After a moments silence Fred quietly, yet eagerly asked "Marry me Hermione Granger!"
"Fred I am pretty sure no one will believe that this happened on our honeymoon. Anyway, we are already engaged," Hermione smiled as she hugged him. With her arms around his neck and his around her waist holding her close, while playing with her knee mid thigh length skirt.
"Is that a yes?" The red head asked with a ridiculously cute smile on his face.
Hermione buried her head into her boyfriend's neck while she thought about his proposal. Yes, it was romantic and very supportive him. Yes, she did want to spend the rest of her life with him. It was just she hadn't thought about marriage and babies yet. Oh gods Hermione thought to herself at the idea of multiple babies being inside her, she had read a report about twins running in families. Of course Hermione knew she was already engaged, but that was forward thinking, Fred clearly meant getting married soon, definitely before the baby comes.
Fred loosened his hold on her so her could lean back and see her face, "Hermione really? You are making me nervous. Are you scared?"
"I just don't want to have a pity wedding for the pregnant bride," Hermione smiled in return.
"What pregnant bride?" Molly asked with a smile, Fred and Hermione weren't aware that they had company.
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked his mother as he held Hermione in a possessive way, trying to protect her from his family.
"We came to try get you and your brother talking again." Molly explained, Hermione could see George trying to hide behind her, he clearly didn't want to be here.
"Are you pregnant?" Ginny asked.
"Yes," Hermione nodded, "And I think our wedding has just moved forward many months."
There was a flood of congratulations, well wishes and ideas for the wedding. Hermione hugged all the Weasley's who she already considered family... When she got to George she paused, she knew it would be suspicious if she hugged every Wealsey and Harry but not George.
Hermione gave George a quick hug but when she went to pull back he held on to her, arms around her tightly around her back. He whispered in her ear, "how long?"
Hermione whimpered into his ear as she hugged him back, "two months." George lowered his hands to allow her to move away. Although according to Fred's fist George had held on to Hermione a moment too long. Fred shoved him away from Hermione before hitting him a solid right hook.
Hermione screamed Fred's name angrily as Ron and Charlie tried to pull the twins apart, frozen in panic Hermione covered her mouth in horror.
Molly whipped out her wand and cast a spell that threw the twins apart, although damage had already been done. Although most of the punches had been thrown by the more dominant twin, George had got some in to. Fred had managed to escape with only a busted his brother lip, while George had a significant black eye, a split eyebrow that had blood seeping from it and a bloody nose.
Hermione stood in front of George in the Weasley's downstairs bathroom, George was sitting on the hand basin with his back against the mirror. Fred was down stairs being lectured by Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"You have some blood on your shirt," Hermione whispered, heartbroken at the way her fiancé had reacted to an innocent hug.
Still on the hand basin George leaned forward slightly and removed the stained white shirt over his head with a slight grimace is pain as it touched his face. He placed the shirt in the basin behind him
"So do you know whose it is?" George asked as Hermione patted a damp towel against his bloody eyebrow.
"It won't need stiches," Hermione said automatically, unconsciously ignoring George while she concentrated on his face.
"Hermione," George said quietly, as he gently held her wrist and pulled it away from his face and rested it on his chest, "Hermione do you know who the father is?"
Hermione waved her wand at Georges face to fix his nose before sitting on the toilet with the lid down.
"I don't know," Hermione sobbed. George climbed down off the hand basin and knelt down in front of Hermione, placing his hands just above her knees around the base of her pencil skirt.
"It's going to be okay Hermione," George smiled sincerely. "It will all work out, Fred loves you even more then me and we will both be here for you."
Hermione's sobbing slowed and a small smile came across her face as she looked up and leaned forward. "You love me?" Hermione asked simply.
"Hermione you have been a loved member of this family since before you and Fred, and will be if there is an after."
Hermione smile widened at the kindness of George's words, he had always been the more poetic twin. George's hands gently stroked the outside of her thighs, from her knees up to the hem of her skirt, "I'm sorry for all this Hermione." George said in a truly apologetic way, "This must be really hard for you."
Hermione was fearful about what was happening, she was an incredibility intelligent indervidual, confusion wasn't something she could easily understand. The thing that scared her the most was the feeling that if George left her side right now that she might die. That sat in silence as George rubbed her bare thigh in a reassuring manner.
"I'm really sorry Hermione," George said very softly.
"For what?"
"For this," George said slowly. Inch by inch he leaned in closer, giving Hermione every opportunity to move away. She didn't, in fact she leaned closer, placing her hands on top of his. As their lips, Geroge's hands were instinctively led under her skirt, guided by Hermione's.
Hermione's knees parted and George shuffled his knees forward, the embrace lasted a few more heated moments. As George's fingers brushed over the hem of Hermione's underwear she snapped back into reality, pulling away from his embrace and pushing his hands back to her knees. "We can't," Hermione said simply, bowing her head in embarrassment of her lack of self control.
Hermione carefully stood up and straightened her skirt, "I'm going to talk to Fred."
Hermione avoid eye contact with George as she left the room. She could hear him right behind her as she descended the staircase and entered the kitchen, where Mrs Wealsey was tending to Fred with an unpleasant demeanour.
"Can I talk to the two of you outside," Hermione said plainly, subconsciously brushing her lips with the back of her index finger.
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