I am inFredulous that I have finally found a beta reader! Thank you PurpleNarwhal for checking my grammar and everything, you're a godsend!

Okay, so Fred knows, Hermione knows... and you know, we all know. Ready for the time of your life? Read, review and enjoy for me, because I've written this on my holiday just for you!

Thanks,

Em

"You knew."

It had taken almost the whole weekend for Fred to gather the courage to tell George everything, and here he was, sitting awkwardly in the exact same position he had been when he had worked out that he and Hermione had slept together, telling Fred that he'd know she was pregnant an entire week before he did. It was Sunday and to be quite honest, he knew when he saw her tonight he was going to go mental, but he didn't really care now.

"To be fair, mate, she didn't actually tell me," he pointed out, knowing the stoic face of his twin was not something to anticipate, "She thought I was you and told me… you? Er, well anyway, she told me and then once she'd said it you came up to the flat - remember when Angelina was ill and Hermione was looking after her?"

"I knew she wasn't ill, George," Fred rolled his eyes, shaking his head at how dense both of them seemed in this conversation. What with him not knowing George knew about 'Mione and his twin's thinly veiled attempt at lying, "I figured you just wanted some, you know, alone time."

"No, she wanted me to come and see her."

"Who else, then?" he sighed.

"Who else what?"

"Who else knew about 'Mione?" he insisted.

"Me, Ginny, Luna, Bill and briefly, Mum," George said hesitantly.

"Mum! Mum knew?"

"Yeah, but 'Mione obliviated her," George said, wincing at the twitch from his twin, "She needed it… she wasn't ready for anyone else to know that might be a liability."

"Right, so I'll just talk to her tonight, then," Fred said resolutely.

"But, after dinner, right? Don't want any of yours or Hermione's blood in my tea, okay?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," he looked over to George, "It'll be fine, right?"

"Dear, you've been working all afternoon on your day off, and now you're cooking dinner too," Molly frowned, watching the girl as she hastily chucked another handful of goats cheese into the pot, restraining the full force of the action, "Though I appreciate this, I must insist you let me finish it off."

"No, Molly," she gritted out, trying to keep her temper down as the matriarch continued to bother her, flitting around her shoulders, "It's fine; I like to cook."

Unfortunately she'd just come back from the hospital having been working all day to help with the epidemic of Black Cat Flu going around. Whilst she was there, she'd been assigned Maisie as an assistant for her shift and there was nothing more annoying when working extra time. It'd been a horrifying seven hours and all she wanted to do was go home, but there was no way she was getting out of the compulsory Sunday dinner.

Hermione had come over and, having met a poorly and sweating Molly sorting her laundry, she figured that she was starting to get the flu that she had just been treating. So, having given her a double dose of potion and sending her off to bed, she'd decided she'd help out by cooking dinner for everyone since they were all out playing quidditch in the back garden. About an hour after that, just as she was nearly done and had taken out most of her anger on the ingredients, Molly had woken up feeling better and was now pestering Hermione because she was feeling bad about leaving her to do the cooking, inadvertently working her up again.

'God, I wish I'd given her some sleeping potions too,' she huffed, grabbing the pot to boil the pasta.

"I know dear," Molly winced at the bang of her pan on the hob, "But you seem quite tired today - you've done all that work already and helped me out a lot."

"Molly, seriously, I'm fine," she rolled her eyes, "Really, just sit down for once and let me help you some more. You do too much as it is."

"Being this family's caregiver is my job, Hermione, you've already done yours today," Molly chided, before her eyes glinted as she thought of something, "I say, actually, if you really want to help me, will you go and grab everyone in - tea is nearly done anyway, isn't it?"

"Molly," Hermione said warningly, pointing her wooden spoon at the innocent looking woman.

"My old bones couldn't get all the way down that field dear," she shook her head, taking the spoon, "You're really doing me a favour."

"Fine," Hermione sighed grumpily, taking off her apron and passing it to the smug woman, "Just as long as you know that I know exactly what you're up to!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said innocently, chuckling at the slam of the door as Hermione left, "And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I know Fred plays quidditch without a shirt."

She waved her wand offhandedly, as she started the kitchen to cooking the wizarding way, as opposed to what Hermione had been doing.

