Author's Note: Wow! Obviously, you all love my story exactly the way it is. (Gives me the warm-fuzzies all over.) So, due to that overwhelming reaction, I'm just going to leave my story as is with maybe a few passing references to …Order of the Phoenix and some cameos from characters such as Luna Lovegood and Tonks. But that's it. Also, I'm playing the Parent Weasleys a little… out of context. I don't think they'd truly act this way, but for the means of this story, they are big on "moral values." (Notice the parenthesis usage.) So please don't complain that the Weasley reaction is OoC because I know. Anyways, the moment you've been waiting for…

Wait! I realized I've been forgetting disclaimers even though you all know that I don't own it. But for legality reasons, I do not own Harry Potter or anything so affiliated with it.

:*: 6 – The Weasley Reaction :*:

"What is it, Fred?" Mum asked me, concerned.

"Just get Dad, will you?" I said again.

Mum paused for a moment, then left the room and called out "Arthur!" who joined them in the kitchen shortly thereafter.

"Is everything all right, Molly?" he asked, then seeing Hermione, said, "Hello, Fred, Hermione."

"Hullo, Dad," I said back, feeling my throat closing up on me. I couldn't tell them. I just couldn't. They may be pretty open when it comes to blood and all, but mostly they are traditional when it comes to basic family values.

"Fred, are you two okay?" he asked again.

Hermione and I nodded.

"So what do you need to tell us?" Mum asked, not reassured at all.

At this point, I was wondering where the Fred was that unabashedly screamed out, "we're getting hitched" at Hermione's parents house. I mean, how hard could it have been to say, "Hermione's having a baby?"

I'd say, pretty damn hard as long as Mum was holding that dish pan.

"Can I have that, Mum?" I asked, indicating the dish pan.

She looked at me oddly but handed the pan over to me. Now I had the defensive weapon.

"Molly, Arthur," Hermione said. "Fred and I have wonderful news."

Mum's face fell. "You two didn't elope, did you? I couldn't bear it if another one of my children did that. Will I ever get to sit and watch one of my babies get married?"

"No, Mum, that's not it," I said hastily, really not wanting the tears to come.

"Because that would be so much like you, Fred," she wailed, tears on their merry way down her cheeks. "Totally disregarding your mother's feelings for one night of fun. You did it all the time at school."

"Molly, calm down," Dad said, patting her on the shoulder.

Hermione looked at me, wondering about where to go from here.

"So – er – " I began idiotically. I needed a way to say it without actually saying it. A way to imply it.

"You're going to have another grandchild," Hermione said, preempting my thoughts.

Mum and Dad both froze. Then, Mum said,

"So you did elope."

"Er… no." I looked down at my shoes.

Look at that, I was still in my slippers.

"Then how did this happen?" Mum asked. "Fred, I thought you more responsible than this."

"Hermione, maybe you ought to leave," I said, taking her hand.

"But – "

I interrupted her and continued, "I don't know what Mum and Dad are going to say and I don't think you should have to listen to them yell at me. Neither should the baby. Bloody good impression that will make."

Hermione looked at me, then at my parents (Mum who was about to burst – with what emotion was yet to be determined) and gave me a kiss.

"I'll see you at home," she said quietly.

"Bye," I said, watching her pop away. I then turned back to my parents, but before I could say anything, Mum began screeching.

"Fred Weasley! Though you don't have a good responsibility track record, I would think you would know not to get her pregnant. Honestly, what will her parents think of us? You impregnating their daughter OUT OF WEDLOCK!"

"Who cares what her parents think?" I countered. "We love each other and we already love the baby. Who gives a damn what other people think?"

"That is besides the point," Mum said dismissively. "But I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised. You and George were always ones to do something stupid and not think about the consequences. Percy would never have done something like this."

I had been expecting this. I was not, however, expecting the rage that would engulf me into saying what I said.

"Percy almost did do this!"

Mum gasped and Dad, who was awfully silent, grasped her shoulders.

