Author's notes: well here's yet another installment like I promised. Sorry for the over-long wait tho, this was suppose to come out before the Half-Blood Prince. I must've revised this chapter like 20 times coz I couldn't figure out how george should react. I'm gonna stop beating around the bush and just tell you who the father is. And by the end of this chappie, rest assured you will know who it is. But if you don't, then pity to you. And hopefully I've answered some questions from before like, "why does Hermione sound so floozy?" well obviously she's not; that's just too OoC.

So if you still have questions, comments or flames after reading this chapter then feel free to review or email me. I wanna give a special ups to one particular review that said "fuck you". Hehe thanks for that, critiques are awesome and I'm sourly disappointed everyone sees them as something negative. Well rock on peeps! Btw, just a reminder that italics are in the past. For this one, it's about a week after Ron proposed ok?

Chapter 7

"Sorry we're late everyone."

Hermione rushed in the restaurant where Arthur and Molly, Bill and his family, Charlie and his children, Fred and the pregnant Angelina, George, Ginny, and Harry were already seated. Close at her heels was Ron whom was out of breath, lacing his fingers with Hermione's as he reached her side.

"You lot haven't ordered yet, have you?" he asked half-hopeful.

"Maybe we would've waited if you two showed up on time instead of shagging in your car first," George teased. Instantly, Ron's cheeks burned red but Hermione remained unfazed, slapping the slightly taller twin on the shoulder.

"Not bloody likely. Well, at least not till after the wedding," she smiled sweetly at her Ron whose face flushed ten times more.

Molly gazed at the two with adoring eyes, exposing all emotion behind it. "I can't believe Ron proposed to our Hermione just last week." She stood up, unable to hold back the oncoming explosive hugs she unleashed on the petite curly-haired girl. "I've always thought of her as a daughter but now it'll be official." She began sobbing wildly yet smiling all the same.

"I just can't believe Ron gathered up enough balls to ask you in the first place Hermione," Fred joked sending his youngest brother a cheeky smile.

Ron glared. "I was pacing myself," he countered. "You know, waiting for the right moment."

George snorted. "By the pace you're going, your firstborn will be joining our grandchildren in Hogwarts." Some at the table sniggered.

"Shut up George."

Ron's light yet unrelenting gaze darted from his fiancée to his brother, eyes seeking an answer.

"Well?" he probed on, voice relatively calm, steady.

'Not for long,' George thought to himself. 'He's going to be screaming himself hoarse on this one.'

"Tell me what?"

Hermione prudently cleared her throat, receiving abstinent looks from George and Ron to her direction, both men silently questioning her. She glanced up at George, nodding ever-so-slightly in Ron's direction.

"Say something," she mouthed quietly in exaggerated whispers.

He frowned at her, jaw tight and clenching. "What do you want me to say?" his eyes asked back, without having to move his lips.

She shrugged, this time more visibly. "Anything."

Ron's temper was cracking as he watched the two converse through facial expression, he could feel the vein on his forehead pulsing, just waiting…no, demanding for an explanation.

"Hermione," his voice was cold and hard, forcing her to face him with her whole body. "What.is.going.on?" His mouth was a thin line, features like stone. But his eyes, they were set gravely on her and full of concern. Somehow he knew he didn't like what they were keeping from him and he didn't want to know. Yet curiosity ate away at his innards.

George took in a deep long breath and closed his eyes. Hermione was right. He had to say something to Ron. He wasn't about to let it go. And for the first time in months, he had an immense compulsion to spill out the truth. It was about time too.

"Alright Ron," George said, opening his eyes again. "I'll tell you what's going on. I'll tell you everything. The entire truth." He glanced down at Hermione in time to catch her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes bulge in horror.

'Oh my god. He's really going to tell him everything!' she screamed silently in her head.

Out of the blue, Hermione made a strangled noise as she choked on her food. Everyone stared at her in alarm while she drank water to clear her throat.

"Sorry everyone," she said after taking a sip from Ron's glass. "I just got buzzed by the office. I need to return this call." She stood up but Ron grabbed hold of her arm.