"They would make such cute babies," she sighed wistfully, "If only."

Molly bustled about the kitchen for about a minute more before her entire extended brood materialised in front of their food, most of them quite sweaty from playing.

"Come on, sit down," she said, taking her seat too and charming the serving spoons to move themselves.

"Ooh, Mum, this looks delicious!" Fred grinned, taking his regular spot.

"George took a bite from his and said, "Tastes as good as it looks, Gred. Dig in!"

"You quidditch players," Molly chuckled, "I don't know how you lot fit that much into your mouths at once!"

Fleur coughed daintily, not unlike Umbridge used to do, Hermione thought, "I is not wishing to be rude, but are you 'aving ze salad in ze 'ouse? I cannot be eating zis - it is being too heavy for my stomach."

"Oh-" Molly started.

Hermione interrupted her, standing up, "I'll get some for you."

"Merci," she said, looking gratefully to her, and Hermione frowned when she saw the scowl on Ginny's face.

'I knew she didn't like her, but it's just some salad,' she thought, 'And to be fair, the sauce is quite claggy.'

"You know Mum, this is brill!"

"Well Hermione actually-"

"You're such a good cook Mum!" Charlie said, shovelling his food in.

"Boys, if you'd listen-"

"Just fab!"

Hermione seethed in anger as compliment after compliment was given to Molly by the family. She knew that it was completely irrational to be mad at the elder woman's blushing face, but having put a lot of time and effort into dinner, she really couldn't help it - especially after the day she'd had.

"No, really I-"

"Molly, this is so much effort," Audrey said, looking at the huge spread her boyfriend's family was devouring. Hermione squeezed her spoon, biting her lip to keep the comment she wanted to make in.

"Molly, you work so hard, you mustn't be so humble," Arthur said, grinning and rubbing her back, "This is probably the best dinner you've made in quite a while!"

"Yeah Mum, it's brilliant," Bill beamed, chomping away happily like his siblings, "What is it? I know we haven't had it before, have we?"

'Why am I so emotional?' she huffed silently, clenching her fist, looking sheepishly at Charlie as he stared down at her ripped napkin, 'It's not a good look, Hermione! Get yourself together.'

"Not when we were all at home," Ron said, speaking through his forkful, "Bloody delicious though."

"Well, actually, I didn't make it," she said, sharing an irritated look with a surprised Hermione, "Hermione did. If you'd have listened to me, which you never do, you would know that. And if you all hate my cooking so much, why do I bother to cook for you at all?"

"No, Mum, you've got it wrong," George said, laughing awkwardly, "Dad was just saying that…"

"They were kidding, Molly," Hermione said, trying to keep the annoyance off her face, "I'd already told them that I'd made dinner - though I don't know why today of all days, when you've just come down with the flu, they would decide to make a joke at your expense, but you know what they're like."

The thankful looks from the whole Weasley family were dismissed with a quick eye roll as she was still quite annoyed, but still Hermione started to listen as Charlie spoke.

"Of course, speaking of jokes," he said, looking down the table to all his brothers holding hands, "Looks like Fred is the only single Weasley's left."

"Oh, my dear, have you got yourself a girlfriend?" Molly said excitedly, "What's she called? Is she from England or Romania? Is it very serious? Is she pretty? I bet she's pretty, isn't she? You've always had an eye for the ladies, haven't you? Ooh, I can't wait to meet her!"

"Mum, calm your rocks!" Ron chuckled, "If not he'll run away and won't tell us anything."

"She's called Ninetta, she's from Romania, we've been dating for two months now and she is very pretty," he breathed out, "You can't meet her for a few weeks, though; she's working on a project and won't be able to visit till then."

"Well, I can't wait to meet her," Arthur said, smiling over to his son. Molly, however, had moved on from Charlie and was now getting ready to berate her only single son.

"See Fred! Even Charlie's found someone and he is a self proclaimed bachelor," Molly scolded him, "When are you going to find someone? You used to know such nice girls at Hogwarts, where did they all go? "

"Mum!" he whinged, closing his eyes in annoyance.

"You'll have to settle down someday, son. You can't have your cake and eat it too," Arthur frowned at the boy.

