Author's Notes: Still don't own any of them. You know who I blame for that? The dog. Yeah, that's right. I blame the dog. Yeah, I forgot to mention this last chapter, but it's a pretty big change, so I need to inform you. Although it'd be great to go canon and have them all go to the Quidditch World cup, Fred isn't. The others are, though. Got it? And basically all the rest of the stuff I'm going to type from here on out is gonna be a bit twisted. But, you had to expect it...^^; It'll turn into its own little AU story…

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My birthday came and went. Everyone threw me and George a giant bash in the tower, and it felt nice to just party like I did back before I realized how much my life had changed. None of the other students but Oliver knew about me, but I think George had some kind of inkling.

Sometime during the middle of May, after our last class of the day, I found George waiting for me on the way back to the common room. I was showing. And I mean showing. I looked like I'd probably gained fifty pounds of fat in two days. Maybe not so much fat in me as another bloody human being, but hey, let people think what they want!

I had managed to go through the day normally. Well, normal by my new standards. I didn't throw up in the morning and I still took those pills that Pomfrey gave me, because she said it would help me from becoming anemic. Blood disorder thing, she said. I also found myself able to accept Oliver's normal smell, and as soon as I told him, he stopped wearing that cologne. Kind of sad, because I really liked it.

Anyway, I was on my way back up to the common room and I ran into George. He was reading over something and probably hadn't expected me to arrive so soon. I had dodged out of Herbology that afternoon because I felt kind of nauseous and I didn't doubt I'd lose it in the toilet. But I didn't. Just a false alarm.

"Hey, George!" I said happily, waving. I couldn't really run like I used to, so I scooted my feet across the floor to go faster.

He folded up the parchment and sort-of half-grinned, half-smiled at me. "Hullo, Fred."

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Oh, great," he replied. It didn't even take him a second to switch around on how he was feeling. "Listen, Fred, Errol brought Ginny, Percy, Ron, and me letters today."

You know that really annoying feeling? The one where there's an almost invisible glop of something at the top of your throat and it just drops into your stomach? I experienced that.

"O-Oh really," I replied.

He nodded fervently. "Was it Oliver?"

"Who else would it be, you dolt?" I asked.

He didn't acknowledge me saying that. George stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I wonder who put the potion into one of your drinks. Mum said that you said that it happened on the day with your detention with Snape. That's right, isn't it?"

"Yeah, of course it is, why would I lie to--"

"Then it's got to be either Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Lee. No one else was around you. Well, me, but I'd never do something like this." He waved his hand dismissively.

I didn't even have to rethink that. George was one of the few people I actually trusted, and I sincerely doubted that he did it. "Well, who d'you reckon it is?"

George shrugged. "Could be any of them. It may have even been one of the house elves, now that I think about it. You know, acting on the whim of someone else. That just makes it possible for..." He groaned. "Merlin...Nearly everyone in the school!"

I groaned. "George, you're not making my day any better. It was going okay and now I'm going to have to worry about Ginny and--"

"Percy!"

I turned around and our older brother was walking toward me, looking slightly infuriated. I didn't understand why. When he arrived nearby us, he glanced around to make sure no one was coming, then he looked me straight in the eyes.

"Frederick Weasley, what are you doing? Going and getting knocked up by someone?" But he took a much more worried tone when he added, "You feeling all right?" It must have been something our family could do. Switching emotions like that, I guess.

Merlin, my mood swings must be terrible, I thought.

I nodded to him. "Yeah, I s'pose I'm doing all right. Better than I was earlier on."

"Who did this to you?"

"W-What? You mean the potion?"

"Of course, the potion!"

"Well if we knew that, the whole mystery would be solved!" George pointed out. "Jeez, Perce, you can be a real dung for brains sometimes."

"Ha. Ha," Percy said dryly. "D'you have any ideas of who did it?"

"We've managed to figure out that, if you don't involve the drink already being contaminated before it came to the table, then it's only between four people. But if you include the elves, then it could very well be anybody."

"I'm surprised you managed to come up with that," Percy stated with slight amusement.

"Hush your mouth," George retorted darkly.

"Ladies," I said lightly. They both glared at me. I put my hands up. "You weren't listening. I had to get your attention."

"For what?" Percy asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. I just don't want you two arguing around me. All we need is Ron and Ginny and we'll have a little party."

"Well, Ron's off, somewhere. I don't know where. And Ginny is with Hermione. I saw them in the library before I wandered up to the common room."

"This is just great," I muttered. "Now my whole family knows."

"I bet mum owled Charlie and Bill about it, too," George said.

"Not helpful, George," Percy said sharply. He looked at me with a soft expression. "You know, Fred, you're technically mum's first child with...Well, their own child. Not even Charlie or Bill have--"

"That's because they're too busy snogging each other," George intervened.

"What!" Percy exclaimed. I don't think he expected that. Neither did I. "How--"

"How d'you know that?!" I butted in.

