|The Warmth of Summer
Author: Jack of the North PM
While dating Ron, Hermione and Fred experience a drunken night together. Five months later Hermione returns to a hurt Ron and Fred. Will they be able to stick it out through her pregnancy? Chapters are short and will stay that way.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Hermione G. & Fred W. - Chapters: 23 - Words: 14,271 - Reviews: 205 - Favs: 113 - Follows: 50 - Updated: 02-22-08 - Published: 01-30-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4044128
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or locations. I am not trying to profit off of this in any way. Same goes for the rest of the chapters.
A/N My first Fred story. I was hesitant. I know what you're thinking; another Hermione story. But some authors only right Dramione or SSHG so I don't feel so bad. These chapters will be short. But I do update often-ish. At leas twice a week usually about 3 or 4.
"Can you wait here?" she asked suddenly of the tall man standing next to her.
"Sure," her father answered. "We'll wait right here."
Hermione smiled gratefully at her parents and pushed through the doors.
Almost immediately a Weasley twin was by her side.
"Hi, can I help – Hermione?" It was Fred. Not George. Two ears, not one.
"Hey Fred," Hermione said nervously.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. They both stood still, not stepping towards each other, not stepping away.
"I um, is there somewhere we can talk?" Hermione asked. "Out the back or up stairs?"
"Yeah, of course." Fred turned and led Hermione passed a very confused George up the stairs to the flat they lived in.
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked again. It was taking all his energy to not take her and shake her and yell at her for putting him through hell for the past five months.
"Something's happened and my parents thought, and I agreed, that you all had a right to know. And I wanted to tell you first, on your own." Hermione refused to look him in the eye.
He was worried now; thoughts of illness and disease filled his mind.
"You're sick," he guessed.
Hermione laughed bitterly. "If only."
"What is it? Tell me for goodness sake before I go crazy," Fred demanded.
"Remember that night that we…?" She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Of course Fred remembered. It had been all he thought a bout since she left to get her parents from Australia and never came back.
"Well remember how drunk we were? And how when I asked if you'd used a charm you couldn't remember?"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Fred cried. "You are not pregnant."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not!" Hermione stared at Fred in amazement; she thought her dad had been bad with denial but Fred won.
Without a second thought she took off her coat and stripped off the dress she wore underneath. She stood in front of Fred in her underwear, her once flat stomach protruding noticeably; her previously flat breasts round and full.
"Congratulations; you're going to be a daddy."
"Oh my Gods," came George's shocked voice from the top of the stairs. "When did you two have sex? Ron is going to kill you Fred!"