Disclaimer: All characters, places, and spells belong to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. The title to the song "Hurt" belongs to Trent Reznor and Nothing Records and Interscope Records. Copyright infringement is not intended.

A/N: I've been working on this for a few days and hopefully it's up to par. I've just started back to college so a lot of my time is being taken up as of right now. I will try to get everything updated when I can, it's just not guaranteed that it will be right away. I will try though. So, here's the new chapter. I hope that you all like it. The song in this chapter is 'Hurt' by Nine Inch Nails. R&R and enjoy!

Hurt

Hermione had awoken to sunlight streaming through the curtains of George's bedroom. She found herself to be disgruntled at the fact that the sun had the nerve to disturb her sleep and when she opened her eyes completely, she had come face to face with a very awake George. It looked to Hermione like George had been watching her sleep.

"Hey." Her voice sounded rough from sleep.

"Hey." He gave her a small smile.

"How long have you been up?" A yawn had escaped her body as she sat up and stretched.

"A while." She frowned at his short answer. They were doing so well and now it was like he was receding back into himself. George caught the frown that marred her face. "I've been thinking." Hermione didn't know if George thinking was a good thing or a bad thing. "I want to try coming out of my room today."

Hermione smiled. "That's great George!" Her smile fell a little. "Are you sure that you are ready?"

George sat up and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, I don't think the little one can wait much longer before his announcement." He nodded toward the baby bump that had formed upon her once flat stomach.

After finally getting out of bed and getting dressed, Hermione once again had George sitting on the counter in the bathroom, ridding him of facial hair. "Think they will be okay with this?"

"With what? The fact that I'm coming out of my room? Or the fact that you're carrying Fred's child?"

Hermione shrugged. "Either one I suppose. Take your pick."

George sat back against the wall behind him as Hermione started cleaning up. "I think they will be okay with it. With everything I mean. Knowing my family, some might not like that you're preggers, but then again, things have changed, the war is over and everyone who has survived have come out as different people as to who they were going into it." Hermione nodded her head. "If any of them have anything bad to say about it, they will have to go through me first. I won't let them be like that towards you Hermione." He jumped off of the counter and hugged her to himself. "We are in this together. I won't leave you hanging."

Hermione started her way down the stairs, George walking closely behind her. The closer they got, the louder the sound of silverware clinking against mismatched china could be heard. Before they became visible to the silent group around the table, George grabbed a hold of Hermione's shirt, tugging on it. She turned around and gave him a smile when she saw how worried he was. "It will be fine George." She cupped his face with her small hands. "I won't let anything happen to you. They won't do anything to you." Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her. Looking to his feet he nodded his head before following her further down.

When she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, George kept close to her back, almost as if he was trying to hide. "Is there room for two more?" Hermione asked quietly to the room of red heads.

Everyone turned to look at her. Jaws dropped at the sight of George standing behind her. "Oh Hermione! Of course dear. Here, over here." Molly immediately got up and started making plates for both Hermione and George after directing them to a set of chairs by her and Arthur. Hermione allowed George to sit next to his mother while she took the seat next to his, across from Bill and Fleur. Molly set a plate in front of each of them, Hermione's had much more food upon it than she normally had when she ate with the rest of the family, and a couple of cups with tea and water. "My baby." Molly whispered as she kissed the top of George's head before sitting down next to him.

Breakfast had then been a silent and almost awkward affair. Everyone kept glancing over at George, as if they had never seen anything like him before. Or was it that it was like they had all forgotten what he looked like? Or even Fred for that matter? Whatever the reason behind their staring at him, Hermione was sure that it wasn't done on purpose, but knew that it was making George uncomfortable. Hermione was happy that Ron, who had shown up for breakfast for once, kept his mouth shut.

Before breakfast had ended, George slipped his hand under the table and gave Hermione's leg a light squeeze, telling her that it was okay for her to go ahead and make her announcement of the little one. Hermione kept the letter that Fred had written to her on her person at all times, except for when she slept. So, there was really no reason for her to not be unprepared for the moment of truth; the moment that she would tell the family. She knew that George would be by her side in the announcement, no matter what. She was just really nervous and afraid of what the others would say. "Mum?" Molly looked over at her son, as did the rest of the family. Like they were in shock to hear his voice. "I think Hermione has something that she would like to share."

Molly knew what it was that Hermione wanted to share, and was excited to hear her share the news. "What is it Hermione?" Molly didn't want to scare the girl off; she knew that it was big news and something that would scare any girl to share.

Hermione cleared her throat nervously and looked at George for a moment. He nodded his head and squeezed her leg once more in encouragement. "I have something that I would like to show you. That is, before I share anything else with the rest of you. It will help to understand what I'm going to say." Everyone watched her as she pulled out the letter from her pocket. Molly nodded her head, understanding that there had to be more behind the story that she already knew. "I don't want anyone of overreact or anything. Just read it and let it all sink in for a moment before I share what I have to say." She said as she unfolded the letter and passed it on to Molly.

Hermione watched as the letter from Fred had been passed around, watching the reactions from everyone that it had passed by. Molly had begun to cry. Hermione couldn't tell if they were sad tears, or tears of some sort of happiness. Arthur had become pale as soon as he had seen the handwriting and his eyes had too become watery. Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Harry and Ginny had all the same reactions; either beginning to cry, or becoming deathly pale. Nobody had said anything, as Hermione had asked, and kept their heads down, eyes trained on the table.

As soon as the letter had been handed back to Hermione, everyone looked up at her, waiting for more information. She cleared her throat once more. "As you all have read, Fred and I were in a relationship. It was too dark of a time to really let it out that we were together. If word had gotten out, he could have been captured, tortured and killed. We all know that." Everyone nodded in agreement. "As you all read, we had plans but we both knew that things might not have turned out the way we wanted them to. Obviously, one of us didn't make it." She paused to take a drink of water. "I had gotten that letter a few hours before his funeral. And before any of you ask, I didn't want to upset anyone by showing this letter too soon. At this point, I have no choice but to show this now." Questioning stares met her eyes. "I had gotten a letter not too long ago. I had gone out to St. Mungo's to get checked over because I was feeling under the weather." She was having a hard time keeping herself in check. Her emotions were running everywhere at this point and she didn't know how much longer she could do this. So in that, she took a deep breath and carried on with her final statement. "I found out a few days after my appointment that I was three months pregnant…with Fred's child."