Yeah, long chapter! I had been thinking about showing off the other chapter 16 I had written, but realized it would give away the whole Tollins thing. Mwahaha! So you'll all have to wait, my bad.
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Once again, not childproof, but I'm not switching the rating.
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This room was much too dark to be hers. Hermione tried to peer around the room with only one eye half cracked open, to avoid the strip of sun bolted across the carpet. There was one dresser opened with different articles clothing strewn around and over it, but not in the actual drawers. A simple chair, obviously borrowed from somewhere as it was a dull brown color, had a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes robe over the top of it. One more look around, and Hermione spotted the magenta wall, realizing instantly where she was, and blushing as she remembered.
The snoring ginger next to her rolled over, snuggling into her side and burrowing his frozen nose into the back of her neck, mumbling a wordless morning greeting.
"Good morning, then." Hermione says over her shoulder, unable to shift around to see his face. She still hadn't decided what time it was, if trying to wake Fred up was necessary at this point. Both twins were well known for the amount of sleep they required, most likely to compensate for their overall hyper way of life. She also didn't want to be too loud; otherwise George may end up barging into his brother's room to take the mickey out of both of them. After all, Hermione had quite literally stolen Fred to go for shag, and left George to fend for himself in the store.
"Not yet, still asleep," Fred mumbled thickly, still groggy and far too warm to try and wake this early. Hermione scoffed through her nose, looking around for a way to find the time. Her wand was nearest, so she swished it lazily at the window, parting the curtain back to peer outside. The sun outside was a quarter away from being full.
"It's at least 8:30 Fred, wake up." Hermione whispered, though she realized that wouldn't wake a sleeping Weasley. Still acting rather catatonic, Fred stayed at her side; his arm hugging her like it had all night. The snoring hadn't returned, so she knew he wasn't in a deep sleep. Flipping her body around to face him, Hermione stared at Fred's face, watching for any ticks that would give away a fake slumber. Nothing happened, so she began to poke his cheek, like a child would to their parents.
"Do that again, and I'll bite it off." A growl rumbled from his chest into hers, making a delightful shiver run through her.
"Open your eyes and neither of us get hurt." Hermione threatened with an added kiss to the poked at cheek in apology. Fred grumbled and groaned as he rolled around, too stubborn to do much else but complain of the early wakeup. "Stop complaining, you'll have to get used to it eventually. I usually don't sleep this late."
Fred's eyes popped open in horror, looking down at the small witch in bewilderment, "Before eight? You may find yourself on the couch many a night, my love."
"Some of us get more than one thing done in a day, Fred."
"Well, you can continue with that love, I'll be here if you need me." he rolled over and shoved his head underneath his pillow. Hermione sighed and fell back onto her pillow, playing idly with the fraying edge of his pillowcase.
"I must say, this is the strangest morning after conversation I've ever heard of."
"Shit," Fred popped his head back up, his bleary eyes finally clearing up, "I thought it was just a randy dream."
"How does that explain why I'm half naked in your bed?" Hermione hid her grin, happy he was really awake now. Fred took a moment to look her up and down, though his sheets were covering most of her. His eyes went a little wide once he looked back up to her face.
"Err- you're getting really good at Legilimency?"
She grinned at his still obvious confusion, "Could be, but the better answer is I'm actually here because I really did pull you away from work for a shag."
"But a very good shag," Fred's grin became lecherous, and he climbed up from his laying position to grab Hermione's hip, dragging her down off her pillow. Then she received her morning kiss she'd been waiting for.
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Another hour later, Fred and Hermione emerged from the bedroom, Hermione freshly showered and rosy cheeked, while Fred still moved slowly and collapsed onto one of the counter chairs beside his twin.
"Mooorning," George chirped from his seat at the island, sipping from a large mug. Hermione copied his greeting, pulling down a pan to start breakfast for the three of them.
"Is Angelina going to join us, George?" Hermione asked politely, opening the smelly fridge to retrieve eggs.
"Nope, apparently I'm being pulled into wedding shopping with her and her mum, though I reckon I'll be sent into the corner for saying the wrong thing." George sighed, and turned his head towards his twin at Fred's understanding grunt. "And what's wrong with you this morning? Cat got your tongue?"
"Something like that," Fred mumbled, and waved his wand at the ready kettle, having it pour him a cuppa to match George's. George looked over at Hermione who hadn't stopped making up breakfast for them, and back to Fred who was now dragging his coffee down like he was dying of thirst.
