Hermione is now 18 weeks. Just so you know. And aren't confused. Even though I tell you, in the first paragraph.

So you all know, this is officially my longest chapter. Usually my chapters are about 4 pages on Microsoft Word. This one is almost 8! Plus it's the longest word count for one of my chapters.

Disclaimer: So you all know JK just gave me Harry Potter. So I now own it! Wait… hold on… yeah I just checked again, and that previous statement was a lie. I still don't own it.

Now on to the chapter!

Chapter 11: Kicks and George

Hermione sat in her living room in her favorite chair with a book open on her lap. It was Saturday and she had the day off from work. The book she was reading wasn't Hogwarts: A History, nor was it anything having to do with dragons. She had started reading more about dragons since moving to Romania and became the Ambassador of Dragon Relations. This book was a name book. A book filled with possible names to name your baby. Being eighteen weeks along, Hermione was starting to think of possible names for her baby.

She was just about to start the 'c' names, when there was a knock at the door. Hermione smiled as she saw Charlie walk into the small living room after letting himself in.

"Jill told me to remind you that you have an appointment with her in ten minutes." Charlie spoke as he sat down on the couch across from the woman. "She also said to not let you skip this one. Has Head Girl Granger been skipping her Healer's appointments?" He questioned with a smirk.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I couldn't really help it. The office was a disaster. I can see why not many people have survived that position. Everything was a mess!" She exclaimed.

Charlie chuckled, "Alright then." He then got up from the couch, walked over to Hermione and held out his had to help her up. "Shall we go?"

"We?" Hermione questioned as she accepted Charlie's help to get out of the seat. With her belly expanding it was getting increasingly difficult to do some of the simplest things, like getting out of a chair.

"You didn't think I would let you go to your doctor's appointment alone? I did say I wanted to help you." He paused, "But, if you don't want me there just say so."

Hermione could feel the tears well up in her eyes. She cursed her pregnancy hormones. "I would like that very much, Charlie."

The two left Hermione's house and made their way to the small clinic. Hermione couldn't help but think of her past month in Romania. She was getting used to her new job and learning more about dragons.

Then there was Charlie. She had also been learning a lot about Charlie. How he liked his tea- black with just a touch of honey-, that he can't eat much dairy- due to him being lactose intolerant-, and his favorite breed of dragons- the Peruvian Vipertooth. These weren't the only things she has learned, and sometimes they weren't the most important. But it's the small things that count, right?

Hermione and Charlie have seen each other almost every day since her arrival in Romania. Part of her wondered if it was wrong to be doing this, getting close to her dead boyfriend's brother. But another part of her rationalized that she was getting close to him so her child could know some of its father's family.

Too soon they arrived at the clinic and Hermione found herself sitting on the white cot again. Only this time she had Charlie by her side. And again she couldn't help but feel she had the wrong Weasley next to her.

"Hello Hermione," Jill greeted, "Charlie, I wasn't expecting you here." She said somewhat surprised.

"I just came to support Hermione." Charlie replied.

"Very well then." Jill replied before turning back to Hermione, "I suppose we should get started."

Jill went to work waving her wand over Hermione's abdomen, just like the time before. This left Hermione to her thoughts. She couldn't help but think more about Charlie.

It seemed like only a few seconds, when really it was minutes, and Jill broke Hermione's concentration. "Hermione, would you like to see your baby?"

Nodding in response, Hermione stared at the spot above her abdomen, knowing what was to come next. She didn't have to wait long before a picture popped up above her stomach. Hermione couldn't believe how much her child had grown. She knew it was growing, since she had to buy bigger pants just last week, but now she got to see it.

Jill handed over Hermione a moving picture of her baby. "Everything looks great with the baby, it's progressing wonderfully. I want to see you in two weeks. Don't skip the appointment. Now, one last thing before we are done. Do you want to know the sex of your baby?"

Hermione stayed silent trying to figure out the answer to the question. On one had she could find out and be able to color coordinate things. On the other hand she could wait and find out at the birth. "No." She said while shaking her head. "I would rather be surprised." She also thought this would be the choice Fred would want. He always wanted to be surprised, and this would be no different.

"Alright then, I will see you in two weeks." Jill said before walking away, and leaving Charlie and Hermione alone once again.

Hermione turned to Charlie who hadn't said a word since before the exam. "You're unusually quiet." She commented.

"Sorry, it's just… There is a baby, and it's growing inside you. And it has fingers and toes, and it moves." Charlie said in awe. Almost as if this was a new discovery to mankind.

Laughing, Hermione couldn't believe Charlie's reaction. "It's nice of you to notice. Now help me off this bed."

-.-

The pair ended up at Charlie's house later that day. He had offered to cook her supper. This was a weekly occurrence; one of them would go to the other's house. They would cook for each other, and just spend time together.

