(A/N) Soooooooooooo… it's been forever and for that I am truly sorry. Really, I know y'all are probably like, "Bitch! Update your freaking story before I reach through this screen and get yo ass to update!" Okay, so maybe it's not that extreme but… whatever. I really, truly am sorry and I know that forgiveness isn't that easy but I hope that this chapter helps you be a little less mad at me :) For everyone that wanted Ron to do something… that's in here, and there is some humor, some cuteness, and a bit of craziness. SO, I hope you really like it. Please make sure to follow, favorite, and comment. FR this time, I'm about to graduate so that means more time to write and update. Yay! Anywho, here y'all go.
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Hermione woke up with a weird weight on her abdomen. She looked down to see Fred's arm draped across her belly. "Fred." Hermione rubbed his head but that only seemed to make things worse as he moaned and snuggled in closer to her. Hermione laughed and pushed him away a bit, trying to wake him up. "C'mon Fred we need to get ready. The Hogwarts express will leave without us if we don't get a move on."
Fred grunted and looked down at his wrist, tapping his wand to it like he'd done the night before. "It's only 9:30 woman." He laid his head back down and rubbed his nose on Hermione's belly, getting comfortable again. "The train doesn't leave till 11:00 and we're packed and everything."
"Comfy?" Hermione asked. Fred nodded his head and sighed in content. "Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm hungry, which means the boys are hungry, which means I have to get up and feed the three of us. Fred rolled away and got up, seeming to wake up almost instantly.
"Would you like me to get you some breakfast?"
"In bed?"
Fred smiled and pulled on a 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes' sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, and some shoes. "Why not?" Hermione smiled too and nodded her head eagerly. "I'll go and get the lady something good then." Fred left and Hermione sat in bed, for a few minutes longer, savoring the warmth. The next couple of weeks were going to be long and tiring. Hermione went over to the master bath and splashed her face with cold water to wake up more. She pulled her hair back into a sloppy bun and (with supplies for touch ups from her purse from the night before) applied a layer of mascara and a coat of pale lip-gloss. After that, Hermione slipped into her travel clothes, a pair of leggings, one of Fred's Chudley Cannons sweatshirts and some white high-tops her aunt had gotten her as a Christmas present the year before. Just as she finished, Fred came into the room with steaming, delicious smelling food.
"That smells amazing." Hermione said, coming out of the room and into the living room area. Her stomach growled and Fred laughed.
"You can't have any of this until you get into bed Mione. It is, after all, called breakfast in bed for a reason." The brunette didn't need to be told twice, she rushed into the bedroom, kicking off her high-tops, and climbed into bed, eagerly awaiting her meal.
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Fred walked with Hermione, trunk in hand, to the Gryffindor dormitories so that she could get her own trunk and extra pack. "I'll just be a second," she said, rushing upstairs.
"Been out all night bookworm?" asked Lavender as soon as Hermione stepped through the door of her dormitory.
"That's none of your business." Hermione turned and walked over to her bed, willing her face not to heat up.
"Look Parv, she's blushing." Hermione cursed and tried to cover her face even more. Damn rushing blood. "How pathetic."
Hermione whirled around and aimed her wand at Lavender, a deadly look on her face. "Don't say another rude word to me Brown. I've put up with your shite since we were first years and you've actually had a couple of moments when you weren't a horrible roommate but this past year, you have made my life absolutely miserable. Just because you're insecure in your relationship and have a stick shoved so far up your arse I can see it coming out of your nose doesn't give you the right to ridicule me. Guess what? I have flaws. I'm human. Deal with it and just shut up and leave me alone because I can't deal with you anymore. So what? I was gone last night. It doesn't concern you so why should you even care? Why don't you just flitter off with your Won Won and leave me the hell alone?!" On that note, Hermione snatched up her trunk, slung her pack over her shoulder, and hurried out of the room. She probably wouldn't have said anything if it weren't for the fact that she was moving out soon but, gosh damn it, she was so sick of Lav Lav and her stupid comments. "Come Crookshanks." Her ugly cat followed her out of the room seeming to turn up its nose as it passed Lavender. Hermione levitated her trunk down to Fred and took his hand, leading him out of the common room.
"You okay Hermione?" he asked, looking concerned.
Hermione gave a small smile and let go of his hand. "Yeah. I just kind of yelled at Lavender and I still wasn't all the way cooled off." Fred smiled.
