A somewhat puzzled yet morbidly curious crowd of Hogwarts students and teachers gathered a safe distance from the Whomping Willow, gaping at the sight before them. The scene that was unfolding in front of them was what can be described as a shotgun wedding. A scowling Professor Snape stood before a beaming Dumbledore, who happened to be pointing his wand at the groom's head while holding a Bible in the other hand. Snape was looking all snazzy in a purple suit that the headmaster had provided for him, as the potions master lacked in wedding-appropriate garments.

Hermione then entered the scene, McGonagall at her side. The crowd parted for the blushing bride, whose dress was so covered in lace and bows that it weighed Hermione down a bit.

Just then, one of the spectators noticed an odd sight and felt the need to yell about it to the whole crowd. "Look!" cried the anonymous viewer. "Is that Harry running towards us screaming and waving his arms?"

"Maybe he's trying to fly," someone suggested.

"It does look a little like he's flapping his arms," said another person.

Harry's voice became audible as he came closer. "Stop the wedding!" he shrieked. "Stop the wedding!"

Finally Harry reached the crowd and stopped to catch his breath.

"The wedding-" he panted. "A hoax-"

"What? What did he say?" demanded Hermione, furious that anyone would question the love she and Snape shared.

Harry continued between gasps, "A love potion (pant pant) given to Hermione- (gasp wheeze) whole thing a prank (gasp) by Fred 'n George (wheeze, collapse)".

"WHAT!" shrieked Hermione as she and turned to the Weasley twins.

"It was just a joke, but everything went wrong!" cried George.

"We gave a potion to Snape to embarrass him but somehow Hermione got it and then the government said that everyone needs to get married and we didn't mean to make a wedding!" Fred said all in one breath. The crowd gasped in unison.

"There's more!" said Harry, who had caught his breath. "You put a spell on me, too, to make me think I'm pregnant with Draco's baby!" There was a long silence, interrupted by a few snickers and giggles. Harry blushed, wishing he hadn't said anything.

George grinned. "Yeah, that would've been perfect if we'd gotten Draco like we intended."

"Wait a second," said Fred. "Why did you think it was Draco's baby?"

Harry glanced at Draco (who was in the crowd), then they both looked at the ground awkwardly.

"Harry!" Ron said, appalled.

"Draco, Harry, have you been having sexual relations?" Dumbledore asked. He was answered only by the laughter of the other Hogwarts students. The two boys stood in silence, then Harry ran off crying.

Draco found everyone's full attention on him. Completely at a loss for anything to say, he shrugged and stated, "Don't mind Harry. He's hormonal right now because of the pregnancy."

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Author's Note: I wrote this in a very short amount of time and couldn't think of a good way to end it. But at least I actually finished after a long, long, llooonnngg time.