Author's Notes: I bet this chapter will be a bit surprising for the lot of you...But then again, that's just my thought ^^; I still don't own any of these guys, nor will I ever. Poo.

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I was entirely too eager to get home. The slightly nauseating feeling that was lingering around me was shoved aside when I entered our house, and started bugging Percy to borrow Hermes. At first he didn't say yes, which made me annoy him only further. But after a few tears (I'd learned to cry on the spot), he finally caved and let me use his owl.

I wrote Oliver a rather short letter. Just the gist of my appointment.

"Twins! Both boys! I'm so happy!"

I rolled up the small parchment. I was smart enough not to write a name on it, because I didn't want them to know who it was, yet. Hermes had taken home on Percy's window, so I was sure that Percy would get the response before I saw it. And, knowing Percy, he'd read it to find out the father. He was just so nosy sometimes. I stepped out of my room and headed down the hall to Percy's room.

There was Hermes. He was preening himself. I wandered over to him and lifted the parchment in my hands.

"Hullo, Hermes," I said softly. "Percy said I could use you."

Hermes tilted his head to the side and hooted quietly. I moved closer slowly and placed the parchment in the tiny pouch on its right leg. Then I rummaged through my pockets for a knut. I popped it in there, too.

"For you, because you're a great owl."

Hermes puffed out his feathers and flared his wings, turning around.

"Oh, take it to Oliver Wood, alright?" I added in a whisper.

I knew he heard me, but he didn't acknowledge. Hermes just jumped out the window and flew off. I watched him fly off, and when he faded into the distance, I turned around and headed out of Percy's room downstairs.

Mum was down there in the kitchen. I could hear her cooking. George and Ron were playing Wizard's Chess and I didn't see Ginny. I think she was in her room.

I wobbled over to George and Ron and plopped myself down on the couch beside my twin. I watched as Ron's queen crossed the board and smashed George's knight.

"Bloody hell," George grumbled. "I didn't even see that."

Ron grinned. "So are you gonna go, or not?"

"Bishop to E-3," George commanded. The bishop wandered on across the board and encountered Ron's rook, which it jabbed and caused it to crumble to pieces. Then he smirked.

"Roaring good time," I said jokingly.

George nodded fervently. "Yes, yes." Then he basically read my mind. "So you sent the letter, I take it?"

"You know me too well, George," I said. "Sent it just a minute ago."

"What?" Ron asked. "What letter? To who?"

"None of your business, Ron," I said. "Twin thing."

"It is not!" Ron replied. "You just don't want to tell me!"

George grinned. "And we thought Percy was the family genius."

"Knight to E-3," Ron grumbled. The knight knocked over George's bishop. "Now move."

"I'm gonna go get something to eat," I told them. When I got up, George and Ron waved shortly and returned to their match.

When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed mum was cleaning up. There were dishes washing themselves in the sink, and I saw a cupboard open.

"Scourgify!" I heard her say, pointing into the cupboard. There was a poof! and a whole bunch of dust disappeared.

"Hullo, mum," I said as I maneuvered myself into a dining room chair. It kind of creaked under my weight.

She turned around and smiled some at me. "Oh, hullo, Fred dear. How're you feeling?"

"Famished," I said. "Is there anything to eat?"

"I could cook you something. Anything in particular you want?"

"I don't know. I'm just hungry. I'm thinking about some tripe and spinach..."

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It felt so wonderful to sleep in my own bed again. I got a decent night's sleep and I woke up without all that lower back pain.

No one woke me up too early. However, when I did finally get up, I noticed that George wasn't in his bed. The warm sunlight bathed in through the window, getting rid of the cold chill I had.

I tried to fit into a pair of my jeans and a T-shirt, but they were way too small. So, wearing the same clothing I had been wearing yesterday, I made my way downstairs.

I found my mum in the kitchen again. She was staring out the window, but turned when she heard my steps. She smiled at me.

"Mum," I said, sounding half-asleep. "Can you engorge these for me? They...Don't fit anymore."

"Y-Yes, sure. Hang on a moment. Just have to get these last few breakfast dishes clean." With a wave of her wand, they were in the sink, cleaning themselves. She reached for the T-shirt and jeans, said, "Engorgio!" She watched as they grew in size, and after a moment, she stopped them from growing, handing them to me. "They should fit now."

