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B/N: Yo, my skillets, what's crackalakin?

Naydra- The face at the end of your review made me laugh. XD

Emmiline-Zahara-Rose- I liked when Fred showed up too! And as you requested, here's another chapter!

MissImpossible- Yeah, Signs of pregnancy are universal, so I figured people would notice. XD HermionexFred action will take place, later on, so don't worry!

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Wednesday Afternoon, December 22nd

Normally… when a young person discovers that they got knocked up and can't remember by who, they get upset, scared, and break down into sobs right there in front of the doctor.

Hermione, on the other hand, happened to be facing another mood swing, and instead of feeling upset and sad, she began cursing profusely.

"GOD DAMN WEASLEY TWINS! WHEN I FIND OUT WHICH DUMBASS DARED TO NOT USE A CONDOM I WILL RIP THEIR BALLS OFF AND SELL THEM ON THE BLACK MARKET FOR SOME OLD HAG'S POTION. THEY'LL NEVER HAVE SEX AGAIN AFTER I GET THROUGH WITH THEM! I SWEAR I'LL… I'LL… URGH!" She screamed startling the doctor so bad that she almost fell off her chair.

"Ms. Granger, please calm down! That's not good for the baby!" The elder witch urged the teen who slowly gained her calm feelings back. She was breathing heavily and looked like she seriously was about to kill someone. "I'm assuming you weren't aware that you were pregnant, and that you don't know who the father is."

"It's one of two people." Hermione said as she slid back onto the table. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh, no. It's quite alright. I suppose I was just expecting a… er… different reaction."

"I'll cry when I get home." Hermione said, as if to reassure the doctor that she was a normal teen. The old witch nodded respectfully at the girl, for being considerate enough to not load all her problems onto the doctor.

"Well, in cases like this I have a couple pamphlets to give you that can maybe help you decide on what to do. Would you like me to tell the woman you came in with tonight?"

"NO! No. I couldn't possibly burden Mrs. Weasley like this." Hermione said rubbing her face tiredly. "I'll take the pamphlets and decide what to do from there."

"Sure." The woman said as she spun around and reached into a drawer to retrieve them.

"How… How long till I…"

"Five months. Mid-May is when the baby should be here." The doctor replied as she sorted out a stack of paper's. "I'm going to give you a prescription for some supplements that will help the child for now. Should you decide to have the baby just stop by and I'll help you schedule some check up's." Hermione nodded and accepted the multiple papers. The one of the top had a picture of a happy little toddler blinking a few times before bursting out in laughter. Quickly she folded them in half and shoved them into her pockets. Couldn't have Mrs. Weasley seeing them.

After thanking Dr. Codsby (she had almost forgotten to ask who to see when she decided on what to do) she turned and headed back to Molly Weasley with the prescription for the supplement's she'd need. After assuring the woman she wasn't sick or injured the two left for the Weasley's hometown's local pharmacy. Hermione had just told the older witch that the doctor had said that she needed some vitamin's because she was lacking the nutrition from not eating well lately.

When they returned home, all the Weasley children, Fleur, Mr. Weasley, and Harry sat in the living room nervously. Upon hearing the door open they all jumped to their feet (except Fleur who was much too tired for the day) and ran into the kitchen to see how things went. Hermione was a bit taken aback by their enthusiasm but soon smiled and assured them she was fine. The tension of the room seemed to melt away as everyone relaxed and began hugging Hermione. Fred just stood at the back of the room, with a relived look in his eyes. She wished he would walk over and hug her, but she didn't dare say so.

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Wednesday Night, December 22nd

Hermione sat in her room, Ginny still being kind enough to give her another night of privacy, flipping through the pamphlets. She had been itching to look into the matter since she had gotten them, and finally she had some peace. Fred was no longer sleeping outside her door, but she could hear someone walk by very slowly every half an hour.

The pamphlets were pretty much what she expected. Some explaining the joys of parenthood, some emphasizing the hardships. One explained in detail how a baby could be aborted by drinking a thick, clear-colored potion which slowly reversed the process until the baby was just an egg and a dead sperm. Another potion that could be taken just burned the baby away until the womb was once again empty. Hermione shivered at the thought.