George shrugged as if it were no big deal. "I, er...I kind of caught them goin' at it the last time they visited home. You know how they stay in our room, Fred."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I forgot about the fact that we were sleeping in Ron's room and I went into ours, and there they were." He put his hands right in front of him. "Directly in front of me..."

Both Percy and I looked at each other. I just happened to speak first.

"Well, it's obvious mum and dad don't know. I mean, otherwise they might have killed themselves, or something. Let's see, seven children...three gay? D'you think they expected those odds?"

"It's a terrible ratio," Percy said matter-of-factly. "And I don't think we should tell them."

"Let them figure it out on their own," I said.

"Mum and dad's world is probably shaken now. I mean, they had to worry about the lot of us snogging and going further with girls and possibly getting them pregnant, but we had the choice. Ginny was a bit different. She has the choice, but she can still get pregnant. In the normal manner, I mean. But now that mum's children can -all- get pregnant...Oy..."

"Percy, you make it sound like all we do is have sex here," George said with an annoyed sigh.

"This is a serious situation," he replied. "Fred is--"

"Don't say it aloud in the hall!" I said sharply. There weren't any students around, but the walls echoed the voices. No one else needed to know.

"I just came to see how you were doing, Fred," Percy said, changing his tune once again. It was sweet. "And now that I know, I'll be off. I've got to meet up with Penelope."

"Oooh," George croned. "Penelope..."

"Shut up, George," Percy said with a roll of his eyes. He squeezed my shoulder and then headed toward the common room. I figured he was going to change or something.

Once it was just George and me again, I felt slightly better. Percy was all over the place at once. How he managed to not go mad was a miracle. And he wanted to go into the Ministry of Magic? Merlin, that would be insane.

"We're related to a bunch of nutters," George said with a snicker.

I nodded and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. We are."

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As if it wasn't bad enough that I had O.W.L.'s coming up next week that I had to worry about, I was getting even bigger. I used to be swimming in my robes, but now they were nearly busting with me.

No one said anything. Maybe they were afraid to. What I hoped is that they just thought Fred Weasley was getting fatter. I don't think any of them really thought it possible for a man to get pregnant, and I wanted them to keep thinking that. It would keep me from the embarrassment and constant joking. Pomfrey said I needed to make sure stress was out of my life.

Ha! Stress out of my life?

I had to forfeit my position on the Quidditch team for the last match of the year. And d'you know who was the first to suggest it? Oliver! Oliver, himself. And although it was probably best for me to not be on the team, it still hurt that he'd suggest it.

I happened to see less of him as of late. I had to study for those damned O.W.L.'s. George and I spent as much free time as we could working on Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, because I needed something in my life that I had enjoyed so greatly.

It was the Sunday before the first day of the O.W.L.'s tests. I was outside, because fresh air made me feel better. I couldn't stay inside for too long because the stale air of the castle made my sensitive nose go wild.

George was off with Angelina and I didn't know where Oliver was. Since he didn't have to worry about tests or anything like I did, he was probably working on something for Puddlemere. Just the thought made my stomach turn.

How could he just go off and leave me like that?

I looked down at the ring on my finger and his voice rang in my head.

"...So that you'd know I loved you and cared about you. And that I promise to be around even if we can't be in the school together."

Maybe he was off trying to work on learning how to Apparate. I was always curious on how someone did something like that. I'd have to learn how to do that, someday.

I stared over the paper in front of me.

"The purpose the Impediment Curse is to..."

I nibbled on the sugar quill that I was writing with, repeating the question once again.

"The purpose the Impediment Curse is to..."

"...Is to slow down an object or stop it, if it's small enough."

I blinked. "Huh?" Then I realized who it was. "Oliver!"

"Hullo," he said sweetly. He was wearing a grey tank-top and a pair of jeans. It was a nice day, but not too hot, and kind of cloudy. He didn't look cold. "I thought I'd find you out here."

"How'd you figure?" I asked. I put my parchment down and pushed my stuff aside so he could sit next to me.

He plopped himself down in the grass and looked at me with a smile. "Well, I heard from George that you don't exactly enjoy being in the school anymore. Stale air, or something."

I nodded. "Yeah. Upsets my body some."

He leaned forward and put a hand on my still growing belly. "Your body, or the baby?"

I smiled as well. He still cared. I don't know why I never doubted that he wanted to be around me. "I guess it is kind of a baby, now, isn't it? It's been...nearly four months. It can't just be a...well, whatever they are when they're not a baby."

Oliver chuckled and slowly pulled his hand back, only to reach for mine and squeeze it some. "It's called a fetus."

"How d'you know?"

He shrugged. "Did some studying. It's kind of why I haven't been around a lot. Plus, I'm working on Apparition, and that's taking up a lot of my time. I'm sorry I haven't set any time for you...I figure that it would be better for me to learn about Apparition so I could come visit you."

"You're so sweet to me, you know? I don't deserve you."

