Chapter 4.

Hermione sat there looking dumbfounded as she watched Fred leave. Maybe he wasn't so bad afterall. He was kinds cute, and he could be serious when he wanted to be. Then there was George, they may be twins but when you looked at them closely there were subtle differences. Fred's eyes were darker blue and his hair was slightly oranger than George's. With all these thoughts in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.

"Hermione! Hermione!" said a girl's voice jumping on her legs.
"Wh-Wh-Who died?" Hermione said sleepily, sitting up.
"No one died." the voice replied, "I wanted to see you. So, what happened"
"Huh"
"Last night! With Fred!" Hermione's eyes finally came into focus and she saw the source of all the noise in the form of Ginny.
"What do you mean? Nothing happened"
"You're boring." said Ginny, throwing a pillow at her.
"Then go find Harry, I'm sure he's not boring." Hermione said sarcastically.
Ginny looked at her and walked out the room. A few minutes later Hermione did the same and went downstairs for breakfast. She sat at the one chair left, inbetween George and Harry. Fred was across from her but he was avoiding looking at her. Next to Harry, Ginny was trying hard to become imersed in conversation with Bill. "Alright, Hermione?" George asked.
"Yhea, fine"
George gave her a look that said 'I don't think you are' but he dropped the conversation and Harry started talking to her instead.
"Hey, Hermione"
"Hmm"
"What's got Ginny so upset? She won't speak to me"
"Well...I suppose I was a bit rude to her this morning but that shouldn't have affected you"
Harry looked at her for a moment before turning away again. All through breakfast Hermione kept trying to catch Fred's eye but he was acting as if she didn't exsist. When breakfast was over he was the first to get up and leave the room. Hermione followed him. "Fred." she called, as he walked through the garden.
He ignored her.
"Fred! I'm talking to you!" She practically screamed, scaring a few birds in a nearby tree.
"What?" he said not looking at her.
"What's the matter with you? First, you say you love me and then just leave, and now your acting as if I don't exsist"
Fred continued looking down, taking a great interest in his shoes before he spoke. "I-I'm sorry. It's just, I was scared"
"Scared"
"That you wouldn't feel the same way, and we have to get married because of this law. I was afraid It'd be awkward and I didn't want it to have to, I didn't want to make this anymore diffucult for you"
Their eyes met when he picked his head up and she couldn't help staring into the shimmering blue. "Fred, I.." But her sentence trailed off and he kissed her lips softly. When she didn't reject him, he continued and Hermione's mind wandered.

She could feel the softness of a bed beneath her and the warmth of a body on top of her, but it was dark and she couldn't see. She groped around in the darkness looking for a lamp, her wand, anything, but all she found was long hair and she twisted her fingers around in it. She heard a mans familiar voice and she suddenly became aware that she wasn't in a bedroom, she was in the garden with Fred.

Fred pulled away, sensing something wrong and studied her face. "Whats wrong"
"Did we...Did we ever-" she began, but Fred cut her off.
"I know what you're getting at, and" he paused, "Yhea, we did"
Hermione's eyes started to water. "But why don't I remember"
"I have no idea. You were with Ron at the time, and"
"I was with Ron!? And I still did that"
"Well, we were both pretty drunk. I don't even remember the entire thing." he shrugged.
"I feel filthy"
"What?! Now, don't be that way! Ron doesn't even know we did, no one does"
Hermione gave him an unbelieving look.
"Okay, George knows, but only 'cause he walked in on us"
"Wait, so, George saw us"
Fred studied her expression before nodding; he was suddenly scared for George's safety.
Hermione pushed away from and stomped back into the house, Fred hot on her heels.
"George Weasley! If you're not down here by the time I"
"You called?" asked George, apparating onto the table, "Ouch"
Hermione was looking murderous.
"Now, Hermione, calm down. It's not his fault-" Fred tried to reason.
"I don't care whether it's his fault or not! He knew and he didn't tell me!" Hermione shouted, drawing her wand.
George backed against the wall half-jokingly. "Now, look here Hermione. How was I supposed to know it was Fred's kid. I mean, how am I supposed to know how many guy's you've shagged." This was, obviously, the wrong thing to say. Suddenly, there was a loud crack, a flash of red light, and lots of dust. Someones arms made their way around her waist and there was another loud crack.

Haha, so you finally know who the Dad is, and to answer so many questions, obviously she wasn't drugged and raped.