"Who actually gets cake and doesn't eat it? That's such a ridiculous saying," Fred scrunched his nose up, trying to understand.

"You get what your father meant," Molly scowled, whacking Fred on the upside of his head, "Don't be so blooming cheeky."

"Merlin, mum! I was just saying I didn't get it," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head, "No need to go mental."

"Well no one else made a comment," she said huffily, frowning at him.

"No, I don't get it either," Hermione frowned, "I'm genuinely perplexed by the fact that someone, somewhere, was once convinced that even though they had their own cake, they weren't allowed to eat it. Did someone tell them they weren't allowed?"

"I'm surprised by that, it is a muggle saying," Arthur said, before his wife's eyes widened.

"Ooh, do you know anyone muggle you could go on a date with Hermione?" she asked, "Ever since work picked up, you haven't been out, have you? Maybe you could set Fred up with a healer you know?"

Fred growled lowly, attracting the attention of the few people sat around him, Charlie's eyes heading to his hairline, "She doesn't need a date, dad, and neither do I."

"Well, you definitely do," he intoned, "When's the last time you met a nice witch?"

"Well I'd say about four weeks ago," George snorted, "Too bad she didn't stick around, what was her name again?"

Hermione discreetly kicked him under the table, earning a loud cry George tried to disguise as a cough and a deathly glare from his brother.

"Was that at my wedding then, Fred?" Ron said, finally abandoning his dinner to join the conversation, "Cause I can't remember that many available witches there…"

"No," he said quickly, "It was just at a bar, nothing exciting - she wasn't my type."

"Oh, oh, I see," Molly said, looking down, "Fred, you know, if you're roasting the broomstick with just any old witch-"

At that, all Weasley family members, Harry included, replied with the appropriate response of an immediately scarlet face and a loud, horrified groan, plugging their fingers in their ears. Arthur's tomato flew across the table and landed on Ginny's plate as he coughed and hacked from shock. Fleur looked aghast that her mother-in-law would even mention such a thing, Audrey was giggling at her usually serious boyfriend's childish behaviour and Hermione was deathly embarrassed that not only was she hearing this, but it was because of her the entire conversation had even started… so understandably, she was bright red.

"Mum, no one wants to hear you talk about that!" Charlie cried, cringing at his mother's amused face, "So gross."

"I'm just saying - that sort of behaviour can lead to a little wizard under your care before you know it. And you have to remember that one," she held out her finger to him, "it takes two to tango-"

"Merlin, this is disgusting!" Bill wailed, his calm, cool and collected demeanour gone.

"And you shouldn't take her as a lover for the night-"

Ron started to make fake vomiting sounds as Lavender poked her husband harshly on the arm, trying to get him to stop what he was doing. Charlie and George grappled for their wands so they could place a silencing charm on their mother before she continued.

"-before you get to know her because if you get her pregnant, I can guarantee, from that moment on, everyday for the rest of your life, you will be dedicated to that woman and your little child. Do you understand that Fred?"

There was a pause as no one spoke, before Fred hastily pushed his chair out and ran straight to the backdoor, hitting it in his haste before he could find the handle and get out. Hermione sighed, biting her lip and looked apologetically to a very confused Molly and stood up as well, "I'll go and check on him - see what's wrong."

Arthur and George both looked like they were going to protest, but with a stern look from Luna, they bit their tongues and shut up. She walked calmly to the door and left them to their murmurings, heading through the garden and straight to him.

"If you have come out here to reassure me, then forget it. There is nothing you can say that could convince me it's all going to be okay," Fred told her, waving his hands in her face, "I am officially freaking out!"

Hermione scrunched up her eyes in anger and kicked him hardly in the back of the leg, quite uncharacteristically.

"Ahh! What the hell was that for?"

"You dolt!"

"Hey! You need to realise that I am just-"

"Just what? Just realised that this is just all a massive fuck up? Oh, well done!" she growled at his, pointing her finger in his face, "Have you also realised, Fred, that you have still got a way better deal in all of this than I have?"

"That's not true! We've both got-"

A squeal of indignation interrupted him, "No! We haven't 'both' anything! I've given up so much more than you! I am way smarter than you and I had way more potential! I was bright, I-I was funny, I was slim, I was pretty-"

She paused for breath, but started up again when she saw him roll his eyes, "And now look at me! I'm just a big fat screaming woman!"

