A/N I might do one more review today but only if you review!
Just a bit of fluff between Fred and Hermione.
Hermione woke in the middle of the night to seem a figure looming over her bed and a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to scream but the figure leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Shh, it's me, Fred." Hermione stopped struggling and instead glared at Fred in the darkness. "Come with me," he whispered again and removed his hand over her mouth. Hermione followed Fred down to his room.
"Where's George?" Hermione asked once Fred had closed the door.
"He went home. I wanted to stay and talk to you." He gestured for her to sit down on one of the beds and he sat on the other.
"What about?" Hermione asked, lying down on her side and making herself comfortable. She rubbed her belly as the baby moved and kicked. Fred watched her for a second before shaking his head.
"Nothing. Just to talk."
"We talked this afternoon," Hermione laughed. "What else do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know," Fred said, going a bit red. "Just talk."
And so they did. About school and work and where they should live after they get married.
"We will not be living in the flat above the store with your brother!" Hermione said, refusing to listen to another word on the subject.
They talked about Christmas, which was a month and a half away, the first one since the defeat of Voldemort.
"I'd love a new broom," Fred told her.
"I'd love a day away from my parents. For five months I've spent nearly every waking hour with them. My mum won't even let me go to my doctor's appointments alone." Fred's mind worked in overdrive as he mentally began planning a perfect day away for him and Hermione.
"Can I confess something?" Fred said suddenly. Hermione nodded and he went and joined her on the bed she was lying on; his actually. "I'm scared. That I won't be a good father or a good husband. Even if it's just for the baby, it will still be a real marriage and I want to be everything you need me to be." Hermione laid there and watched Fred, waiting for him to continue. "This was all heaped on me today and I know it's no easier for you but I'm just trying to wrap my mind around it all and… I'm scared."
Hermione nodded, she understood.
"Sometimes, not so much anymore, it used to just hit me. I would forget for a little while and it would sneak up on me and I'd have panic attacks. But then I was showing and the baby was kicking, so it's harder to forget. But trust me it gets easier; not so scary."
Fred smiled down at her and played with the corner of the blanket she was lying on.
"You're going to be a great mum, Hermione," Fred said, looking her in the eye.
"Thanks Fred, you're going to be a great daddy."