That one first year had logic (sorry XD). And yes, I had to add Hinny. Thanks for reading this chapter!