It was Ginny and Harry's wedding day and Ginny came storming into Ron's old room at the burrow, where Harry and Ron were getting ready. Slamming the door behind her, the two men startled.
"I knew it! I knew everything was going too well!"
Ron gave Harry a worried glance, knowing that Ginny's temper had been one for the record books over the wedding.
"Ginny, love, what's wrong? I'll fix it." Harry slowly makes his way to his fiance, one hand out so he can stroke her arm.
"You can't fix it! Hermione ruined everything!"
"Blimey, Gin. What'd she do?" Ron had never heard his sister speak like that about her before.
"She's sick! She has the stomach flu! She's been in the bathroom getting sick for half an hour!"
Ron let out a barking laugh, finding his sister completely ridiculous, and got a seething look and a smack upside the head from his little sister in return.
"Fuck, Gin. I don't think she meant to get sick on your wedding day."
"I just wanted one day! My one perfect day! Now my maid of honor is going to be walking down the aisle with a bucket of sick in her hands!"
"Ginny... listen to me." Harry rubbed her shoulders. "Give Hermione a little more time and she'll get it out. We still have hours until we walk down the aisle."
"What is going on here?"
"We heard Ginny bitching from halfway down the stairs!"
The twins were standing at the door, half dressed.
Harry made eye contact with Fred. "Hermione is in the bathroom, sick."
Fred gave Harry a small nod as he stepped back quietly and made his way back down the stairs.
"What do you mean sick? Oh my God, does she have the flu? Is it dragon pox? Oh, my god, I think my throat is a little sore." George grabbed his throat and scratched his neck. "It's getting harder to breathe! I think Hermione gave me dragon pox! Check my thoat! Is it red?"
Leaning down to Ginny so she can look, she took advantage and flicked him on his Adam's apple.
"Ow!"
"Don't be stupid. You're fine. No one else is going to be sick today, you understand me? Everyone is going to be happy and healthy when they walk down that damn aisle and if you don't look it, I'll hex the eyebrows off your ugly face!" Ginny pushed through the boys, needing to get back to her bridesmaids. She hoped that Harry was right about Hermione.
XxXxXx
Knocking on the door to the bathroom, Fred hoped he could help Hermione. "Love, it's Fred. I've swiped some ginger biscuits from the kitchen for you..."
"It's unlocked, Fred."
Opening the door, he found Hermione bent over the toilet wearing nothing but a face full of makeup and a cream colored silk maid of honor robe that stopped right above the knee. He turned and locked the door behind him before having a seat on his knees beside her.
"I heard you were sick."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Everyone within a country kilometer heard I was sick."
"Ginny isn't the quietest when she's angry. Here. Try these. Mum used to swear by them when she was pregnant." He offered her the ginger biscuits with a smile.
Giving Fred an appreciative smile in return, she took them from him and had a seat on her backside, leaning against the wall. Fred didn't move a muscle, just watched her intently as she began to nibble on the biscuit. A rush of affection ran through Fred as he watched the pregnant witch across from him. She was carrying his child and even though it was giving her hell, she still looked beautiful. Reaching out, he ran a hand over the side of her face, feeling her temperature. Her poor cheek was cold and clammy, sweat glistening along her hair line.
"Even pale and clammy, you're as pretty as a picture, Mi."
She rolled her eyes. "Buttering me up won't make me feel any better, Frederick."
Giving her his best panty-dropper smile, he had a seat next to her and pulled her to him so he could cuddle her. She leaned into his embrace and found herself relaxing quickly. "Hmm." She let out. "How curious. Buttering me up doesn't help, but cuddles seem to."
He chuckled at her words and held her tighter. "Noted, Granger."
They sat on the floor together, Fred holding Hermione while she finished her sweets.
"Feel better?"
"Actually..." She pushed away from him. "Yes. I do. Thank you, Fred. You're such a gentleman."
He gave her a wink. "You're lucky you're sick or I would have tried to cop a feel under that tiny thing you call a robe."
"I'm sure Katie wouldn't appreciate that."
"Oh, right." Katie.
Hermione pushed herself up and Fred grabbed her forearms, helping her. "Easy, love. Slow."
"Thank you, Fred. I'm okay now. I'm sure Ginny will appreciate this, too."
"Okay, if you need anything, let me know." He gave her one more once over to make sure she was okay and then turned to leave.