"Why do you think Penelope and Percy broke up right after their seventh year? Because Penelope had a pregnancy scare! How's that!? Your perfect prefect son is just the same as me!"
And then, to add insult to injury, the anger caused me to get into a deeper pile of sit than I was already in.

"And you want to know something else, Mum? I mean, I should say this now since you're already just so disappointed in me."

"Fred, maybe you should calm down," Dad finally said.

"Hermione wasn't even the first girl I've had sex with! How do you like that?"

Mum's eyes got all wide.

"In my seventh year… with a SLYTHERIN!"

Mum wailed loudly and Dad hugged her.

"Fred, maybe you should go," Dad said quietly, hugging Mum.

"No!" I yelled back. "I want to talk about all of this! Mum obviously has a problem with my future wife and I wanting to have a baby! What should we do, huh, Mum? Get rid of it? No!"

"That's not what I am saying, Fred and you know that," Mum replied through tears. "I'm just worried – "

"About what!?"

"That you aren't mature enough to handle a child!" she said.

I froze, then after a few seconds, replied, "Not mature enough!? What do you think I'm doing right now? I'm fighting for this child which shows I love and want it. If that's not mature, then what is?"

Mum was silent.

"You know what?" I said. "I'm going to leave. And I do not want you contacting me until you realize that I am old enough and mature enough to move on with my life. You got that?"

"Don't do this, Fred," Dad said, still holding Mum.

"What else should I do, Dad? What else could I possibly do to make you two realize that I am not a child anymore?"

As they stood there in silence, I took that as my cue and Disapperated home. Hermione tried talking to me, but I simply put my hand up to cut her off and promptly fell asleep trying not think of what I had said to my parents.

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I was woken up the next morning by yelling – half of which was Hermione's. The other half I was vaguely aware of, seeing as how I was usually on the receiving side.

"Percy," I said. "What are you doing?"

He turned to me, face absolutely livid, and walked straight up to me, looked me in the eye… and then I fell backwards with a stinging sensation on my right eye.

Percy – Perfect, Prefect Percy, Big Head Boy extraordinaire – had punched me.

"You stupid bastard!" Percy screamed at me. "Where do you get off telling Mum all about Penelope and I?"

"Where do you come off storming into my home, yelling at my pregnant fiancé and then punching me in the bloody nose?"

"Calm down," Hermione said to both of us.

"You think you're so above me, Fred," Percy continued. "All because you think you have so much more fun than I. Being so frivolous is a curse, not a blessing."

"And being a wanker with a huge stick up your ass," I replied. "Is fun?

"At least I'm a wanker with a huge stick up his ass that respects his mother and doesn't yell at her and make her feel like the worst person on the face of the planet!" Percy yelled back.

I smirked in approval. He never has had good comebacks before.

"Stop smiling," Percy said. "Apologize to Mum."

"No!" I yelled. "She had no right to say all of that to me."

"And you had no right to say what you said to her," he replied coolly.

"Percy," I said extremely frustrated. "You don't understand. I'm sick of not being seen as an adult. I make my own decisions and I will handle them myself."

"If you want to be an adult, you don't go off tattling on your older brothers. That was an easy out and you know it," Percy said, still positively fuming.

"Fred," Hermione said.

"Not now, Hermione," I said offhandedly, turning back to Percy. "And what? Not telling Mum that you were almost a father in your seventh year is a mature thing to do?"

"That's a completely different situation!" he yelled. "The main difference being that I didn't get her pregnant. It was a scare and something I decided not to tell Mum out of respect. Something maybe you should show for her every now and then."

"I – "

"Don't you even dare say you respect Mum because damn well better know that you don't!" Percy screamed.

"Fred," Hermione said again.

"Not now!" I said to her, a little more loudly than I meant to.

"You don't even have respect for the girl you claim to love. What does that say about you?" Percy asked.

"It says that you're being a tosser and making me so mad that I yell at Hermione!"

