A/N This chapter is a little... random. Haha. I'm in a random kind of mood and am really writing this for my own pleasure now as opposed to a readable story with an actual story line.
I've written a companion piece called A Pain Too Deep and it sort of tells Percy's story and why he's so different. Also go and vote on my poll on who you think should be the father of the babies. Right now Charlie is winning and the results will greatly influence who I make that father, so go vote!
Everyone gaped at her as she stuttered and faltered over her words.
"I – I don't know," she answered honestly.
"Percy!" Mrs Weasley cried suddenly, making everyone jump. She threw herself at her son, fussing over his new contacts and how tanned he was. "Where have you been these last few years? No one has heard from you since… well since you lost dear Penelope."
"That doesn't matter now, Mother," Percy said, tearing himself free of his mothers arms to look at the two babies Fred and George had reclaimed. "There are more important things to discuss."
"Hermione what is going on here?" Fred asked heatedly. "I though the only Weasleys you had been with were George and I."
Hermione blushed bright red, red enough to make any Weasley proud, and her gaze subconsciously slipped to Ron, standing quietly in the corner glaring at everyone.
Luckily though, no one noticed and another secret was safe, for the moment.
"Everyone out!" a nurse called bustling through the door and retrieving the twins off of the big twins. "Its time for a feeding."
With lots of angry glaring the Weasley family slowly filed out of the room, the twins glaring at Percy as he swept around dramatically and strode out the door, his black knee length coat billowing behind him. Hermione sighed and silently thanked the heavens that they were gone.
"Nurse, can you send a Healer in to do a paternity test when you get the chance," Hermione asked as the nurse positioned the babies at her breasts.
"Of course dear. Don't you know which one of those gorgeous twins is the father?"
"It's more of a case of I don't know which one of those gorgeous brothers is the father."
"Oh," the nurse said, her eyebrows nearly shooting into her hairline. "Well how many possible fathers are there?"
Hermione thought for a moment and counted them off in her head.
"Five, no six, no five. One of them was too long ago to be the father." Hermione had the decency to blush.
"You slept with five men in the space of a week?" the nurse said. She usually didn't judge her patients when situations like this arose but five men! Five brothers no less.
"It was a crazy week!" she defended herself. "My parents, Dan and Jean, had just died. I was very needy."
"But Miss Granger, five brothers!" The nurse was still shocked and let it be known.
"Well, in my defence it was five brothers but only three different occasions."
The nurse simply shook her head and left the room, muttering about the youth of today and orgies.
Hermione sighed and relaxed back against the bed while the babies continued to suckle. It had been a crazy week. It had started with another mind blowing night with the twins and then her and the boys had gone camping and then incident with Percy had happened and then the next night her parents had died and to take her mind off it, after the funeral Bill and Charlie had whisked her off to Romania for the weekend. Tears had lead to alcohol, which had led to more tears and the boys trying to comfort her. Like the incident with Percy, it had never been openly discussed though her and Charlie had exchanged the occasional letter. He had freaked out when he heard she was pregnant but she had reassured him that the babies were not his. Now, though, she wasn't so sure. Looking down at the girls, studying their features for any telltale sign wielded no results. They looked like any Weasley baby. She looked up as the door swung open and in strode Fred. She smiled at him. She loved that man that was for sure. Everyone thought he was dead after the final battle but the magic that had killed Voldemort had miraculously brought back to life all the dead that had fought against the Death Eaters.
"Hey," she said softly. "Do you hate me?"
Fred kissed her forehead and sat on the bed. "Never."
He glanced over his shoulder to the closed door.
"I know the last half hour has been crazy but I want you to know I love you Hermione."
"I love you too Fred," she said. They had never talked of love before but she always hoped that the twins loved her.
"I know you do. That's why, I came in here, because we love each other and we have these beautiful babies together and I just know they're mine. And, well, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"