Author's Notes: None of these guys are mine, still. And yes, it's still an OliverxFred, so.....Heh.

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I woke up in the middle of the night with sharp pains shooting up my arm. When I rolled over, I realized I had been lying down on it. I couldn't see it in the dark, but I think that it was purple and pulsating.

It was the last day of November. Everyone was still all tittering about the first task, and I occasionally did, myself. From what I was hearing, there were tiny details that George left out, but nothing that stopped me from getting the story. At least I'd be able to see the second task, right?

My stomach was making some really odd noises. When I rubbed it with my hand (which usually calmed it down), it only seemed to upset it further. I was beginning to worry, but I didn't do anything really drastic yet.

A couple of minutes later, one of the babies kicked. It was right on my bladder, and I nearly wet myself. Crawling out of the bed, I skittered across the floor to the bathroom. But what happened in there was...Well, utterly frightening.

I won't say what it was that happened, because it was just nasty. But it was enough to make me nearly faint. I...er...no longer had a bellybutton. Instead, there was something else. And from that something came...liquid. Liquid I hadn't expected. Let me tell you, it wasn't pee. I used nearly all of the toilet paper to clean myself and then I stumbled back into the dormitories. The first thing I did was wake up George, who didn't seem so happy by my actions.

"F-Fred...Go back to bed...It's not even morning..."

I was nearly frantic, speaking no higher than in a whisper. "B-But George! I think...I think that...Y'remember when mum had Ron and Ginny? When she used to say her water broke? You know, y'remember that, right?"

George grumbled angrily and looked over at me with narrowed eyes. "So what about it...?"

I gulped. "I think mine just did."

My twin nearly flew out of his bed onto the floor. His eyes were huge, and he looked surprised. "W-What! W-We need to go get Dumbledore!"

George wrapped his robes around himself, grabbing ahold of my hand gently and tugging me down the stairs. We went through the common room quickly, but George left me on the couch.

"Let me get them, okay?"

I was panicking. "What about Oliver? How are we going to tell him?" He didn't give me a response, just shot through the portrait hole and down the hall. "George!"

I waited eagerly while George was gone. A cry escaped me when I felt a real tight pain in my stomach. I didn't want to look down there, because I was afraid of what I would see. I missed my bellybutton.

A minute or two later, I heard Dumbledore's voice out in the hallway. George's, too. The both of them, along with Pomfrey, wandered into the common room. They were still dressed in their nightwear.

"So, Weasley!" Pomfrey said quietly. "George tells me your water broke. Is there anything else you're experiencing that you'd like to tell me?"

"Poppy, no interrogating the boy. I know you care, but we need to get this boy to St. Mungo's." Dumbledore smiled softly at me, and I swear his eyes twinkled. Then he added something that put my mind partially at ease. "I sent a message with a spell to get to Oliver Wood, Fred. I assumed you'd want him around."

"Will it get there faster?" I asked, then winced and cried out because of another pain in my stomach.

"Yes, much faster than an owl. I told him we would be going to St. Mungo's."

I smiled weakly. "Thank you, Professor. I really appre---yeeow!"

"He's having contractions, Headmaster," Pomfrey noted. "If we're taking him there, we need to get him there fast."

"I notified your parents, as well." He turned to George. "George? Be sure to tell Ginny and Ron, alright? I give you permission to go into the third year girl's dormitory. -Only- the third years. Any other will be shut off to you."

"Alright, Professor. I'm on my way!" George nodded and shot toward the staircase.

"I'm so not ready for this..." I muttered. "Professor, I'm worried. I, er, don't have a bellybutton, anymore..."

"Dumbledore, d'you think that the Healers of St. Mungo's would object to my being present in the room when Mr. Weasley gives birth? I mean, if I were there, and I saw how this occurred, then I would be well enough prepared to let it happen here." Pomfrey had her arms folded over her chest.

"If Mr. Weasley does not mind, I'm pretty sure that the Healers would not mind. But four people in the room...I don't quite know for sure how they'll let that happen..."

