Hermione and Fred sat outstretched on their couch, her back against his chest, in the flat they now shared above The Flaming Phoenix. After months of dating and going back and forth from flat to flat, Hermione had finally gathered up the courage to ask Fred to move in. She was afraid of taking him away from George and leaving George roommate-less but Charlie quickly squashed that thought when he proposed to George that he ought to take Fred's old room. He only meant it in a joking manner but George took him seriously and helped Charlie move in not long after.

It was then a year later that Fred proposed, and a few months later that Hermione was officially a Weasley. People were quick to jump to conclusions as to why they married so fast but Hermione only snarled at them. She wasn't pregnant, at least not yet, and the reason for them getting hitched right away after Fred's proposal was because they didn't see any use in waiting. They knew they were it for one another and wanted to officially cement their relationship.

With the wedding came the reconciliation of Molly and Hermione's relationship as well as the mending of bridges between Molly, Bill, and Lavender. It had taken them quite a while to forgive each other but at last, it was done.

Now a whole seven years later, they sat together on their couch as they stared down at their five year old daughter playing with building blocks. Her curly red hair was braided down her back, big brown doe eyes concentrating at keeping her multi-colored building standing tall.

"If you concentrate any harder, love, those wrinkles are gonna be permanent around your beautiful eyes." Fred called out.

"Yes, daddy." Came the reply, her brow still furrowed causing wrinkles around her eyes.

The block tower kept getting higher and higher, and just when the tower started to collapse, Jean held out her hands to catch the blocks only to have them levitate mid-air and rebuild itself.

"Jean Ginerva Weasley." Hermione sat up straighter. "What have we told you about underage magic?"

"Sorry, Mum." Jean was startled which caused to the tower to crumble. "I didn't mean to."

Hermione breathed as she leaned back into Fred. "It's okay, love."

Fred and Hermione weren't married for long before they found out Hermione was pregnant Jean. Everything should have been fine and dandy, a baby was going to be born, but Hermione spent most of her time in worry. She had a difficult pregnancy, always worrying that some werewolf traits would be passed to her daughter but Ginny came to her sister-in-law's rescue and was there for her whenever she needed company. Hermione's blood-pressure was constantly high which compromised the baby's safety so Ginny's positive spirits was always good to keep Hermione in the positive as well.

It was a blessing in disguise when Jean Ginerva was born without the werewolf traits, Ginny crying tears of joy in the hospital room after her niece was born.

Hermione snuggled against Fred, his hands coming around to rub the swell of her again pregnant belly. She smiled, letting her hands rest atop of Fred's and entwined their fingers together. Only six months pregnant, Hermione's belly was clearly visible as their twin boys were growing by the month. This pregnancy was no easier than the first, Hermione even more worried about her boys getting the werewolf traits since it skipped their daughter. Fred thought she was just being paranoid but even their Healer told them it was likely the boys had a higher chance of inheriting some traits.

Of course, Ginny was now back at their side and keeping Hermione as sane as possible.

"What's going on through that mind of yours?" Fred kissed Hermione's temple.

"What's been going through my mind for the past six months?" Hermione countered as she sighed.

Fred sighed as well, shifting so he could turn his wife's head to look at him. "How many times do I have to tell you that everything is going to be alright?" He kissed her forehead. "It doesn't matter if the boys inherit some traits. They're going to be loved whether they gain your furry little problem or not." He chuckled.

Hermione weakly elbowed him, flashing him a grin. "I know." She told him. "But they're going to be bullied and looked down upon by everyone they meet. I don't want that for them."

"As if people would dare bully our children." Fred scoffed. "Their parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins will make sure harm does not fall upon them as soon as they're born."

"And Molly?" Hermione challenged. "She hated me at first, remember? She was terrified for Jean before we all found out she was perfectly healthy. What's not to make her hate me again if and when the boys act like a wolf on the full moon?"

Fred smirked and chuckled. "Don't be daft. Mum learned her lesson ages ago. She loves you and the grandchildren you're giving her."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, gave a quick chaste kiss to her husband, and got comfortable again against him. Fred's hands resumed their position on Hermione's swollen belly as they watched their daughter put away her blocks and retrieve a coloring book and crayons.

They watched on as their daughter colored, their peaceful silence being interrupted as green flames erupted in their fireplace as Harry and Ron stumbled through.

"Uncle Ron! Uncle Harry!" Jean scrambled up from her spot on the floor and hurled herself at her uncles, wrapping one arm each around their waist as they stood side-by-side.

"Hey there little red," Harry greeted his niece. "Having fun today?"

"Mhm."

"I hope you've had lunch already." Ron shook a paper bag in front of her face. "Grandma sent over some sweets for you to enjoy."

"Oh yes, I have!" Jean eagerly swiped the bag from her uncle. When the bag was safely in her clutches, Jean ran back to her spot on the floor and dug through the variety of cookies her Grandma had sent her.

"OI!" Ron shouted. "Don't hog them all. Some are for your Mum and brothers." Jean ignored him, finding her favorite chunky chocolate chip cookies.

"Well then you should have handed them to me first, Ron. Now I'll never get any." Hermione spoke up from her spot on the couch. She would have normally greeted her friends whenever they appeared but her pregnancy was keeping her strictly to her bed or sofa. The Healers didn't want to take the chance of Hermione overworking herself and causing stress for the babies.

"Hello to you, too." Harry laughed. "No need to get up, we'll come to you." He playfully sneered. Hermione rolled her eyes, counting down the seconds until-

"And how is Ron Jr. and Harry Jr. doing today?" Ron and Harry cooed at Hermione's stomach. Both the men never skipped a day where they didn't call the babies by their own name since Hermione and Fred were keeping their names a secret until they were born. Of course, they also hoped that if they said the names enough they would eventually stick after their birth.