"But Mione-" he gazed up pleadingly.

"Sorry Ron but I have to go. I'll meet you back at our flat, yea?" She kissed his cheek lightly.

"Um, that reminds me. I have to leave too," George said, standing up as well.

"Where you headed to?" Fred asked suspiciously.

George was caught in an awkward faze. "I—uh—have to meet my girlfriend. So I'll see you lot later."

He quickly apparated away before anyone could ask anymore probing questions about his whereabouts. Hermione disapparated, too, right after George. The entire table fell quiet.

"You know, it's odd," Charlie said breaking the silence. "I don't think I've ever met this mysterious girlfriend of his before. Haven't they been together for awhile now?"

"Maybe he just made her up," Ginny said with a wink, wearing that same grin the twins get.

"Hell, I'll bet our dear old brother is shagging Hermione as we speak," Fred joked as he leaned back in his chair, which earned him a slap from his wife.

Ron glared at Fred. "They are not."

George cleared his throat, two sets of eyes glued to him and ears perched, hanging on to his every word.

"I, um, have not been completely honest for some time. I've hid something."

He paused for effect, glancing over at Hermione whose face was blanched with terrified fear, then at Ron. For as long as he could remember, George has never seen Ron so serious and concentrated. Let's just say the boy had an attention span of a peanut. It almost made him laugh, but he reminded himself to play the serious part for now.

'This'll teach her,' George thought, smirking inwardly. 'No one messes with a Weasley. Especially not a Weasley twin.'

He twisted his face into that schooled grave tone, adding concern to Ron's expression as well as terror in Hermione's.

"Ron, dear brother of mine, I've betrayed you. I went behind your back when I shouldn't have. I knew it was wrong but god help me, I couldn't resist-"

"Whoa, hang on. What are you talking about?" Ron crossed his arms.

"I shagged Hermione."

"WHAT!" both Ron and Hermione blurted together in unison. As soon as they had, they looked at each other, confused.

George, however, just nodded, still looking reverently sorry and solemn all at once. "Yes, it's true. I did it. I mean, I did her. And that's not all. I got her pregnant too."

George waited for the outburst, but none came. Ron was quiet, a little too quiet for his liking. This wasn't the reaction he expected.

'Uh oh,' he thought, the heedless silence eating him alive.

Hermione paled even more, an arm protectively sliding over her belly. She felt sick. So sick she thought she was going to heave right there on the carpet. She didn't know what in the hell George was thinking when he said they slept together. Ron was going to bloody tear him apart. Limb from limb. And in case he didn't get the job done, Hermione certainly will.

Then in the blink of an eye, even too fast for George to duck out of the way like he'd planned, Ron lunged forward, throwing his entire body at his older brother. George tried to scream but came out as a half squeak as Ron, deaf with blind rage, punched and kicked and slapped whatever body part was an open target.

George's face was barely marked, arms flying up responsively to protect his head. But maybe he should've thought over his defense because as soon as his hands lifted to shield himself, his stomach and down was completely free of protection, even his family goods.

"Ahh-oww!" George cried as Ron kneed him on his unmentionables. He was on the ground vulnerable and weak to Ron's oncoming advances.

"No Ron! Get off! Stop it!" Hermione tried to pull back her boyfriend but he was stronger, barely feeling her desperate pulls.

In a surge of panic, she threw herself in between the two. Hermione shrieked and fell over, as Ron accidentally knocked her down.

"Hermione!" Ron stopped in time to realize what he'd done. He rushed to her side to check if she was alright. "I'm- I'm so sorry, Mione. I didn't mean to hit you. I'm sorry." He cupped her face in his hands.

"It's okay Ron. I'm fine." She pulled herself up to a sitting position.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes. I'm alright."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good then." His fiery eyes then turned themselves to George, who had leaned up against the couch and nursing his bruises. He stood up, a vicious scowl on his face, and advanced towards his brother again. George noticed this and put up his hands in surrender.

