Why does no one want to beta? Help me out! But if not, just read, review, etc. and please forgive Hermione what what she's about to do.

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Emily.

"I'm sure that she told me she was coming tonight," Molly frowned, placing the vegetables she'd made onto the table and swatting away Ron's hand as it reached to grab a piece.

"Mum if she's not coming, why do we have to wait for her?" George said anxiously, hoping he'd gotten away with avoiding her and Fred as much as possible, staying late in the shop on Saturday.

"How would you feel if we all started without you?" Charlie asked, frowning at his usually chivalrous - if not a little mischievous - brother as he bit his nails.

"I'd be fine with it if I was this late," Ron grumbled, staring longingly at the chicken pie that was losing steam quickly.

"Shut up Ron," Ginny rolled her eyes, "I'm sure she'll be here soon and you can stuff your face all you like."

"Much to the displeasure of everyone else," Bill laughed, ignoring the glare coming from his baby brother, "Seriously you eat like there's no food left in the world."

"I thought I was Sirius!" the man added, making everyone groan. Ron's retaliation was interrupted however when a loud pop was accompanied by a giggle.

"I love that feeling," the floaty voice of their friend said as she appeared behind Arthur, "Hello everyone."

"Oh Luna dear, I didn't know you were coming!" Molly cried throwing the gravy pot carelessly on the table and rushing over to her.

"Mum!" Fred shouted, as he scorgified his scorching trousers now covered in gravy, "Calm down!"

"Sorry, I just haven't seen our little Luna in such a long time."

"I wasn't planning on it, but Hermione was heading over when I went to her's and I decided to tag along."

"Hermione! Have you seen her? She said she was coming but she hasn't turned up yet and she's never usually late," Molly fretted, pulling the young girl into her arms.

"Hermione's just coming across now Molly," Luna told her, giving her a hug, "She can't apparate at the moment, so she'll be in the fireplace in a minute."

"Oh lovely," she smiled, turning back to her preparations.

"Why is it she can't apparate?" Sirius asked worriedly, "Is she hurt?"

"No, no," Luna said breezily, ignoring the worried faces of their friends, "She's just been upset today, that's all, and we don't want to risk her splinching. It's important to her that you don't mention anything about her appearance - not even a compliment. Oh and Molly, no offence, but when we have dinner I'm going to have to say something quite mean about your pie."

"Whatever for, dear?"

"She's been feeling a little sensitive about her cooking lately," Luna said, looking over to Ginny meaningly. Deciding she wanted George to feel a little guilty too she added, "She's just been so stressed. She's been really worried about something."

Ah, there's the look she'd been wanting. George's eyes were downcast and he was wringing his hands nervously.

"She's okay, though?" Harry asked, knowing something had definitely been up his best friend and eager to find out.

"She's mostly fine now," Luna sighed, "Just don't say anything to her please."

There was a lull in conversation before everyone went back to what they'd been talking about before Luna had come in. There were lots of people there that Sunday: Sirius and Remus had come along with Teddy, Harry and Ginny were there sitting next to each other, Ron was back from his honeymoon with Lavender, the twins were laughing with Charlie and, as always, Fleur was berating Bill as he bounced Teddy on his lap - Luna had a feeling that their marriage wouldn't be lasting for long.

The large fireplace glowed green as a smiling but slightly red-eyed Hermione stepped out with a large dish. Just a look at George had a few tears welling up in Hermione's eyes but she quickly shuffled into the kitchen and placed down the cake, blinking back her fear.

'He won't make a scene here,' she soothed herself, 'And Luna said she was sure I didn't look fat.'

"Hermione!" Molly smiled, wrapping her arms around the girl.

"Lovely to see you Molly," she giggled, happy to be in her surrogate mother's warm embrace, "How are you?"

"I'm wonderful, we're all wonderful," she sighed, letting go as looking behind her at Hermione's tray, "What's that you've brought with dear?"