"Can we just go?" I said between gritted teeth. "These things...are...PAINFUL!"

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When we arrived at St. Mungo's, mum and dad were already there. So was Oliver. It was a Wednesday, but he was still there. I don't know how he got away. All I know was that I was appreciative.

I was ushered around everywhere before I was finally plopped into a room. After I was all changed and clean, they put me in a bed and told me that I would have to wait until I was so many centimeters dilated.

I had to wait! Wait with these evil, evil pains! But the good thing? Oliver was with me.

Mum and dad stayed out in the waiting room for a while so Oliver and I could have some alone time. Percy was here, but I bet it was against his will. George, Ron and Ginny were all here, too. Even Bill and Charlie Apparated here. I felt really happy.

There was a set time for these contraction things. They were too far apart now to really be concerned about them. The Healer told me that I'd be fine.

Oliver was fidgeting around with nearly everything. I couldn't get him to sit still. I think he was more nervous than I was.

"Oliver, love, just...come over here and sit down, will you?"

"S-Sorry, Fred. I'm just kind of nervous. Today's the day, you know? I'm terribly fidgety..."

I extended my hand and he took it, squeezing it. "If you don't calm down, it'll make me really nervous, and we can't have that, you know."

He grinned some and nodded, dropping into a chair near the bed I was in. He rubbed his thumb over my hand and I sighed softly.

"So we're going to go with Will and Brett, right?"

"Unless you're having second thoughts about their names, love," he told me.

"About their last name..." I brought it up because, the more I thought about it, the more Wood-Weasley made sense. That way people would know they were my kids, too.

"I was thinking they should have them both," he stated. It made me blink.

"Y'do?"

"Of course I do." Oliver smiled. "Though poor Will is going to have some problems with saying his name at first, I think it'll be okay. Brett will be fine, too. Will and Brett Wood-Weasley. Merlin, that's a mouthful."

"We'll just have to make sure they're extra smart," I said with a smirk.

Oliver nodded. "Of course. But they will be, anyway. I mean, they've got our genes, don't they?" Then he chuckled. "Maybe we should have stolen some of Hermione's genes."

"It's all in the nature of the kid," I explained. "If they're studious, a jokester, quidditch fanatic..."

"Makes sense."

I winced and nearly bit my tongue. A contraction. "Er...Yeah. Yeah, it does."

Oliver leaned in and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I've got to go get something to eat. I'd sneak you in something, but the Healer says you're not supposed to have anything."

"Since when does Oliver Wood follow the rules?" I asked daringly. Didn't get to him, though.

"He does when it involves his children, Weasley."

"I love it when you call me that."

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley." He gave me another kiss, but on the lips this time. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I nodded, watching him as he left. I was so lucky...

"OW!"

Maybe not so lucky. Another contraction. But I just had one! It wasn't time for another. Mum came rushing in when she heard my shout of pain.

"What is it, Fred?"

"My contraction things are really close togeth--OW! Really close together and bloody hurt!"

Her eyes widened. She didn't say anything, just turned around and disappeared for a minute. When she came back, she had the Healer with her.

"Your mother says your contractions are getting rather close..." I had to take notice to just how dark his hair was. It was almost a black that absorbed the light of the room.

I felt kind of violated when I felt his hands lifting up the blanket that was covering me. He was looking up my blanket! He surfaced a few seconds later.

"You're perfectly dilated, Mr. Weasley...I'd say it's time to start pushing. What d'you say?"

I gulped. "Er...I guess that's what I should do, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, your body will let you know what to do," he informed me. "Now, we received word from Dumbledore that his nurse is going to be watching. Is that all right with you?"

"I don't see why not," I said. I ignored the large pain shooting through my body. "But I want my mum, dad and Oliver in here."

"That's perfectly fine," the Healer said. Mum disappeared for a minute and came back with my approved company. "So are you ready? You ready to have some children?"

Oliver stepped right up beside me and took my hand in his. I smiled up at him, then nearly yelled because of another pain. "I'm...I'm ready."

"Then let's get ready!" the Healer said with a smile.