Oliver pressed himself against the tree and looked at me, then to the lake. "Yes, you do. I mean, look. You're carrying my child. Fred, there's nothing more that I can ask for. I don't deserve you."

I ran my thumb over his hand and smiled some. "We'll just say that we deserve each other. How's that sound?"

"Works for me," he said with a grin. Then he looked at me. "Guess what?"

"Hm?"

"I've managed to Apparate small distances. I can go from one end of a room to another."

I smiled, but then blinked. "But you can't Apparate--"

He raised his hand and I shut up. "Well, you can if you have Dumbledore's help."

"How'd you get him to help you?"

"Well, when I was sent outside that day at Pomfrey's office, and Dumbledore came out there, he started talking to me about you. He figured everything out, but promised not to tell your mum and dad, nor mine. Said we would be the ones to do it. And then he started going on about how if I ever needed anything that he could help me, and so I took him up on it."

"He's your personal Apparition coach?" I asked.

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, he is. We do it in his office. He told me that on the last day of school that he wants me to try and Apparate from the train to his office, since he's got this special little thing going on with it. Then he said that, if I could do that, then I'd be ready to go to the Ministry and take the test." He seemed absolutely ecstatic.

"That's great!" I said. "Then you could come visit me at the Burrow and everything."

"Yeah, I could." Oliver sighed softly and gazed into my eyes, sending a chill down my spine. I had to snicker to make it go away. But that didn't stop him from looking. "When are you going to tell your parents?"

"They...Already know most of the story," I said. "But they don't know who it is. I wanted to wait until we got out of school so my parents didn't inform yours and then they'd drag you out of school and I didn't know if I could handle that, really, I--"

"Shh, take a breath. Calm down, Fred. Don't get so freaked out..." He leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm...I'm just worried that they won't let us see each other anymore..."

I hadn't realized I was really worried about that. It was a rather abrupt statement and I was surprised I had said it. And I was in tears again. He moved in closer and wrapped his arm around me, and I set my head on his shoulder.

"I mean, my mum and dad said that they'd accept it, and I love them dearly for that, but your parents...You're an only child..."

"Screw my parents," Oliver said strongly. "The heart wants what it wants. If they can't accept that..."

"Merlin, I love you..." I said softly, smiling behind my tears.

Oliver rested his head against the top of mine and sighed quietly. "Just think...We've only got four more days and then I'll...be gone...I won't go to Hogwarts anymore..."

That's when I realized I wasn't the only one with wet eyes. I heard him sniff some.

"Oliver? You all right?"

"No, not really," he replied. "I'm kind of sad. I've been going here for seven years, and all of a sudden, I'm just...done. But at least I'll be finished with learning and I can really focus on Quidditch. And when the Puddlemere Reserves aren't breathing down my throat, I'll be spending my free time with you."

"Well, the school part's good. But I'll miss you terribly during next year. It'll be weird...We've been in each other's company for five years...It'll be strange without you. But I think I can handle it." That last part was a lie, actually. I didn't think I'd be able to handle it. I'd been so used to being around Oliver that going on to school without him seemed kind of weird.

"Life's really gonna change, isn't it?" Oliver mumbled. "No more house rivalry, no more Slytherins...No more hexing Marcus Flint...I'll be an adult..."

"Well, you -are- of legal age. I can imagine how scary it'll be. But you'll still be living at home, right?"

"I hope. I might not be if my mum and dad don't exactly agree on what I'm doing, I have a weird feeling they'll to throw my out."

"You could live with me, then," I said quickly.

"Are you sure you want that, Fred?" Oliver asked, sounding slightly surprised. "I mean, I doubt your mum and dad would let me live with you after what happened..."

"I'm pretty sure that my parents would be ecstatic to have you living there. It would be better than you living far away. Dad even asked if the father was in my life, and I blurted out I loved you, and that seemed to chance their whole tune..."

Oliver pulled back and grinned at me. "You've already got, what, seven people living there? Isn't it a bit much to add me into the group?"

"You're technically part of the family now," I said sheepishly. "I mean, well, part of you is living inside of me." I patted my belly with a funny grin. "So yeah, I would expect them to welcome you with open arms. I already know my family loves you. Well, maybe not me mum and dad, since they don't quite know you yet, but George does, and Percy thinks you're all right. Ginny had a crush on you when she first came to this school, but don't tell her I said that. And Bill and Charlie will love you because you were captain of the Quidditch team for four years running. And Ron, needless to say, admires the living daylights out of you. We're a very Quidditch oriented family, I guess you could say."

Oliver looked at me with widened eyes. "Wow. I'd fit in perfectly."

"All the more reason for you to come live with me if you can."

"We'll see in time, Fred. We'll see in time. For now, I'll help you study for your O.W.L's."

"So what's the -real- use of the Impediment Curse? No, really!"

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Author's Notes: Review, why don't ya! I work hard....