"You yelled at Lavender?" Hermione smiled and nodded at his question. "Brilliant.
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Hermione and Fred found a compartment that was empty and piled in with Harry and Ginny. The two latter's would be moving to other compartments (Ginny with Dean and Harry with Ron) but Hermione and Fred had asked that they share a compartment for the first part of the ride. "What is this about?" Asked Ginny. She looked at her brother and best friend who were sitting next to each other. They both had their eyes down and were sporting red, blushing cheeks. "Ummm." Ginny looked to Harry but he, unlike her, seemed to know what was going on.
"We have something to tell you," Fred said, looking at his sister seriously.
"Why are you all so serious?" she asked with a smile. "What'd you do? Knock Hermione up?" She laughed a bit louder and both Hermione and Fred looked up, surprised.
"How did you know?" asked Fred.
"Know what?" Ginny stopped laughing and looked in-between the couple in front of her. "You're joking." Ginny began to laugh again but one look from Harry told her that the other two were serious and her giggles stopped. "Oh Merlin."
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"It was only one time though!" Ginny exclaimed, after Hermione and Fred were done explaining.
"You don't know, it could have happened more than once that night." Everyone in the compartment gave Harry cold glares and he frowned.
"Okay, ew, I meant it was only one night. You guys weren't even sober!"
Fred paled. "How did you know it was that night?"
Hermione looked away and Ginny smiled. "Well Hermione told me about it, like right after of course." Harry looked sick and tried to clear his mind of the images popping up in his head.
"You told my sister about that?" Fred looked horrified.
"Not all of the details!" Hermione buried her head in her hands and let out a small scream. "Everything is so messy and confusing I know."
Ginny nodded along and then looked at Hermione closely. "Not saying that I don't believe you, but prove it." Hermione stood up, closed the covers for the windows in the compartment and pulled up her stomach to show her little, swollen belly. Ginny shrieked and jumped up, and gave Hermione a huge hug. "I'm going to be an auntie!"
"Why weren't you like this earlier?" grumbled Fred.
"Because I still thought this might be one of your pranks." Fred was about to retort but then nodded his head.
"Touche."
"How far along are you? Are you guys like a thing? How are you guys going to raise a baby – " Hermione slapped a hand over her friends mouth and gave her a weak smile.
"One at a time Gin. I'm about 4 months along, uh – " she looked at Fred and they both blushed and looked to the floor. "and we're still figuring things out but we'll do the best we can."
"You're 4 months along and you didn't tell me sooner?" Ginny looked upset and Hermione frowned, feeling bad.
"I'm really sorry Gin. I just didn't know a right time and – "
"And we're still figuring out some stuff, like Hermione said, so things have been hectic," fished Fred. Ginny nodded, understanding.
"This is all very nice but why did you call me in here?" asked Harry. "I already knew Mione was pregnant." Ginny crossed her arms, so Harry knew too.
Hermione gave Ginny an apologetic look and said, "Well, we're telling the grandparents over the break." Ginny nodded in understanding.
"So that's why Fred is going to be 'getting tutored' by Hermione during the beginning of break and not around?" asked Ginny.
"Yes," Fred nodded, "and we were just wondering if you two would be on our side when everyone else gets all up in arms about this whole ordeal."
"I will stick up for you two," said Harry, looking thoughtful. "But I'm just saying this now, it'll take a while for Ron to accept everything." Both Hermione and Fred nodded their heads.
"Gin?"
"How could I not?" She got up and hugged both Hermione and Fred again. "I won't lie, it is surprising, but I'm so happy for you, and I'm happy that I'm going to be an aunt."
Hermione had tears rolling down her face and she hugged her friend tightly. "Thank you so much Ginny."
Ginny, now crying too, said, "I just want you to be happy!"
Fred looked at Harry, "Women…" The green eyed boy nodded and chuckled.
"Hey Mione I need to go. I told Ron that I'd sit with him when I was done in here." The brunette nodded and wiped away her tears.
"That's no problem Harry, and thank you for understanding all of this…and my weird hormones." Harry laughed and kissed Hermione on the cheek, leaving the compartment.
"What's your excuse?" Fred bluntly asked Ginny.
She glared at her older brother and crossed his arms. "For your information I'm a girl and unlike you, we have hearts and emotions so ex-cuse me!"
