Fred knew the family needed to know what was happening, and he had every intention of telling them, but with one look at the angry mob he made a snap decision, disapparating out of the waiting room into the flat above the shop. Seconds later he heard the footfalls outside the door, and a muttered spell as the latch keeping the door locked gave way, showing the green-eyed hero standing in the doorway.
"What's wrong Fred?" he demanded, scowling as he forced his way through the furniture into the kitchen, "why didn't you tell us what was wrong with her?" he angrily pulled the cushion from the lounge, aiming it at the ginger's head.
Fred ducked, narrowly avoiding the flying missile, chuckling as he straightened up, "decent aim Potter, although I'm not sure of your weapon choice." He smirked, tossing the pillow back on to the lounge and moving passed Harry to take a seat.
"Fred, this isn't a joke!" Harry yelled, storming to stand in front of him, hands on hips. Fred couldn't help but laugh at the striking resemblance of his mother and sister just from the simple pose.
"Alright Potter, it isn't my place to say, I don't know what you were trying to gain by coming over here and demanding I spill the beans, but I suggest you head back to Mungo's and wait for my uglier half and your lovely best friend to fill you in." He smiled softly, "I know you're frustrated mate, but I really cant do anything for you." He stood slowly, clapping Harry on the shoulder as he passed. "I was just coming back to grab some things for Hermione and Gorge, head back to the hospital and I'll be with you soon."
Harry shook his head at the twin, confused as Fred left him standing in the lounge room alone, taking off for the bedrooms down the hall. He turned on his heel and disapparated, reappearing in the Mungo's waiting room.
"He wouldn't tell me anything" he addressed the gathered Weasley's with a frustrated look, wringing his hands together as he began to pace back and forward in front of the door leading to Hermione's room.
George smiled as he looked down at the girl curled in his arms curls flying off her face as she slowly breathed in and out as she slept, he knew they had a lot to deal with, and that they were about to begin an incredible journey together, but honestly he couldn't wait to be a father. The thought of the tiny human already living inside of Hermione just made him all the more eager, more excited to meet the little one that was going to join them in three months, he knew the time would fly, and with that his train of thought took off on a tangent, images of baby booties, blue and pink paint samples, and the range of cots and prams filled his mind as he pulled the curly-haired girl even closer, nuzzling his nose in her soft hair.
With that action he felt her stir, and re-adjusted himself into an upright position, pulled her with him to lean on his chest.
"George?" she asked softly, lifting her head to glance at his face.
"Hey 'Mione, he replied softly, brushing back the curls from her face, his hand sinking down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer.
"I'm so, so sorry" she began, worry flitting across her face.
"Don't even go there 'Mione, all that matters is that we know the problem, and we're going to fix it." He smiled softly, "although, now that you're awake we really should probably discuss it, Fred and I were in with your doctor earlier – "
"Wait! Fred knows too?" she asked distressed.
"Yeah, I'm sorry 'Mione, but I was so worried, I just needed someone to hold my hand" he chucked slightly, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact.
"Oh George, of course, I'm sorry I snapped."
"So, Healer Boot suggested we don't tell the family the whole story, it's completely up to you, but I'm thinking it may be for the best, just to avoid the chaos?"
"I don't like lying to your family George, after all that they've done for me, you don't need to try cover up my mistakes, what's done is done." Her voice dropped as she lowered her head, the shame displayed across her face as if it were a billboard.
"That's not it at all 'Mione, I just want you to be able to get better without the pressures of my overbearing family always overlooking trying to stick their noses in where they really don't need to be, don't get me wrong, I love them, but the Weasley's are a nosy bunch," he laughed quietly, thinking of the many schemes he'd caught his sister in the middle of.
"I guess that makes sense George, thank you for looking out for me, and the baby, I don't know why I ever thought I had to do this without you" she smiled, as she leaned up slowly, her eyes fluttered close as her lips met George's in a kiss, sweeter than all the candies in Britain combined. Their lips moved together slowly, with the feelings of love being passed between the two with every touch as the moment continued.
But of course, as is custom in a big family, the moment was interrupted, a loud knock came from the door, and the young pair found themselves quickly moving apart, George jumping from the bed and heading toward the door, hearing his mother bellow from the other side.
"So help me George Weasley, you let me inside this instant! I don't know what is going on here but I want to know what's going on with my daughter and my grandchild right now." He looked questioningly toward the bed, and as Hermione smiled slowly and let out a small nod, he opened the door, being quickly pushed out of the way as the small but forceful woman pushed her way into the room.
"Oh Hermione, my darling girl, are you okay? We were all so worried? What's wrong deary?" she rambled on as she fluffed the pillows, and straightened the blankets that were thrown over the girl.
"Thank you so much for coming by Mrs Weasley" she started
"Please, call me Molly dear I don't know how many times I have to tell you, or Mum perhaps, if you prefer?" she winked as a grin overtook her round face.
"Uh, that's okay Mrs Weasley, like I was going to say, it was nothing too major, I'm sorry to cause such a fuss, just simply a lack of vitamins, but everything's okay now." She smiled quickly, hoping the woman had bought the half-truth she had spun.
"You poor darling, never mind dear, once you're settled in at the burrow we'll be able to look after you just fine" she smiled, fluffing the pillows once again, looking over at her son by the window, "George, honestly, make yourself useful and get the girl some food, it's not simple being pregnant you know, I honestly can't believe you hadn't told me you were making Hermione a proper member of the family! – not that you weren't already dear – but really George, I need more time with these kind of things, timing will be tight, but I guess we can get it done in time." She continued on, as Hermione's draw dropped as her eyes were pleading with George to do something to stop the path Mrs Weasley had set herself on, the only issue was, who had the heart to break the news that she wasn't gaining a child back at home, nor a wedding, not George that's for sure, as he quickly ducked out of the room "I'll just get that juice" he muttered, fleeing out toward the break room as Hermione smiled nervously at the woman who was apparently her soon to be mother-in-law…
I'm sorry it's been so long! Thank you from the bottom of my heart if you're still keeping up with the story after all this time :)