"So now you're blaming it on me?" Percy asked.

"Oh, just stuff it, Perce," I yelled back.

"You're turning your back on your family," he said. "How could you do that? Mum has always been there for you and now you're betraying her."

"DON'T CALL WHAT I'M DOING AS BETRAYAL!" I roared. "I'm fighting for my family, the woman and child that I love, all right? And I don't think that you of all people want to talk about betraying our family, you stupid son of a bitch."

There was a ringing silence. I was almost expecting Percy to hit me again.

"Fred," Hermione said yet again.

"What?" I said, finally turning to look at her.

She was clutching her abdomen.

"Hermione?" I asked, suddenly feeling worry instead of anger. "Are you okay?"

Hermione doubled over a bit and groaned.

"Fred," she said.

I quickly grabbed onto her so she didn't fall.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said. "I just went to the bathroom and when I came out, my abdomen started hurting… really bad. Fred, what if something is wrong with the baby?"

"Nothing is wrong with the baby," I said, soothingly running my hand over her hair. "You're going to be fine. Maybe a spot of food poisoning."

"No, Fred," she said. "This doesn't feel like – "

She let out another long groan of pain and I said to Percy, "Call the hospital!"

Percy ran to the fire and threw some powder onto it and told the receptionist at St. Mungo's to send a car over a fast as she could. Almost five seconds later, there was a knock on the door and Percy opened it to reveal three paramedics.

"What seems to be the problem?" one of them said.

"She's in a lot of pain," I responded. "We're worried about the baby."

"Are you pregnant, Miss?" another one asked.

"What do you think I meant when I said we're worried about the baby!?" I screamed.

"Sir, you are going to have to calm down."

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"We're going to have to take her in to an obstetrician. DO you already have one?"

"No," Hermione said between wheezes of pain.

"All right," the paramedic said.

He magic-ed a stretcher which he helped Hermione onto and then led the three of us down to two cars: one for Hermione and the medics and another for Percy and I.

We quickly got in and the cars took off towards the hospital while I wished I could be in the same car as Hermione, holding her hand.

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Percy and I had been sitting in the waiting room for nearly twenty minutes before a doctor finally came out to tell us what was going on.

"Miss Granger is going to be just fine," she said, causing very relieved sighs to escape Percy and my mouths.

"What was wrong?" I asked.

The doctor pulled out his charts and said, "It seems that she developed a cyst on her uterus. It's a very common and treatable occurrence and I prescribed some antibiotics to take the pain away. The actual cyst will go away in five to seven days."

"So she'll be okay?" I asked.

"She'll be just fine," the doctor reassured. "The pain she experienced probably gave her a fright, but I preformed an ultrasound and your baby is doing just fine."

"Can I see her?" I asked.

The doctor nodded. "I'll lead you to her room."

"Percy," I said before leaving. "You want to contact Harry and the family, tell them Hermione had to go to the hospital, but she's one hundred percent fine?"

"Of course," Percy said, nodding.

"All right," I said. I felt like I should ask to see where Percy and I stood on the fight level, if we were still angry at one another or what, but I figured that Hermione was a little more important at this point and time.

"Hermione?" I said quietly as I opened the door to her room.

She was sitting up right in her hospital bed, smiling happily. I quickly walked over to her and gave her a light hug and a kiss.

"How are you?" I asked.

She sighed. "A little dazed. But the baby is all right, and that's what matters."

"Is there anything I could do for you to make it better?" I asked. "Call your friends? Family? Get you some food? Set off a Dung Bomb in some random patient's room?"

"No," she said, laughing. "I think I'll be just fine."

"I could do a happy little jig for you," I offered, shimmying my feet in a pathetic attempt at one of those classic Irish dances.

Hermione snorted with laughter, so my mission was accomplished.

"I think I'll be fine. The doctor has to get one more test result back and then I'm free to go."

"So you don't' have to stay over night?" I asked.

