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Hello, My Name Is Fatherhood

Chapter Six: Y

Everything was moving too fast, it seemed. A week after having reunited with her ex-boyfriend (and father of her children), Hermione had found herself inviting him to him move in and then, a few hours later, they were suddenly engaged.

Her initial worry that they no longer had any type of connection dissipated the moment he kissed her, and, as a familiar tingling warmed her body, she realized that things were picking up right where they left off, nine years ago; it was the natural progression of their relationship, happening just a little bit late.

The night he moved in, he sat with Hermione, Anna and Isabel in the middle of the living room and they ate candy (most of which was sugar free).

"Too much sugar can rot your teeth," said Anna.

"And I quite like my teeth," said Isabel.

That Friday, Anna and Isabel spent the night at Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's, while Hermione and Fred went out on a date.

"We're working on another set of twins, right?" said Fred cheekily, as Hermione pushed him towards the bedroom, her hands on his chest.

Two weeks later, the wedding plans had commenced and Mrs. Weasley was naturally at on the forefront.

"We'll have to have it here, of course," she said, taking a moment to look at Hermione sitting at the kitchen table, making a list of what needed to be done. Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley's arms were around Hermione and she was saying, "I'm glad you're back, dear. We've all missed you so much. I know something happened between you and Fred, and I want you to know that no one is judging you."

Hermione returned the hug. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, call me Mum," she said. "You were always like a daughter to me, Hermione."

The next day she met Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna for lunch at The Leaky Cauldron. They talked and joked and laughed, asked how the family was doing–Luna, how's the baby doing?–How are the wedding plans coming along, Hermione?–The twins with Fred? Yes, yes they are. Your children?–At the Burrow.

"So, I know how you and Harry got together," said Hermione, motioning towards Ginny. She turned to Ron and Luna "But what about you two?"

Ron shrugged and looked down at his plate. "It just kind of happened," he mumbled.

"It was the first Christmas after you left," said Luna, straightening her posture, her eyes sparkling with the memory. "We got stuck underneath the mistletoe and George had charmed it so that we couldn't move until we kissed, which was kind of surprising because that's the sort of thing that Fred would do, but it was after you left, and he didn't really do those things after you left. I was afraid of the nargles, so I kissed him quickly and then jumped back–so don't worry, we weren't attacked by any nargles, but Ron did act a little strangely and I was worried that maybe a wrackspurt had gotten to him."

By this point, Ron's ears were red and he seemed rather interested in his pumpkin juice. Nevertheless, Hermione could spot a small smile playing on his lips. Luna started to continued.

"So, then he–"

Ron coughed, interrupting his wife. "She doesn't need to know the whole thing," he said. "'Sides, your doctor's appointment is in ten minutes, and we should probably leave . . . ."

Ron helped Luna stand, and they said their goodbys. It was after they left, when Harry noticed Hermione's brow was furrowed in thought.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She pursed her lips together. "Luna said that Fred was the one most likely to charm the mistletoe, but that he didn't, because he didn't 'do those things' after I left."

"After you left, he . . . ." began Harry, looking nervously at his wife.

"He stopped joking for a long time," said Ginny. "He stopped dating too. I don't think he's been with anyone since you. Maybe a date here or there, but it never lasted long. It was only a couple years ago that he started to cheer up . . . ." Noticing Hermione's guilty look, she added, "I don't want you to feel bad, but . . . you did completely shut us out. We didn't know where you went, and for a long time, we were sure you would come back . . . but you didn't."

"Yeah, I thought you just needed some time away from Fred or something, but . . . why did you stop writing to us?" said Harry.

Hermione sighed. "It just seemed so easy then. I was only going to leave for a few weeks. And then a few weeks turned into a month and after a month, I . . . I guess I was afraid, which is ridiculous." She laughed bitterly. "It just became easier to not tell anyone. I didn't want Fred to know and I didn't want to put you guys in that position, between me and Fred. The girls are my life and I couldn't keep pretending like they didn't exist . . . ."

Harry nodded understandingly. "It's ok," he said. "I get it."

Ginny smiled lopsidedly and gave her friend a hug. "It's like you never left," she said.

On the day of the wedding, Fred found himself standing in front of a mirror, a cold ball of nerves rolling around in his stomach. He swallowed.

"Ready?" asked George, coming up behind him. He rested him arm on Fred's shoulder. "You look nervous."

"Really? I thought I was hiding it rather well."

"You love her, she loves you," he said tiredly. "You want this. So what's wrong?"

Fred shrugged, causing George's arm to be dislodged from its resting place. "I just . . ."

George sighed. He knew what Fred was thinking: what if he screwed it up again? What if, now that she was back, the maturity he had gained in her absence disappeared? What if he wasn't what she thought he was?

It all sounded too cliche to them and neither twin wanted to say those thoughts out loud. So George just shrugged and said, "I'll keep an extra bed in the flat Angela and I will be sharing after we get married."

"You've been saying your going to marry her for five years."

"Yeah, but this time I'm going to actually ask her."

Weddings, to Fred, were painfully long and excruciatingly boring ,and he found himself passing the time by starring at Hermione's lips, waiting for the right words.

Blah, blah, blah . . . "Do you, Frederick Weasley . . . ."

Yes, yes, yes, of course I do. Get on with it all ready.

"You may kiss the bride."

Ah, there it was! His cue. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, as the guests began to clap. He held her tight and kissed her a few seconds longer than what was considered appropriate, and after they turned around and smiled and gave a little wave to the guests, he kissed her again.

The reception was outside. Tents had been placed around the backyard, sheltering the various tables and chairs from the sunlight. The guests made their way towards them, ready to eat, and possibly to get a bit tipsy as well.

The celebration began, and Hermione and Fred found themselves sitting next to each other, their hands entwined, and their children sitting on either side of them. Suddenly, there was a flash and their attention was directed towards Ginny, holding a camera. She smiled, and they smiled, and Fred knew that picture was going to framed and placed on the mantelpiece.

Right between the picture of Charlie's family and the picture of Ron's family, would be Fred's family.

That is, until George finally got married.

The end.