Special thanks to ravenclawlove for beta'ing for me, and many more thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, alerted, or favorited this story, or any of the others. You, dear readers, are the reason that I continue to write. Enjoy chapter two of 'Accidents Happen'!

In the second floor of a large house, in a large bedroom with an attached bathroom, a young girl cried her heart out. Everything was over. Fred and George wouldn't want her anymore, she would have to raise this baby alone. Sobs racked her body and she couldn't breathe. She missed her boys. Would she ever see them again after this? She wasn't sure if she wanted to, but she knew that she would never keep Mrs. Weasley from the baby; but Mrs. Weasley didn't even know about her relationship with her sons; the boys hadn't wanted her to know yet, saying that it was something that they needed to work up to.

She could leave. No one would ever have to know that she was pregnant. She could pack now, leave after Ginny went to bed, and move to muggle London. No one would ever find her there. Her parents still had a house; except Harry knew where it was so that idea was out. Maybe she could find a way to get to America, where she had extended family. Would they even want to help? Probably not.

What if she just got rid of the baby? No one would ever have to know. She could go to a discreet muggle doctor and easily dispose of this baby. Could she make herself do that? Could she kill a part of her boys; no matter how small or nearly non-existent? What about herself? This baby was a part of herself too. Could she really kill it? No. Murder is murder no matter the circumstances; that's why she had such a hard time with the war.

Then there was the question of who's baby it was. They always used protection; sometimes spells, sometimes charms, but they never forgot. She was starting to hyperventilate, she didn't know what to do, what to think. Would George be mad if it was Fred's? Would Fred be mad if it was George's? Would they even want to know whose it was? Would they both walk away without wanting to know? Would they want to try raising it together? Would they blame her? Was it her fault? The tears wouldn't stop coursing down her face. She needed to think about this. She had to leave.

She couldn't make herself do it though. She couldn't run from this. She loved those two pranksters. She knew that they loved her too. Maybe they would be okay with this. She had to tell them. She just needed more time to come to terms with it herself. She would hole herself up for a few days, and then maybe she would be able to talk to them. Yes, she'd do that.

First things first though; since she knew that she was going to keep the baby, she needed to stop calling it 'it'. She'd just call it 'baby' until she found out if she was having a boy or a girl, then she'd name baby.

She breathed a little easier after making her plans. She always loved plans. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she was going to be a mother soon. Taking deep breaths, she wouldn't let herself break-down again, it might hurt baby. With that running through her head, she curled up on top of the comforter on her bed, and fell asleep.

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After an hour of sitting around the kitchen table, trying to come up with a plan, another red-head stumbled in through the floo. Everyone turned to see Ron standing in the kitchen doorway.

"What's up?" He leaned against one of the counter tops, all of the chairs being occupied. They had all agreed that no one but the four of them would know about Hermione's break down until they found out what triggered it.

"Nothing, Ron. Would you like some lunch?" Ginny stood up and began bustling around the kitchen. She pulled out the stuff to make sandwiches and salad, not bothering to ask if the others wanted anything.

"Why are you two over here? Don't you work?" Ron looked really confused, but was easily distracted when Harry slid a butterbeer to him. Ginny was done with lunch and quickly levitated the plates to the table.

"Wash up guys," Ginny got butterbeers out for everyone else while Harry and the twins took turns washing their hands in the kitchen. Ron, however, got impatient and went into the small bathroom down the hall. He hadn't been gone more than thirty seconds when they heard him yell.

"Harry Potter! I'm going to kill you!" Everyone looked at Harry when Ron ran back in brandishing his wand. He managed to force Harry back against the far wall, holding the tip of his wand against his throat. The room's other occupants were looking back and forth between the two, not sure what would happen if they tried to pull Ron away from Harry.

"Calm down, Ronniekins." Fred glanced at Ron warily.

"No need to get so upset." George attempted to get Ron to calm down and stop pointing his wand at Harry.

"Just drop your wand," Fred continued.

"We don't want anyone to get hurt," George finished.

"What did I do, Ron?" Harry looked nervous and confused. He really didn't want to be hexed, and with Ron's wand pointing where it was, he wasn't so sure that he would escape unscathed, but he also didn't have any idea why Ron would be so upset with him in the first place.

"Ginny's pregnant!" At this, Harry, Fred, and George all whipped their head around to look at Ginny. She looked equally as shocked as the rest of them, but her anger quickly got the best of her.

"What are you talking about, Ron?" She really hoped he wasn't calling her fat, she was already sensitive enough about the few pounds that she'd gained recently since working at the ministry. The other three boys quickly realized that Ginny was very upset about Ron's outburst, and unconsciously moved back from the table.

"Well, gee, Gin, maybe if you didn't want everyone to know, you shouldn't have left your pregnancy test on the counter!" Ginny visibly paled at these words, causing all of her already prominent freckles, to become much more striking. She now had Harry looking at her expectantly, and maybe even a bit excited, Fred and George glaring at Harry, wondering how he could possibly take advantage their sister, and Ron still pointing his wand in Harry's neck, waiting for some sort of explanation or apology, she wasn't sure which. She didn't make eye contact with any of the guys as she jumped to her feet, ran out of the kitchen and up to Hermione's room. She pounded on the door, but knew that with the silencing charms in place that the other witch wouldn't be able to hear her. She quickly started trying to dismantle the wards, but she wasn't fast enough as the four guys had followed her upstairs.

"What's going on, Ginny?" Harry tried to coax the truth as to why his girlfriend had momentarily lost her mind out of said woman. She mumbled something, but kept trying to take the wards down.

"What was that?" Fred glanced sharply at his sister. She sighed in annoyance and turned accusing eyes on her twin brothers.

"It's. Not. Mine," she repeated, enunciating each word, much louder the second time. Three heads quickly jerked to stare at the closed door they were standing in front of, and one continued to glare at Harry. Fred and George managed to pull down all the wards between the two of them within ten minutes, Harry asked Ron to leave, promising to tell him what was going on the next morning, he locked the floo behind him, and Ginny just continued to stand in the upstairs hallway.

Once all the wards were down, Fred and George opened the door, ready to comfort their girl, only to see her asleep in what had to be an uncomfortable position on top of her bed with dried tear tracks on her cheeks. They didn't even need to look at one another before they both kicked off their shoes and walked across the room. George picked up Hermione, Fred pulled down the covers, and all three of them snuggled together; Hermione in the middle with a twin on each side. She hadn't even stirred when they moved her.

Ginny watched this with tears in her own eyes. Her best friend was pregnant. One of her brothers was the father. She was going to be an aunt. If they kept the baby... She was still in a trance when Harry came up, closed the door, and lead her back downstairs.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Ginny was staring somewhere in the middle distance, not able to look at her boyfriend just yet.

"I know, Gin." Harry pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him.

"What are they going to do?" Ginny had never sounded so desolate as Harry noticed how wet his shirt was getting where her face was buried against him. He couldn't have cared less as he hugged her even tighter to him.

"I don't know, Ginny, but it'll all work out." Harry really hoped that it would all work out.

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter, and a new one shall be up soon! Let me know what you thought, and maybe what you'd like to see happen in the future, either of this story or any others.

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