"To what do we owe today's visit to?" Fred laughed as his brother and Harry each took a turn to touch Hermione's stomach. "You always come with the latest gossip. What's going on in the outside world?"

"Nothing much." Harry shrugged. He and Ron took a seat on the floor on either side of Jean. "Gin was going to the Burrow so I went to see what Ron was up to. He was on his way here so I tagged along."

"I see." Fred grinned. "So Ron, what's the latest piece of gossip then?"

Ron was thwarted from his attempt at stealing cookies by Jean smacking his hand so he turned his attention to his brother. "Did you know that George and his bird, what's her name, Melanie? Did you know they're getting serious?"

"NO!" Fred would've leapt up from his spot on the sofa except that Hermione was still leaning against him. "He hasn't told me anything!" He whined.

The fireplace chimed, green flames erupting before George stumbled out. "'Lo, family. How's it going?"

"Uncle George!" Jean shouted before anyone could get a word in. Jean sprinted at her third uncle, giving him a hug before running back to her spot on the floor and eating more cookies.

"Lo, mini Granger." George chuckled as he finally turned to his brothers, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law. "Why wasn't I informed about the family reunion?"

"Same reason why Hermione and I wasn't informed on this new bird of yours." Fred shot back with a quick grin so his twin knew he was joking.

"Melanie?" George furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought I told you about her?"

"Nope." Hermione grinned. "Now spill."

George had went on and filled in Fred and Hermione about Melanie Snow. He told them how she snuck up on him and he found himself truly falling for her and even made him think of settling down. They were all happy for him, glad that he had finally found someone to put up with him and his crazy antics. As the months slowly passed, Melanie became a permanent visitor to Hermione and Fred's home whenever she visited with George.

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Hermione was currently alone in the flat, Fred being away at the joke shop with George. Her due date was coming up and her body was becoming more and more restless. The full moon was only three days away and she didn't know how she was going to go through with the upcoming transformation with such an enormous stomach. Her skin was practically crawling, her mind racing, and her energy level was sky high which made her anxious since she couldn't do nothing about it.

The fireplace chimed three times; Charlie and Bill walking gracefully out of the green flames while Tonks stumbled in behind them. She landed on the floor with an oomph! and smiled sheepishly up at Hermione.

"Wotcher, 'Mione." Tonks greeted. Charlie and Bill snorted in amusement at the still clumsy witch, each grabbing an arm and hauling her up to her feet.

Charlie ran The Flaming Phoenix for Hermione since she was once again pregnant with his nephews. He had asked Bill for help once Hermione came clean about her second pregnancy and Bill gladly accepted to relieve some stress from his sister-in-law. The two men had taken to flooing in upstairs to greet Hermione and then continue on their way downstairs to open up the bar. Since Hermione wasn't allowed to leave the flat, their daily pop in's were appreciated.

"Hello, Tonks." Hermione breathed out heavily. "Charlie. Bill." She nodded her head at them. "How's your day going?" She was seated on the couch, leaning forward with her elbows propped on her knees.

"Good." Bill answered for himself and Charlie. "Just thought we'd open the bar up early today. What about you?" He eyed her curiously. "You look highly uncomfortable."

Hermione smiled at him which turned into a grimace when a sharp pain shot through her back. "I'm fine. The two little ones are due in a couple of weeks and the full moon is days away." She sighed as she reached behind herself to rub her back. "My body is not behaving itself."

Tonks look worried, rushing up to sit beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Hermione growled lowly in the back of her throat, Charlie shifting to pulls Tonks away when Tonks stopped him. "Quit the growling, will ya? I'm a Mum myself and I'm not going to hurt you or the babies."

The growling instantly ceased, Hermione coughing to clear her throat. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." Tonks assured her. "I get it. The need to protect your young by any means necessary runs strongly through your veins."

Charlie and Bill looked uncomfortable with the way the conversation turned into mummy talk so they slowly started to back away. "Well if you're okay, 'Mione, we're just going to head on down." Charlie mumbled.

Hermione waved them away. "Yes, yes. Go on." With one last smile, Charlie and Bill were out the door.

Hermione let out a huge breath, her hands now rubbing her stomach up and down. "Are you sure you're okay?" Tonks asked again.

"Mhm. Yeah." Hermione breathed out heavily through her nose. "I'm just uncomfortable. I haven't been able to get comfortable since early this morning." Tonks reached around and added pressure the the small of Hermione's back. "Oohh." Hermione moaned. "That feels wonderful."

Tonks snorted and continued to add pressure to her back. "I know you're the smartest witch of your generation, 'Mione, but don't you think you might be in labor?"

"No, no." Hermione quickly denied. "I still got a few more weeks. The babies wouldn't be coming toda- oohh. This really hurts."

Tonks grinned. "Should I send for Fred now or after we have you situated at Mungos?"

"Mungos first, Fred later." Hermione gripped Tonks' hand as the witch helped her to her feet.

"What about Charlie and Bi-.."

"Tonks! Get my bags from the room and get me to Mungos." Hermione growled.

With a twitch of the lips, Tonks quickly hid her grin as she accio'd Hermione's bags from her room. Hermione gripped Tonks' forearm as the witch apparated them to the Maternity ward at St. Mungos and then Tonks was finally free to go retrieve Fred and the rest of the family.

After hours and hours of snarling, grunting, groaning, and growling; Hermione and Fred were the proud parents of two healthy identical twin boys. They had the exact hair coloring, a deep reddish brown, full lips that reminded Fred of their Mother, and a batch of freckles that ran over the bridge of their noses and onto their cheekbones.

After being cleaned up and fed so they were content, the rest of the Weasley and Potter clan were finally able to truly welcome Lucas Arthur and Jackson Lawrence into the world.

The End.