Hey, so I updated chapter 1. I know it's been ages, but I'm slowly working through the chapters, and then I'll actually start posting new ones.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K. ROWLING.

Hermione woke up to the sound of gentle snoring, her body heavy. She looks down to see an arm wrapped around her, her body aching everywhere, as she stifles her sigh. She felt tired, even though she'd slept all night. Her eyes slowly trailed over him. His red hair scattered across the pillows, his face perfectly at peace, his lips slightly parted. He looked a lot younger like this. She suddenly groaned, her hands reaching up to cover her face as she recalled the night before.

"Mione?" She turned to find Fred standing in the doorway of her room. She wiped her cheeks, hastily, taking a deep breath as she bit her lip. She was not going to cry over this. He knelt in front of where she sat on the bed, his eyes taking in her reddened cheeks, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She replied, her voice slightly shaking. She looked away from his piercing eyes, her ears turning bright red.

"You think you can fool me?" He laughed. "Now tell me what's wrong before I'm forced to take drastic measures."

She couldn't help but laugh, before smiling at her best friend. Ever since Ron had died in the war, Fred had filled the gaping hole, he'd left behind. That had been a year ago, and yet she still had nightmares about those awful months. People had become busy in their own lives, but Fred had stuck by her.

"It's stupid." She said softly, sniffling despite herself.

"Please, Mione." He looked at her with concern. "Nothing you say, can be as bad as you think."

She took a deep breath, gaining her wits.

"I was thinking how I'm nineteen years old, and have never had sex." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks bright red. "I mean I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but I just realized I could have died a virgin…The war has made me realize so much… I just want to be loved at least once before I die…but who'd want to shag me?"

Fred said nothing, his jaw clenched, and she knows he's trying not to laugh. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, and it send him over the edge.

"You're right, that was stupid." His voice was filled with laughter, his cheeks pulled up into a glorious smile. She was about to murder him, when he suddenly spoke, stopping her in mid-movement.

"It was stupid of you to think no man would ever shag you." His hands slid forward, gripping her knees.

"It was stupid of you to think that no man would be willing." He moved closer to her, his hands sliding up her thighs.

"It was stupid of you to think such things...when you have a perfectly good man right in front of you, who would love to shag you." His voice ached with sincerity, as his hands gripped her waist.

"Fred-." She was abruptly cut off with a kiss; Fred's lips pressed hard against her's, his hands tangled in her hair. She kissed him back almost too readily. Almost as if, she'd been waiting her whole life for that moment.

She could hardly think. All there was, was Fred. Without even thinking, she pulled him on to the bed, with her, his body pressing down against her's. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, begging entry into her mouth, her own lips parting wider for him. Her own tongue swirled around his. He tasted absolutely heavenly. She suddenly bit down on his lip, making him gasp, before he pulled away, panting.

"When did you become such a great kisser?" His voice was husky, raw, and incredibly sexy.

"I think I just have an incredible partner." She smiled radiantly, her heart racing in her chest.

He took a deep breath, before slowly sliding a hand down her chest, feeling her breasts above her shirt. She gasped, biting her lip in shock. No sooner had he touched her, was he pulling off her shirt, gently, his eyes taking in her bare torso. She blushed, her bare breasts exposed. She hadn't worn a bra. She didn't need to. Her breasts were small, but Fred didn't seem to mind. His hands slid over her hardened nipples, making her moan. Her cheeks burned, but something had begun to clench between her legs, and she ached with need for him to touch her more.

"Fred." She whispered softly, her voice filled with longing, but tinged with nervousness. "I'm scared."

"Hermione." He moaned her full name. And that was all she needed. Her hands pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion.

She pressed her hips up against his, her back arched in pleasure. She could feel his desire, pressing against her thigh, and she was surprised at the sound he made, as she ran a hand over his hardness. She wanted him, more than anything. And he obviously wanted her.

She felt his hands slide across her waist, down to the button of her pants. He looked at her, his eyes pools of desire as he kissed her softly.

"Please Hermione…let me be your first." His voice was so raw, and filled with a need, that made Hermione moan.

As he undid the button, she arched her hips up, letting him slide her pants off, along with her panties. And then she was naked. Beneath Fred Weasley. Her best friend. His eyes trailed over body, making her legs clench even more tightly. She could feel what his eyes were doing to her. She feel the familiar slipperiness between her thighs, as she clenched them tightly.