XxXxXx
Hermione awoke with a stretch, making the cutest little noise when she did. Fred nuzzled into her neck and pressed a few good morning kisses to the bruises he left the night before.
"Good morning, sexy."
She gave a grunt.
He grinned. "Headache? I've got some hangover potion sitting by the bed. It's the good stuff."
Her eyes popped open and she gave him a slow grin. "The good stuff, huh? I must have done a good job last night." As she reached for the vial, Fred leaned with her, refusing to let her go.
"Mmhmm." He responded, pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "The best."
"Can we get that in writing?" She giggled and noticed the clock, shooting up in bed. "It's already eleven? Fred, I'm sorry-" She threw the cover off of her, but he grabbed her and yanked her under him, giving her a proper good morning kiss.
"Nuh uh uh, Granger. I happen to have the day off and I'm not about to let you out of my sight, yet."
Hermione relaxed back into the bed, obviously glad that she hadn't overstayed her welcome. "Is that right?"
"It is. I'm going to forage for some food in the kitchen for us so we can fuel up and then I intend on continuing the worship I started earlier."
"Worship, huh?" She grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "It definitely felt that way, Mr. Weasley."
"Yea?"
She nodded against the pillow, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. "If you repeat this to anyone, I'll deny I ever said it, but Fred, you are a sex god."
His grin was so large he thought his face my rip in two. "Sex god, huh? Does that mean I ruined you for other men? Is it me or no one now? I'm game."
Giggling, she pushed him off of her. "I need a shower, Fred."
"In the shower, Mi? My witch has a kinky side! Let's go!" Jumping out of bed, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder so he could join her. Food could wait until later.
His cock was already ready and hard for her before they even hit the bathroom door.
"Hmm, someone seems as anxious as he was last night..." Hermione commented as he placed her back on her feet so he could start the shower.
"And you're going to bend over and take it like you did last night." He spanked her backside sharply as he turned back towards her, swallowing her yelp with his own mouth in a harsh kiss.
"Fred? Fred!"
Fred jumped when George hollered at him.
"What are you daydreaming about?" George wiggled his eyebrows at his brother who was laying back on his childhood bed.
Looking down, he reached down and readjusted himself. "Fuckin' hell!"
"Did I interrupt something? Do you need a few more minutes to yourself?"
He pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his face. "No." He sighed. "Is Harry ready for us?"
"He gave us a ten minute warning." George sat across from Fred in his own bed. "You look troubled. You going to tell me or am I going to have to slip some veritaserum in your drink later?"
"No, I'll tell you. I should have told you last week when I found out."
"What is it?"
"This stays between us. No telling Ang or Lee."
George was so surprised by how serious Fred looked that he just nodded. His mouth felt dry, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow.
"Hermione is pregnant."
A puff of air exploded out of George's mouth at his admission. "Really? Is it yours? Well of course it's yours. It wouldn't be weighing so hard on you if it wasn't. Is that why she was sick?"
Fred nodded. "I got her some ginger biscuits and helped ease her stomach. She should be okay now."
"Do you want the baby? I mean, I know that you're going to man up and take care of them because that's just who you are... but are you... like... happy?"
Chewing his lip, Fred thought about it. "I am scared. I don't want to fuck the kid up. But thinking of Hermione carrying anyone else's child throws me into a fucking rage, so I guess I'm happy."
George's lips turned up into a grin. "Are you starting to get feelings for the little bookworm?"
Fred snorted but looked down at his fingers. "I don't know. I mean... she's far more than what I thought she was back in the day. She's still brilliant... but she's gorgeous and sexy and so fucking good in the sack."
"Okay, but answer me this. Do you just want to keep falling into bed with her for a fuck or do you want the after sex stuff, too? The cuddling... talking... sleeping next to each other shit."
"I like it all. Sure, we fucked a lot that weekend, but we also just laid and talked and kissed for hours." Fred was starting to realize he was in deeper than he ever thought he'd be.
"I knew it. You two have had chemistry for years. You treat her differently. You're more gentle when it comes to her feelings. I used to think it was because you were afraid to piss her off, but then I noticed the way she'd smile at you in return. I think she's your witch Fred. Fate decided you were taking too long and did it for you by making this baby."
Fred's mind was swirling with George's epiphany. He and Hermione were going to have to co-parent for the rest of their lives. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck up their friendship because of some crush he had on his long-time friend.
Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "Let's just take this a day at a time for now." He stood so he could fix his formal wear.