She was anti-abortion, so she quickly set fire to the abortion pamphlets and tossed the ashes in her bedside wastebasket. She refused to have any baby of hers die without a chance at life, even if it was accidentally created.

Another paper explained the steps to delivering a baby, tests, and other things to watch out for while pregnant.

For a while, after carefully concealing the papers and putting protection wards over them incase someone went snooping, she laid in bed and just thought.

Thought about what she'd tell her parents when she could no longer hide her soon to be growing stomach.

Thought about which Weasley twin it could have been.

Thought about how she'd raise it, and whether she should drop out of Hogwarts, but it would be delivered towards the end of the year, and she defiantly didn't want to quit.

And finally she thought about what it'd look like. Light red locks of hair, a face full of freckles, possibly her nose or brown, hazel eyes. It'd be cute, that was to be sure.

With all those images, questions, and 'what-if's' floating around in her head, Hermione finally fell asleep late that night. She didn't notice Fred Weasley pop his head into the door and tell her good night only a few minutes later.

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Sunday Night, January 2nd

Hermione stood in the Headmistress's office, thankful that she was there that day. Everyone had just returned to the old castle, and dinner was still settling in their stomach's. She trusted the head boy and other prefects to lead the rest of the Gryffindor's up to the tower, while she made a stop by Headmistress McGonagall's office.

The old woman's jaw was still scraping the floor five minutes after Hermione had told her the news. The room felt awkward and the brunette wasn't sure whether to sit down or start running. Half an hour later, the old witch was able to compose herself enough to form words and communicate with Hermione.

"Never in my years did I ever expect you to tell me such a thing Miss Granger." Minerva said as she rested her head in her hands, leaning over Dumbledore's old desk, wearily. For a moment she pondered on what he would have done in a situation, but he was no longer with them, so such a thing couldn't be known.

"Who else knows?"

"Only Dr. Codsby at St. Mungo's."

"Who's the father?"

"Uh… about that…" Hermione started, not really sure how to pick her words.

"YOU DON'T KNOW?" McGonagall shouted as she jumped up startling Hermione.

"I was drunk! All I can remember is it was one of the Weasley twins."

Minvera's mouth seemed to hit the floor again. Drunk and with a Weasley twin. Hermione Granger must have lost her mind.

"When is it due?"

"May." Hermione said a bit nervously. She had tried to prepare herself mentally for this conversation, but she hadn't been entirely sure of what reaction she'd receive.

"No abortion, correct?" Oh, McGonagall was good.

"Most definitely." Abortion was to cruel. It was like killing a house elf. Evil.

"And you won't be putting it up for adoption?"

"Of course not!" Hermione said, sounding a bit flabbergasted. That was abandonment.

"I see. So what do you plan to do?"

"I was hoping you could help me. I want to finish school. I've decided in May, when I deliver it, I'll have my parents take care of it until I graduate. Then I'll raise it myself."

Minerva shook her head. A talented girl like Hermione Granger was planning on spending the rest of her life as a single mother. The Headmistress refused to except that.

"I can write some letters. Maybe I can help you get a job that will have a daycare close by so you can put your skills to good use and take care of the baby." McGonagall said as she ran through some job locations in her head. "We should probably find out which Weasley boy it was." With that, she pulled out a sheet of parchment and enchanted one of her quills to begin writing. The Weasley's had best know that they needed to interrogate their sons.

"Headmistress, I would rather not get the Weasley's involved. I don't want to bother them with helping to feed another mouth."

"Miss Granger. As a father of this baby, it is their responsibility to assist you."

"What if they don't remember either!"

"Fred and George, not remember from drinking too much? Between you and me, I know that they often ran off to Hogsmeade for a drink late at night. It'd get them expelled so I never said anything, but those two never listened to my warnings. Oh, they'll know all right. Fred's not back yet, since he asked for a bit of time off to help his brother invent some new things for their shop, otherwise I'd just call him up here and shove some truth potion down his throat."

Hermione smiled, as she stood in front of her Headmistress, grateful that such a wonderful woman was in charge of the school.

"I'll inform Madame Hooch that your broom riding lessons should be cancelled."

