Harry smirked a little. "damn i look good." he teased looking over the picture, which showed Harry arched against the bed, blushing hard looking so pleasured it hurt, Adrien laying next to him, dragging the flaming whip across Harry's belly. "damn, this caught Adrien's dark side well!" George teased grinning. "and your ass DOES look good in a skirt." then he smacked Adrien upside the head. "and that's for making my boys think they had even the slightest chance of getting me in one you dork." "well we certainly suffered for it." Draco bitched looking down at his own skirt, Fred snickering as he tried to keep the many hickeys on his neck covered.
"Anyway." Fred murmured sounding almost sad. "i have news..." he admitted glancing at George and back to the floor. "i went to the doctors last night, because i was having some pretty bad stomach cramps and i was getting sick and stuff..." his tone grew more and more pained with every word. "turns out, i'm..." "oh god your dying aren't you!?" Draco demanded, flying into a panic. "i knew we shouldn't have tested things on you! George this is all your fault!" "my fault!? he volunteered!! besides he's not dying!...are you?" "i'm not dying." Fred promised closing his eyes. "i'm pregnant." and then he was laughing at Draco, George, and Harry's faces who all looked stunned and relieved. "You Arse! i was really worried!" George complained snuggling Fred. "were gonna have a baaaaaby."