Once they were done with their meal, Hermione found herself curled up on the couch with Charlie. They were quietly talking.

"You should have seen Ron's face when Harry and I burst into the infirmary. He was so jealous." She explained, reminiscing about her third year and taking the time turner to free Sirius and Buckbeak.

The two sat on the couch in silence. Charlie opened his mouth to say something when Hermione gasped.

"What is it? Are you in pain?" Charlie asked worried.

Shaking her head, Hermione could feel the tears building in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her baby bump. "Feel this."

Charlie could feel a strange movement behind his hand. "Is that… the baby?" He wondered.

Hermione nodded, "I've been feeling it move for a while, but now it's kicking."

Smiling, Charlie wrapped his arm around Hermione. They sat in silence a little while more, until Charlie started telling some of his favorite Hogwarts stories.

"And then I caught the snitch and that led Gryffindor to win the house cup." Charlie said thinking about his final year at Hogwarts.

He looked down and saw Hermione had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shoulder. Smirking, he gently got off the couch, making sure he didn't disturb her too much, and picked her up. Walking into his bedroom, he laid the sleeping witch on his bed. Charlie made sure the covers were placed over her so she would stay warm. He also moved her so she looked comfortable.

Standing at the door way, Charlie gave the woman one last look before walking back to the living room. He made sure to leave the door open, in case there was even a slight chance she would need him in the night. After stripping down to just his boxers, he curled up on the couch, and fell asleep quickly.

-.-

Charlie was awoken a few hours later to screaming. It sounded as though someone was being tortured. Not just someone, but Hermione. Springing up from the couch, Charlie grabbed his wand and ran into his room.

He found Hermione, still asleep, but letting out blood curdling screams. She was thrashing about in his bed.

"Hermione!" He said, while shaking her. "Hermione, wake up. It's a dream!"

Hermione woke with a start. She looked around the strange room, only to have her eyes landing on Charlie. Remembering the dream, or rather nightmare, she was having, Hermione broke down into tears.

"I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to fall asleep, and then wake you up." She spoke through the tears.

Sitting on the bed, Charlie placed his hand over hers. "Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned.

"I was back at Malfoy Manor with Bellatrix." She stuttered out breaking down into more tears. She didn't have to say anything more; Charlie had heard the stories about Hermione's torture with Bellatrix.

He pulled her into a hug, and let her cry into his bare shoulder. After a while, he felt her body calm down and noticed she was asleep. Releasing her from his arms, Charlie started to move off the bed.

"Don't leave." He heard the young woman mutter. Charlie could also feel her grab onto his wrist. Sighing, Charlie laid down next to Hermione. He smiled when he felt her burry her head into his chest, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

-.-

"Charlie!"

Charlie awoke to screaming again. Only this time, it was his name being hollered. He reluctantly un-wrapped his arms from Hermione. Looking down, he wondered how they had ended up so close during the night. He made his way down the hall, and tried to find the source of the yelling. Charlie didn't have to walk far before he ran into the culprit.

"George?" He asked unsure.

"How you been big brother?" George asked with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" Charlie countered. Knowing his brother always had ulterior motives.

"I am hurt! Is that how you choose to greet your favorite brother?" George asked while clutching his heart in fake pain.

Now smiling, Charlie led George into the kitchen, "So Bill's here?"

The two brothers started laughing. Charlie calmed down enough so he could put the kettle on for some tea. Knowing he would need some to wake up.

"Why are you here, George?" Charlie asked again. "I know it's not just for a visit. Don't forget, I have known you for your whole life." He said with a grin.

"I screwed up, Charlie." George replied now becoming serious.

"It can't be that bad." Charlie tried to reassure him while placing a mug of tea in front of his brother. "I know you. And I know you have screwed up before in your life. If I remember correctly, you didn't finish school, and mum still let you live." He said trying to lighten the mood.

George wrapped his hands around the cup and stared into the dark liquid. "It's about Angelina Johnson."

This, Charlie wasn't expecting. "Fred's ex-girlfriend from Hogwarts?" He asked.

"Yeah. Her and I, er, we started to have dinner with each other after Fred's death." George tried to explain, "She was having a hard time with it too. The dinners started out as just the two of us supporting each other while grieving, or reminiscing about school and Fred and my pranks. They quickly grew into more and now- now I'm going to be a dad." George finished quietly.

Charlie sat in silence. "It's not that uncommon. People become parents without being married." He said thinking of the pregnant woman who was currently in his bed room.

"That's not it. I broke the code!" George yelled.

Looking at his brother questioningly, Charlie was unsure of what code he was talking about. "The code?" Maybe he had been in Romania a little too long.

George sighed, "The 'Bro Code.'"