"I understand. Let's go find Harry before Ginny hexes our bullocks off and you can't have anymore babies." Throwing his arm over Fred's shoulder, he squeezed him. "Congratulations, Freddie. It'll all work out all right in the end."
XxXxXx
Harry made his way toward the head table at his reception to find his drink and found Hermione relaxing back in her seat, a soft breeze surrounding her cooling her off. Deciding that the magicked breeze was too tempting to pass up, he took a seat beside her and relaxed back with his cold drink.
"Hi, Harry. Wedding was beautiful! How does it feel being married?"
He gave his best friend a grin. "I'll let you know after the honeymoon."
She laughed. "Ew."
"Speaking of ew, I appreciate you not spewing your way down the aisle earlier."
"Yea, thank you for sending Fred down." Her eyes wandered over to where Fred was dancing with Katie.
"He told you?" Harry was surprised.
"No. I just figured."
"Is he taking it well?"
Hermione smiled warmly at Fred, whose eyes just found hers as she watched them. "Better than I could have imagined." Turning to Harry, she linked her arm with his. "He's being so mature about it. I'm sure he's getting sick of seeing me with my face in a toilet, but he never acts bothered by it."
Harry gave her a warm smile. "I'm thankful for that. I didn't want you to feel alone. Having loved ones help, but I'm sure having the father invested is better."
"Yea, it is." Her eyes wandered back to Fred and Katie. She was happy for Katie, but her heart ached watching Fred give his attention to another witch. "Harry? Is it completely awful of me to be annoyed that he's paying attention to his girlfriend? I want all of his attention."
Harry laughed. "Yea. It is."
She giggled, but smacked his arm. "I feel like it's only fair! I have to carry around his child who makes me sick and emotional 24/7! I can't go out and find a bloke to pay attention to me. No one is going to want me like this. He should take one for the team!"
"I know one thing, Hermione. You've convinced me not to be any hurry to have children."
Her head fell back in a laugh. "I know it's completely mental, but that's how I feel. Doesn't mean I'll get what I want. I'm to strongheaded to admit that I need anyone's attention."
"Stubborn is the word you're looking for, Mione."
XxXxXx
"Dance with me?" Fred gave Hermione a small smile when the next slow song came on.
She turned to Harry. "You think I ought to?"
Harry gave Fred a once over. "Eh, I guess. Just stay away from his mouth. He looks like he bites."
Fred snorted out a laugh. "She already knows that I do."
"Oh, gross. Get away." He pushed Hermione a little, trying to get her to move.
Taking his arm, he led her to the dance floor and wrapped her in his right arm, his left taking her right hand.
"Katie go home?" Hermione was confused to why he'd want to dance with her when he had his own date.
He shook his head. "She's over with the Patils. I figured since you danced with half the blokes in this place that it I better ask before another asshole gets in the way."
She grinned up at him. "Jealous of your uncle Lazar? Worried we'll run off into the sunset together?"
"No, that would be great grandpa Barnaby. He'd sit you on his lap and charge out of here in his wheelchair."
She giggled at him. "You're silly."
He smiled down at her, taking in her face. "You were talking about me earlier."
"And how would you know?"
"Couldn't keep your eyes off my handsome mug. What'd you say?"
"Well, Harry asked how you were taking the news."
"And?" Fred was interested in what she thought of him.
"Aaannnddd I told him that you took it better than expected and that you've been nothing but a gentleman trying to make me feel better even though my head is always in the toilet."
He chuckled. "Yes, it's nice talking to you without the echo."
"Yea, yea. So, have you told anyone?"
"I told George this morning."
"I figured that out when he and I were dancing and he reminded me that since you two were identical it was like I was carrying his baby."
Fred wrinkled his nose. "You better never. You're mine."
"Oh! Is that right?" Hermione was surprised by his answer.
He shook his head. "Shit, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that it's my baby your having and I don't like the thought of you carrying anyone else's."
She cooked an eyebrow at him as the song ended. "How Neanderthal of you to say, Fred Weasley." She began to push away from him, but he caught her wrist.
"Mi, please don't be upset. I'm just excited to be having a baby with you. I'd be devastated if it was someone else's."
"Fred." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's definitely your baby. No reason to be upset."
Hoped you enjoyed another! What gender would you like Fred and Hermione to have? I haven't decided yet. Would love to hear your thoughts!