"You're not-"

"I've got enough to cope with without being your bloody teen angst councillor! Why is it you can't seem to surpass the mental age of 16? That's the reason we're in this mess - because you still act like a horny teenager! Can't you just grow up?"

"Maybe I don't want to grow up, huh? It's not fair," he pointed to her slight bump, "It's a hell of a price to pay for one lousy shag!"

"It was not lousy! And nobody forced you, you could have stopped at any time!"

"Erm, no I couldn't. I'm single and therefore naturally horny, you're an incredibly fit girl and there was a massive bed," he shouted, waving his arms wildly, "There was no choice!"

"Oh, so I was just a quick shag to you then? That's wonderful Fred, that's just lovely."

"Well it's never going to be anything more than that because you don't seem to want me to be with you!"

"Well we don't fit together - you're lifestyle is wholly unsuitable to sustain a longterm girlfriend, never mind a pregnant one," Hermione explained coolly, looking up at his flushed face.

"Unsuitable? Is that really what you think of me?" he asked her, coming closer as she bit her lip.

"I-I don't think of you," she uttered, his breath tickling her ear hotly, before she pushed him away weakly.

"You want to see unsuitable?" he whispered, leaning till his lips were even with hers.

Pushing her into the wall gently and pressed his lips to hers as she stayed frozen in his arms.

'We aren't right - this isn't-' she stopped thinking as she realised that her brain had gone terribly fuzzy and all she could really think about was his arms around her waist and the delicious scent of his aftershave as she let go of her worry and begun to respond to his kiss, deepening it.

'Jesus, this is lovely,' she sighed, melting into him.

They stopped for breath before Fred grabbed her warm hand and kissing her quickly again, smiling down at her. She tried to speak, but every time she started, he decided to snog her words away.

"Fred, stop-"

"Fred, we're-"

"Fred, your parents!"

"Fre - mhm - your whole fam-"

He stopped her outburst with another long slow kiss before he winked at her, "Stop worrying. You know you want me."

Hermione's eyes narrowed at his callous attitude and she stepped away from him before she flicked her wand harshly at him, "Oratio prenotatam!"

'If he's going to be so damn casual, I guess he won't mind this,' she grumbled to herself, breathing heavily, still slightly dazed by his hot touch.

"What did you do?" he asked her incredulously, running his hand through his hair nervously, panting.

'Why has she jinxed me? What've I done?' he worried, looking down at himself as he tried to see if all his limbs were still attached and work out what she'd done to him, 'She wanted that just as much as I did.'

"Just a little magic," she said smugly, taking a step back from him to the doorway catching her breath finally, before mocking him, "Stop worrying."

"That charm, is it new? Oh, you little shrew!" he cried, realising what she'd done to him.

"There's no point in fighting it," she giggled, "There's nothing you can do!"

"I'm going to loose my mind," he glared, neither one noticing the noise his family was making as they were gathering behind the back door, having heard Hermione's raised voice as she cast her spell.

"I don't see your problem," she shrugged, grinning.

"Everything I say, it rhymes - this spell's really unkind!"

"Unkind, that's all you've got?"

"Nothing else would would rhyme with mind," his eyes narrowed as another sentence was forced out, "It's your fault, may I remind."

"Of course," she rolled her eyes, waiting for his next line.

"Thanks to that stupid charm, I've got no control now," he waved his wand, completely forgetting he could just use finite incantatem, "Know that I could cause you harm - you're such a crazy troll!"

"Just take your punishment like a man," she frowned, before mumbling, "Not that you are one."

"Our situation is complex, once she knows Mum's going to wring our necks, but since we had sex, you've been completely vexed," he stopped as they both heard some kind of commotion coming from behind the door and Hermione cast the counter charm to her jinx before turning the handle and pulling open the door to reveal the entire Weasley-plus clan staring slack-jawed at the couple, apart from a few choice faces.

Ginny was smirking at them, her arms folded, which disconcerted Hermione somewhat; George had his eyebrows raised but he seemed impressed, probably that they were talking it out finally; Bill had a look of worry on his face, glancing back and forth from them to his mother - who was clutching her chest in horror.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ron said darkly.

