A/n: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've got school right now. But the good news is most of my classes give me lots of time to think up more to my story.
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P.S. Sorry I know this is long, but I was editing a chapter early and found out I write like I talk, (southern) so I'll try to weed it out of there, but ignore it if it does pop up.
Chapter 3In the Three Broomsticks, a few moments later, Fred pounce, "Ok, we're here tell me. No more stalling. Tell." He commanded, impatient with Hermione's excuses for not telling him why she left without giving him a chance to stop her. She was a powerful witch and probably could have gotten out of any situation, but he was a Weasley twin, and could be quite powerful himself when he wanted to be.
"Well, not long after you proposed someone came to see me. No questions, Fred," She requested when he asked who visited her, "It was Malfoy, the older one. He told me that, and I quote, 'a mudblood and Fred, even though he is quite lower class, he deserves much better than you'. I've thought about those words a lot since I left. I tried to figure out why he, of all people, cared that you were marrying beneath you. I could never figure it out. Anyway, at first I didn't believe him, thought you could never judge me based on my parents, but then I thought about it some more and decided he was right. So I packed. I thought about telling my parents where I was going, but I knew that's the first place you would look and I didn't want to be found, so I decided to cut off all ties to Great Britain. How I could forget that the moment our daughters were born, McGonagall at least would know that I was still alive." She paused to catch her breath and give him time to sort through all she had just told him.
"Did you know? Know that you were pregnant?"
"Yes. I had found out that morning. I think someone told Malfoy that I was, and he decided to act. Anyway, I moved to America and became a journalist for a magazine there. You know, teaching was always what I had wanted to do. It was almost heartbreaking that I didn't finish school"
"Tell me about the girls."
"Well, Maddie's older by exactly one minute . . ."
"No way, I'm older than George by exactly one minute!"
"Really? Well, she's the little leader, but she lets Stacie have her say in everything. Maddie's more like you and she's just as much the prankster. Stacie's more like me, but I see you in her, too. They're neither one as serious as me, but not as goofy as you. There's a lot of Weasley in them. Oddly enough I even see Harry in them.
Fred sat listening to Hermione talk, all the while getting angrier and angrier at Malfoy. He should have known all this information from the beginning. If it hadn't been for Malfoy he would have. He would have been married for nearly eleven years. He would have been happy for eleven years. When Hermione left, he didn't know what hit him, but he stopped living for a while. The shop went into George's control, and Fred laid around in a depression the entire first year Hermione was gone. Slowly he got himself together, and when Dumbledore offered him a job he was ready to except it. Now, thinking back, he realized that life would had been great if not for Malfoy. At least he was in Azkaban now. Fred just wished he could get his hands on him, he thought Malfoy should be dead for ruining eleven years of two peoples lives and making two little girls go without family for so long. As he was thinking, he remembered that Hermione had said that the girls didn't know everything yet.
"How much do the girls know about this?"
"Well they always knew about magic and me being from England. They thought that out split was mutual and that we were married. I raised them to never hate you for not being there or coming after me. They knew you name and what you looked like and they know about Harry and Ron. They can't wait to actually meet them. They didn't know about the rest of your family or mine, just that they have grandparents, but nothing else."
"When are you going to tell them?"
"I thought that we should tell them before we go to the Burrow and tell everyone else. Harry and Ron were my best friends for seven years, so I think that we should tell them when we tell the girls."
"So, we'll tell them in the morning?"
"Yes, I'd insist on telling them myself, but I want them to see that you had no hand in driving me away. That's why you should tell your side. Oh, I just remembered, the girls know but you don't. Their last name isn't just Granger, but Granger-Weasley. I told them that when I found out you were going to be teaching here, too. I told them that we must both be referred to as Professor, and they could call you Dad or Fred, whichever they feel most comfortable with, after school, and then I told . . ."
"I hope they want to call me Dad." Fred interrupted her.
"Yes. I do too. But I told them that they can continue going by Granger, use the hyphenated one, or just use Weasley. I think they'll want to use your last name somehow, but I think they're so used to Granger that it may stick around as well."
Hermione took a sip of her drink, sat back, and sighed. She was finally, fully happy and content. She loved her girls with every fiber of her being but there had always been something missing. She now realized that that something had been someone and that someone had been Fred. She didn't know where this relationship would go (secretly she hoped it would pick up where it left off), but she did know that she had desperately missed his company.