Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Male/Female, small smut scene, m-preg birth scene, not intended for children.
I edit my own work, there will probably be mistakes.
Chapter seven: The return back to life; Ron and Hermione
Ron was walking through the thick under brush. The wet leaves clung to his body after the damp branches slapped at his body. He had awoken in the clearing, for once, completely unaroused. The incessant pressure that had held them all captive was gone. Ron hadn't let the opportunity pass. He had left everyone laying the clearing and went to search for the plant alone. He was going to finish what they came here for.
His blue eyes held nothing but determination. Where was that stupid plant? A beam of sunlight appeared in front of him. The rain clouds had parted slightly. The vibrant silver leaves gleamed in the light. Ron felt a rush of joy fill him. There it was. He stepped forward cautiously. He didn't want to be caught in yet another spell. Ron sighed in relief as he kneeled on the damp earth.
Hermione would be saved. He could get her back. She would no longer have to lay frozen. He opened the pouch on his jacket, and pulled out the sterile metal box. Gently he pinched off eight small leaves; just enough for two potions, just in case. His heart was beating with exhilaration. He turned around and started to head back.
The feeling wouldn't go away. When Ron had gotten back to camp, he had returned to find everyone awake, and embarrassed. Nobody was meeting his eyes or each other's for that matter. He had informed everyone he had found the plant. They had all smiled weirdly at him, before looking down in embarrassment again. They were walking back in complete silence now. Ron was getting really frustrated. It was a spell for goodness sake! It's not like they did this out of their own free will.
"Ok, stop! What is wrong with you guys? It was a spell. It is not like you willingly fucking buggered each other. Stop acting so weird! What is going on?" Ron cautiously looked at his companions. None of them would meet his gaze. Harry finally looked up with a flash of pity in his eyes; "Ron. . ." His voice faltered, he took a deep breath; "Ron, itwasafertilityritual!"
Ron stared at Harry confused; "A what?"
Harry wouldn't meet his eyes; "Blaise told us while you were gone, that the ritual was a fertility ritual. We might be pregnant, Ron. We all might be fucking pregnant!" Harry said the last few words with a panicky tone to his voice.
Ron's brain shorted out. Pregnant? Men couldn't get pregnant. Could they? He had always liked girls he had never really thought about it before; "Bloody hell." His voice held a strange wonderment. His awkward laughter filled the clearing. He pushed passed the gawking idiots. He couldn't stop laughing. Pregnant! Pregnant! Shit! Hermione would probably hate him forever now. It wasn't like he could not get an abortion either. His mother would kill him if she ever found out. Only people younger than 18 could get abortions, as well as people who had been raped; the population was too small to allow for anything else. The ministry even had a separate fund to help young unprepared parents. No! Ron was going to have to give birth. The idea shot shivers of distaste down his back. Why was it always him?
He fell forward into the soft dirt at the entrance of the forest. Small patches of wet dirt appeared where his tears fell. What was going to happen to him? Would people think he was a freak? A pregnant man!
He felt a hand on his shoulder; "Ron? Are you alright, mate?" Harry's voice washed over him. The concern in his voice made Ron clench his teeth; "No! Harry I am not bleeding alright! I am fucking pregnant! Who knows whose kid I have inside of me? Hermione is going to hate me!" His voice broke on the last word. "Harry what am I going to do? I can't have a baby." His voice sounded hollow. He stared at Harry; "Ron. There is no way Hermione would ever hate you for falling into a trap. She loves you. Maybe this will be good for you guys. Ron don't worry, if you can't take care of your children I will help you. Ok?"
Ron stared at Harry his eyes misted over; "Harry if you tell anyone about this I will kill you. Got it? I am such a mess. You are right. It will be fine. I have five siblings for fucks sake, and you. I can do this." Ron took a breath; "Let's go save Hermione."
He nodded to Draco, Neville, and Blaise; then apparated. He knew the others would follow after him. They met in Draco's potion lab. A cauldron still in a state of stasis was in the center of the room. Ron handed Draco the leaves of the plant. Draco told him that it would take an hour for the potion to be complete. That was the cue. They all left Draco alone to do his magic. Ron saw him chug a pain potion, and was reminded of the fact Draco had just taken them all. He wasn't even showering first. A rush of fondness filled him; maybe he could come to like the git after all.
He apparated to the hospital; Ron sat staring at Hermione's peaceful face, before a thought popped into his head. Should he ask about male pregnancy? He peeked around the corner; an elderly mediwitch was staring out the window calmly eating her lunch. He walked over slowly; "Hello. Um. My name is Ron Weasley. Would you mind answering a few questions for me?" The woman stared at him questioningly; "Sure, have a seat kid. What's your question?" Ron took a deep breath; "Can men get pregnant?"
