Hey what's up fellow Fan Fiction readers? I've been reading Fan Fiction for about three years now but I've never attempted to write my own story before. So bear with me. So here it goes.

Oh one other note. I hate stories that have so many spelling and grammatical errors that it is super difficult to read, so please let me know if you spot any. Your help and input would be greatly appreciated. 3

This it MxM and Mpreg. Don't like don't read. And please be nice as this is my first time.

Unplanned Miracle

Ch. 1 – Confession and Diagnosis

His mind was spinning a million different directions. How was this possible? Why was it always him? What would he do? How could he tell anyone, especially him?

Sixteen year old Ron Weasley sat on his bed in Gryffindor common room, the curtains drawn around him. The same questions whirling around his mind over and over again. He was clutching his stomach with one hand, a little white muggle contraption clutched tightly in the other. That wretched pink plus sign seemed to scream 'look, Ron Weasley is up the duff!'

He took a deep breath. He has some important decisions to make. First he had to get ahold of himself, buck up and tell the other father. As much as Ron didn't want to deal with it, the other boy deserved to know he's going to have a child.

Ron got up and begun walking out of the dormitory.

"Hey, where are we going?" Harry asked.

"Uh, I-I need to go see professor Flitwick about something," he stammered.

"Wait up, I'll come with you."

"No! I-I mean its ok. I'll be right back. See you later." Ron quickly left the dormitory before Harry could reply. He made his way down towards the dungeons. He had to tell him before he lost his courage.

As he entered the entrance hall, he heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Weasel-bee, Where's Potter? You two are always together. What happened, did he finally come to his senses and ditch you and your poor ass family? Isn't it true that your entire family lives in one room?"

Ron clenched his teeth, making his hands into fists. "Shove off, Malfoy," he growled blinking tears out of his eyes. He walked up to Malfoy, his face red. "We need to talk, privately."

"Whatever you have to say to me you can say it in front of Crab and Goyle."

"What are you too scared to talk to me alone, ferret? Not so brave without your bodyguards, are you?" Ron spat, turning on his heal and began walking away at a slow pace, knowing Malfoy would follow.

"I have to go take care of the Weasel. I'll catch up with you later." Malfoy began to follow behind Ron at a distance.

Turning into an empty classroom he waited for Malfoy to enter before locking the door. He put up a strong privacy charm before turning to face the other boy.

"Well, what is it you wanted to say, Weasley?" Draco spat.

Ron took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Uh, Well…"

Draco huffed and annoyed sigh

"Something has happened... you remember what we did last month, right?"

"What did you do now weasel? You better not have some disease and given it to me," Draco sneered.

"I'm pregnant" Ron whispered, scared of how the other boy would react. "And it's yours."

Draco's stomach felt as though it jumped out of his throat. "Excuse me. What did you just say?"

"I'm Pregnant," Ron repeated, resting a hand on his stomach and holding out the pregnancy test for Malfoy to see.

"What is this thing?" Draco demanded, staring at the muggle test.

"A-a muggle p-pregnancy test," Ron stammered.

"You are not p..." Draco stopped. He couldn't even say the P word. "I don't trust muggles and their silly contraptions. I'm taking you to Madam Pomfery. She will do another test, a real, magical one. I bet this is all just a big mistake."

Ron crossed is arms over his stomach, tears threatening to spill out his deep-blue eyes. He never questioned the muggle test. What if he wasn't pregnant? He knew it wasn't the best situation. He was only sixteen and he preferred Malfoy not be the other father of his baby, but he wanted his baby. No matter the circumstances, he wanted him or her. This baby was something that could be all his, and now he might not even have had it in the first place.

The two boys walked silently beside each other to the hospital wing. When they entered Malfoy knocked on Madam Pomfrey's office door.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley," Pomfrey tried to hide her surprise at seeing the rivals standing together. "What can I do for you boys?"

"Firstly, you have to promise me what we say here today will be in strict confidence," Draco said in a warning voice.

"I pride myself for my patient/healer confidentiality. I will keep my word."

"Ok, right. Well, Wea- I mean, Ronald here believes he may be in a... situation that needs your medical assistance," Draco said.

Ron was surprised to hear Malfoy say his real name and not call him Weasel. He was pulled out of his sort of shocked daze when Madam Pomfrey addressed him. "What's going on Mr. Weasley?"

"Uh... you see, well" Ron stammered.

Draco spoke up, seeing that Ron was having a difficult time. "He thinks he may be... with child."

"Oh, I see. Mr. Weasely, follow me." Madam Pomfrey led Ron to the furthest and most private bed. Draco followed them. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. You can go."

"No! I-I mean, can he stay? This kind of concerns him too," Ron stammered in a panic, not wanting Draco to leave, though he wasn't sure why.

"Of course, sit tight and I'll be right back." Madam Pomfrey walked back to her office to gather supplies.

Draco was stunned. "You really want me to stay with you? I thought you wouldn't want me here."

"I don't know. If I am pregnant, I think you should know about it. It is your baby after all," Ron blushed.

"Oh," Draco said uncomfortably. He wasn't quite sure what to think about this situation. 'I mean it was only one time,' he thought. 'He doesn't even like me.'

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to." 'I knew it. He doesn't like me and certainly doesn't want this baby,' Ron thought sadly to himself.

Draco took a deep breath. "No… no, you're right. If you are p-pregnant; it is my responsibility, both of ours actually."

"Alright, Ronald, extend your arm," Madam Pomfrey said walking back to the bed.

"What is that?" Ron asked, worriedly.

"It's a blood test. Don't worry; it will only be a pinch."

Ron lay back on the bed, extended his arm and squeezed his eyes shut. Draco grabbed his other hand. Ron looked at him in surprise, and then squeezed his hand when the needle went in.

"All done," Madam Pomfrey said; removing the tourniquet and applying a small band aid to prevent bleeding. "Lay there for a bit, the test should be done in a moment."

Draco released his hold on Ron's hand, taking a seat beside the bed. "Are you scared?" he asked.

"A little."

Just then Madam Pomfrey walked up to the two boys. Her face arranged in calm mask.

"What's the verdict?" Ron joked, trying to lighten his and Draco's nerves.

"Well, it seems your suspicions are correct. Mr. Weasley, you are pregnant."

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