Responsibilities

Author's Note: this is my first Fred/Angelina fic. I honestly don't know why I'm starting to like this pair, but they're a fun couple and I decided to do this fic for them. It's their seventh year and there will be some other pairings in here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 12

Ron shook his head silently as Charlie stood, looking around the room in complete confusion, Angelina moving behind him a bit. Charlie wasn't as tall as his brothers were, but he was tall, and Angelina was able to hide behind him. Mrs. Weasley did notice her still and she shoved her son to the side, moving behind Charlie and bursting into tears, hugging the girl.

"We should get out of here." Ron whispered and the group left. They managed to leave as Mrs. Weasley examined the baby in Angelina's arms. As they went up the stairs, Percy shook his head.

"Well, looks like Fred's been saved once again." He muttered under his breath and George turned around and glared at his older brother. Ron stopped and crossed his arms.

"Leave Fred alone Perc'. He's gonna make a great dad." He said. Percy frowned at him.

"That's right, Percy. You're just jealous because you and Penelope haven't seen any action yet." Said George. Percy went red and glared at George now.

"And how would you know!" he snapped and both Weasley boys began arguing on the stairs. Ron nodded at Harry, Hermione, and Ginny and they followed him up to his room.

"That was pretty nice of you to defend Fred back there Ron." Said Hermione, smiling up at him as she sat at the end of his bed, taking off her cloak. He looked at her and cleared his throat, knowing his ears were turning pink.

"Yeah Ron. It was, even if you have been defending him a lot lately. What's up?" asked Harry.

"Well Fred IS my older brother and even if he does torture me. We Weasley's gotta stick together." He said and Ginny smiled, nodding brightly. "Besides, Fred and George are the one's that had been training me for the Keeper position. I kinda feel it's my duty to help them out in times after all their help did help me achieve my dream."

"That is true." Said Ginny thoughtfully. "Had you out there in the rain that one night if I do recall." She laughed. Ron nodded and laughed. Soon George popped his head in the room. They could only tell since they could still hear Mrs. Weasley's voice raising as Fred tried to explain everything to her.

"No luck?" asked Harry and he shook his head.

"Mum is still as mad as ever, and nothing Fred seems to say can make her feel any better about this whole baby thing." He said.

"What about dad? How does he feel about this thing?" asked Ron and George shrugged.

"I don't think he's mad like mum is. He's been quiet the whole time and talks only at certain times." He sighed. "I suppose he hasn't told mum where he got the poem from." They all stared at him in confusion.

"So, what was the poem that Fred told Angelina exactly?" Ginny asked. George grinned. "You wrote that didn't you!"

"Well as you may already know, I am a poetic genius!" he said. Then his face went serious. "I just hope Fred didn't tell mum what exactly the poem said." They sat for a while, watching Ginny and Ron play chess, since he taught her, so it made the match close. They hadn't heard much yelling in the past hour from Mrs. Weasley since when Fred must have told her about the poem, and when George was called down to get yelled at as well. About an hour after that, the door opened again and Mr. Weasley came in, smiling brightly at them all.

"So, how did every thing go?" asked Hermione, pushing herself up from her spot next to Ron, on his bed. She had been sitting next to him the entire time, and while Ginny and Harry played chess on the conjured up bed Harry would be sleeping on, she was sitting extremely close to him, looking in a Quidditch magazine with him.

"Every things fine. Harry, Ron. You two are going to go help the twins, Bill and Charlie out with working on the room that Angelina and the baby will be sleeping in. Hermione, Ginny, you'll be helping Molly." He instructed. They all nodded and left the room, Ron being the last. Mr. Weasley stopped his son on the way.

"What's up, dad?" he asked curiously.

"Well, with all that's going on. I figure that maybe later on, when ever I get a chance, I'd like to talk to you, Harry, and Hermione." He answered. Ron knew his ears were turning pink, but he nodded in understanding and left the room.