"Are you wearing your glasses?" George finally asked. Fred gave George a you-just-dribbled-on-your-shirt look in return.
"No, these things on my face are actually small pixies that have taken a liking to the way my face smells, and have decided to become a part of me now. Of course I'm wearing my glasses."
George screwed his nose up in distaste of the sarcasm, "You never wear them, 'cause you know I'll make fun of you. So why are you-," He paused, sneaking another look at Hermione, "unless, the 'cat'?"
Fred tapped his nose with a wink, and went back to drinking. "Fred, where's the cheese? I can't find anything in this rotten fridge." Hermione asked with her head stuck into said fridge, hesitating to stick her hands in too far. George continued to stare at her, trying really hard not to imagine her seducing his twin brother, or being sexy in general.
"It's on the door, love." Fred answered immediately, still sipping his coffee. Hermione grabbed the chunk of cheese and walked around the boys, leaving a sweet kiss on Fred's cheek. George gagged when Fred twisted around, leaving a kiss on her cheek in turn, and her shoulder as she walked back to the stove.
"Okay, I'm leaving. You two are driving me nuts." George threw his mug into the sink and went to the Floo, disappearing in the next second. Hermione went to sit on George's vacated seat, smirking, far too proud with herself.
"Yes congrats, you managed to scare your brother-in-law away, now come here." Fred rolled his eyes, opening his one arm to gather her up on his lap.
Hermione settled down, summoning a cuppa over to enjoy the morning alone with Fred. "Not my in-law yet, but yes, I'm quite proud to be able to scare a Weasley twin."
"Oh don't worry, love," Fred mumbled into his mug, "you readily scare both of us."
"Good," she grinned a grin he thought impossible for the bookish girl, and continued kissing her fiancé's jaw.
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Three hours later, after spending a leisurely morning together to continue their making up, Hermione finally pushed Fred to get dressed for their day at the Burrow.
"It's half past already Fred; I wanted to help Molly with lunch today." Hermione moaned and groaned, trying desperately to get him to at least run through the shower.
"Why today of all days? She never lets you help anyway." Leaning back into her pushing hands unhelpfully, Fred ended up on his backside when Hermione stepped away from supporting his weight. "Oi!"
"Because today is the first day I'll be mooching food off her, and not be depressed the whole time." She said factually, not sorry at all that he'd fallen.
Fred scrunched his nose up at her, holding his hand up into the air for assistance, "Why were you so moody?"
"Because Fredrick, I hadn't seen you in a week, and thought you were too mad at me to speak." Hermione huffed, grabbing his hand with the intention to hoist him up from the ground. Instead, Fred grabbed her wrist and pulled, having her land over him.
"I still can't decide if I enjoy the full name thing, or fear it. And, Hermione, I wasn't ignoring you. I had been waiting for you to come and fetch me from the doghouse, love."
Hermione lay there thinking it all over before coming to a conclusion for their predicament they'd found for themselves. "All right, new rule. When we fight, because we will, there has to be contact of some sort between us after a row, so we don't misunderstand one another again. I don't want you to disappear every time I get frustrated."
Fred nodded in agreement, "Does angry sex count as contact?" wiggling his eyebrows at him as she snorted.
"Fred!" Hermione smacked his shoulder roughly, fighting valiantly to hide a giggle, "I'm trying to be serious."
"Me too love, just testing the waters here." his grin was cheeky, knowing full well what he was doing.
"We will cross that bridge when we reach it. Now go get changed, it's almost eleven now."
"But it's so nice here, we can stay home today, relax, take a nap," The suggestive tone in his voice made Hermione roll her eyes, but allowed him to press kisses up her neck.
"Or have free food, visit with family, and have the evening to ourselves." Fred pulled away at her suggestion, nodded and pushed her off.
"Let's go Granger, or we might miss mum's homemade pumpkin pasties."
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They weren't the last ones at the Burrow once they finally arrived. George and Angelina were just leaving for the planned wedding shopping with Angelina's mother, leaving Harry, Ginny, Ron, Romilda, and Tessa in the sitting area. Hermione went immediately to sit between Romilda and Tessa,forgetting about trying to help Mrts. Weasley, asking Romilda something in greeting. Fred couldn't make out what, but Romilda's complexion went a bit red as she stroked her fingers gently through her own hair. Leaving the girls to themselves, Fred flopped onto the couch with Harry, his legs landing somewhere over the back and the rest of his body sprawled across Harry. Once he had landed, Fred looked up into Harry's face with a come-hither grin.