"Hermione?" Harry said tentatively, walking to the front of the clump.

Hermione's face flushed redder than the hair that was surrounding her, her voice weak as she tried to smile, "H-hello everyone… er, thank you for dinner Mrs Weasley it's been a pleasure."

And with that, she spun on her heel, leaving Fred to clean up the mess.

'And considering it's all his damn fault they heard, I don't feel at all guilty,' she scowled, 'Not a jott.'

"I'm going after her," Harry said to the group, "Thanks Molly."

"No problem dear," she whispered.

"I'm coming too," Ginny and Fred both said, standing up.

"No," Luna shook her head, "I will go with Harry."

"Harry," Ginny whined, sending Luna a dirty look when she was turned away.

"No Ginny," Harry said, taking out his wand, "This is about Hermione, it isn't about who goes."

"Yes it is," Luna said, grabbing his hand and twisting them both away.

When they got into Hermione's flat, Harry turned to Luna, "What did you mean by that?"

"You remember when Fleur first came over?"

"Yeah," Harry said confusedly, "I know Ginny wasn't very happy, but…"

"She was more than unhappy," Luna scoffed, "She called her Phlegm and all she ever did the summer Bill married her was moan - drove Hermione crazy."

"But 'Mione didn't like her either," Harry said confused.

"Yeah, but I don't know why, but whenever one of the boys gets a girlfriend, she starts to hate them. She's never liked Fleur or Audrey and now she's gone off Angelina because of George - she used to be good friends with her in Hogwarts."

"Is she jealous?"

"I don't know, but Hermione's not dating Fred, she's-"

"Having his baby?" Harry asked quietly, "I kind of figured since he ran out after Molly started talking about babies. Why didn't she tell me?"

"You haven't been around much lately, Harry," Luna frowned, "I know auror training is hard, but…"

"I've always been too busy with work or Ginny," he nodded, understanding.

"I've been busy too," Hermione whispered from behind them, making them turn around, "Work has been really hectic."

She lowered her head as both of them turned to face her, "So, you're okay with this then? You aren't mad?"

"Mad?"

"Well, Bill was," she shrugged, "He took on the whole fatherly role for me."

"Right," Harry said, playing with his fingers, "I didn't know you were close."

"Well, I have got more friends than just you and Ron," she teased, "I had to broaden my horizons, what with you being cooped up with Ginny and Ron moving to Stoke with Lavender to be with her family."

"Well, if Bill's got the paternal role covered, then I'll just have to be your best friend," he chuckled, "I'm so happy for you, love."

She hugged him tightly, "I don't know why I'm so upset - Fred's being a complete gentleman, he even offered for me to move in with him."

"What did you say?" Luna asked.

"I don't want to live with him yet; I really don't know him well enough for all of that, but…"

"But what?" Harry frowned, "What's bothering you?"

"I'm scared for the baby," she said softly, "If I'm on my own in my flat and something goes wrong… there's no one here to help me, no one would know."

"Oh 'Mione," Luna sighed.

"You could move in with us?" Harry asked, "Me, Luna and Sirius could do with someone who cooks so well in Grimmauld."

"I wouldn't want to impose," she bit her lip, folding her arms gently, "Would that be okay? I mean, I wouldn't be interrupting any dynamic you've got going on, would I?"

"Well, Luna sometimes has Rolf over and you might have to deal with Sirius' dirty pants from time to time, but no, we're pretty lax about most things," he shrugged, "I'd love having you there."

"Me too! Then we could be proper best friends and have sleepovers and stuff!" Luna giggled, spinning happily, "Plus, I think I can see Conelley damp in the corner of your sitting room."

"God! You know what that means," she said, chuckling at Harry's bewildered expression.

"Stagnation," they both said together, though Hermione, who was still laughing at Harry's reaction, couldn't manage to mimic the casually wise expression on Luna's face.

"What? You didn't know that I'd learnt how to speak Luna?" she furrowed her brows, thinking back to the many conversations she'd had at the Burrow and the lost faces they'd garnered, "I've been doing it for ages, ever since we started hanging out with Neville."

"Oh, I guess I have been busy then," he shrugged, before starting to help her gather her things.