I smiled at her softly and then headed to the bathroom. The jeans and the shirt fit perfectly, and I looked a lot like a fat kid. Though, most of my fat was on my front. Nowhere else. I bet that even people who didn't think it possible for men to get pregnant would think me so. Bothersome.

Percy came down the stairs. He had a parchment rolled up in his hand. I had just come out of the bathroom when he hit the ground floor.

"Fred? Hermes brought me your response. I figured you'd want it." He held it outward.

"Oh, thanks, Perce." I took it almost greedily and unrolled it. I saw Oliver's writing, the fascinating mix of tilted letters and scribbles. It said:

"Fred,

Is it true? You're not lying? Twins? And they're both boys? Merlin! That's amazing! I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be there with you, but I figured you hadn't told your parents about me yet. Which leads me to my next topic...

...I told my parents. At first they didn't believe me. But after I continued telling them, they finally got it. My dad was crushed and my mum was surprised, but they didn't kick me out like I thought. I brought out the kid's card almost instantly and that made them pretty happy. They're slowly adjusting to the fact that I'm not quite the son they wanted me to be. I hope that they understand just how much I love you. I kept telling them that, and even though they heard it, I hope they heard the meaning behind the words.

I came home for the weekend. Let me tell you, Puddlemere is -nothing- like Quidditch at Hogwarts.

I was nearly knocked off my broom when one of the chasers on my team knocked a Quaffle at me. It zoomed by so fast that I didn't even get to see it. But I can imagine that I'll get better in time. I've only been there for a short while!

Are the babies healthy? You doing all right, yourself? There's so many questions I want to ask, but I figured I'd wait to make my appearance until you tell your parents. If you already have, just let me know and I'll be over there as soon as possible.

Oh, did I mention that I passed the Apparition test? I've been doing it like mad. It's so much fun!

Well, I have to be going. Mum's making me do chores. I'm eagerly awaiting your next owl!

Love,

You-Know-Who"

I wasn't even aware of how wide my smile was until Percy said something. "So when are you going to tell us who this mystery man is?"

"Sure you don't recognize the handwriting, Percy?" I asked briskly. "I'm sure you read it before you gave it to me."

He blinked. He was stuttering, but he finally got his message across. "I've got to work on my cauldron report for the Ministry. Leave me alone."

And before I could say anything, he was up the stairs, most likely heading to his room.

I glared some and grabbed the rail, chasing after him. "Hey, Percy, get back here!"

I made it to the second floor and headed straight for Percy's room. He had shut his door, but I didn't care. I barged in anyway.

He turned around and glared at me. "Go away, Fred! I'm busy! I can't work with all of this disturbance!"

I shut the door behind me and walked over to his bed. He continued glaring, but didn't move from his desk.

"Why don't you just admit that you read it, Percy?"

"Because I didn't," he retorted sharply.

"Liar," I muttered.

"I am -not- a liar!" Percy roared, pushing his chair back and standing up. "I did -not- read Oliver's letter!"

Obviously he didn't realize he said that. I blinked, then folded my arms over my chest, resting them on my stomach. "Oh, you didn't read it, did you? How did you know who it belongs to?"

Percy's pale skin turned pink and he lifted a hand to his chest. "I...I...Er..."

"You bloody bastard!"

"I didn't read the fucking letter!" Percy said again. Then, in a much quieter voice, one that sounded terribly dark, added, "I already knew."

My eyes widened some. "How did you already know?"

"I'm not stupid," Percy muttered. "He's always grinning whenever he's around you, and he was always eager to get to Quidditch practice--"

"--He normally is," I said.

"Whatever," Percy said. "The point is, it was sickening. And I hated it."

I was surprised, to say the least. Percy was looking terribly angry, but wasn't showing it in his voice. He was shaking, though. He just continued rambling on.

"I didn't think I could handle it anymore. Seeing him always acting like a love-struck puppy in your presence. His constant lack of paying attention when we worked on potions assignments. Instead of dwelling on it, I found solace in someone else."

Was he hinting at what I thought he was?

"P-Percy, did you like Oliver?"