"Morning Gorgeous, come here often?" Harry wrinkled his nose like he had smelt something gross.
"Only for your sister, love." Fred guffawed at Potter's answer, rolling over to somehow land on the floor as well as keep his legs over the back of the couch.
"I didn't want to know that, Potter." Harry snorted, but relaxed back into the couch now that he didn't have a giant redhead on his lap. Without warning, Fred suddenly had a face full of tiny hands and bright blue hair. It took some serious acrobatics, but eventually, Fred moved his torso around to grab the baby, hoisting the kid upside down over his own red hair.
"Well good morning young man, might I ask just what you intend to do with my hair?" Fred grinned at the little boy's giggles, as he waved his hands around in the air over his head. Teddy's laughs hadn't really stopped since Victorie had been born, and he found his uncles his greatest source of entertainment.
Apart from nonsensical cooing, Teddy didn't give an answer, but Fred took it as it was, "Oh is that all? Well, carry on then." Lowering the boy down, he allowed Teddy to grab a fistful of his own red hair, watching as the blue hair shifted, and his own dark red spreading like a wild fire across the boy's head.
"Very handsome, Teddy." Ginny's voice came from somewhere behind Teddy, but as the baby was covering his face and therefore his view above him, Fred couldn't see where his sister was. Teddy didn't really pay attention to what Gin had said, besides an extra laugh for her.
Fred took it upon himself to answer for the boy, "A lovely lady just complimented you Teddy boy, you're supposed to say, 'Thank you, Mummy. You look very beautiful too.'" Teddy hilariously looked at his uncle with the cutest look of confusion, but gave Ginny puppy eyes in the next second, making his little sister melt on sight and grab the boy out of his arms.
"Why thank you, Teddy. Shall we get some food to mark this momentous occasion?" Teddy of course had no idea what was happening, but Ginny had said his favourite word, and therefore stretched and squealed towards Molly in the kitchen. Arms empty once more, and feeling too heavy from keeping the baby's weight above his head, Fred once more sprawled out, probably taking up more than his quota of available space in the room. He kept his eyes closed in relaxation, but could still hear a scoff of amusement come from the couch with the three girls on it.
Peeking an eye open, Fred saw Tessa staring at him with a horribly hidden grin on her lips, "How is it you've managed to take up four different spots?"
"Pure Weasley talent of course," he quipped but did pull his arms back, and threw his legs off the back of the couch to have them land of Harry again. He hadn't meant to smack the Chosen One with his feet, but accidents happen, so Fred rolled with it. Harry tried valiantly to swat the feet away, but the two ended up swatting each other, hands and feet. Tessa rolled her eyes at them before giving Hermione a consoling look. She hopped up off the couch to head into the kitchen, still hoping she'd be allowed to help with dinner.
Ginny passed Tessa by the kitchen doorway, looking frazzled with a mumbling Teddy in her arms. The boy's dinner was on a small plate, already mashed or cut up, but the boy seemed to want nothing to do with it.
"Come give him to me, Gin. He looks fussy." Harry stood evading Fred's waving feet, to take the troublesome boy from her arms. Ginny gave Harry a grateful pout, handed over the tray of foods, then bolted up the stairs without another word. Harry shrugged and went to the furthest point in the room, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, and keeping the rest of the sitting rooms occupants in a splatter free zone. Ron took this moment to come down stairs, holding a small blanket Mrs. Weasley had seemed to have made years earlier, in his hands. He was frowning up at the way he'd come, having passed by an upset Ginny.
"What's up with Gin?" Ron asked with clear concern for his sister, and handed the blanket to Romilda, draping it across her lap for her to notice. The girl gave him a warm smile, thanking him and unfolding it carefully, feeling the raised stitches as she moved over them.
"Teddy wasn't cooperating; she must have gone up to relax before dinner. I'll go check on her once Ted's finished." Harry said to his friend without looking away from Teddy, being extremely careful in handing his son mashed potatoes. He was right to be alert, as Teddy giggled at the sight of the fluffy side, and promptly swung it over his head in glee. Harry sighed, admonished the boy lightly before all but shoving peas into the giggling mouth. Ron snorted at both of their faces, Teddy in surprised outraged and Harry with stubbornness. The two boys settled down, Teddy reluctantly eating on his own, and Ron went to sit with Romilda and Hermione. With someone else to keep Romilda company Hermione patted the girls arm before getting up and sitting next to Fred, perched on the edge of the cushion so their hips were side by side.