Hermione giggled and opened the door that Ginny was going for. "See you later Gin. Thank you." She young Weasley nodded and headed down the corridor of the train to seek out her boyfriend.
"And then there were two." Hermione smiled at Fred, who had his legs thrown across the seat and a pillow behind him.
"Napping are we?"
Fred grimaced. "Do you mind? I didn't get to sleep till late last night and – "
"Don't sweat it." Hermione said, going over to the other seat. Fred conjured her up a pillow and she laid down, getting comfy. "Thank you." Crookshanks pawed at the seat and Hermione patted the cushion, telling him to jump up. The orange cat obliged and made itself cozy by Hermione's stomach. The brunette smiled and closed her eyes. "Sleep well Fred."
"You too Hermione."
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Hermione awoke to the train lurching to a stop and lots of chatter. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, to see Fred sitting across from her with a few sweets in his lap. "How long have you been up?"
"Not long." He took the licorice wand he was sucking on out of his mouth and gave her a small smile.
"Ugh!" Hermione got up and grabbed her bag, which was sitting above her. "You should have woken me up. I feel bad now."
"Nothing to feel bad about love. Besides, you look cute when you sleep." Hermione gave him a doubtful look but didn't say anything else, just slinging her bag over her shoulder. Fred walked out of the compartment, following Hermione, and onto the boarding platform they went. The two got their trunks, placed them onto trollies, and strolled over to where Mr. and Mrs. Granger were waiting. "Hello," Fred said, holding out a hand. Both of Hermione's parents shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you both. Thank you for letting me stay with you for this next week."
Mr. Granger nodded and narrowed his eyes. "You're staying because you need tutored correct?" Fred was about to speak but Hermione beat him to it.
"Actually, we have to talk to you guys about something pretty big."
"So what is it?"
"Now, now Charles. They can tell us when we get home." Jeanine Granger told her husband. She wrapped an arm around her daughter and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "How have you been sweetie?"
"Good, just very busy."
"Hermione dear!" All heads turned to Mrs. Weasley as the plump woman made her way over to the Grangers and Fred. Molly gave Hermione and Fred big hugs before going to Jeanine Granger and giving her a hug too. "Thank you so much for letting Fred stay with you two for this next week. It's very much appreciated."
"It's no problem Molly," Jeanine said with a small laugh. "After all you've done for Hermione it's the least we can do. Besides, she's going to be staying with you for the week after so I should be thanking you."
Molly waved away the other mothers comment and smiled. "No need. We love having Hermione." The brunette smiled at Mrs. Weasleys words.
"Mum!" the small group turned to the sound of Ron whining for his mom to hurry up.
"Ronald Weasley you don't have one patient bone in your body!"
"And?" Fred looked at his brother with a gaping mouth. You didn't talk back to Mrs. Weasley (especially not in front of others) unless you wanted to be put on gnome duty with no food and almost complete isolation.
"Ronald Bilious Weasley, when I get over there – "
"What? What are you going to do? You don't scare me." Hermione couldn't tell if he was under the imperious curse or if he was just being daft.
"Excuse me," Molly said, her face red in embarrassment. "It seems as though my boy, though he looks to be about 16, is only 5 and deserves to be treated like the tot he's posing as." She gave them all one last hug before turning and marching over to Ron, a deadly look in her eyes. As the Grangers took their daughter and Fred back to their car, they could hear Mrs. Weasley yelling at Ron about properness, manners, and integrity.
"Glad I'm not getting that," Fred whispered to Hermione as they slipped into her family's car. "
"I'd actually rather be getting that," She said back. Fred had a confused expression and Hermione gulped, "With what news we bring, it's going to be like entering the belly of a beast."
Fred looked at Hermione's father and a scared expression crossed his face. The man wasn't taller than him but he was extremely intimidating all the same.
The ride to the Grangers house was quiet and before they knew it, they were back at Hermione's childhood home.
"Go on in and get unpacked you two. Hermione, would you please show Fred to the room he'll be staying in?"
"Yes mum." Hermione grabbed her bags from the trunk, as did Fred, and the two walked into the foyer. There was a bench by the door and a wicker basket for shoes right next to a small coat closet. Fred followed Hermione's example and took off his shoes as he stepped inside. He walked after Hermione as she went further into the house and what he saw didn't surprise him at all. In the living room there was a large couch, two chairs, a weird big black thing on a table, and covering all the walls were bookshelves. So Hermione takes after her parents when it comes to her love for books. He thought with a smile. Hermione tugged on his arm and led him upstairs. Down the hall on the right at the very end was Mr. and Mrs. Grangers bedroom.
