Title: By Mistake
Author's Note: I love reading humorous mpregs, however the slash isn't really my thing- so I figured I'd make one without the slash! Mpreg purely by mistake! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: Potions Class
Ron awoke with a start. It was the first day of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He and Hermione had tried all summer to convince Harry to come back to Hogwarts, finally to agree on showing up for two weeks. It was sort of a final goodbye to the school they had spent much of their lives in.
Propping himself up, Ron looked over at a sleeping Harry. Smiling to himself he grabbed the pillow from under his head and lobbed it across the room at Harry. To his satisfaction, it hit him square on the back of the head and Harry sat up, his eyes unfocused. Looking around him he found the pillow and soon noticed Ron, who was bent over in silent peels of laughter. Harry scowled at him, and whipping the pillow back at him, demanded, "What the hell did you do that for?"
After a few seconds Ron caught his breath. "You looked so damn peaceful, mate," he laughed, "I just couldn't help myself." Still smiling, Ron got up and quickly pulled on his robes. Harry finished soon after him and the both walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Noticing that Hermione was already seated, Ron walked purposefully towards her. During the last week of the summer holidays, Ron had finally worked up his nerves to as Hermione out, but just as he opened his mouth, Fred and George had apparated beside him. He had quickly changed his mind and asked her if she could pass him his new textbooks.
She smiled at him and muttered a quick hello as he sat across from her, making his heart skip a few beats. He smiled back at her, feeling his ears going red. "'llo," he muttered. Today there will be no interruptions. Today is the day I'm going to ask her. A wave of nervousness settled itself in the pit of his stomach as he thought this. Harry sat beside Ron.
"Morning, Hermione!" Harry greeted. Breakfast was quite uneventful, disturbed only by the arrival of their timetables. The three had double potions first block with a new teacher called Professor D. Venen. Ron's next class wasn't until after dinner where he'd be taking Transfiguration with yet another new teacher.
The group quickly made their way down the familiar hall towards the Potions classroom. Stepping inside, they saw a man sitting straight-backed in a chair. He had small rectangular glasses perched on the tip of his nose, and dark brown hair. His robes were black and looked as though they had been ironed. He glanced up from the paper on his desk at the three who just entered. He had the overall look of boredom about him.
"Everyone, take your seats," he began in a drawling voice. "I am Professor Venen. Today you will be making a very difficult potion. You will all take a stab at a Strengthening Solution. It might not sound very difficult, but many things can go wrong, and to prove how explicitly I want you to follow the directions, you are going to test your potions on yourself. Now, turn to page seventeen in your text books and begin."
Ron nervously glanced around him. All had their eyes in their books. He obediently followed suit. He read through the directions and found that it looked quite easy. Half an hour passed in tense silence. His potion had turned a pale green. Looking back at his textbook, his stomach squirmed uneasily. His potion was supposed to be yellow by now. Glancing over at Hermione's cauldron he saw that it was a bright yellow.
"Hey, Hermione," he whispered, "Could you help? Please?" Hermione glanced up at him, brushing her brown locks from her face. She sighed then started muttering what to do under her breath. Half way through her explanation, however, Professor Venen passed their table and realized what Hermione was doing.
"Five points from Gryffindor," He drawled. Ron scowled at him wrinkled his nose at his cauldron. The potion had turned a light shade of blue, but seemed to refuse any attempt at changing it. Ron followed the rest of the directions precisely, but only managed to turn the solution into a soft shade of purple. He glanced at Hermione's solution, which was a deep crimson colour.
Professor Venen cleared his throat. "Now you will all take a vial of your Strengthening Solution up to me. I will examine it, and then give it back to you to try." He waved his wand negligently and a boulder appeared beside his desk. He continued, "If your solution has worked properly, you will be able to lift this boulder with ease. If it hasn't-" He took this pause to look pointedly at Ron. "-you can make your way to the Hospital Wing, or, to St. Mungo's." At this, he smiled. Apparently it was a joke. Ron didn't find it amusing.
One by one the students lined up with their vials of potion. Ron watched as his classmates drank their different coloured potions. Some were able to lift the boulder with ease, some with a bit of difficulty, and a few had to hurry off to the Hospital Wing, sprouting extra limbs or bursting out in boils. Too soon it was Ron's turn. He stepped up in front of Professor Venen, put his vial to his lips and tipped his head back. The solution was smooth and warm going down, and had a sweet taste to it. It's not half bad! He thought to himself.
Ron bent down, hooked his arms around the boulder and pulled with all his might. But the boulder refused to move. He tried once more, to no avail.
Professor Venen smiled smugly. "Off to the Hospital Wing to make sure nothing is wrong with you," He commanded. Ron collected his bag and headed off in silence, thankful to get as far away from Professor Venen as possible. There was something about him that wasn't quite right, and Ron wanted to find out what that was.
Author's Note: I have made a few minor changes to fit in with my plot… Hope you enjoyed! As a side note, I will be responding to reviews by the new reply button if you have put your email. Within reason, that is (I will not respond to flame). Okay, so now I will ask you a quick question, and whoever gets it right gets a muffin! Okay, what is the one word that is common in most stories that I avoided using? Have a great Sunday!
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