In early July Fred and Hermione said 'I do,' her baby bump had grown significantly over her five months of pregnancy, but she was still able to hide it behind her modest wedding dress. The reception went peacefully, much to the couple's surprise, possibly due to the fact George had been banned from the bar.
Ginny wasn't talking to Hermione, she had good reason to though, she had been there that horrific day that Hermione couldn't even remember.
"GEORGE," Fred yelled from the kitchen, George had just given the couple privacy and went to pack boxes while they were leaving. Hearing the urgency in his twins voice George rushed to Fred's aid.
Hermione's right hand clung to the right side of her head, her hair was glistening with the large amount of blood that was now oozing out of the wound. George was so concerned with Hermione's welfare he hadn't noticed her underwear on the floor or how Fred had hastily zipped his jeans up.
"Hermione, George is here now, we are going to take you to St. Mungo's," Fred said in a slightly paniced whisper.
"My head hurts," Hermione said as she pulled her hand from her head and held it in front of her face, "is that blood?" She asked faintly.
George rummaged in the kitchens draws while Fred pulled Hermione's skirt to a respectable length, he did not want to have to explain to the healers what they had been doing when this injury occurred. George pulled out a clean tea towel and dampened it with warm water, before placing it on Hermione wound. She let out a slight hiss as he made contact.
Having witnessed Hermione throw her head back and hit the cupboard, Fred was still in a hysterical fit of panic. It was not often that it was left to George to lead, George magically held the cloth to Hermione's head as he very carefully lifted her in his arms. As he carried her towards the fire place he noticed her head start to roll around, he lifted his elbow to support her neck. It was a tight fit for George and Hermione in the fireplace as the magical flames engulfed them.
George stepped out of the fireplace at St Mungo's, followed only seconds later by Fred.
Upon seeing Hermione healers rushed to her aids, conjuring a hospital bed and carefully taking her from George's arms.
"What happened?" A healer asked as she looked into Hermione's eyes using her wand as a light.
"She hit her head." Fred said, with the guilt is his voice undisguisable.
"HERMIONE," a high pitch voice boomed.
The youngest Weasley ran to the bedside of her best friends, "What did you two do to her!"
"She hit her head," Fred said.
Ginny's eyes narrowed at her brother, before turning to the Healer, "she is two months pregnant."
"Miss Weasley, I assure you your friend will be okay, your brothers have stopped the bleeding, she needs to have the would cleaned and her blood replenished. I will take her to a private room straight away." The healer comforted Ginny.
Ginny, Fred and George waited outside Hermione's room for the healer to return. The healer emerged filling in Hermione's chart with a magical pen, "she is going to be fine."
Ginny hugged both of her brothers in turn, incredibly relived that her friend was okay.
"Are you the babies father?" The healer asked Fred.
Instinctively Fred answered 'yes' and George 'no.'
The healer and Ginny looked puzzled, Fred stretched the truth, "I am the father but we are raising this baby together."
"Okay, thank you," the healer said as she took further notes. "You are welcome to see her now."
Fred rushed to Hermione's side, George attempted to but was stopped by Ginny. "Let's have a quick little chat."
Ginny grabbed her brother arm and dragged him into an unoccupied room. With a very serious look on her face Ginny asked, "Are you the father?"
"Don't be stupid," George said dismissively, actively avoiding eye contact.
"George look at me," Ginny said firmly, "are you the father?"
"I don't know," George said looking her straight in the eye.
"So you and Hermione...?"
George nodded in a shameful manner, "the night they announced their engagement, we all got really drunk and ended up in the wrong beds."
"Fred found you," Ginny said, it wasn't a question.
George nodded before Ginny continue "Well that explains why you haven't been talking then."
Ginny made a forward movement, George leaned back, worried that she would hurt him for what he had done to her friend. Ginny squeezed him into a tight hug, "I'm sorry George. I see the way you look at her."
George squezzed her back, "It is okay. She picked Fred, I am just happy that I get to be in the babies life. I thought Fred was going to kill me before letting me be involved."
Hermione sipped pumpkin juice from her seat next to Fred at the large table in front of the rest of the reception hall. Lee, as best man, separated George from his newly married brother. Ginny was the sole bridesmaid. Ginny saw the pained looked on George face, as the only person outside the threesome who knew what was happening between them, she saw it as her duty to keep the peace.
"Two weeks in paradise, should be great!" Fred said enthusiastically.
"Yes, bloated pregnant women look fabulous on a beach next to the bikini glad babes of France." Hermione said in a depressive tone.
"Darling wife, what gave you the impression that we will be leaving the hotel room?" Fred said cheekily before taking a sip from the large goblet in front of him.
"That sounds good," Hermione smiled, she had planned avoiding the beach like the plaque.
Hehe oh wedding... all done and gone.. OMG only four months till the baby.