"Of course I didn't," he said sharply. "No, no. It was much worse than that. I was beyond infatuation, Frederick. I was in love. And then he goes off, gallivanting around with you, when you're no different than me! But then I met Penelope--"

"What in the world are you talking about, Percy?!" I asked in confusion.

"I was in love, Fred, and it hurt. I just assumed that with all of the girls that followed Oliver around that he enjoyed the company of them. Every night when he was asleep, I'd listen to him breathing, snoring..." his eyes shot to the window. "...Dreaming. And just when I get over the fact that I can never be with him, be with the one that I cared for most about, I met Penelope. She instantly took a liking to me and I felt it best to not ignore it. We started dating a little while later." He shot me the dirtiest look I'd ever seen, which made my body tense up. "But then you...You, Fred Weasley, joker and mediocre student, come along...and you steal his heart as if it were nothing! NOTHING!"

I winced back while he spoke. Percy began to pace back and forth across his floor.

"All those times I felt like I should say something to Oliver and let him know how I feel...I froze up and kept them inside because I didn't want him to hate me. Oh no, I couldn't handle that. I suppressed the feelings I had and moved on. Then I see you and him on the field, and he's practically crawling all over you. All those chances I had to say something...And he probably would have said yes..." Percy sighed, turning his hands into fists. "So I did something to exact my revenge."

I gasped. It was Percy. Percy was the one who slipped me the potion. It sent a chill down my spine. "Y-You did it! You're the one who planted the potion!"

"Yes, it was me," Percy spat out viciously. "I was the one who put you through this. I figured that Oliver wouldn't want children and if you got pregnant, that he'd be scared and break it off. Then I could dump Penelope and move in for the kill."

"You -still- want Oliver?" I asked in astonishment. "You...I can't believe you!"

Percy came close to me and got right in my face, his horn-rimmed glasses nearly pressing against my own eyes. I was scared. Really, really scared.

"If you even speak a word of what I told you, you'll find yourself lacking children in the morning, Frederick. I know just how to get rid of them and I'm not afraid to do it. I know how much you want them, too."

"P-Percy, you're freaking me out. Stop it!" I tried to push him back, but he just leaned in closer.

"I'm not kidding, Fred. Don't say a word. You tell mum and jeopardize my job..." he let it hang at that. Pulling back and standing up, Percy brushed off his robes that he was wearing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. Get out of my room. Oh, and, you can't use Hermes. No more letters for you. I don't need you rambling off to Oliver what's going on. Trust me."

I tried not to cry. I pushed myself off of the bed and walked over to Percy's door, grasping the knob with a near death grip. I got out of there as fast as I could.

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It was later that evening that I had decided to tell my parents who my mystery loved one was. The other siblings wanted to listen in, and since it would probably be odd for them to just suddenly see Oliver Apparate here, I figured it was all right.

We were seated around the dinner table. Percy, though it wasn't surprising, wasn't there. I ignored that fact because thinking of Percy made my stomach hurt. My palms were sweaty and my heart was racing.

"Guess you all know why we're here," I said, breaking the ice. Each of them nodded and continued on. "What I'm about to say is something I don't want any of you blurting out, because I don't want to ruin his reputation. What you know, please don't go off and tell your friends." I looked at Ron specifically on that one.

"I'll keep my trap shut," he said defensively.

"Anyway," I continued. "The one whose babies I'm carrying is...His name is...Well..."

"Come on, Fred," George said with a grin. "You can say it." None of them knew that George already knew, but they probably figured. I told George nearly everything.

"It's Oliver Wood," I blurted out.

"OLIVER WOOD?!" Ron exclaimed. Mum looked at him with an irritatedly fierce look. He shut up instantly.

"Yes, Oliver Wood," I said.

"You mean that boy that Ron's always saying he wants to be like?" dad asked. "The Keeper of your house team? Didn't he graduate this year?"

"Dad!" Ron whined. "Don't say that! It was only for a little bit...!"

"If he's graduated, Fred, how's he going to be there for his children?" mum inquired. A grave look replaced the anxious expression on her face. "George, Ron, Ginny, out of the kitchen. Go to your rooms. We need to talk to your brother."

"But Mum!" Ginny moaned. "I don't want to--"

"Virginia Weasley, you will do as you're told!"