"Honestly there's nothing really special over there so I'd just suggest staying out of the right wing of the hallway," Hermione said before leading him to the left. "Okay so this is the loo." Hermione stepped aside to allow him in and Fred took in the small room. It was painted with a light crème color and accents of lavender. Fred smiled, it was very neat and orderly even though it was just a restroom. The two left and went across the hall to a room that had a purple 'H' hanging on the door. Hermione opened the door slowly and the two walked in. Fred couldn't help but smile at Hermione's room. She had a crème comforter that looked like clouds and lavender pillows lined the top of her bed. She had a small crème dresser for clothes, a window seat with pillows, a desk filled with parchment and quills, and her room too had bookshelves in the walls. Fred was slightly surprised though when he saw that a good number of the shelves held not books, but pictures of her with family and friends or small trinkets from her childhood and years at Hogwarts. "What do you think?" Hermione had set down her things and was looking at Fred nervously.
"It's very…you." She frowned at him. "What I mean is that it's cute and just has an air about it that makes you feel warm and happy inside." Fred's eyes widened and he looked down. Hermione blushed and then giggled.
"Well thank you very much. I'm glad you approve. Now shall I show you your room?"
"You mean I won't be staying in here with you?" Fred gave Hermione one of his trademark smirks as her eyes widened.
"No. You most certainly will not!" Hermione placed her bags on the floor and began pushing Fred out of her room and into the hallway. "Down here is where you will be staying." Right beside Hermione's room was the Granger family guest bedroom. Crisp green sheets and a crème comforter lined the bed. Next to it was a soft green nightstand and on one side of the room was a crème colored dresser and a small cupboard to hang clothes up. "It's not much but-
"It's very peaceful. I love it." Fred smiled at Hermione who blushed and intertwined her hands together.
"Well, get all freshened up and then we'll head downstairs for some lunch." Fred nodded and began setting up a few of his belongings. Fred didn't know when Hermione wanted to tell her parents but he wanted to be prepared so he put on a nice long sleeve shirt and ran a brush through his unruly hair. He walked over to the full-length mirror placed by a small chair in his room and looked at himself.
"Okay. It's all going to be fine. You'll tell them together, granted, they won't be happy but you'll explain and everything will work itself out." He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his recently brushed hair. "I'm going to die," he moaned, falling backwards onto the bed.
Over in Hermione's room, the brunette witch was having a freak-out herself. She had wanted to look a bit nicer and tried to put on one of her favorite shirts but it was tight enough to show off her growing belly and noticeably larger breasts. "Damnit," she huffed, taking out a loose shirt with ruffled sleeves. She put on a pair of fluffy socks, ran a pick through her hair, and braided it into a half-up, half-down do. "You can do this Hermione. It's just your parents. Will it be easy? Well, no… but you have to do this. Where is that Gryffindor bravery? Okay. I can do this." Hermione took in five deep breaths before leaving her room and walking to Fred's. She knocked on the door softly and was greeted quickly by a musky scent. "You ready?" Fred nodded and breathed out, his breath was minty. Hermione intertwined her hand with Fred's for comfort and together, they slowly made their way down the stairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were sitting at the dining room table with lunch set up and ready. They saw Fred and Hermione enter and Mrs. Granger smiled at the two, ushering them forward. Mr. Granger just looked down at their hands and frowned. Mrs. Granger sat down, still smiling, and waited for the two teens to join. "Is everything alright dear?"
"Mum, dad, Fred and I have something to tell you. Remember like how I said at the train station?"
"Well yes dear but can't it wait until after we eat?" Hermione's mother gestured to the food. Hermione thought about it for a second, wishing that she could just have a few moments of normalcy, eating with her parents, but she knew that if not at that moment, she'd lose her nerve and end up not telling them. She shook her head and buried her face somewhat into Fred's arm.
Fred's heart felt like it was beating so fast that it'd fly out of his chest at any moment and he was frozen in place. "Hermione, what is it you wanted to tell us?" Mr. Granger asked.
"I – we – um," Hermione looked up at Fred and he nodded. "I'm… pregnant."