"It's treacle sponge, my Grandma's recipe," she paused awkwardly, "I didn't want to come empty handed."

"How thoughtful. Come, come, sit yourself down," she said, ushering her into a seat, "Everyone's so happy to see you."

"Mione," Harry smiled squeezing her hand across the table, "I haven't seen you in forever."

"Sorry Harry, I've been terribly busy at work."

"No worries, Mione," Sirius chuckled, "We all know you're the only thing keeping that place upright."

"Oh Sirius you mustn't be so kind, I truly don't deserve it."

"Nonsense," Arthur said softly, "You are amazing Hermione."

"Right, well I shouldn't hold up dinner," she said, looking over to Molly.

"You already have," Ron grumbled, earning a slap on the thigh from Lavender, "Alright, sorry."

"What are we having, Mum?" Fred asked. Hermione looked up at his voice, unconsciously touching her stomach and biting her lip before she felt a hand on her own under the table. She turned to Luna and smiled sadly.

"Chicken Pie," Molly beamed, opening the lid of a ceramic pot.

Suddenly, Hermione was hit with the most horrible urge to vomit. She tried to hold it down as everyone talked and complimented the horrific smelling meal, but when a plate of it was passed across her to Charlie, she had no choice but to run to the bathroom and empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

"Hermione?" she ignored the cries from her friends as she retched and dry heaved, having nothing left to purge.

'I don't understand,' she thought, 'I love chicken.'

"Dear are you alright?"

She knew it was Molly behind her but she didn't have the energy to lift her head up. After a second, she slumped, sitting with her back to the tiled wall of the bathroom.

Running a quick diagnostic spell, Molly frowned as the green hue of the spell shone back, telling her Hermione was perfectly fine.

"I really don't know what's wrong, Molly," Hermione said, clutching her stomach, "I just saw all that chicken and suddenly I couldn't keep anything down. Eugh, just the thought of it makes me ill."

"Neither do I, dear. You're completely healthy according to my charm," she sighed, completely confused, "It's always worked for the boys…"

"Which one do you use? Otromas or Rumans?" she asked, the healer in her peaking out.

Deciding a little bit of time to calm down might help Hermione with feeling so ill, Molly started telling her a story, "My mother used to be friends with Dilys Derwent who worked as a healer a long time ago - quite a bit before those healers you're talking about. When my mum got pregnant with my older brothers, they were twins just like my Fred and George, she had absolutely no idea how to handle the pregnancy. Now you've met Muriel, haven't you?"

Hermione nodded, standing and sliding up on the counter.

"Well, my grandmother was just like her sister - wasn't very touchy-feely and that left my mother in a very uncomfortable position with her first children."

"How so?"

"Well, grandma didn't know how to help mum with what she needed to know. So anyway, Dilys was on her way to see my mother - and at the time she lived here in Ottery St. Catchpole with a big winding path - when she saw her sitting in a puddle in tears. She had absolutely no idea what mum was doing, so she went over to her but she couldn't even speak she was blubbering that much."

Hermione chuckled at the thought of a stern Mrs Prewett soaked in rainwater, her arse soaked, "So what did she do?"

"Well, it turned out that my mum was upset because she had been getting the most horrible urge to vomit every time she saw my dad. And you see, because of all the hormones from the pregnancy, she had run out of the house and started crying so hard that she fell over. Apparently she was crying so hard she couldn't get up."

"So why was she being sick?" Hermione asked, curious about what'd happened.

"Well, first she used this diagnostic spell to see why she was feeling sick - turns out that the only thing this spell can't detect is morning sickness and-"

"Morning sickness?" Hermione whispered quietly, biting her lip.

"You know, when women get ill in the first few months of the pregnancy. It can get set off by anything, even your husband! When I was pregnant with Fred and George I couldn't go near…"

"Near what?"

"C-chicken," Molly mumbled, bringing a shaking hand to her mouth.