She looked down at him, smiling at him like a mother trying not to chastise their kid, "Hello, Freddie."
Fred grinned up at her, swinging his feet around above the couch, "'Lo Mione,"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm in a good mood, love. It's not my fault Harry didn't appreciate my advances." Fred scoffed in derision, like Harry had offended him. Hermione rolled her eyes, but patted the cushion in invitation, hoping Fred wouldn't be so stubborn to stay on the floor the rest of the day. He did move though, swinging his feet over her head, this time careful not to collide, and scrambled up to the couch cushions. Hermione waited until he was settled before curling into his side, keeping him in one place.
"Are you really in that good a mood, or are you just bored?" Hermione asked quietly once they had settled together. Fred snorted, squeezing her arm as his hand began tracing lines up and down her side.
"Believe it or not, but I'm in a good mood because this beautiful girl I've been seeing finally stayed the night with me." Fred made sure to whisper quietly, knowing at least three other people could overhear them, and Hermione would get horribly embarrassed if her best friends heard.
"Goodness, you lucky sod, she must have been good." She giggled, nuzzled into his shoulder to hide her face when making the joke. Fred found it horribly endearing, and placed a quick kiss to her temple.
Grinning, Fred dragged his nose down her cheek to whisper in her ear, "Surprised the hell out of me, love. Honestly impressed those glasses didn't break." Hermione stifled another giggle, wrapping her arm around his. "And I was thinking… we had been talking about some pretty, exciting, stuff before you snapped."
Hermione smacked his chest, "I didn't snap, I was just upset."
"Oh, I've heard you upset before, this was banshee level." Fred teased, continuing his finger's path across her hip, tracing the spot he knew was ticklish if she kept his fingers there too long.
"Fine, but getting back to it, yes, it was an important conversation, wasn't it?" Fred grinned at her hedging, obviously waiting for him to bring it up first. He snuck a glance at the other occupants in the room, checking they were all still busy. Being careful not to draw attention to them, Fred tucked his head down to nuzzle into her neck, instantly pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. At the same time, he moved his hand from her hip to walk his fingers across her abdomen.
"You know, we could have started that baby last night."
Hermione's eyes went wide, and she snuck a glance at her friends before turning her head, forcing Fred's lips away from her neck. He made an unhappy noise, leaving his kisses over her cheek once before meeting her lips with his. "Fred, shush, they'll hear-"
"No they won't, we're being quiet."
Hermione still seemed hesitant to say more, but she did walk her own fingers over his, tracing his handprint where it lay on her flat stomach. Even without words, Fred had never heard her so loud. Her tentative movements spoke for themselves, and he almost couldn't handle how excited and sad it made him.
"Do you think we did?" She finally whispered, still not looking away from their hands together.
"Possibly, but we can't know yet, so don't get too excited, Hermione." She nodded for him to know she'd heard, but she still didn't leave his hand alone. They sat in comfortable silence, Fred relaxing into the back of the couch with Hermione tight to his side, both of them angled towards one another.
"Freddie," again her voice was that small, vulnerable one that reminded Fred of a first year Hermione after the Golden Trio's foray into the dungeons of the school.
"Yes?"
"Why am I so anxious to have a baby?"
Fred had no answer, not looking at her to hide the sad expression he knew would be on his face. In truth, he was anxious to have a baby too, but like Hermione, he knew they were too young to have to deal with this. Being in a war definitely made them all grow up, but being a father at twenty one was not a life ambition he had planned for himself. On one hand, he was scared; scared enough to go to his mum and beg her to help. But on the other, he felt right with Hermione, and loved her more than he thought possible. Being there for someone, especially the bright witch at his side, made him feel needed and strong, both things he'd not felt in a long time. So no, a family wouldn't be a bad thing, not with Hermione, but he shouldn't, couldn't, be ready now. Right?
"Maybe," he started slowly, waiting for Hermione to catch on that he was trying to answer her, "maybe we're ready, Mione. This law was made for convenience, not love, but maybe they did something right with us."
