A/N So this is the last chapter. Its random and well... random lol.

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed and especially to the girls at the twin exchange. Without them this story would never have existed. And special special thanks to Grande.Vanilla.Skim.Latte for basically telling me what to write when our crazy ideas were weighing me down and I couldn't focus on just one. This last craziness is dedicated to her...

Eight months later…

Ginny sat in front of her family. Her entire family. Fred, George and Percy had returned at her emergency request. Her now swollen belly pressed against the edge of the table and her hands worked nervously at knitting a bootie. They all stared at her, waiting to hear what she had to say. Molly sat next to her husband, tenderly stroking his knee. Things had improved tenfold for them in the last couple of months, beginning not long after Hermione and the girls moved to Romania.

Unable to put it off any longer, Ginny put down her knitting and reached to take her boyfriend's hand.

Seamus smiled at her reassuringly and they both turned to the depressed man sitting as far from them as possible.

"Seamus and I are getting married. The baby… is his."

Everyone stared at her in shock. Harry pushed away from the table and stalked out of the room.

No one had been more surprised then he when Ginny had announced that she was pregnant and it wasn't Harry's, mostly because Ginny was supposed to be marrying him. No one suspected anything when, a month later, her and Seamus took up together, thinking it was a coincidence. It never crossed their minds that he was the father.

Everyone listened as the couple told their story. It came out that her and Seamus had met up in a bar the night the twins were born. Ginny had stormed off from Harry after the worst fight they had ever had. They both had widely different views on Hermione's current predicament. To Harry, the bushy haired bookworm could do no wrong, but Ginny was furious with her friend, with the way she carelessly used her brothers. They had fought, Harry tirelessly defending his friend, while Ginny called her every nasty name under the sun. She had stormed out, right into the waiting arms of Seamus Finnigan. She knew it was wrong, and he knew she was with Harry. But Ginny figured if Hermione could do it, so could she. And Seamus was a man, he was weak.

Ginny smile apologetically to Hermione and Hermione smiled back. They hadn't seen each other in months, Hermione living in Romania and all.

But Hermione had a small idea of what she was going through, she would stand by her friend.

Charlie sat next to Fred, bouncing Emma on his knee, the baby girl laughing and giggling.

"Hey, Emma," Fred said quietly. All conversation and wedding plans stopped a moment before starting again a half second later. "I'm your uncle Fred."

Hermione looked up from where she sat giving Bonnie her bottle. She and Fred's eyes locked together and without a shadow of a doubt, Hermione knew she still loved him. Despite sharing a house and children with his two eldest brothers, despite lusting after Percy, despite Ron taking her virginity and her emotional affair with Arthur, Hermione loved Fred the most.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw George watching them, a curious look on his face.

"You two really love each other, don't you?" he said, capturing the attention of all those in the room. Bill and Charlie had long accepted that, while they lived together as a family and all loved each other very much, past sex, Hermione wasn't interested in them, romantically. But if Fred could make her happy, they were happy for her.

Hermione's eye teared instantly, at everything she had lost and all the things she may yet have.

"Yes, I love him very much."

All eyes turned to Fred, waiting for his response, waiting to see if he could forgive her.

"Fred?" George prompted.

"I love you, Hermione." He was out of his seat and at her side in an instant. Carefully avoiding the baby, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly, drinking in her taste that he had missed these long nine months.

Everyone cheered but stopped instantly when Harry bashed back through the doors. He glared at the happy couples and stalked up to his room.

Ginny sighed and followed him.

They hadn't spoken. Not once her entire pregnancy.

Flashback

"I'm pregnant."

"It isn't mine."

"What – how do you know?"

"I'm sterile. It seems all those Avada Kedavra curses had an effect after all."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

"I can't be here, with you. Just get out. Never speak to me again."

End Flashback

She knocked lightly on his door and pushed through, not waiting for a response.

He sat on his bed, staring out the window, lost in thought, in his grief, in his anger.

"Please be happy for me."

"I can't."

"He's a good man. He'll be a good father."

"I could have been a great father, Ginny."

"Harry, don't do this to yourself."

"I'm sorry if my depression is upsetting you."

He turned away from her, back to the window where rain clouds were gathering and the wind was howling.

"I'm getting married on Sunday. I really want you there."

Silence.

Sunday

Hermione winked at Fred as she made her way up the aisle. She was, of course, Ginny's Maid of Honour. Honour, yeah right.

He smiled brightly back, so happy to finally have her all to himself, not having to share her with anyone, even George. She was moving back to England, with the girls and they would all live together in a cute little cottage down the road they had picked out yesterday. Bill and Charlie knew it was the right thing to do. They loved the girls and would always be their father, but they also knew that their daughters need a safe, stable home.

The wedding march swelled from the hired band and Ginny made her way down the aisle. Though she smiled, the tears in her eyes didn't seem like happy tears.

She took her spot next to Seamus. There was no denying the sheer panic in his eyes. They moved through their vows and were just coming to the rings when a loud crack rang through the air and the boy-who-lived appeared, waving a piece of paper wildly above his head.

"Stop! Stop the wedding!"

Everyone turned to stare at him as he tore down the aisle and gently pulled Ginny away from Seamus.

"I'm the father! I'm the father!" he cried. "I'm not sterile!"

A few snickers sounded through the crowd but most were too intrigued to make a peep.

"Don't be mad, but I while you slept last night, I took some of your hair and the hospital tested it for paternity of the baby, just in case. And the results came back and I'm the father!" While he babbled, Ginny's smile grew wider and true happy tears filled her eyes. "So they tested me again, and I'm not sterile!"

"I can't believe you're here." Ginny was stunned, not seeing far past the fact that Harry was standing before her.

"Yeah, well, you said you wanted me here." Harry smiled.

Ginny could hardly let herself be happy, for this didn't forgive her indiscretion.

As if reading her mind, Harry kissed her deeply then shook his head.

"I don't care, I love you. I just want us to be happy. Together."

They smiled and embraced to the cheers of the guest and the relieved sigh of Seamus.

"Oh and there's something else," Harry whispered in her ear over the crowd. "We're having twin babies."