The Marriage Law - A Harry Potter Fanfic

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After that insanely awkward moment we played in the snow for a long time, eventually heading in. My shaking fingers fumbled with my coat and Fred's fingers quickly took over. George and Ginny quickly left the room and we were left alone.

"You're soaked."

"Do you have any spare clothing?"

He grinned "I don't wear this outfit everyday."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed softly as I pulled my arms out of my coat and he hung it up. I sat down and yanked off my boots before standing "Do you have dry clothes that I could borrow? Or does Ginny?"

Fred held out his hand without a word and pulled me upstairs. George gave out a wolf whistle and I stopped "Hold on Fred."

He paused and I looked around the corner at George. He smiled sweetly and I held up my hand, giving him the finger. He scoffed as I smiled going back up the stairs

"Rude Granger!!! That was rude!!"

I smiled as Fred snickered going up the last of the stairs and opening the door. We walked in and I could smell Fred in this room, just Fred...it was...intoxicating

"There's women's clothing in the closet and dresser on the left side."

"May I ask whose they are?"

"My fiancé's."

"Your first fiancé?"

"Yeah, The one I want to marry, I haven't spoken or seen Angie in over a month, possibly two."

"Is that the one you want to marry?"

"No, no, I'd rather just be friends with her."

I nodded and spoke quietly "You don't mind me wearing her clothing?"

"Not at all, I just don't want Angie to wear any of it."

I nodded and walked over to the closet "Wait, she's not dead right?"

He came over behind me "No, she's not, I promise."

"No?"

He grinned wrapping his arms around my waist gently. He touched my stomach gently and rested his chin on my head "I promise, she's most definitely alive."

I reached forwards and pulled open the closet, I blinked as I took in the clothing. This woman had decent taste in clothing, but it was nothing I'd normally wear. I closed the closet and murmured softly "You'll need to let go Fred, and go out. I don't fancy changing in front of you."

Fred pulled away and stammered softly "S-sorry, I'm just um... gonna grab my dry c-clothes."

He bolted over and grabbed some clothing and quickly went into the bathroom. I smiled and opened the dresser. Now this clothing was perfect, whoever did this was amazing.

I quickly grabbed some clothing and tried to pull off the tight plaid blouse. I got stuck part way and sighed softly "Fred? Help?"

The door opened and he came out, tossing his wet clothing into a laundry hamper as he hurried over "What happened?"

"I'm stuck, Pansy made me wear this stupid blouse and it's wet and I can't get the bloody thing off."

He laughed softly and grabbed the cuff of one of the sleeves "Here you go."

We got my arms free and I turned around my fingers brushing against his bare skin. Fred caught my hand gently, trapping it against his bare chest. My eyes ran over every inch of his gorgeous chest and my breathing became faster. I looked up at him after a minute "What?"

He pulled away and murmured softly "Nothing, I'm going to go downstairs, call me if you need me."

I nodded and he pulled away slowly. He turned and left the room, pulling on a shirt as he went. I quickly got dressed, discarding my clothing on the side of the tub before slowly making my way downstairs. I stopped and listened turning as I heard someone sobbing...Fred...

"George...it's so hard!!"

"I know, I know...breathe..."

"She's so beautiful, and so clueless."

Ginny spoke "Fred, she loves you so much. I can tell, just because she doesn't remember doesn't mean she doesn't know. She can't remember, but her body knows your touch, your smell, your voice, her face lights up when someone mentions you. When your hand brushes hers she blushes..."

Fred whispered softly "She doesn't know..."

"She does Fred, she's confused by how she's so attracted to you...I've known her for years, I know everything that goes through her mind."

"I want to hold her, and sleep with her, I want to marry her...I can't get her out of my head..."

"Hermione will find out soon enough, you just have to give her time."

"We don't have time!! I need to tell people that's my baby, or I'll be married off to Angie and I won't forgive myself. But if she can't remember us, magic, the Ministry, Hogwarts, then it'll be absolutely impossible. I'll lose her, and she won't even know..."

George snorted "She certainly will when that baby comes out with bright red hair."

Fred sort of laughed and I slowly turned and went back upstairs. What just happened? I opened the bedroom door and went over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Oh god...my head was spinning...

I laid down and thought silently. Ginny had known me for years, Fred was my not so dead boyfriend, which explained why Pansy made me wear skimpy underwear. And I was pregnant with his child, and if I didn't remember that...stuff then Fred would have to marry that other woman.

There was so much pressure...from people I didn't know. Did Pansy and Blaise know? They had to if they knew the Weasleys. I'd been lied to...

I'd been lied to...for how long? How long had I been lied to about this? I gasped softly and pulled up my shirt tracing my fingers over a long scar on my stomach

Miscarriage...Pansy said miscarriage again...

I gasped softly, covered my mouth, and cured into a ball, cradling my stomach. I sobbed softly curling up tighter, I laid there for what felt like ages before there was a knock on the door "Hermione?"

A soft wail left my mouth and the door was thrown open "Mione!!"

I was suddenly in someone's arms and a hand brushed my hair back "Mione, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Fred...I was in Freddie's arms, his arms were around me. I rolled and wrapped my arms around him tightly "Everywhere...everywhere Freddie..."

"Can you stand? We need to get to the hospital."

I sobbed softly "No, it doesn't hurt like that."

Fred cooed softly brushing my hair back "What's the matter then? Hermione, please...talk to me."

"Our baby...our baby..."