"Molly…" Hermione said hoarsely, urging her to sit on the edge of the bed next-door to the bathroom, "I can explain, really-"

"You aren't, are you?" she pleaded, putting her hands on Hermione's shoulders and staring into her eyes, "Please tell me you've got food poisoning or you've caught the plague!"

"Molly, please."

"No!" she shouted, "You cannot be having a-a-"

"Molly," Hermione insisted, looking anxiously at the staircase where she knew everyone was probably trying to listen in.

"You are not having a baby," Molly whispered angrily, clutching at her heart dramatically, "I'm very disappointed by you, Hermione, having me on like that! Did the boys tell you that story?"

"Molly, it's not a prank," she sighed, as Molly shook her head, "I've never heard that story before, though thank you for sharing it with me."

"I-I just," she whispered, "I don't understand."

"I can't explain everything to you yet."

"What is there to explain? You're neither married or in a relationship and yet somehow some horrible man has managed to get you pregnant!"

"Shh," Hermione said, glancing back to the now closed door, "No one else knows. You need to keep this a secret."

"Oh Hermione-"

"Molly please," she begged, "Just promise me."

"Of course, dear, of course. I promise you," Molly sighed, her hands shaking as she clasped Hermione's in her own, "It- it isn't Ronald's, is it?"

"No Molly, he's very happy with Lavender."

"Have you told the father?"

"I plan to."

"Mum?" a quiet voice came from behind them, making both women turn to see George's head peaking through the bedroom door, "Mind if I speak to Hermione for a sec?"

Molly looked to Hermione with wide eyes and she subtly shook her eyes, "Why don't you lie down here for a moment, Molly?"

"Yes, yes," she said, unsure of how she felt, "I'll just lie down."

"Come on then Mione, let's leave mum in peace."

"I'll be back in a minute, Molly," she sighed, "Just try to calm down."

"I guess so, dear."

George stared at her for a second as she shut the door. There was no denying, Hermione had certainly grown up well. Perhaps not enough in the chest area to warrant being the main topless model in What Witch weekly, but then again what self-respecting wizard read that magazine anyway.

'We'll just ignore that summer in fifth year when Charlie's friend left his copy featuring Moira Gernen, Witch Weekly's editor, in mine and Fred's room,' he thought, his face reddening.

Yes, Hermione certainly was gorgeous… and clever… and kind… and definitely patient having put up with him and his brother all this time - Merlin, Fred sure picked a good girl to inadvertently impregnate.

"So George, I see you finally came to see me," she said, gritting her teeth as he stepped back from her intimidating glare.

"Er, yeah, I didn't have time?" he said, wincing as she took a set closer to him.

"George Weasley, don't you ever," she whacked him on the shoulder, "do that to me again! I thought you had told Fred!"

"Oh yeah, and that'd be such an inconvenience to you, having Fred know that he's going to be the father of your baby in less that 9 months."

"What!"

Bill stumbled up the last step of the staircase, floundering around for words other than 'What!' to express how he was feeling.

"Listen, mate-"

"Hermione? Is that true?"

She stared dumbly as he came closer, and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Are you p-pregnant?"

"Well.."

"What? How could you do this? And with Fred? Didn't we tell you that you couldn't touch boys till you were like, 100 years old."

"You're not my father!"

"I damn well should be if this is what he lets you get up to when he's not here."

"What? That's - you're being ridiculous Bill!"

"Am I? Because you're the one who's managed to have the first Weasley grandchild without even being a Weasley."

"Stop being such a twat," she huffed, crossing her arms and frowning, "And stop being so mean to me - it's not like I did this on purpose."

"Oh yeah, great excuse! You're just totally reckless and ignored the great advice of all six Weasley brothers. Who, by the way, just wanted to protect you from these idiotic boys who go around pretending to be good just so they can get into your innocent little knickers!"

"May I remind you that it was one of those idiot Weasley brothers who-"

"I just can't believe that you were so stupid as to actually fall for it! And now, you're knocked up!"