Mrs. Grangers smile left her face and she stared at her daughter quizzically. "What?"
"I'm –
"No. I heard you… I just, can't believe it. Are you sure?"
"Yes. I've been to the doctor and I've seen." Mrs. Granger took in a sharp breath.
"I'm so sorry mum. It was a complete accident I swear but we're taking full responsibility and I just, I needed to tell you." Her mother nodded and she looked over to her father who hadn't said a word. "Dad?"
Mr. Granger shook his head and stood up from the table, not saying a word, and stormed off. Hermione looked after her father and felt tears prickle in her eyes. It would have been better if he would have screamed at her or yelled or anything. Instead, all he seemed to feel was disappointment. Hermione sniffed and looked up, trying hard not to cry.
"Why don't – why don't you two sit down and start getting lunch. He's just going to need some time. Mrs. Granger stayed sitting and seemed to be in her own little world as she said, nor did, anything else. Hermione and Fred sat down hesitantly and took small portions onto their plates but it was more to be polite. Neither could stomach the thought of food at that time.
After about 30 minutes of pure silence Jeanine Granger suggested that everyone went to their room to just let everything cool down and said that she'd talk to Charles and get him to cool down. The two teens obliged and both retreated to their rooms without another word. About 45 minutes in, Fred had to use the loo and quickly ran to the bathroom as to avoid any confrontation. On his way back to his room he heard muffled sounds coming from Hermione's room and a big sniffle. He knocked quietly before entering her room to find her curled in a ball with her face in her purple pillow. Fred soundlessly shut the door and walked over to her bed. Without a word, he picked her up as if she was a small child and settled down on the bed with her curled in his lap. He slung a blanket over Hermione and pulled her close, setting a sweet kiss atop her head. She clung to his chest, her sobs being muffled by his chest and he held her tight, not saying a word.
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Fred and Hermione stayed like that until hours later when Jeanine walked into Hermione's room and asked them to make their way downstairs. She didn't ask any questions about the position the two were in but she did give a wary look at Fred before turning and walking out of the room.
"Mione?" Hermione sniffled and didn't let go. "Did you hear your mum?" Hermione nodded. "Are you going to be okay?" Hermione gave no sign of acknowledgement and instead seemed to sink deeper into the blanket. Fred brushed back Hermione's hair that was clinging to her forehead and ran his fingers under her puffy, tear stained eyes. She looked at him and nodded her heads, sniffing loudly. Fred gave a small chuckle and stood up, placing her on her own two feet. "Take a moment and we'll go whenever you're ready." Hermione continued to stare up at Fred with an undistinguishable look on her face. Fred looked down at her and couldn't help but think about kissing her. Her petal pink lips were pouty and her eyes seemed larger than usual. She looked innocent and sweet, just like the Hermione he'd always admired. "I – uh – should probably go and clean up just a bit cause… hair and – uh – yeah." He quickly left her room and ran into his own, breathing hard. He had been so close! Yet, she didn't like him like that… he's need to be more careful around her especially since they'd be living together soon.
Hermione couldn't believe what had almost happened. Kissing wasn't part of the plan! I mean, it's not like they had much of a plan as it was, but… Fred didn't like her like that and she couldn't afford falling in love with a man who didn't share her feelings. Quickly re-cleaning herself up, she blew her nose, wiped under her eyes, and reapplied a thin layer of mascara. Again, the two walked downstairs together and this time saw Mr. Weasley downstairs with the Grangers.
"We called Mr. and Mrs. Weasley because we think that you need to tell them your news too and now is the best time." Mrs. Granger said. Hermione and Fred looked at each other, both feeling scared and nervous (more than before). Together, the Grangers and Fred flooed to the Burrow. Molly was obviously cooking because delicious fumes wafted from the kitchen and into the den.
"Molly dear, we're back." Mr. Weasley looked at Fred and Hermione with small smiles and directed everyone to the kitchen.
"Oh hello again dearies," Molly said, bustling about to give the two kids hugs. "So, what is this news that you have for us then?"
"Mum, you might want to sit down." Molly looked around cautiously but obliged without protest. "Hermione and I have something to tell you." Fred said.
"Alright then. Out with it."
Fred looked at Hermione and she nodded, taking his hand. "Hermione is – well, mum – Hermione is pregnant."