"Tell me the truth Mione," Ron began, still facing the battered twin. "Did he force himself on you? Is that how he got you pregnant!" His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"Ron, please. Don't-" Hermione started to plead.

"No! Come on now, it was only a joke!" George blurted before Ron could come closer. But he barely heard him, his eyes already burning with merciless rage.

Ron was now a few feet from George when he pulled back his arm, palm clenched into a balled fist ready to strike. George closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable punch soon to bust his lip, no matter what he says at this point it didn't matter; Ron was eager to hit him anyway. Seconds passed but it never came. After several more, he deemed it safe to open his eyes. So he did.

There was Ron in front of him, exactly as he'd seen him right before shutting his lids in anticipation. But he was frozen. Hermione had her wand pointed at her fiancée and stupefied him.

"I'm sorry Ron," Hermione apologized, caressing his face. "But you wouldn't listen. Maybe you should cool off for a bit." She carefully levitated him over to the bedroom and closed the door. As soon as she did, she pocketed her wand and began hitting George over the head.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!"

George chuckled, easily blocking off her slaps.

"You think this is funny do you? Ron certainly didn't think so." She gave up and rested her hands on her hips, panting hard. He just grinned back haughtily. "Why did you do that? Why did you say you shagged me?" When he made no immediate response she kept on talking. "You knew exactly how he'd react, you prat. Is that why you did it? For laughs?"

He shrugged innocently. "Maybe."

At this she began attacking him again.

"Whoa! Calm down. You know, it's true what they say. Old couples do start to look alike."

Hermione narrowed her eyes to little slits. "Oh shut up."

"Come on, Hermione. You knew exactly what this is."

"I do, do I?"

"Yea. It's revenge."

She scoffed, shaking her head in disagreement and confusion. She obviously had no idea what he was talking about.

"Hey it's only fair. You told my secret so the least I could do is return the favor-"

Hermione cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"George, honestly. I haven't an inkling of what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes as if it was obvious. "Me and Blaise eloping. I know you told Ron." (Author's note: Even tho I usually prefer Blaise as a male in my other stories, I'm making him a her in this one; she's also closer to George's age.)

Hermione stared up at her ceiling and grunted, loud. "You wanker! I never told him anything!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

She trashed her arms wildly, like a beached fish. "Well I don't care if you believe it or not coz I NEVER TOLD ANYONE ABOUT YOUR STUPID LITTLE AFFAIR WITH THAT SLYTHERIN WITCH!" She was screaming now at the top of her lungs.

"Not if you don't keep your voice down!" he hissed back. She, however, was still very angry, the feeling of sickness suddenly washing away to be replaced by annoyance.

He sighed. "Okay fine, let's say you really didn't tell anyone about me eloping," he said hypothetically. "So what's the problem with my little revenge? It's not like you really are pregnant." He laughed then, expecting her to laugh along. But she didn't. In fact, she was biting her lip nervously.

George's face dropped. "Oh god," he croaked, realization dawning on him. "Don't tell me you are."

She looked away. "Okay I won't."

He turned his back on her, decidedly not knowing what to say to this. "Merlin, please don't let it be who I think it is," he pleaded silently to the ceiling.

Hermione groaned. "It is," she said in a quiet voice.

"Anne, who beeped my wand?" Hermione had her hands on her hips, irritated. She was standing in the living room of the Burrow, facing the fireplace as she spoke to her secretary over by floo. "I told you not to buzz me tonight. I said I was busy-"

"It was Mr. Malfoy, ma'am," the secretary informed her, her head floating in a blaze of green fire.

Hermione dropped her arms limply to her side. "MALFOY!" She closed her eyes momentarily to recompose herself. "Malfoy?" she repeated, this time dropping her volume by several notches. "I can't believe you beeped me for him. This is a colossal waste of time. I don't want to talk to-"

Anne's face disappeared only to be replaced by the snotty, slimy, smirking Draco Malfoy himself. Instantly, Hermione's angry expression melted into a cold, hard stare.

"Hello Granger," he greeted casually, mentally noting the impatient stance in which she so obviously displayed.

