A/N Sorry it's taken me so long to update. My boyfriend stole my computer!
"I can't believe you're making me do this." Hermione complained as she twisted her body and swung her legs out of the car. Standing in front of her George held out his hands and pulled her to her feet.
"You know I have no choice. Merlin, if I did have a choice we'd never leave the house. The twins would be born in the bath."
"The mediwitch said bedrest."
"There are plenty of beds at the Burrow."
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Hermione scowled.
They both knew this was a bad idea but Molly had insisted they come round for lunch. George had tried to explain that Hermione was in no fit state to be leaving her bed never mind the house, but Molly somehow convinced him that she would have more knowledge of exactly what Hermione needed right now, and he couldn't really argue with that. If anyone knew about childbirth it was his mother.
"Did you warn them to be on their best behaviour?" George chuckled, partly because of nerves and partly because he thought it was plain mad to shout at unborn children even though it had saved him from dying from dancing.
"If they have any sense at all they'll know not to misbehave at their Granny's house. Then again, they do have you for a father..."
At this George crossed his arms and pretended to huff. He was just about to burst into dramatic tears when his mother swung open the front door, her arms wide and ready to hug him. After pulling him in tight, and reaching up to wipe an invisible mark from his cheek, she turned to her daughter-in-law.
For once she didn't treat her to a hug as her stomach had become so swollen that even George's long arms struggled to surround her. Instead she took her by the arm, patting it gently as she led her into the kitchen.
"Let me get a good look at you." Molly peered into Hermione's face. "You look tired. How are you feeling?"
"I am most definitely tired, but other than that I'm okay." Hermione smiled gently.
"I'm bloody knackered." George exclaimed which resulted in a stern look from his mother.
"And how are my grandchildren?" Molly continued.
"Up to no good mum." George said as he sat down at the kitchen table and reached out for a sandwich.
"I think we know who that comes from." Molly winked at Hermione before walking over to the stove and spooning out three bowls of soup.
"Where is everyone mum?"
"Well let's see. Your father is at work, Ron is playing quidditch with Harry and Ginny, and everyone else is at home because I only invited you two for lunch."
"Oh..." George took Hermione's hand as he saw the perplexed look on her face.
"Don't worry, it's nothing scary I just thought you wouldn't want to discuss baby stuff in front of everyone else. I thought you might be in need of some things to help you get through the next few days."
"What things mum?"
"Well first of all there's this potion." She said as she handed him a dark brown bottle. "It'll help you both sleep more soundly, and feel rejuvenated afterwards."
"And it's not bad for the babies?" Hermione asked, eyes wide. She'd love a good night's sleep.
"It won't harm the twins. And if you do happen to go into labour after you've taken it you won't sleep through it. Trust me."
"It sounds amazing mum."
"Just take one spoonful before you go to bed. Secondly, Hermione I'd like you to have this."
Molly pulled a long chain out of her pocket with a small clock face that was surrounded by delicate golden petals.
It's charmed to keep you safe. I know you've been through a lot and I'm sure there are horrors that still keep you up at night."
"It's lovely Molly, and you're right I do still worry." Hermione sniffed.
"I know dear, but we're all looking out for you. You've been a Weasley long before you ever married George and we love you."
There was a moment of silence as Hermione cradled the gift in her hands. It was a small gift in size but it meant the world to her. She had George to make her feel safe, but was always wary when he wasn't around. A little bit of security was priceless to her.
"Oh and look, it also tells the time." George said to lighten the mood.
Hermione giggled and dabbed away the tears on a napkin. "Ah yes, but can you?"
"Why of course. I am a gen-i-us." George said seriously before breaking out into a huge grin as he looked at his wife.
Molly clasped her hands together with delight when she noticed the hand of her youngest son switch to "home", followed swiftly by Ginny's hand. And then Fred's. And then Percy's. And then Charlie's. And then Bill's.
By this point Molly was in a form of delirious shock. All her babies home under one roof within a minute, and without her even inviting them.
"What's going on mum?" George asked as he saw his brothers and sister all storming up the back garden, pushing each other and yelling, their faces red and angry.
"I have no idea, but it doesn't look good."
"Mum..." A chorus of whines came as they the door was opened and everyone entered the kitchen.
"What seems to the be the problem here then?" Arthur asked as he followed them in.
"It wasn't me mum." Ron said quickly before everyone else jumped in to defend themselves.
"Did what exactly?" Molly asked.
"What do you mean mum? Didn't you send this?" Bill asked as he handed her a letter.
Come home this instant or the next letter is going to be a howler.
Mum.
Looking at Molly's puzzled face Fred said, "Actually, knowing you mum you'd just skip to the howler."
"Then who sent the letters?" Ginny asked.
Everyone looked around to find the guilty party.
"Well it had to have been somebody." Arthur said as he sat down at the table.
"Now I am going to get mad." Molly said, folding her arms across her chest, "Whoever did this better speak up now otherwise there will be more trouble than howlers."
At that exact moment Hermione clutched her stomach as the twins both kicked hard.
"I'm waiting." Molly said, tapping her foot impatiently.
Another few twinges and Hermione caught George's attention.
"What it is? Are you okay?" George whispered.
"It was them." Hermione replied quietly, still clutching her stomach.
"What?"
"The twins have been kicking in reply to Molly."
"You mean... you've got to be kidding me. How on earth did they do that?"
"I don't know, but you better own up for them because their kicking is really starting to hurt."
"Mum." George said trying to stop his mum mid rant. "MUM!"
"Was it you George?" Molly turned and gave her son a frightening look.
"Erm no... it was err it was the twins." He said gesturing to Hermione.
"George! That's a horrible thing to do. You can't blame your unborn children!"
"It really was the twins Molly. They've been kicking like mad ever since you asked someone to own up. They've been acting up all week."
"Bloody hell." Ron said.
"Ronald!" Molly scolded her son, before turning to Hermione. "This really isn't good. Is there anything we can do?"
"I think it's best if we just stay away until the twins are born." George said. "Thanks for lunch mum."
"Thank you for the gifts." Hermione whispered to Molly as she walked them to the door.
"Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Get them off! Get them off!" Ron screeched.
"What it is it now?" Molly asked as she rushed back into the kitchen.
"Spiders... spiders..." Ron cried as he pointed to the 10 or so hand sized spiders that had crawled down his body and were now creeping out of the house. "Why is it always spiders?"
Outside the Burrow George was helping Hermione into the car as he heard his brother yelling. He couldn't help but grin to himself.
"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked with a tone of concern.
"I was just thinking that maybe we should invite Ron over this week. Only nine more days to blame things on the twins..."
"You really are bad George Weasley."
"It'll just be a little bit of fun." He said as he kissed her on the forehead.