"Oh ha, ha Fred. That's not a very funny joke Fred." Molly said, looking stern.
"I don't believe he's joking Molly." Arthur said seriously, looking at his wife.
"Well of course he's joking Arthur! This is Fred we're talking about. This is just a prank, right?" Molly looked to her son, almost begging that it be a joke but Fred shook his head.
"It's not a joke mum. Hermione really is pregnant."
Molly looked like she was about ready to faint as she fanned at herself. "Oh merlin."
"You don't actually believe him do you?" All of the parents along with Fred and Hermione whipped around to see Ron standing in the doorway, his face red and fuming. "You actually think that Hermione would be with someone like Fred?"
"Ronald," Hermione scolded, shaking her head.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Fred asked, his temper rising. There were pounding thumps as the other kids began bounding down the stairs to see what was going on. Harry, along with George and Ginny came around the corner where Ron was standing.
"It means that Hermione, the Brightest Witch of our Age, wouldn't go for you. A dropout prankster who doesn't give a rat's arse about her."
"Ronald Billious Weasley," Molly said, standing up.
"Mate, don't – " Harry tried to pull Ron back but the ginger shrugged his friends arm off.
Fred pulled Hermione behind him but kept his hand in hers. "I may be a dropout and a prankster, but I have never not cared for Hermione."
"Bloody hell Fred, you only want her because I've always liked her!" Ron yelled.
"I never made a move because you liked her, you prick!" Fred all but screamed back. "I knew you liked Hermione so I never said anything."
"Boys, break it up –
Fred and Ron ignored their mother, drawing closer to each other. "Well if you never made a move on her then how is she supposedly pregnant?"
"It was one night, neither of us were in our right minds, and it just happened."
"I don't believe you," said Ron, shaking his head, "she can't be pregnant."
Hermione stepped out from behind Fred and lifted up her shirt enough to show off her growing belly. "It wasn't planned Ron, I swear, but it happened; it's happening, and there isn't anything you can say to make it go away."
Ron stared at Hermione's belly for a minute, not saying a word, before turning fiery eyes to Fred. "You!" Ron lunged himself at Fred and in a split second, Fred had pushed Hermione to the side and casted a protection spell around her. Fred was knocked to the floor by Ron and within a couple of seconds had blood spilling from his mouth and nose from all of Ron's punches. "You bastard!" The younger ginger yelled, throwing punches at Fred's face. Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs and tried to run and help but the spell kept her back. Harry and George ran to get Ron off of Fred but they were having troubles getting him away. George took out his wand and sent a disarming charm Ron's way that made him fly backwards. Harry and Mr. Weasley ran after him, pinning him to the ground so that he couldn't get back up. George, on the other hand, along with Mrs. Weasley began tending to Fred's face as he was slipping in and out of consciousness. Ginny ran over to Hermione who was, at that point, sobbing on the ground and started making shushing noises while rubbing her back.
George and Mrs. Weasley levitated Fred to the couch and sealed up the last of the wounds. Molly gave him a blood replenishing potion and right after, he went to sleep. Hermione came out soon after with a bowl of water and a washcloth to wash up some of the blood from his face while the parents talked in the kitchen.
"I am so terribly sorry that you all had to see that." Molly said, her face red and tired. "I swear, my home is not usually like this."
Both of the Grangers nodded in understanding. "It has been quite shocking hasn't it?" Mrs. Granger said, sipping on a cup of tea. The others all nodded.
"I know that he is your son and it may be wrong to say, but seeing Fred get punched was pretty satisfying." Everyone looked to Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger slapped his arm.
"Charles!"
"Dear; he got our 17 year old daughter pregnant. I have a right to be mad." They all looked at him and he held up his hands. "Hey! I can't punch the punk so excuse me for being somewhat happy that someone else did."
Arthur chuckled, "I would be thinking the same thing if it was my little Ginny but you'd have to remember that it does take two people to make a child."
Mr. Granger put his head in his hands and moaned, "Don't remind me. I don't need to think of my daughter doing anything but reading books and playing with her dolls."
"So, what should we do? How should we go about this?" asked Mrs. Granger, with a worried look upon her face.
