Hello readers! This chapter is a tad bit shorter than I usually write. I have a tendency to write at work, and now I'm training our new hire, so less time for me to slack off here. Speaking of my slacking off, my company is publishing a book entitled "Still Procrastinating?" My picture is not on the cover, but I'm pretty sure it's just a bunch of blank pages with an epilogue that reads "oops!" Anywho, read and enjoy! Oh, and review.

Chapter 2

Fred sat sullenly on the tattered old couch that served as the Weasley family's source of comfort. Around him, loud redheads, girlfriends, wives, and children chatted animatedly. His gaze chanced upon his youngest brother, Ron, cuddling up to his new girlfriend. The girl he dumped Hermione for. Hermione, who he spent an amazing night with two weeks prior. Hermione, who refused to speak with him now.

He scowled and walked out of the room, completely unnoticed by all except his twin and their mother. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of George rising to follow him. Shaking his head, Fred made his way up the rickety winding stairs that led to his old bedroom. He shut the door to the room, muttered a simple locking spell, and flopped down on the twin-sized bed that didn't seem to hold him anymore.

Fred's eyes closed against the darkness, visions of honey brown eyes and long mahogany curls flashed through his mind. When the door opened, part of him was almost happy that someone decided to interrupt his pity party.

"What's going on with you?"

Fred looked up to see his twin brother standing in the doorway, a halo of yellow light surrounding him. He groaned and flipped onto his stomach to bury his face in the pillow.

"Come on, mate, talk to me," George pleaded, closing the door behind him. He fumbled around in the darkness for a light, whacking his leg against a chest of drawers, and cursing audibly. Finally, he flicked on a light and sunk down onto his own bed.

Into the pillow, Fred said, "I slept with Hermione." George furrowed his brow and asked him to repeat. Fred sighed and turned over. "I slept with Hermione."

George laughed uproariously. "What? When did that happen?"

"That night last month when we took her out and got her drunk," Fred replied.

"And now you're pining over Granger?" George humorously inquired.

"I'm not pining," Fred grumbled as he sat up. The skeptical look on his brother's face made him rethink his statement. "Okay, maybe I'm pining a little bit. But, I mean, who would have thought Hermione Granger could...would make me feel like this. And the worst part is she won't talk to me."

"Maybe going by her place would work," George suggested.

Fred shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know where she's staying."

George nodded slightly, the signature Weasley twin mischief gleaming in his blue eyes. "No, but Ginny does."

Hermione paced the length of her new apartment's small bathroom. In two minutes, she would find out if one night had utterly and irrevocably changed her life. And Fred's. She glanced down at the pregnancy test by the sink. The color was beginning to form as the seconds ticked by. A light strip of pink darkened on the stick, bringing tears to Hermione's eyes. Her hand covered her mouth as moisture blurred her vision.

Pink meant pregnant.

Breathing became a laborious task. Her feet felt like they weighed twenty pounds each as she exited the bathroom attached to her bedroom. She barely felt the mattress beneath her as thoughts of the months and years to come filtered through her mind. She couldn't be pregnant. It had only happened one time. They had been safe. She didn't love Fred. Fred didn't love her.

Above all else though, she knew Fred needed to know. How to tell him was a different story.