"Unless she finds something grossly out of whack."

"I'm sure everything is… er… in whack," I said, sitting down on the bed with her and taking her hand.

Hermione laughed again and asked, "Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"They can tell already?"

"Apparently so," Hermione said. "So would you like to know?"

I shrugged.

"Doesn't matter," I said. "Because no matter what it is, it'll be named Fred Weasley Junior."

Hermione scoffed.

"It will not," she said.

"Then what?"

Hermione looked at me weirdly. I gave her a look back.

"Like you've yet to think about this? You probably know exactly what you want to name it," I responded.

Hermione looked down and mumbled, "Bartholomew."

"I am not having a child named Bartholomew!" I said. "All the other kids would call him 'Farty Barty.'"

"The other kids?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.

"All right," I conceded. "I would call him 'Farty Barty.' But still, I don't think our child deserves that."

"Farty Barty," Hermione laughed. "Honestly."

Author's Note: All right. So there are allusions to …Order of the Phoenix in this chapter but that's all that there will be throughout the story. I'm still going to keep the character killed off in Book 5 in this story (won't show up until the wedding) because I liked that character and they are still going to be in my story dammit! Time for the thanks but since I have so many responses for both chapters six and the note I left (which will be up for awhile just so you don't get a "You cannot review the same chapter twice" message) I can't really say individual thanks without taking up monstrous space. But I will anyways.

Quiet One (x2): You're cameo is added to my list of characters. Awesome.

Spordelia Chase (x2): I think most people had the same Idea. I did too until my pre-wedding pregnant plot idea came about. And there is no cliff hanger this time around. Just some inane ramblings.

Isadora (x2): You don't have to leave big nice reviews. Little nice ones like this are just fine.

Singtoangels: Definetly keep me posted about your Fred/Hermione fic. I am very intrigued and since, of course, you wrote it, it will be excellent.

Queen of the Jungle (x2): Sorry I didn't use your ideas for telling Molly what was up. Maybe when Hermione's parents find out, I'll have him say that because we all know that Fred is a bit of a moron when around her family.

BellethePhilosopher'sCookie (x2): Bummer about the library book and mouse extravaganza. Hope your life has improved since then.

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Gwen Potter (x2): Hooray for "Consequences…" sequel! And happy sixteenth. I'm not sure if naming is going to be an issue. I think it'll just be one of those things. Hell, I wasn't named for a few hours after I was born. You'll find out the child's name soon enough.

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Lady Laughs-A-Lot (x2): As I said to Spordelia Chase, I tghink most everyone expected the baby to come after the wedding. But I began thinking, four months until the wedding, nine for the baby… I'd begin to run out of hilarious plot ideas for Fred.

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Angelwings: There are so many amazing Fred/Hermione and George/Hermione stories out on this site. If you want some, go to my "Favorite Stories" list and check out some of the ones I've got archived.

Black Rein (x2): Yes, people do get drunk and people say stupid things when drunk. It's a whole big vicious cycle. Thanks for the review.

Beau Porteur De Diamant: Weasley's reaction you have, next chapter is the Granger family reaction with a lovely appearance by Aunt Dolores. Fred is so going to get it.

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Hollie (x2): Thanks for your story suggestions. I've yet to check them out but I will… I promise. Also, I've got your cameo down.

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And to all the people who answered my plot questions, which includes all of the people with a (x2) next to their name and the following:

Kat19, ali (x2), ria snape, Befuzzled, Muggle Lover (x2), EternalCorruption, XoXoXo, LilyWonder, queenkell25, Regn Hino, animegirl-mika, JosiahGirl, Purple Orchid, Jessie, hm…,

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One last thing: If you are completely and utterly devastated by the character death in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, I STRONGLY suggest going to read AriaStar's fic entitled: "Always There." It is a beautiful story and offers a lot of hope for future books. WARNING: Contains spoilers of a large quality.

See you all later with chapter seven: The Granger Reaction.