Disclaimer: I only own Aadyn and Markus… mmm. Cute teens!

B/N: Hello! Another chapter? Gasp!

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Wednesday Early Morning, December 22nd

Water.

It filled her lungs.

She couldn't breathe.

She reached her hands up to the surface and there was Fred looking down at her as if he couldn't see her. She struggled to make him notice her. For him to see her under the surface of the water.

She opened her mouth and shouted his name, but more water filled her lungs.

Suddenly, his hands wrapped around her and pulled her out.

Hermione woke up in Fred's arm's.

She was shaking so hard it was the only way to make her calm down.

She had slept the day away yesterday, more or less, too scared to get out of bed. Ginny had decided to room in a spare bedroom a little higher up in the house to give Hermione some privacy and peace. She knew Fred had sat outside her room all day. She heard him sneeze a couple of times. She wanted to open the door and give him one of her spare blankets, but she didn't think she could compose herself. She knew she'd probably start crying before she made it back to bed. Just looking at his face would make her want to break down.

She realized that morning, that she only truly felt safe when Fred was holding her. His body wrapped around her own. His big hands keeping her close and out of danger.

She knew it couldn't have been Ron who slept with her that night. It was a Weasley twin.

And she actually wished it was Fred.

But she wouldn't ask him. She didn't think she could stand it if she was wrong.

Fred told her he heard her crying out his name while he was walking past her room that early morning.

She knew he had actually been sleeping just outside the door in case she had a panic attack or something of the sort.

If she went out there right now, she would find a messed up blanket and a pillow.

She didn't move as he just held her and let her breath deeply for a while. Everyone was still sleeping and she figured she should probably go and let everyone know she was okay by staying out of her room that day.

Slowly she pulled away and tried to stand up, but found her legs unstable as the thoughts of the muggle gang members came back. She knew hundreds of people had been hurt way more than she had, but she couldn't forget it. She shivered as Fred stood up to help her gain her balance.

"Fred." She whispered as she turned to look up at him. "Will you help me take a bath?" She wanted to scrub the parts of the body the men's grimy fingers had grabbed. Fred looked down at her and gave her an understanding smile.

"Yeah."

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Wednesday Morning, December 22nd

"Hermione. Dear." Mrs. Weasley said as she sat Hermione down in the living room, after sending the all her children out to gather more wood from the forest for the fire. Fred had been a bit reluctant to leave, but George was able to make him go after talking for a bit.

Hermione met Mrs. Weasley's eyes for the first time in a couple days.

"Mr. Weasley and I were talking about it, and we think you should go get checked out at St. Mungo's. Who knows what those muggle men had, if anything."

"Mrs. Weasley, I don't have enough money for a check up." Hermione explained, having only a couple muggle dollars on hand.

"Fred and George offered some of their profits from their shop, and Harry was more than happy to help." Molly said as she held Hermione's hand's in her own. "We're all concerned, and we just want to make sure everything's all right."

Hermione looked at the older woman felt a bit of admiration. She wished she could become as strong and brave as the woman who raised six boys and a little girl, and beat all the obstacles along the way. Hermione was weak after just being scared by some guys.

"Alright then." She agreed and let Molly Weasley lead her towards the families fireplace. She must of gotten the money from the boy's in advance.

After two words they stood in the busy lobby of St. Mungo's hospital. They waited in line and until it was their turn to speak with a secretary. The man behind the counter directed them down a hall giving multiple directions of left and right which had Hermione completely confused. Thankfully Molly had pulled out a quill and parchment and copied down his every word.

They arrived at a small little room with a doctor's bed on one side for the patient to lay on, and a sink with a stool in front of it on the other. Hermione asked Mrs. Weasley if she could be alone to speak with the doctor. The older woman nodded and left, heading towards a waiting room down the hall.

Hermione was relieved to find an older, kind looking witch enter with a smile on her face. Hermione explained the events from a couple days ago and the Weasley families concern's. The doctor nodded sympathetically, having heard of such cases before.

Hermione was stuck at St. Mungo's for seven hours as they ran tests, using magical, and muggle means. They agreed to tell her all at once, so she decided to go and stay with Mrs. Weasley.