"Headmistress, I hate flying as much as I hate Malfoy," McGonagall gave her a look, but Hermione just ignored it and went on, "but if you were to suddenly put a stop to them, I think that would alert people that something's wrong. Madame Hooch is known for never letting a student just quit when learning to ride a broomstick. I don't really want to alert any attention to myself."

"What if you happen to fall and the baby dies?"

"I don't think Fred would let me fall." Hermione said to be honest. The Headmistress just raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"Well then," Minerva said as she pulled another piece of parchment off a stack to the side of her desk, "When you notice that your stomach is growing noticeably larger, come see me again. I'll make sure to have just the thing by that time."

"Thank you, Professor."

Hermione felt a bit better as she departed from the Headmistress's office. McGonagall just felt a bit more troubled as she watched her leave.

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Thursday Morning, January 6th

George yawned loudly as he rolled out of bed and scratched the back of his head. He glanced up at a clock hanging on the wall and grimaced. It was too early to be out of bed, after pulling an all nighter in the laboratory with Fred. They had been working on a new type of candy that would make parts of your face slide around your body. It had taken hours to get Fred's nose off his chest and back into place.

He pulled a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans on, before making his daily trudge down the hall. As he passed Fred's room, he was happy to hear loud snoring. It had been lonely without his brother near, but George knew the two couldn't be together forever. They had their own lives to lead.

As George poured himself a cup of muggle coffee (the stuff was just too good not to drink on a daily basis), he heard tapping at the window. A large grey owl sat on the ledge just outside their kitchen, with a letter in it's beak. He seemed to have an urgent look in his eye, which was odd for an owl. When George noticed the marker around it's leg he quickly sprang across the kitchen to make entry for the owl.

It was the Headmistress's personal delivery owl.

Her fumbled with some owl treats, accepting the letter as he fed the large creature. After it was gone George hastily tore open the envelope that was addressed to 'The Weasley's'. He wasn't sure why the owl had came to them and not gone to their parents, since usually letters were addressed to one of the twins or both. Then he realized that in her haste, McGonagall must have forgotten to write an address, because there was none underneath. This meant the owl had just flown to the closest Weasley residence, which happened to be his apartment above their shop.

Since it was already open, he decided not to do the right thing and send it straight to his mother. George grinned as he wondered what trouble Ron or Ginny had gotten into in just a day's time. Harry would probably be involved somewhere in the mix.

For a moment he considered waking up Fred, but curiosity got the best of him so he just read it by himself.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,

This letter is to inform you that something rather unbelievable has happened.

George raised an eyebrow. It was a strange day when Minerva McGonagall was surprised.

Hermione Granger approached me last eve, and informed me that on the trip your children, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Potter, and Miss Lovegood, took this summer, they happened to drink a considerable amount.

Hermione told? That wasn't like her.

Miss Granger blacked out, and woke up the next morning, realizing she had spent the night with someone, whom she could not recall.

Oh shit. George looked up towards Fred's room and glared. Stupid git didn't even tell her they slept together.

She was able to determine it was either Fred or George, but she still can't remember which one it happened to be.

Fred would kill George if he had even tried.

It turns out that, on that night, they didn't use protection.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" George shouted as he stared down at the letter in disbelief. Immediately a loud thump could be heard from Fred's bedroom. Apparently he had startled his twin brother and he had jumped off the bed, only to fall flat on his face.

Hermione had told me that she is willing to raise the baby by herself, but I don't think such a thing can be tolerated. I hope that you will thoroughly interrogate your sons to find out which one it was. Hermione is against abortion and putting it up for adoption, so the baby is due in mid-May, which leaves quite some time to find out.

More thumping could be heard from Fred's room as he jumped to get dressed and see what was going on.

I hope that one of them will come clean and offer to help her, since she is already so close to the family. When the father is confirmed please reply back quickly.

Sinceraly,

Minerva McGonagallHeadmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Before Fred could leave his room, George quickly folded up the letter and shoved it into the envelope. He quickly slid them into his back pocket and hid the owl treat container.

Fred burst out of his room looking around for trouble.

"What's going on? Why did you shout?"

"It was nothing. I just found out that England lost to Germany this weekend." George said as he pointed to the front page of the Daily Prophet which had arrived earlier that morning. They often kept a couple knuts on the table, and the skylight open so it could just come and they didn't have to wake up any earlier to pay the owl.

