Hermione woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and stomachache to match, but she forced herself down to breakfast all the same. Everyone looked the same as her, sick and tired, she suspected everyone else had had too much to drink as well. She flopped down into a chair next to Harry and lay her head down on the table. She felt absolutely terrible. She only picked her head up when Mrs. Weasley called everyone to eat. Little did Hermione know, Fred was watching her every move. After all that alcohol, he was worried about her.
"Fred"
"Huh!?" Fred looked away, but realized Hermione wasn't even there anymore.
"I asked you a question"
"Oh, sorry George, I was"
"Paying attention to Hermione?" George smiled slyly.
"I- Wha- No"
"I saw you Fred, you couldn't keep your eyes off her"
"Whatever"
"Did you find out what was wrong with her"
"No. Im telling Mum about it." he said standing up.
"What!? That has to be the worst idea ever!" George pulled Fred down into his seat. "She's already got her home from work, and it's making Hermione mad. You'd do best just leaving the events unfold"
Fred pushed up from the table, ignored George, and went to find his mom.

xxxx

Hermione woke up in the middle of the night with the same sickening sensation in her stomach, she got up and ran to the bathroom. Only, this time, she passed out on the bathroom floor. She woke up an hour later, but she wasn't alone. Fred was passed out in the corner and Mrs. Weasley was standing against the door frame clad in a pink bathrobe and slippers wide awake. "Hermione, is something the matter?" she asked kindly.
"I don't think so." Hermione said sleepily.
"So I hear, this has been going on for quite a while. Are you"
"No im not!" Hermione shouted waking Fred. "I'm a- a- virgin. I can't be"
Fred decided he'd rather be left out of this conversation and left the room. Mrs. Weasley started poking and prodding Hermione's stomach.
"Dear, I think you are. Here-" she said handing Hermione a drink. "Take this and we'll know for sure"
Sure enough, a couple minutes later Hermione's wand shot sparks and Mrs. Weasley said grimly, "Hermione, you're pregnant."

xxxx

Hermione was in absolute shock. Pregnant? It was impossible, she couldn't be! She'd never! But- Mrs. Weasley had said so, and she had told everyone last night, because Hermione couldn't bring herself too. She didn't eat breakfast with them that morning, she couldn't face them. But too soon, someone knocked on her door. She ignored them, they came in anyway. Fred walked in, shut the door and went to sit on Hermiones bed. "So..." he said casually.
Hermione glared daggers at him, he put his hands up in surrender.
"I'm not here to pester you about who the dad is or anything." He said, but he looked like he really wanted to know. "I'm worried about you"
"Why"
"What d'you mean 'why?'? I'm marrying you aren't I? And if this bloke is bigger than me, I'll want to make sure I higher a bodyguard"
Hermione giggled. Fred was funny when he wanted to be. The smile quickly left Hermione's face though, to Fred's dissapointment.
"You really have no idea"
"None. I can't remember"
"I'm sure you will"
"What are you playing at?" "Huh"
"Since when do you care so much? You don't like me"
"Oh, you're wrong about that." he said, kissing her on the cheek and leaving.