Chapter 1 : Fight For It
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It was 3 months ago that I found myself grieving over the loss of my mother, 2 months since I found myself to be pregnant, and 1 month since I found myself married to the most unlikely of people. Yes, the night of my mother’s funeral I made one of the most influential decisions of my life. It changed the course of everything that I had planned, imagined, and dreamed up for my life. I never anticipated that I would sleep, let alone marry, Fred Weasley. But I was left no choice, neither of us was. It was a mistake, a quick decision during my grief over the death of my mother. A mere 15-second “Oops.”
But once I found out I knew my next step, telling Fred. Neither of us could have imagined that this would happen. Then I did the only thing I could think of at that moment, I got down on one knee and asked him to marry me. It really was the only mature choice. He agreed. Telling everyone was awkward, especially for Ron. I had feelings for him; the life I had planned for myself had him beside me. But maybe my picture was a little blurry because here I find myself walking up a flight of wooden stairs up into the apartment above Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes…my new home.
I dropped my duffle bag down on the floor beside the door and walked around the living room. At least the place had plenty of room for the 3 of us, in a few months the 4 of us. I was 3 months pregnant, and thank goodness I wasn’t showing yet. Fred and I weren’t sure of how we were going to break that news to everyone. I walked through the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I drank a little of it, my throat was parched. Fred would get here in an hour, which gave me a little while to get settled in.
“Okay, 3rd bedroom on the…right?” I said to myself, trying to remember which one belonged to Fred.
“That would be my room,” George said smoothly from the doorway to the kitchen. He came in and mimicked my actions, getting a glass of water and drinking a little.
“Okay,” I said as I set my glass on the counter and went to leave the room. He furrowed his brow and stared at me. It irritated me; I turned around and stared back at him.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Umm,” George muttered as he traced the rim of the glass with his finger, “I just don’t get it is all.” He moved his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Fred.” The statement hit me like a ton of bricks. I had a sinking feeling that everyone was thinking the same thing, why them? But it was now confirmed and it made me sick to my stomach. I stared at the floor for a moment, trying to keep from getting dizzy. I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep from crying. Then I turned my head sharply to George, I wanted to get the message across that I didn’t want to talk about it. I huffed out of the room, grabbed my bag from beside the door, and marched to Fred’s room. I threw the bag into the closet and lay down on the bed. I wanted to cry, I was in a house of nearly complete strangers. Sure I had known them both for a long time but I didn’t know too much about them.
Looking back I probably should have listened more, but I had no clue that this would be my future. I didn’t fall asleep but I let my mind drift off to a different place; I was no longer in Fred Weasley’s bedroom, I was at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron were playing Wizard’s Chess in front of the fire and I was sitting on the couch behind them reading. That was what I wished for right now. It had been 3 years since Hogwarts but I missed that place more and more each day.
“Hun?” Fred questioned from the doorway. It made me feel awkward when he called me that. An uneasy smile played on my lips as I rolled over so that I could see Fred. He smiled back and walked over to the bed. He sat down and ran a hand through my hair; it felt nice.
“I’m fine.” I whispered back. I sat up and stretched, I wasn’t sure how long I had been lying down.
“You umm, all unpacked?”
“Oh, I forgot. I’ll go-”
“No, let me.” Fred said. He got up from the bed and started to put my duffel bag full of clothes in the dresser on the other side of the room. I couldn’t help but smile at him, he really was trying to make this work and it was all for me. I got up from the bed and wrapped my arms around him.
“Thank you Fred.” He patted my hand and continued to unpack my bag for me.
“What? For unpacking your clothes? I quite like that,” he said with a smile to his voice as he held up one of my bras. I shoved my foot into the back of his knee and he laughed.
“For agreeing to all of this, I know it’s not what you wanted.”
“Hey,” he turned around to face me, “I know that you think I’m some immature guy that, I don’t know but I’m sure there is something. Anyway, just know that I can own up for the decisions I make.” He cupped my face with his hands.
“Understand?” He made my head nod yes and then he went back to unpacking my things. I laughed and headed back toward the kitchen, if I was going to be a mother than I needed some experience in the kitchen. Unfortunately for everyone else cooking was never something I had been skilled at. After slaving in the kitchen for Lords know how many hours we sat down to dinner that night, though crusted and burnt, they both ate it without complaint.
I enjoyed their company. They were both funny and had a way of lightening the mood of any situation. But I could sense that something was wrong the whole night. Fred sat oddly rigid and his eyes darted around the room wildly. We were all sitting in the living room with a strong fire blazing in the fireplace. I drank my cup of tea, normally I didn’t like tea but now I always seemed to have a taste for it. I took a sip and looked over at Fred. He had his head in his hands and appeared tense, I wanted to comfort him but George was in the room; it would probably be awkward for him. Then out of nowhere Fred snapped up and gazed right at me.
“Hermione, I’m sorry,” he said with pain in his voice, “but I can’t keep secrets from George.” He took my hands in his and squeezed them gently. My heart was pounding hard and it took everything in me to breathe normally. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Was he going to divorce me? After only a month? What would happen to the baby? I couldn’t even imagine the possibilities at the moment, I was working to hard to breathe steady. Finally I got up the strength to nod to him, he had been staring at me the whole time as if he wanted something. He nodded back at me and then moved his eyes to George.
George was sitting on the other side of the room in a chair opposite Fred. He was looking between the two of us with bewilderment, it was apparent he had no idea what was going on.
“George,” Fred took in a big breath and let it out slowly, “Hermione is pregnant.”
“Well there’s my answer to ‘how was the honeymoon guys.’”
“No George,” Fred looked up for a minute and then back at George, “it was the night after Hermione’s Moms funeral. She’s nearly 3 months-”
“No Fred I am exactly 3 months today,” I corrected him.
“Sorry, she is 3 months along.” George nodded slowly and blinked fast, clearly processing all of this information. He opened his mouth several times as if he was about to say something and then changed his mind. Finally he scooted forward in his seat and ceased his brow.
“Who else knows?”
“No one, except you.” George nodded again and rested his head in his hands, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair.
“Do you plan on telling everyone?” Fred looked over at me for the first time in several minutes and the seriousness of George’s question sent chills down my spine. I stared straight into Fred’s eyes and down into the parts of his soul that I knew belonged to me. The special bond we now shared because of this child growing inside me.
“We will have to tell them,” I said with an intensity that I wanted to make sure Fred could sense,” soon.”