"Well," started Arthur, "I think we need to talk to them and get the full story, talk to them about how irresponsible it was, and then… support them no matter what." He looked around the table and rubbed the back of his neck (a habit all of the Weasley boys had taken up) "While it's hard for us to understand and fathom, imagine how tough it is for those two at the moment." All of the adults looked into the living room where Hermione was placing a cold cloth on Fred's forehead. "They need support more than anything at the moment."
"Charles?" Mrs. Granger looked to her husband pleadingly. The middle-aged man looked as though he was going to be sick but gave off a small nod in response.
"Excellent," Molly said, standing up, "Now, if you will excuse me, I must go discipline my son on manners and respect." They heard her march off to the stairs and less than two minutes later they heard a yelp from Ron, what sounded like a smack, and Mrs. Weasley's infamous yells.
"He's waking up!" the remaining parents heard Hermione yell. They all rushed in to see Fred starting to blink his eyes and try to sit up. Hermione, however, pushed him back down and glared at him.
"Geez woman! Why must you be so force full?" Fred asked, furrowing his brow.
"Are you daft? You have been through a trauma!"
"Oh really darling, must you be so dramatic?" Fred and Hermione looked over to see Mrs. Granger standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Hermione frowned but Fred laughed out loud.
"Yeah Mione, don't be so dramatic." Fred said, gently nudging the brunette. The doe eyed girl just sent Fred a glare before slouching back into the couch.
Arthur and Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked into the room, sitting down on couches and chairs. "Are you alright Fred?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Never better." Fred touched his nose and sucked in a breath. "Just a tad sore is all."
"When Molly comes down, we need to finish our earlier conversation," Arthur said, changing the subject. Both teens nodded, not saying a thing.
No one said a thing while waiting for Molly to return. When she finally did come down, the site that reached her eyes when she reached the others was sheer awkwardness. She sat down and for a minute, said nothing.
"So," started Fred, "What did you all want to talk with us about?"
All of the parents looked at each other, looking to see who would speak first. With no surprise, it was Molly. "How – How did you two – How, exactly, did this happen?"
"Like we said, it was an acid-"
"I realize it was an accident Fred! What I mean is how? When?"
"Do you remember Ginny's birthday?" Asked Hermione, looking nervous. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Well, the alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks got mixed up so we were drinking whatever was put into the non-alcoholic container." Molly gasped and covered her mouth. "Everybody was drunk and then someone brought out fire whiskey and we began doing shots. Fred and I walked in together because we had both reached our alcohol point and then, it just…happened." By now, Hermione's face was a deep crimson color and she looked like she wanted to crawl under the coffee table and die. Mr. Grangers face had turned a sickly color but he still didn't say anything.
"So this is all my fault?" asked Molly, her eyes brimming with tears.
"No, mum, that's not it at all," Fred assured with a small smile. "Technically, it was someone else's fault," he wouldn't name names, "but that doesn't matter now. We forgive them because we realize that it was a mistake."
The parents all took a moment to digest the news before Mrs. Granger broke the silence by asking, "What now?" Hermione and Fred looked at her, confused, before she added, "You know; are you getting married, or – "
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hermione said, standing up quickly. "Married?!"
"Well dear, you guys are having a baby together," Molly explained, trying to make Hermione see what they were meaning.
"I know perfectly well that we are having children as they growing inside of me at this very moment," Hermione huffed, feeling ruffled by their suggestions.
"We are just taking things slow for now," explained Fred, lightly pulling Hermione back to a sitting position on the couch.
"We know that dear," began Molly, "but –
"Did you say 'children'?" interrupted Charles.
Fred and Hermione looked at each other both of their eyes wide. "You wanna apperate now?" asked Fred into Hermione's ear.
"We can't just run away from this," Hermione whispered back, slapping his arm lightly. "Besides, we're already too far in to turn back." Fred groaned and a pout appeared on his lips.
"Damnit all." The two of them turned their heads back to their waiting parents and they both gave off awkward smiles.
"I'm kind of, um, having twins." She grinned/grimaced and looked to Fred. The ginger haired boy took his wand out of his pocket and set off two, small, blue fireworks.
"Surprise," he said weakly, raising his arms. "Are you all okay?" Fred asked, waving his hands in front of each of the parent's stony faces. "Uh…" He turned to the brunette, who just shrugged her shoulders, not knowing any more than him what to do and/or say.
Arthur was the first to snap out of the trance and he furrowed his brow. "So, you're absolutely sure?" Hermione nodded and Fred took out the ultrasound picture he always kept with him and gave it over to his dad, proudly.