"Malfoy." Her voice dripped with utter annoyance.

"Fine night, is it not?"

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms gruffly. "Enough with the casualties. What do you want?"

His brow creased in pity. "Tut, tut, Granger. Now that's not very polite."

"Polite? Polite!" She narrowed her eyes vehemently. "You expect me to be polite to you after what you did? You must be really daft."

"Oh please, Granger. You can't tell me you honestly didn't enjoy yourself that night. I was there." He smugly jutted his chin up as if proud.

"I know you were there you git. That's exactly why it was so disgusting." Hermione shuddered as she said this.

"Hmm. That's not what you said last week."

She narrowed her eyes, face flushing at this comment. Completely satisfied at a job well done of humiliating her, he smirked. That same bloody arrogant smirk she'd had to endure for the past decade or so.

Thud, thud.

She paused shortly, silencing herself and the floating Draco head. There were noises. It sounded like they were coming from the bedroom. But no one was at the Burrow right now. The entire Weasley clan was still at the restaurant, except for George of course. But that can't be right. The noises she heard were giggling and…moaning?

"Granger? Granger! Are you listening to me?" Draco demanded, trying to grab her attention.

"Uh, I gotta go Malfoy." She turned away dismissively without giving him much of a chance to say anything else, the green blaze engulfing the Draco head before evaporating completely into thin air.

Hermione whirled around, quietly stalking up the stairs to follow the murmurs of voice. There it was again! Now she was positive she heard two different voices. If George was in there, he wasn't alone. Who knows; maybe his mystery girl was with him. Slowly, she pushed the door open, making as little noise as possible. She meant to be silent. She just meant to see who it was without attracting attention to herself. But what she saw caught her off guard; so surprised she had no chance of holding onto the loud gasp already spilling halfway out her lips.

A hand flew to her mouth as she gaped wide-eyed at George who lay heavily above a topless blonde woman who looked awfully familiar, both stopping in mid-movement long enough for the realization of being caught sink in. Surprise and horror seemed to be running clear across their faces.

Hermione's first instinct was to shut the door and run away. But she couldn't. Her traitorous feet wouldn't allow her to flee. Instead, she continued staring, limbs completely frozen in midair. There was a feeling of recognition about the woman, like she's seen her before. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was Blaise Zabini; the queen bitch of Slytherin House.

It wasn't until George pushed himself off the blonde, while she covered her bare breasts, that Hermione was able to swallow whatever throat-numbing lump had forbade her to form a thought, let alone talk.

When she was free to finally think again, all she could think of was, 'it can't be…George wouldn't…' Her mind clouded with denial.

She squint her eyes disbelievingly and shook her head. "George…?" she squeaked.

He looked at her ruefully though his bangs shaded his eyes slightly, they looked almost black.

"Hermione…" he began, taking a step forward.

This small little act shook her out of her denial, her expression darkening as she faced away from him. "Oh my god," she muttered under her breath, fleeing the room and down the stairs.

George shot Blaise an apologetic look before he chased after Hermione. "Hermione!" he called. He needed to explain. He needed to make sure she won't go telling anyone.

He ran down the stairs and just as he reached the bottom landing, he found her pacing the living room worriedly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. George gulped, reducing his pace to slow motion-like movements.

"Hermione," he cautiously stepped forward. "I know what it looks like. Just…let me explain."

She suddenly whipped her head to face him, making him jump slightly. "Blaise? That's your mystery woman?" Hermione's eyes were wide with shock.

George sighed; he decided to try again. "Now Hermione," he soothed evenly, reaching out his hands. "Try and calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down!" She backed away far enough out of his reach. "She's the daughter of a Death Eater for Christ's sake! You remember what Death Eaters do, don't you?"

"I-"

"They despise people like me," she answered for him. "Not to mention kill millions of innocent beings."

"It's not what you think."

"Not what I think! Well then, why don't I tell you what I think. I think that she'll kill you in your sleep when she gets the chance." She suddenly gasped. "She's using you. She's using you to get to Harry."

