a/n Hey everybody!! I'm back with a brand new story! I hope you find this as hilarious as I did, it's a rather odd plotbunny, but the truth is that it was a dream I had quite a few months ago. I wanted to make it a fanfic so badly, but I kept on forgetting about it until now. I'm very sure that this is quite an original story, but if it copies any of your stories in any way, I deeply apologize. Hope you enjoy this wacky, crazy, filled with laughs story!!!!!!!

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THE PREGNANCY

Chapter 1: The Minister's Proposal

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hermione blinked.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hermione groaned, her bed felt way to warm to go answer the owl that was currently tapping at her window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Alright! Alright! I'm up already."

She went to answer the owl, grumbling halfheartedly under her breath all the way.

She yawned as she paid the noisy owl, and unfolded the piece of paper.

Hermione,

There is an owl coming your way from the Ministry.

I already know what it's about, so I strongly advise you to be fully functional and awake, and not holding anything fragile or doing anything dangerous while you're reading it.

Contact me immediately after you read it,

Fred.

"That's odd." She thought, and then she rolled her eyes. Fred was probably trying to get her to bail him out of some sort of trouble, the fool. She got up and went to get her coffee.

Fifteen minutes later, another tapping came at her window. She quickly went over to answer. Paying the owl, she took notice of the very large, very flashy Minister of Magic seal on the heavy envelope. Blasted new minister is trying to up his ratings I see, tough luck, no matter how flashy or big that seal is, still nobody is going to like you. She nodded her head as if to emphasize the thought, and then proceeded to open the letter.

Dear Ms. Granger,

As a citizen of this wizarding community, it is your pride, your duty to help in a time of need. This is a time of need; it is your duty to help. And it is my duty to inform you of your task. Due to some rather recent events, I have noticed an unhealthy amount of single ministry workers. Single ministry workers leads to less wizarding families. Less wizarding families means less witches and wizards to produce. Less witches and wizards to produce means that, assuming that my calculations are correct, our kind will die out in London, within the next fifty years. Therefore, you see my dilemma. As Minister of Magic, it is my duty to keep this civilization alive and breathing. I have taken notice that you have lent aid to some sticky situations in the past; therefore I feel that without a doubt, you will accept your next task with humility, and honor. And so, without any further ado, I give you your duty. In two weeks time, you are to wed Mr. Frederick Weasley under false identities. Ms. Granger, you are going undercover. The Ministry needs your smarts, and Mr. Weasley's cheek to overcome this dilemma. I have attached a paper that holds your new name, your new address, and your new job and all of the information needed to complete this task. Your partner has been informed.

My good wishes, and my sympathy,

DEDALUS DIGGLE, MINISTER OF MAGIC.

Hermione fell to the floor in a dead faint.

a/n Huller! Hey hope you guys liked chappie number one!! Oh yes, I can tell, this will be good!

Luvs, leading from leadingladies9394

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