Hi everyone. So this is my second m-preg fic. Review?

Thunder boomed in the sky, as rain poured down on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Night had fallen; the skies were dark and cloudy, and lighting often cracked. And Harry Potter was sitting in the common room, even though the hour was late. He looked quietly out the window, sort of admiring the storm, as it brought him into a peaceful trance. He's stayed up having too much on his mind with finally defeating Voldemort, and having a boyfriend, Ron Weasley. He actually, for once, wasn't worried about how his life would go, and he wasn't scared to find out.

"Harry, you comin' to bed?" Ron asked, appearing at the foot of the stairs. Harry knew that Ron did not favor thunderstorms, and was usually rather paranoid while they occurred, and probably had been lying in bed shaking in fright.

This made him grin a little, finding Ron even more adorable, and he whispered, "C'mere." Ron walked over to him and sat down on his lap, snuggling up to him, pulling Harry's arms around him.

Ron said, "I love you, Harry."

Harry nodded, "I love you, too." Ron closed his eyes and pulled closer. Harry stroked his head. "Ron, it's just a storm."

Ron nodded, "I know." He leaned up and pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry held him in the kiss, letting his tongue explore Ron's mouth a little bit.

"Wanna head to bed?" Harry asked quietly, standing and carrying Ron up the stairs and lying Ron down in his bed. He got in beside him and pulled Ron close again, cradling him and keeping him safe from the storm.

Ron whispered, "Remember when we went out that time and what, er, we did that night?"

Harry chuckled, nodding, "How could I forget that?"

Ron nodded, "Well, Harry, I think…I think I'm pregnant."

Harry pressed his lips to Ron's forehead, "Alright." Harry closed his eyes, to sleep.

Ron sat up, "Wait, that's it?"

Harry pulled Ron back down, "Well, yeah. I mean, what did you want me to say?"

"I thought you might be put off a bit by it," Ron said, "At least, you know, scream bloody hell, I know I did when I found out, over and over."

Harry smiled, "Ron, I don't care about anything but being with you. So I guess a kid doesn't bother me. I want to be a parent, see if maybe I can last a little longer then my parents." Harry smoothed his hair.

Ron groaned, "Harry don't joke, this is serious."

"I am being serious. I'm seriously in love with you. So I'm not fazed by this, understand?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, alright," Ron snuggled closer, "Thanks."

"You're more then welcome," Harry said, as they both drifted into a peaceful sleep in the warm bed on that stormy night.