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Triplets. Not twins, no. Triplets.

Blayne was wrong. He hadn't noticed the third child hidden behind his brothers. The heart beat was there, but none of us seemed to hear it. I think we were all too absorbed in the twin concept that the idea of triplets was farfetched. But, Blayne also said that multiple births wasn't too rare for male pregnancies. I was just...in awe.

The Healer noticed that there were triplets after the first two boys came out. He told us that he could see something else in there, and it could only have been another kid. I guess that explains why I was so huge. I really hoped I would lose all that extra weight I gained.

We named the third boy Luke. It was mum's idea. I don't know why I liked it so much, but I did. And Oliver felt the same way. We were a family now...

I wasn't allowed to see them for a short amount of time. I noticed from the clock on the wall that it was December first. December first, nineteen-ninety-four. I'd remember that day for the rest of my life. And the time? Noon. Luke came out right at the stroke of noon.

I was exhausted. Terribly, terribly exhausted. When the Healer brought the triplets back, he told me that I was allowed to have some time alone with them. It was...Something I can't explain. I'd say it was magical, but that might just be corny.

All three of them had dark blonde hair, just like Oliver's, but they had my eyes. My nice, hazel colored eyes. They were all so beautiful that it made me cry. Well, I don't know if it was them, or the mad shift in my hormones. Either way, they were just adorable.

The triplets were taken away for feeding. Since I don't have breasts and all, I can't quite feed them through that. So, they were fed formula. While they were off, I took a nap. It was the first time in months that I was able to sleep on my back. Ah, how I missed doing that.

When I woke up, it was night. I was still slightly tired, but I was okay. I could handle that. The nurse brought in the triplets and Oliver came in, too.

I was holding Brett and Luke. Oliver was holding Will. He looked ecstatic.

"Still can't believe there's three of them..." Oliver said softly, rocking side to side very slowly. He was running his index finger over Will's brows.

I was grinning. Brett and Luke were both resting. It was corny, but I felt so happy. I mean, here I was, with the man I love and the three offspring of that love. It was just...wonderful.

Someone knocked on the door. When I said they could come in, I noticed it was my whole family.

"Can we come in?" mum asked.

I lifted a finger to my lips, then nodded. Mum got the idea.

"Come on in, everyone," I said quietly. "They're sleeping."

Mum and Ginny walked over toward me and looked at Brett and Luke. I let my mum hold Luke, and she and Ginny googled over him.

"They look exactly like Oliver," Ron pointed out when he saw Will. "But they have your eyes, Fred."

"Triplets..." my dad said disbelievingly. "Can't believe it...That's a first for this family..."

"Wouldn't you know it'd be a twin who'd give them," George whispered.

Will had woken up. Ron, George and Percy were looking at him. Bill and Charlie were standing beside me, looking down at Brett.

"Got your nose, I think," Bill said.

"Wonder if they'll have freckles," Charlie mused.

"First Weasleys to be without red hair," Percy pointed out. "This is rare."

"At least they'll not be made fun of for the red hair," Ron said. "Wonder if they'll be lanky like me."

"I'm stocky, Ron," I said, "and Oliver is pretty lean. They'll probably be a happy medium."

He shrugged. I guess he wasnn't all that taken by the concept. But he was quite taken by how small the three of them were, although they were completely healthy.

I yawned a little and shifted Brett in my arms. Bill wanted to hold him, and even though I was kind of reluctant at first, I let him. He was surprisingly careful, and I felt bad for doubting him. Bill, after all, did have five younger siblings. It would have been stupid for me to assume he didn't know how to hold a child.

Another yawn escaped me. Mum realized I was tired, and she placed Matt in the bassinet that was near Oliver.

"Come on now, everyone. Fred's tired. Let's let him get some sleep."

"But Mum!" Ginny protested quietly. "I want to--"

"Ginny, you can see them later."

She pouted. "Fine. Sleep well, Fred!"

I smiled at her and waved some. "Thanks, Ginny. I will."