"She's not like that. She's nothing like her father."

"Ha! You say that now but-"

"Hermione, we're married."

That seemed to shut her up. She stood there speechless, like all common sense floated out and hovered above her body before abandoning her completely, staring stupidly right through George. "What"

"I married her. We eloped," he repeated, talking like it was nothing. He lazily ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Right now, it looked a lot like Harry's, only longer and ginger. "Really, it's not a big deal."

"Yes it is a big deal!" she retorted, finding her voice again. "Arthur, Molly, your whole family… they're not going to take this lightly. I mean, look what happened to Percy and he did something far less serious than eloping with a Slytherin princess. And they disowned him!"

She laughed hollowly, hysterically. George must've thought she was finally losing her mind. "They're going to kill you. Arthur most of all."

"No they won't. Coz they don't have to find out."

Hermione stared, agape. "What do you think of me George Weasley? You think I'm just going stand here and allow this…this madness to go on unnoticed?"

He smiled innocently. "I always liked you Hermione, you know that. Always thought of you like a sister. So I'd really hate to have to take you down with me."

She recoiled, hands on hips. "What are you talking about?"

"I know about your sorted little affair."

She narrowed her eyes, jaw clenching under the heat of interrogation. "I- I'm not having an af-affair," she stuttered subconsciously. Though she denied it as much as possible, she couldn't stop herself from blurting out afterwards. "IT WASN'T AN AFFAIR; IT WAS ONLY ONE NIGHT FOR GOODNESS SAKE!"

Knowing she just gave herself away, she dropped her head in her hands and mentally kicked herself. "How did you know?" she muffled through her fingers.

"The Burrow has thin walls. You really ought to be careful who you talk to on the floo network."

"Does anyone else know?"

He shook his head though he knew she didn't see it. "No, I don't think so. Fred would've told me."

A thought hit her. "Does Fred know about you and…"

He shook his head. "No."

Hermione sighed and finally lifted her head. "So, what now? You're going to bribe me to keep me quiet?"

He shrugged. "Do I need to?"

Hermione gritted her teeth. This was going against everything she believed in. But what other choice did she have. She'd be a hypocrite to stick by them now. And besides, Ron would be furious if George leaked out that she'd lost her virginity to another man. It was simply unforgivable.

She threw her hands in defeat. "Fine. It's a deal. You don't say anything about me and I won't tell anyone about your slag. It's our little secret."

Both sighed in relief, sealing their promise with a hand shake.

"So," George began, turning back around to face her once more. "How are you going to tell Ron you're carrying another man's baby?"

She sighed, devastated. "I have no idea."

He let out a small chuckle. "Wow. He went mad just thinking I slept with you. I don't think he'd handle this any better. I mean, his fiancée, the love of his life, confessing she lost her virginity to none other than Draco Malfoy…"

"I know," she stared at George dismally for a long time.

Both of them were quiet, barely even looking at each other. Finally, George broke the silence.

"You know Ron's still petrified in the bedroom, right?"

She took a while to respond. "Yea I know."

Another silence.

Finally Hermione took in a long breath and strode towards the bedroom door.

"Good luck," George called to her back as she slipped inside.

Her jaw was frozen tight upon seeing Ron, still as she had left him, animosity burning bright in those blue eyes. She paused a minute, thinking and rethinking what she was going to say.

"We need to talk."


I hope this was to your liking. And I pray you not throw rocks at me for who the father is. Still not sure if George is the daddy or not? Read it again love. Hopefully the way I played George in the story isn't too gay or confusing. He was actually the original candidate as the father but I had a change of heart. And its not easy coming up with new excuses to link all these guys to Hermione without making her sound like your run-of-the-mill whore of the wizarding world. Anyway, just so we're clear, she never slept with anyone else, k?

And to those reading my other story, sorry i havent updated in ages. i will i promise in the name of the sun god apollo that i will concentrate all my will power into writing that chapter. I just got major writer's block so everyone'll just havta be patient. Unless you haven't read that other story, then you can just ignore my babbling. Anywho, happy days to you.