The next morning I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the long day ahead of me. My morning sickness didn't seem to have kicked in, though I wasn't able to eat any breakfast due to the smell of toast causing me to gag. I'd gotten dress in my most expensive dress, straightened my hair out and even wore a little light makeup. I'm not really sure why I did all that, it helped relax me, and prepare me for breaking the news to Fred and also for facing my father.

I wasn't sure how he was going to react. My dad loved me so much, and was extremely supportive. He took a lot of interest in me, and the Magical World, but I don't know how he'd feel about his daughter getting pregnant at 15.

After stalling in my room for a while, I finally reluctantly made my way slowly downstairs.

The kitchen was silent when I walked in. Mum was washing dishes and dad was reading the newspaper at the table. He looked up as I walked in and smiled at me sadly. I smiled apologetically back, but avoided looking my mother. I was still angry with her, and she picked up on this.
Muttering something a about making sure her curling iron was off, she left the room.

I nervously stepped forward and pulled out a chair opposite my dad.

He placed the newspaper gently on the table and looked into my eyes.

'Hermione, dear.' He began. 'Your mother has told me, everything, including her opinions and views on the subject. And, as disspointed as she is in you, I...am not.' he said.
'you are such a bright girl, a brilliant student and a great daughter. And i know you'll be the best mother in the world.' Dad smiled weakly. 'i'm not going to sit here and lecture you all day about how you've made a huge mistake, or scream and yell that keeping the baby is ridiculous, because I believe you have to learn from this yourself. You need to be responsible now, you have a child on the way. You need to learn to cope and manage alone, and me shouting or yelling won't make that happen.' He sighed. 'You'll always be my little girl, Hermione. And, as much as your mother might disagree with this, I think your ready.'

With that he rose from his seat, pecked me on the cheek and left for work.

I sat for a few more minutes absorbing heat my father had just said.
Then my mum suddenly appeared in front of me.
'I hope your father gave you some perspective young lady.' She said as she returned to the washing up.
'he did.' I mumbled, grabbing some floe powder from the flowerpots on the windowsill. I threw it into the fireplace before muttering ' bye mum' Followed by 'The Burrow.'

I had barely put one foot out of the fire place before Mrs Weasley had swooped me into a bone crushing hug.

'Hermione!' She cried, releasing me. ''Would you like some breakfast?'

'No thank you Mrs Weasley, I won't be staying long, I just need to speak to Fred.' I said honestly. I still didn't think I could stomach it, also I was too nervous thinking of what I had to tell Fred.

'I take it your here to see Ron?' She asked me.
'No, not this morning.' I replied.
'Ginny?' She asked, bustling around the small clutered kitchen.
'Fred, actually.' I answered.
Her face showed a mixture of confusion and suspicion. But she left the matter alone. Clearly Fred hadn't told her we were dating.

'Of course dear.' Mrs Weasley smiled. 'FRED!' she bellowed up the stairs. Before returning to the kitchen. 'Let me know it you change your mind though.' she added, as loud footsteps sounded above the kitchen.

Fred then appeared, in blue striped pajamas, looking tired.

'Hermione's here to see you' Mrs Weasley said pointing to me.

'Hey Hermione' Fred smiled. 'what brings you over to the nut house so early?'

Mrs Weasley glared at him, and brandished a spatula.

'I was just wondering if I could speak to you.' I explained.

'Of course, let's go for a walk.' Fred smiled.

He pulled on a pair of slippers from inside the back door, and held it open for me.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, through several green fields. It was beautiful in the morning sun, the dew still resting softly on the wild flowers and the weak sunlight warming our backs.

We finally stopped on the edge of a cliff. Where we sat side by side and dangled our feet over the ledge.

'You look beautiful, Hermione.' Fred said smiling sincerely at me.
I tried to smile back, but the butterflies in my stomach prevented me.

Fred noticing my response decided to cut to the chase.

'So what's up?' Fred asked.

I sighed deeply, before turning and looking him in the eyes.

'Well, do you remember, that drunken night we spent together, in the room of requirement?' I asked.

'Of course' Fred winked.

'Well...now...I'm... pregnant' I admitted in a whisper.

Fred stood up suddenly and paced back and forth on the cliff.

'I know this must be a shock for you and I'm sorry, if you want nothing to do with it then I understand completely, but whatever you decide, I just thought I'd tell you I'm keeping the baby'. I rambled on, trying to fill some of the silence.

Fred stepped closer to me, tears shining in his eyes. 'I'm going to be a father?' he asked, staring deeply into my eyes.

Hermione nodded. Fred pulled her into a hug before lifting her into the air and spinning her around shouting.

'I'm going to be a dad!' he shouted gleefully.

'So you are going to help?' I asked, just to be sure.

'Of course!'Fred beamed. 'I mean we're already dating, so we will be a family' he smiled before adding quickly. 'If that's what you want.'

I leant in a kissed him softly.

'Yes, that is exactly what i sant.' i smiled.

'The Weasley's' Fred grinned, before pulling me in for another kiss.