Hermione was watching him, he could feel it. Once finished, Fred looked down at her, pecking her nose with a tiny kiss, making her blink quickly. "I think they did too," she whispered lightly, not letting his hand go where they both lay.
They both smiled secretly, and relaxed again before dinner, both happy to know the other felt love for them, even if now wasn't the time to say it aloud.
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Ginny didn't come down stairs until Mrs. Weasley started calling that the light lunch she'd prepared was ready in the garden. Everyone but Fred and Hermione had moved to go outside, both too content where they were to get food. Hermione didn't notice Ginny until the girl was at the bottom of the steps, creeping into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around her middle and her shoulders slumped.
"Ginny?" Hermione popped up from Fred's arms, leaning over him to watch her friend. Ginny froze and looked over at them, relaxing when she saw it was only the two.
"Gin-Gin, what's wrong?" Fred asked his baby sister, sitting up from the back of the couch, unwinding his and Hermione's arms from one another.
"Um, I don't really, Fred, could I talk with Hermione?" Ginny asked much too quietly, but Fred didn't push deciding to leave his sister and fiancée alone. He left a kiss on Hermione's head, and kissed Ginny's cheek quick as he passed her by.
Once he had left, Hermione looked back at Ginny, who had seemed to sink in further at the contact from her brother. "Ginny, you're beginning to scare me." Hermione whispered across the room, and Ginny rushed over, keeping her arms around herself.
"Hermione, I think I'm in trouble." Ginny groaned, sitting so closely to one another she was practically on Hermione's lap. "Maybe not trouble, but I definitely don't know what to do!"
"Ginny, look at me, what happened?" Hermione grabbed her friend's arms and made her stay still before she began hyperventilating.
"I think I'm pregnant!"
Both girls stayed silent in shock, Ginny in surprise she'd been able to say it out loud, and Hermione in pure astonishment. "You're what? Pregnant?"
"Shush! Someone could hear you, besides I don't know for sure. I may have done the spell wrong; it fizzled out weirdly at the end before it even changed colours, so it may have been false. But Hermione, what if I am? What do I do?" Ginny threw her hands in the air, nearly knocking into Hermione's head.
Hermione pushed her friend back into the couch, and threw a blanket over her head like she did to Crookshanks whenever he got rowdy. "Ginerva Molly Weasley, stop moving! If you scream one more word, I will charm your mouth shut." The blanket lump stopped moving altogether for a full minute, before small giggles began from under the afghan. Hermione stared at the lump before she began to giggle too, and eventually both of the girls were collapsing into one another, giggling uncontrollably.
Ginny pulled the blanket off her head, still laughing, "You threw a blanket over me, you nutter."
"Well, you're calmer now, so let's try this again, okay? We'll go have lunch so no one sends a search out for us, enjoy the food, and then we'll go up to your room and I'll do the spell for you, alright? Then you don't have to worry about messing it up when you get nervous." Hermione said more calmly now, rubbing Ginny's back in comfort and support. Ginny gave her friend a watery smile and a happy nod, and fell into a hug.
"That sounds really great, thank you." Ginny sniffed, and they both smiled at one another again before getting up and walking outside to join the family together. They were silent until they got to the front door, when Ginny snagged Hermione's wrist, pulling her back again.
"I'm getting married in two weeks, what if I am pregnant?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and kept going, dragging Ginny behind her, "You won't blow up in two weeks, now go eat too much and we'll deal with this later."
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An hour and a half later, everyone was either going for a game of Quidditch, or lounging in the house. Mrs. Weasley was already scrubbing dishes, reluctantly allowing Tessa to help her this time, the blonde smiling happily as she passed the dry dishes on to her fiancé, who had been dragged into helping. Harry, Ron, Bill, Fred and the just arrived George and Angelina were all on brooms already, their Quidditch game in full swing. Percy was in the house, reading on one of the kitchen chairs, and Audrey had decided to bring Romilda out to the field to keep the players company and keep score. They had asked Ginny to join to make it a fair game, but Hermione had quickly jumped to the rescue, making up an excuse for her and Ginny. They were now up
"Okay, I've silenced the room, the door is locked, we're good to go when you're ready, Gin." Hermione flourished her wand once more at the door, in case one of the twins decided to try and get in. She was well aware of their newest toy that could break a simple locking charm. Ginny was sitting on her bed, the covers pulled up to the headboard haphazardly so both girls could sit down. Hermione instead made her way over to her friend, waiting for her to lie down.