"Bill, you can't blame just me for-"

"Oh I am going to blame you, little miss. But don't think I'm not blaming that little runt I call a brother too."

"Gotta remember it takes two to tango," George chuckled, before the glares of Bill and Hermione got him to shut up.

"Look Bill, you can't tell anyone - not many people know."

He sighed and gave up being angry, "Fine. But I'm guessing Mum knows though, after that morning sickness episode."

"Does everyone know what that was?" Hermione asked, panicking, "Literally everyone in the family is here!"

"No, Luna said you must've eaten something bad," George told her.

"Yeah, I kind of figured this one out by myself," Bill said, rolling his eyes.

"He is supposed to be the clever one in the family," George added.

"Well as the clever one, I do know you're not keeping Mum's mouth shut just by asking," he paused, starting to pace, "You need something to keep her quiet."

"Or Fred and I could just stay away from her until you decided to tell her."

"That doesn't mean she won't be telling everyone else," he pointed out, "There's really no way around this but an oath."

"Not like an unbreakable vow, right?" Hermione asked, worried that this was getting a bit drastic.

"It'll just be a magical contract or something like that."

"Oh?"

"Pretty easy, really."

"Mum will never go for that," George frowned, looking down the staircase, "Look you best go back down so we don't look suspicious. We can deal with mum, just tell everyone that Hermione's gone to sleep and I'm, er-"

"Explaining why she's sick. You know, what Luna said to us," Bill decided, nodding at them, "I guess I'll see you."

He smiled at Hermione and gave her a quick hug, telling her, "If you need to talk to someone who isn't Luna, come see me."

"Sure, thanks Bill," she said, letting go of him, "Now go, before other people start coming up."

"See 'ya."

They both waited as the noise died down from the table downstairs when Bill went back, but once it returned to normal George motioned to the bedroom door.

"Shall we sort this?"

"Why the hell not," Hermione sighed, biting her lip, "I don't see how much more odd this week can get."

"I know."

"Molly?" she asked tentatively, pushing the door open, "Are you feeling any better now?"

"Oh yes," she beamed, making the two frown at her happy demeanour.

"Oh Merlin, you better run," George said under his breath, "She's realised that you're having her first grandkid."

"My only grandchild!" she cried, hugging a stoic Hermione before turning to get a notepad, "Your's and Fred's wedding is going to be wonderful."

"I don't think they're getting married, Mum…"

"Nonsense!"

"Look Molly, I'm going to have to do something very bad now, but it's important I do this," Hermione said slowly, raising her wand up and pointing it at her head, "Now hold still."

"What dear?"

"Obliviate," she whispered, looking nervously at George, "It had to be done."

"Did it?"

"Well," she let out a breath as Molly flopped ungraciously down onto the bed, "I mean-"

"It's okay 'Mione," he chuckled lowly, "It's not going to hurt her."

"I've only removed memories of tonight."

"Yeah, and she'll find out again, soon enough."

"What?"

"Well I'm not making you tell Fred, but it'd be a hell of a lot easier on everyone if you did."

"I will, it's just hard," she said, rubbing her temples, "I'll tell him soon."

"You better," George said, "He deserves to know."

"I'll come over to the shop tomorrow. Can you give us some time?"

"Yeah, if you come on our lunch break Fred'll definitely be there and I can tell him I'm going out with Angie."

"Thanks George."

"No problem, I'm not the one having to give birth to the little terror."

"Hey, you're just jealous you aren't having my precious babies," she giggled, slapping him on the arm.

"Yeah, 'cause I so want to be attacked in the night with wedding patterns," he laughed, dragging her out of the room."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, I'm going to have what's left of your treacle sponge, and you are going to tell everyone that mum helped you, but she felt tired and has gone to bed early."

"I'll have to tell Luna what's happened."

"How's this gotten so crazy?" George laughed.

"I have no idea."