"Hermione…you are so beautiful." He seemed almost awed.

His hands slid down to his own pants, undoing the belt, before he slipped out of his pants, sliding off his briefs as well. Her eyes slid over his obvious erection, and she looked back at his eyes. He stared back into hers, as he slowly spread her legs…

That was the last thing she remembered. Her mind had gone blank passed that, but she was already shaking. She looked down at Fred once more.

"Fred." She shook his shoulder, before suddenly yelping as the arm around her tightened.

"Time for sleep, Granger." He mumbled his hand running up and down her arm.

"No, it's time to wake up." She laughed, as she can't help but think how cute he is in the morning.

"Fred..." Her voice trailed off as she turned bright red, before saying softly. "Thank you."

"For what? Shagging you?" He suddenly poked his head up, propping himself up with one hand. She nodded her head, sitting up.

"Granger…you know I'm with Angie." His words, made her clench, her hands going into fists.

"I know." She said softly. How could she forget? The guilt had been eating away at her, for the few moments she'd actually remembered their little love affair. Fred and Angie had been together for three months now.

"Good." Her leaned up, pecking her cheek, smiling softly.

"I have to get ready for work." She sighed, running a hand through her crazy hair, before rising to her feet.

"Yeah, George will want me at the shop." His voice shook, and she turns to find his eyes, trailing up and down her body, much as they had last night. She flushed, covering herself with the blanket.

"I have already seen all of you Granger." He laughed, smirking. "And it was quite the view.

She watched him climbed out of bed, giving her a full view of him. He spun in a circle laughing loudly.

"Now you can see all of me in broad daylight." He smirked, as he flashed her a wink.

"Put some clothes on." She looked away from her, but she can't get the image of him naked out of her head.

"What if I don't want to?" He teased. She looked at him with amusement, a glint in her eyes.

"I'll hex you, and then toss you just as you are into the hallway." She said, matter-of-factly. "Leave you for your mother to find."

"Lighten up, Granger." He laughed, grabbing his clothes. She can't help but feel a tinge of sadness as he covers up his beautiful body.

Once he's dressed he crosses the room slowly, grabbing her from behind. She gasped softly, standing in only her bra and panties.

"Until next time, Granger." He whispered against her ear. She hears the pop of him apparrating, and finds herself alone once more in her bedroom.

Week passed by. And she accepted that all it would be was a one night stand. That's all she wanted, right? Just to have sex?

Fred was of course a good sport about it all. He joked about reliving it sometime, but she knew he was kidding. Things with Angie were getting serious, so nothing ever happened.

It wasn't until two months after that night, that she even realized something was wrong. She had gone into the bathroom to shower, when she saw them; a brand new box of tampons sitting on the counter.

"I bought some new ones, dear." Mrs. Weasley said, suddenly behind her.

"Of course." She said softly.

She smiled her thanks... and that was when it struck her. She felt a feeling of dread, as she slowly opened the drawer that had been set aside for her. There, sitting inside it, was an unopened package of tampons, the receipt on the box still. The date read two months ago.

She tried to remember the last time she'd been on my period, and frowned. She couldn't. But that was crazy. Her periods were always regular…and that could only mean one thing…

She dropped the box, her hands shaking as she ran to her room. She could hardly think as she stuffed her wallet and I.D. in her purse, before running down the stairs.

"In a hurry, Granger?" Fred called from the couch. His voice sent a jolt through her. She flashed him a look, and he sits up, slightly startled.

"Shut the hell up." She growled, through her teeth.

"What's wrong?" He asked. His voice was filled with amusement. And it's more than she can bear.

She apparated to the nearest drug store, not bothering to look as she grabs one of those damned rectangle boxes. Oh god, please let me be wrong. She pleaded softly to herself, as she checks out of the store.

She hurried out into the night, walking down an alley before apparrating directly to the Weasley's bathroom. Thankfully, no one was in it. Her hands shake as she does her business, her heart pounding all the while. She sets the little stick down on the sink, pacing the length of the room. The five minutes, seem to drag on for ages when, her watch finally beeped. She took a deep breath, before looking down at the stick.

"Two lines." She whispered. She took a ragged breath, looking at the box. Fear runs through her.

"Shit, shit, shit." She curse, putting her head in her hands. This couldn't be happening. She was only nineteen. She'd only had sex once…and now she was carrying Fred Weasley's child.

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