"Mind if I tell Harry and Hermione?" Ron asked. He looked sort of proud. "I mean, they'll be wondering where you are and I--"

"Go ahead, Ron. Just...keep it to yourselves, eh? And George, if anybody asks, I'm suspended. I'll let you come up with a reason, but keep it within reason. I don't need people thinking I'm some kind of convict or anything..."

George grinned and nodded. "Whatever you say, Freddy."

Everyone gave me hugs before they left. I yawned a few more times, and once Oliver and I were left alone with the boys, I smiled at him sleepily. He was still holding Will, who, unlike his brothers, was awake. Just barely, though.

"You're not playing favorites, are you?" I asked softly. Then I chuckled some.

Oliver smiled at me, shaking his head. "Nah. He's just the only one that's awake."

"Ah. Well, he looks like he's falling asleep. Your arms are comforting, this I know. It's the warmth they have."

I noticed Oliver placing Will in the bassinet on the left side. There were two separating bars between the three of them, but they had a lot of room. Brett was in the middle and Luke was on the right.

"Will you sleep in the bed with me?" I asked sweetly. "We haven't seen each other in months. I missed you. I missed you terribly."

He nodded and shrugged off the jacket he was wearing. Then he kicked off his shoes, and when I slid over some, he crawled into the bed next to me. I snuggled up to him and smiled.

"I missed holding you in my arms...I feel like I'm back at Hogwarts."

I don't know why that made me think about it, but I asked him anyway. "How're things going with Puddlemere? Having fun?"

"Puddlemere's great if you're a Quidditch fanatic like I am, but...But now that it's all I do, night and day, five days a week...I'm starting to wonder just how much I really want to do it..." He seemed almost apprehensive to tell me.

"Really, love? Well, was there anything else that you were thinking of doing?"

"I don't know," he admitted, sounding slightly annoyed. "We're actually going to the Quidditch league come March. That's what we've been practicing for. The team who wins receives a Firebolt for their Seeker and Nimbus 2002's for the rest of the team. I have to admit, I could use a new broom..."

Oliver was still flying that horrid Comet three-sixty. Granted, he didn't have to fly that much as the Keeper, but he needed to be fast in order to catch the Quaffles. I felt slightly guilty that he bought me a ring instead of his Nimbus.

I loved the way he smelled. The unique scent of...well, still the same smell of grass as before, but he had this new smell. It was..rugged. Manly. Very attractive. My fingers were twirling the fabric of his shirt. I closed my eyes when he wrapped his arm around me.

"You deserve a new broom..."

"I hope I can get it, though. Because I might think of trying out for--"

It was too late. I'd fallen asleep.

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For the few brief seconds when I first woke up, I thought I was still pregnant. I usually rubbed my enlarged stomach when I first rose in the morning, and today was no different. I was surprised when I felt the flat, toned abdomen that I had long since figured destroyed.

Oliver wasn't in the bed with me anymore. I also had the covers over me. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was nine o' clock. It was raining.

I sat up and looked over in the bassinet's direction. The triplets weren't in there. Panic suddenly washed over my body.

"MUM! MUM!" I cried out.

Not even seconds later did she fly into the room. She looked worried. "What is it, Fred?!"

"Where're the boys? Where did they go!?" I threw the covers off of me.

"Calm down, honey!" she said in her soothing, motherly voice. "They're with one of the Healers and Oliver. They're being fed."

I blinked, suddenly feeling very stupid. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"

"Fred, dear, you gave birth to twins not even a day ago. It's exhausting enough to have twins, as I'd know, but triplets are even more draining. I figured you'd want to sleep, and Oliver did too, so we let you rest." She placed her hands together with a smile. "Would you like anything for breakfast?"

"I'd like to see my own bloody children," I mumbled. She wasn't supposed to hear that, but she did.

"Well, they'll be back soon. In the meantime, don't worry about it, honey. Now, are you sure there isn't anything you'd like?"

I hadn't eaten in hours. Nearly a day, if I wasn't mistaken. "Anything I'd like?" I asked with a faint grin. "Where's the menu?"

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Author's Notes: -Grins- You have to review this chapter....^__________^