"Oh. Well damn. I just lost five galleons to Lee." Fred murmured as he slid back into his room to try and sleep a bit longer.

George wasn't sure why he wasn't trying to strange his stupid brother. What idiot didn't use protection?

He felt the letter in his pocket and slowly sat down at the kitchen table, feeling as if a boulder had just been put on his shoulders, weighing him down.

Fred liked Hermione. Fred slept with Hermione. Fred got Hermione pregnant.

But would he help Hermione take care of a baby? George had spent his whole life with his twin, but such a problem had never arisen, so the answer wasn't so clear.

George clenched his fists. He thought about Hermione's feelings. She probably wanted Fred to come out and say they slept together. Why hadn't Fred already done so? He hoped his brother wasn't such a dunderhead that he'd just run off and leave Hermione to be a single mother like McGonagall feared.

George felt himself grow irritated with his brother, which was something that happened rarely. Slowly a grin creeped across his face as a plan formed in his head.

He returned to his bedroom and pulled out a sheet of parchment and a quick note quill. Quietly he mumbled out a letter for McGonagall.

Dear Headmistress,

George Weasley here. It turns out my idiotic brother did 'that' with poor Hermione when she was smashed. I happen to know, that Fred does like Hermione though, but he's too stupid to admit it to her. I'm very angry at him right now, and I want to make him pay for causing Hermione to suffer for these past four months. I hope that you will follow along with this and reply back to me soon.

Even if Fred doesn't take responsibility for the child (which if he doesn't I'll gut him) then I'll help her raise it.

If she ask's tell Hermione you haven't gotten a reply back yet.

George Weasley

PS: You forgot to write an address, so this letter came to me, instead of my parents. I would rather they not know about this just yet.

The game had began.

…..

Hermione shivered as she felt him turn her over to face him. His lips were soft and the friction their bodies made, felt like electricity was running through her veins.

She heard herself moan as he thrusted into her again.

"Shit." He whispered against her mouth. She could feel one of his hands on her hips, the other pressed against her back to help support her. One of her hands was clawing at his back while the other grabbed at his hair.

It was soft, and had a nice red color.

She slowly opened her blurry eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, dotted with brown freckles. His bright blue eyes were staring down at her with a transfixed look. It was enough to make her want to scream. Which she did. He had put wards on the room to keep people out, and the noise in, thankfully. Both of her hands moved to his back where she could feel her nails digging. He didn't seem to notice.

"Ah. Hermione." He whispered as he kissed her neck.

"Oh Merlin." She groaned softly.

"Wrong name." The man on top of her said with a chuckle. "Try again."

"Fred… stop teasing and hurry up. I can't take this anymore."

She felt his one of his hands move to her breasts as he began to kiss her again. He moved against her hips faster and she thought she was going to go insane with the rhythm.

"Ah." She said breathlessly as her eyes shot open and her back arched. "Fred!"

She heard him growl at the back of his throat as he pushed into her a few more times before collapsing on top of her.

She felt warm and sticky, but she didn't mind. Fred was holding her and that was all that really mattered.

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Thursday Morning, January 6th

Hermione jumped up as her dream sat fresh in her mind. Her eyes widened as she remembered who it was she had slept with.

At the back of her mind, she was thinking it was kind of sick for a pregnant girl to be having sex dreams, but that wasn't important at the moment.

It wasn't really a sex dream. It was a memory from their trip that summer.

She had slept with Fred.

She bounded out of bed and shouted with joy. She was ecstatic it was Fred and not George (not that there was anything wrong with George).

But she stumbled as another realization hit her.

She had been spending a lot of time alone with Fred recently… but he hadn't said one word about it.

Had he forgotten? No. McGonagall had assured her that the twins would remember.

Fred was ashamed of sleeping with Hermione.

She felt her heart drop and ache painfully.

That day she didn't leave her room. After putting up silent charms and making sure the door was quadruple locked, she laid in her bed, and cried.

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A/N: Oh George! You sly dog, you!

So here's a bit more smut (mostly for you Elizabeth, since you seem to like the perverted parts of this story more than anything. Haha!) and after everything's done, I'll probably write a chapter of just FredxHermione smut, so look forward to it!