Ginny took deep breaths as she made herself comfortable, and lifted the bottom of her shirt up to expose the skin of her abdomen. She nodded at Hermione to let her know she was ready. Hermione kept her wand over Ginny, and whispered the test spell. It took a moment for the charm to begin, but a gold swirl began from the tip of her wand and made a slow spiral down to reach Ginny, meeting at her belly button. Hermione continued the circular motion, going with the golden swirl, waiting for it to complete.
And to both their amazement, the lovely golden swirl shifted in front of their eyes to a wave of blue, moving from her belly to the tip of Hermione's wand. Both girls gasped, and Hermione let go of her wand, the spell stopping immediately. Neither girl could move; both stuck in the positions they were in, shocked to the core.
"You're,"
"I'm,"
"Yeah,"
"Yup,"
A complete five minutes went by without either saying a thing, Hermione had sat down on the bed, and Ginny had put her shirt down, but her hands were still covering the spot. Suddenly, Ginny burst into tears, covering her face and sobbing in huge breaths. Hermione didn't know what to do, patting her friend in horrible slow pats, waiting for her to calm down. But she was shocked once again when Ginny suddenly stopped sobbing, and her cries turned into happy giggles.
"I'm going to have a baby!" She cried out loud, throwing her hands up like she was on a muggle rollercoaster, a wide, wet grin spread over her face.
Hermione flailed, her hands going around uselessly, "Er, yeah, you are. Is that a good thing, or no?"
Ginny couldn't seem to stop nodding, and smiling, her hands going out to grasp at Hermione's shirt, pulling her in for a hug. "Hermione, I can't decide how to feel; Happy, or excited."
"Oh, so you're not upset? You've confused me a bit at the beginning, honestly." She scoffed at her friend, but hugged her tight, happy her friend was happy. Both were now crying, and holding each other, but neither could stop smiling.
"Oh! And I'm going to be an aunt again!" Hermione gasped. Ginny gave her friend a weird look, but was still smiling, so it ruined the mood.
"Technically, you and Fred aren't married yet, so,"
"Don't you ruin this for me, Ginerva Weasley." Hermione laughed and rolled over her friend so she could lie on the other side of the bed. They were still hugging, curled up with one another and giggling about the baby between them.
Ginny sighed as she put her hand back onto her stomach, "Hermione, I have a baby in here! And I'll have to tell Harry, but I'm so happy right now, I don't even care how he's going to react." Hermione laughed too, imagining Harry's face when his fiancée told him he was going to be a dad. Ginny sighed heavily, but it was so filled with love, Hermione could only grin. "It's too bad you couldn't be pregnant too, we'd be pregnant together."
And Hermione froze. All thoughts of happiness for Ginny and Harry's good news disappeared as her mind went blank, every part of her body focused on the idea that she might be. Which was ridiculous, they'd only slept together for the first time last night. And Fred had just brought up having a baby downstairs for Merlin's sake! There was no reason for her to freeze up at the idea of being pregnant right now. But with Ginny here, with a baby right now, the idea was too real, and she hesitated too long to answer Ginny.
"You, can't be pregnant, right?" Ginny reiterated, stressing her question. Hermione still gaped like a fish, not sure what to say. "Hermione, did you sleep with Fred?!"
"Well, yes," She began, but Ginny cut her off with a slap to the shoulder.
"You little-! Why didn't you say anything? Merlin, that's why you and Fred were being so obnoxiously adorable all day! Oh bloody hell, you left me with mum for an extra two hours this morning to shag, didn't you?" Ginny was almost squealing now, somewhere between angry at not being told and happy she and Fred were so together now.
"Gin! Stop shouting, I don't know how long that Silencing charm actually holds." Hermione smacked a hand over Ginny's mouth, but then smiled, and knew she was blushing terribly.
"Okay fine, I'll tell you if you don't interrupt." Hermione said, giving Ginny the eye. The redhead nodded and stayed quiet, her smile not wavering one bit. So Hermione laid back into the pillows, getting comfortable with her best friend, and began the small story of her and Fred really getting together.
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Pretty cute, right? I rather enjoyed making this chapter, though I'm not the best at portraying cute coupley moments.
I hadn't been planning to have this one done for another week or so, but I ended up with a weird work weekend, so it was done faster than anticipated.
Til next time, AJ