"That's the photo they took at the ultisam!"
"Ultrasound," whispered Hermione.
"Yeah! The Ultrasound." He smiled widely and touched the picture lightly. "Those are my boys."
"They are boys?" asked Jeanine, also out of her trance. She took a look at the picture and a small smile appeared on her face.
Hermione, seeing her mother's smile, also smiled and nodded her head eagerly. "Yes. We found out a little while ago. I'm having twin boys."
The other two, also out of their trances, went over to inspect the photo. Molly started to cry small tears and when the others tried to calm her down she just patted her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "I just can't believe I'm going to be a granny." She then hugged both Hermione and Fred before bustling off to the kitchen to start dinner.
Mrs. Granger and Mr. Weasley both gave hugs to the two, quickly, before leaving to help Molly in the kitchen.
"I'm not happy about this at all," said Charles Granger, looking up from the picture. Fred gulped, ready for the older man to yell at him, but what came next was quite unexpected. "However, I believe that you two are smart kids and you'll make the right choices because hopefully you've learned your lesson." Both nodded. "It'll take a while, and I may be short tempered at times, but just give me time and I will eventually come around." Hermione nodded eagerly and leapt into her father's arms.
"Thank you for trying." He nodded and gave the picture back to Fred before retreating to join the others in the kitchen.
"Well… that went well," Hermione mumbled, falling back onto the couch.
"It could have definitely been worse," Fred commented back with a sly smile. "Now c'mon, let's go talk to Georgie. I bet he's got the perfect thing to lift our spirits." He held out a hand, helping her off the couch, and the two walked up the stairs together.
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"She is a cute little thing, isn't she," George said, looking at Fred.
Fred looked down at the little brunette that had fallen asleep with her head in his lap and smiled. "Yeah. She really is."
"So," he started, placing down a card. Fred also laid down a card, sniggered, and picked up both of their cards. "How is everything?"
Fred shrugged and set down another card. "I almost kissed her today." George set down a card too and then picked up the two with a small smile.
"Well why didn't you? You do like her, don't you?"
Fred groaned and dropped all of his cards, next to him. He tangled his hands in his hair and covered his eyes. "Well of course I like her Georgie! I just don't think that she likes ME in that way."
George chuckled and threw a spring at Fred. "You're really daft, you know that?" Fred furrowed his brow while George just shook his head. "I can't tell you Fred, it's something you need to figure out for yourself. Just a warning, if you don't get some balls, and soon, you might miss your chance."
Fred didn't have time to ask what he meant because at that moment, Mrs. Weasley called everyone down for dinner.
"Mione," Fred said, very closely to Hermione's ear. He shook her gently and slowly, but surely, her eyes opened.
"What time is it?" she asked, with a yawn.
"Time to eat dinner, love." She smiled, sat up, and her eyes lit up.
"Good! I'm starving." Fred and George chuckled and both offered a hand to help her up. "Food time!" She rushed down the old stairs and was already sitting, with a napkin tied at her throat, when Fred and George got to the kitchen. Ginny was on her left so Fred took the place to the brunette's right, with George directly next to him. Dinner began promptly when everyone was seated and everyone began passing around dishes and platters. Everyone but Ron seemed to be in a fairly good mood but mostly they just ignored his sour mood.
"I have an announcement," Molly said, standing up. She smiled and looked over to the Grangers. Fred and Hermione gave each other worried looks of confusion. "Because of recent events and news," she gestured to Fred and Hermione. "I've asked the Grangers to stay over the holiday break." She broke into a big grin and clapped her hands together. "Isn't that great! All of them are going to be staying at the Burrow. It's our first Christmas as one big family!"
Hermione looked over to Fred whose face had gone even whiter than normal. It was going to be a very long winter break.
(A/N) So that's all I have for now! Please, please tell me what you guys think. I've thought about stopping this story a couple of times because I'm not sure if it's really realistic, but some of the comments I've received say that they love it so I'm going to keep going. PLEASE COMMENT ANY ADVICE OR SUGGESTIONS! It's hard to write, as many of you know, and I really like putting in different things that make you all happy. Not only does it help me write better and faster, but it also gives me good ideas for later. Again, thank you so much for all the support. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites. Please keep them coming! Love you all and I hope you are loving life!
~thehumanlibrary