It had been weeks since I had met Fred and George, and we had been spending each day together. Infact, it was about 3 weeks. And I had still not had my period. I didn't tell them that though. I enjoyed our peaceful afternoons together and telling them could change everything. Mess it all up. They might think that I had so easily submitted to them that I would to everyone else. But it wasn't true. They were the first.
But...I'd have to tell them eventually...wouldn't I? Tomorrow, I promised myself. If it doesn't happen tonight I'll tell them tomorrow. I passed the night going to the bathroom checking every hour on the hour. I had to know. It had to happen though. The small had flicked onto 9 pm and I hopped up to the bathroom again, but before I could reach it a hand wrapped around my arm.
"Hon.. whats wrong" I looked up into my brothers worried eyes.
"I just. Its nothing. Something disagreed with me" I pulled my arm away walking toward the hall, but I heard foot steps behind me.
"Nothing diagrees with you every hour on the dot. Somethings wrong, and I want the truth, now." His voice was soft but I knew that he'd know if I lied.
"You. Don't have to worry about it." I tried to lie but his gaze was burning me. "Well. You know the twins? That I've been hanging out with lately?"
"Yeah, they seem like nice guys. Why?"
Tears welled up and I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Well, a few weeks ago we had...fun. And I still haven't gotten my...thing."
His gaze got stronger and was burning into me. He didn't say a word and merely walked out of the house.
Just 10 minutes later he came back. Clutched in his hand was a small, white paper bag.
"Here. Take this in the morning." He said crushing it up against me.
"I. I. What is it?"
"You know what" And with that I decided to get to bed.
Morning came too soon. The sun seemed to be dim, reflecting my mood. With shaking hands I walked into the bathroom. I took the test out of the bag and fallowed the directions. 5 minutes I would know. Just 5. But it seemed that the clocks hands were stuck, not ticking, the minutes not passing.
A small tear streamed down my face as the result showed. What would happen now? I went to the one person I knew I could turn to. The one I knew that could help. I shuffled down the hall into my brothers room, knocked the door open, and jabed his shoulder.
"Whaz goin' on" he mumbled, not fully awake. I jabed his arm again.
"There was a little pink plus" tears were coming harder now.
He sprung up now and looked at me, his eyes looking and suspecting a lie. His arms wrapped tightly around me. I laid my head down on him and cried harder.
"It'll be okay, hon" he said "It'll all be okay."
"But. they're. gonna hate. mee!"
"No they won't"
"Yes. they. will! I'm so. terrible. I don't even know. Which one. Is the. Dad!" I was wailing and my breath came in gasps.
I felt his jaw tighten against me but I knew he wouldn't say anything about it. "I'm sure whichever it is will love the child. You need to tell them"
He continued to consoul me until the tears stopped and my breathing was normal. I then got up and left his room.
I dressed myself slowly, not bothering with good appearences today. I just slid on a pair of comfy jeans and a large hoody belonging to one of the twins. I flipped up the hood and walked out the door. I walked as slowly as I could toward the Weasly househould where Molly was outside in the garden.
"Hello, dear!" she shouted at me.
I waved at her, unsmiling.
"Are Fred and George home?" I asked
"Why yes! They're in their room! And I just made fresh cookies, help yourself!"
"Uhm. I. Thank you" Now isn't the right time to tell her... I thought as she hummed behind me and I grudgingly walking to the twins' room