As she was heading toward the waiting room she happened to bump into Neville heading the opposite way. She was a bit surprised to see Neville at the hospital and not at home with his grandmother, aunts, and uncles. They talked for a moment, Neville being kind enough not to nose into why she was there. Molly happened to notice them talking from her seat down the hall and invited Neville and his family to Christmas dinner. He just said he'd ask his family when he got home.

Hermione had never spent so much time with just Molly Weasley before. Normally one of her children would be around to chat with, but it was just the woman and herself. So, to break the silence, Mrs. Weasley began telling stories about her children when they were younger.

"Well… I'm sure you've heard about how Fred permanently scarred Ron with spiders, but have you heard how Bill scarred Fred?"

Hermione shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows in surprise. "How so?"

"Fred tore all the pages out of his favorite story book, so he turned Fred into a cockroach. It took us a long time to realize where Fred had went, and by the time we got him turned back, he was terrified of insects, since we had almost stepped on him multiple times." Mrs. Weasley chuckled as she though back to it. "If you ever yell 'Cockroach' in the same room as him, he'll become quite distressed."

Hermione grinned as she had something new to try out later.

"I used to chase the neighborhood boys around with frogs and worms. They said I was a brutish British girl, who thought I was a boy. Then I grew up and found my love of books and learning."

"I remember I used to be like that. Tried to learn a lot. I never did really retain any information, but Merlin smite me if I didn't try."

A rumble of thunder could be heard churning outside of the hospital. Molly blinked a few times before turning a light pink.

"Okay, when I wasn't snogging boy's I really was trying."

"You sound like Ron." Hermione chuckled, and had to hold in more laughter when she saw the woman's mouth drop.

"Well, if he's like me, he'll turn out happy." Molly said patting Hermione's knee with a smile.

The woman knew how to make people feel relaxed.

At least until the doctor walked into the area and motioned for Hermione to follow her back towards the little room where she had, had the tests done.

Hermione sat on the table, trying not to crinkle the covering and tried to make sense of the words written on the woman's paper. The handwriting was atrocious so she decided to just be patient and listen.

"Your blood test's are fine. Cholesterol levels are good. No disease's, infections, cancer's, or anything like that. No exotic illness's, though I figure muggles like those twits wouldn't be going any where exotic, but it was on our check-list to have looked at. No infections. Good, good." The witch said as she looked down the paper, adding her mixed opinion in as she went. "No STD's, HIV's, or C7DQ's."

Hermione really didn't want to know what a C7DQ was at that moment. She'd just research it when she got back to Hogwarts.

"No infections. You're in perfect he-." Then her eyes focused on a two words towards the bottom of the page.

"What… What's wrong." Hermione said rubbing her hands together nervously. She knew it was bad when even a doctor was surprised.

The older witch glanced up at the girl then at the top of her paper, then back up at Hermione, then back to the bottom of her paper.

"Well. I suppose you are old enough, so a haggard woman like me can't say much." The witch said rereading the lines on the paper. "You should have told us beforehand. Some of the tests we administer here can be dangerous, but luckily you didn't have any of those."

"Told you what?" Hermione asked as she slid forward a bit, as if she could now magically make out the words the woman was staring at. Could she be referring to her having two nonmagical parent's? That effected tests? " I didn't think have muggle parent's could do anything to testing."

"Pardon? Having muggle parent's doesn't do anything to our tests. I was speaking talking about your condition right now."

"What condition?" Hermione asked, finally standing up and pleading with the woman to explain to her.

"The fact that you're pregnant."

The woman held the folder with the papers on top of it in front of the girls face. At the bottom it only said two words in sloppy handwriting.

Pregnant: Positive.

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A/N: Sureeuslee guys, how many of you saw that coming? I tried to hide it but allow subtle clues (fatigue, nausea, swollen breasts, cravings, mood swings) though it was a bit difficult, since most everyone knows signs of pregnancy and can spot them well. I didn't add the fact that Hermione wasn't having her period, since she figured she was just really stressed out (though I'll probably add that explanation next chapter, so this is pretty pointless). Yeah. Cliché, but this is kind of one of the few parts of this story I actually have planned out.