She quieted herself, lowering her head. "Yes, Mum."

"Come on, Ginny," Ron said. He exited, along with our sister and George.

Once they were gone, my mum and dad looked at me seriously.

"We were under the impression that the person you were dating would be attending Hogwarts next year," dad told me. I looked to the floor. "How d'you propose he's going to help you take care of them?"

"I don't know," I said meekly.

"This is very serious, Fred," mum said quietly. "You're not going to be taking care of those twins alone, you know."

"I know that," I said. "Oliver can Apparate and--"

"Oh he can, can he?" dad asked. "Then why wasn't he there for the ultrasound? Why isn't he here now?"

"Because you guys didn't know about him then and because he's doing chores at home," I answered. "He also is a part of the Puddlemere Reserves--"

"So he plays Quidditch all the time, now," mum mused. "And yet he doesn't have the time to take care of his children?"

"You're not letting me finish!" I cried out. "He told me that, on the weekends and whenever he could, he'd Apparate to Hogsmeade, then come to Hogwarts by broom. I'm positive Professor Dumbledore won't have a problem with it..."

"We should hope so," dad murmured. "I daresay it'll be a sight to see when you arrive there."

"He's not due until around December, Arthur," mum pointed out. "Which means he very well could have them over the winter holidays. You could come home, Fred, and we could prepare you for it!"

"Your mother has a very good point," dad confirmed. "It would be smart of you to come home during those times."

"I guess you're right," I said. "It'd only be right. But...It would have to be all right for Oliver to stay, too. I mean, I want him around and--"

"Oh, he'll be around," mum assured me. "I'm sending an owl to his parents. Where's Errol?"

"You're better off using Pig or Hermes," I said. "Errol's been resting in our room."

"Molly, you really don't have to send the owl now," dad explained. "You've got quite a while before we have to worry about it."

Mum shrugged a little. "Never hurts to be prepared."

I smiled faintly. It was nice to know they cared, but overprotective-ness was a bit too much sometimes. If only the whole family cared so much.

"I've gotta go lie down," I said softly. "I'm not feeling very well. Stressful day."

I ended up going back to my room. George was in there. Thank God, I needed someone to talk to. Someone I could trust. I shut the door behind me and waddled over to him.

"Merlin, George, you're not going to believe what I found out today."

George was messing around with our Wizard Wheezes price chart. He set it down on our desk and looked at me curiously.

"What is it?"

I sat down on my bed and placed my hands in my lap. It was pretty difficult, but I did it. "P-Percy...He...Er...."

George quirked a brow. "Percy what?"

"Percy was the one who put the potion in my drink..."

His eyes nearly shot out of his head. "PERCY WHAT?!"

"SHH! Keep your voice down!" I hissed. "I don't want him hearing us!"

"Percy did what?" George asked, voice now a whisper.

"He was the one who gave me the potion."

"What...W-Why would he do something like that?"

I sighed, my voice slightly trembling. "Percy was in love with Oliver. I think he still is. He gave me the potion so that Oliver would dump me and then Percy could go in and snake him."

George came over to me and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders. I leaned in and sniffed.

"It was really scary, George. He was so...lost. Mad, even. I was scared the whole time and Percy was totally getting in my face..."

"No wonder Percy's always so uptight," George stated. "I mean, he's obsessing over someone who possibly could have been his, and then his brother gets him...I'm surprised he isn't in one of St. Mungo's wards..."

I chuckled quietly. "Yeah. But he threatened me, George. Really threatened me. Said if I told anyone, he'd kill the twins. He has the potion that can undo all of this."

"Did it ever occur to you to ask him where he got them from?"

I blinked. "Er...No, I didn't. Merlin, I'm such a git...Why didn't I ask...?"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist," George said with a smile. "Percy's not going to know you told me. I'll keep quiet about it."

"Perce is probably too busy working in his room to hear us, anyway. Or at least, I hope."

"You've had enough stress today, Fred," George said with that hint of brotherly love. "You need to get some sleep. Come on, lie down and I'll stay in here and keep big bad Percy away."

I nodded a little and pulled away from George. He moved off of the bed and crossed the room to his, and we both lied down, but he grabbed a book.

"Good night, George," I said.

"G'night, Fred. Sleep well."

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