Looking at his brother, Charlie had a hard time not laughing at the ridiculously sounding name. "What the hell is 'The Bro Code?'"

"I think it's an American thing. It's a code that has a few guidelines for male friends, or 'bros,' and it's unacceptable to sleep with another friend's ex. Even more so an actual brother's ex." George said rubbing his face with his palms.

Charlie sighed, and hoped to show George that this 'Bro Code' was nothing to worry about. "George, do you love Angelina?"

Taking his face out of his hands, George looked up at his older brother. "Yes." He answered quietly.

"Are you happy with her?" Charlie questioned.

"Yes." George said with a nod.

Shrugging, Charlie looked into his younger brother's eyes. "I don't see what the problem is."

"She dated Fred! Our dead brother. She is off limits." George said with his voice getting steadily louder.

Charlie let out a deep breath. "Fred moved on from her. If he was here, I don't think he would care. And honestly you have someone else to think about. You have your child."

George was just about to say something more, when the two men heard another voice from the door way.

"Charlie?"

Turning around, George found Hermione Granger standing in his brother's kitchen. The Hermione Granger who had left England a month ago, and hadn't been heard from since.

"Hermione!" He yelled while jumping up and pulling her into his arms. While hugging the witch, George pulled away when he felt the roundness of her stomach. He silently looked between Charlie and her. Charlie was standing in the kitchen only wearing boxers. Hermione had came from the part of the house where Charlie's bedroom was located. Her hair was a mess, well messier than normal. His gaze landed on his older brother. "I can't believe you. I come here, talking about how guilty I feel about what I did to Fred and you did the exact same thing! Only you didn't have the decency to wait until he was dead."

"George? What are you talking about?" Hermione questioned.

"Look at you! You're pregnant!" He said, feeling the heat creep up his neck, knowing the other two would be able to tell he was getting angry.

"Oh, is that why my stomach has been expanding the past few months and I can feel something moving?" She shot back.

"You're pregnant. And I can tell it didn't happen in the last few weeks." He said not calming down. "You are walking out of Charlie's bedroom with your hair a mess. I can tell exactly what's going here, and I'm leaving." George added before trying to make his way to the living room.

"George! Get back here! George Fabian Weasley, you get your arse back here this minute! I can tell what you think, and I want to tell you that you are wrong! The baby isn't Charlie's! It's Fred's! I loved Fred." Hermione slid down the wall she had been leaning on, with her head in her hands, and tears pouring out of her eyes. She sat like that for a few minutes until she heard foots steps come back into the kitchen.

She felt an arm around her shoulders. Looking up she saw the arm belonged to George. She tried to smile, but figured it came out a grimace instead.

"Charlie told me the story. Probably not the whole story, but most of what I needed to know. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. I know you loved Fred." George said trying to make the young witch feel better.

Hermione nodded into his shoulder. She was glad he was taking the truth better then the lies he was forming in his head.

"So, you went to Romania." George stated.

Looking up at him, Hermione nodded. "Yeah, and don't tell anyone I'm here. I just needed to get away from England for a while. Let me deal with it when I want to." She pleaded.

Reluctantly, George nodded, "Of course. It's not my place to tell. But you should know, everyone has been going crazy since you left. Especially Mum. They are all worried about you."

Now Hermione felt guilty, she never wanted anyone to worry about her. She decided that she would send a letter, just to let everyone know she was okay. It was something she should have done long before now.

They heard the door open then slam shut.

"Bloody hell! Who is it now?" Charlie questioned.

"Hey Charlie? You got any grub? I'm starving after a night like that. You sure did miss out!" Hermione heard Liam yell. She couldn't help but giggle.

Charlie groaned as Liam entered the kitchen. "Merlin's saggy left nut, Liam! You are lucky I wasn't still sleeping."

"Hello there, Miss Hermione. I see you have some company. And what are you doing at our friend Charlie's house this early in the morning?" Liam questioned upon seeing Hermione and George on the kitchen floor.

"Shut it, Liam." Hermione said while composing herself and trying to stand up. Charlie rushed over and helped her up, but not without the other two male's noticing it.

"Liam, this is one of my younger brothers, George. This is Liam, my best mate." Charlie said to introduce them.

George just nodded, almost as if he was still thinking about everything that had happened that morning. "Well, I best be going. I have to get back to Angelina and the shop. It was nice to meet you, Liam." He said before giving Hermione one last hug, and going into the living room.

The three remaining wizards heard the floo start up, and knew he was gone.

"So 'mates', what are we doing today?" Liam asked, causing the other two to laugh at his use of British slang.

So… that was chapter 11.

I don't own 'The Bro Code,' I'm not sure who owns it. But I am going to say it's owned by Barney Stintson.

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