The witch turned her head as she took a bite staring at him shocked. She swallowed quickly before calmly answering; "Yes they can. Why on earth would you want to know that? Oh, wait you're the fiancé of Ms. Granger aren't you. You know there are other ways of having children; adoption, blood adoption, surrogacy; lots of ways see. Getting pregnant isn't the easiest or safest solution."
Ron stared at her quietly; "But it is possible for men to get pregnant?" The witch turned towards him an odd look on her face; "Do you think you are pregnant? Usually males can only get pregnant with the help of a potion; ritual; spell; or gender change. Even then the pregnancy doesn't always last. Why? Do you think you might be? Would you like me to check?" Ron nodded slowly. The witch led him to a small room, and told him to lie down. Ron did.
The mediwitch hummed, as she rummaged around. A smooth potion was smeared on his stomach. The mediwitch waved her wand and a rainbow of colors expanded from his stomach; "Let's see here; young male; healthy; no disease. Hmm. What do we have here? Well. My word! It seems that you were indeed correct. You are pregnant Mr. Weasley. And with one, two, three, four children! My goodness! How on earth did that happen?" The woman was staring at him in amazement, as she waved her wand a few more times; "This is amazing Mr. Weasley. Simply amazing."
Ron couldn't get passed those words; four children? He was having quadruplets? All at once! "What am I going to do?" He looked pleadingly at the woman. "Well, dearie. I am afraid there aren't very many options. It is illegal to stop a male pregnancy in any form. Going against the pregnancy usually results in the death of both father and children; since in the womb they are using your magic to take form. You can give them up for adoption once they are born, but I can see already that you don't want to do that. I am sorry Mr. Weasley but you are just going to have to stay pregnant with these children. In six months they will be ready to come out. Don't cry, there; there. It will all be fine. Soon you will have four babies to love."
Ron couldn't breathe. He was pregnant! Shit! Fuck! Crap! He walked out of the room numbly. He thanked the witch; she told him he didn't have to pay. He thanked her again and walked back to Hermione's room. She was so still. Would she hate Ron? Would she break up with him? Ron felt so conflicted. Well there was nothing he could do, he was pregnant. That was that.
A nurse walked into the room holding a small vial filled with silver fluid. "Oh! Mr. Weasley. I didn't expect to see you there. But you may as well stay all the same. Mr. Malfoy just delivered Ms. Grangers potion. I need you to help me hold her down." The nurse showed him what to do, a brief flash of pain on Hermione's face made Ron cringe. Then it was over; color returned to Hermione's skin. The effects of the spell diminished, in less than an hour Ron was staring into warm brown eyes.
"Hermione."
"Ron?" Hermione's voice came out slow and raspy; "Ron, What happened? I don't feel well." Ron stared at Hermione with love in his eyes; "You got hit by a curse. You've been in a coma for a week."
"A week? Why?"
"We had to find a rare ingredient for the antidote." Ron looked down the memories rushing through his thoughts.
"Ron. Tell me what's wrong. You can tell me anything." Hermione's voice was so beautiful Ron spilled everything. He told her the entire story; "Hermione. I am pregnant."
Hermione was staring at him in surprise. "You are pregnant! Are you sure?"
"Yes, I was just tested. There is no way for me not to be pregnant. In six months I will give birth to quadruplets." Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the mediwizard.
Ron had to leave the room. He knew it! Hermione did hate him now. What was he going to do? The wizard left the room, nodding to Ron sadly.
Ron entered the room. Hermione had her eyes closed, and had no color to her face. He sat down next to her; "You hate me now don't you? I am sorry Hermione I couldn't stop the ritual."
Hermione had opened her eyes, and stared at him; "Ron, I don't hate you. I was going to tell you before, but I don't want to be pregnant. I love my work, and being able to go off on great adventures. I was dreading not being able to work for nine months, that is why I went on that hunt. It was my last chance for adventure. I was going to have children for you Ron, but I didn't really want to stop my life. I don't hate you. In fact I am happy that we will be able to have children at all. The mediwizard just informed me that I will not be able to ever get pregnant. The curse damaged my uterus irreparably. I love you Ron, and I will be happy to raise your children as my own. We have been through so much to stop now."
Ron stared at his fiancée. She didn't want to get pregnant. What? Why didn't she tell him that? Warmth filled him, she didn't hate him. She was willing to raise some other man's children; "I love you Hermione." He hugged her.
"I love you Ron."
A few months later. . .
Ron's stomach was too large to have sex, and he wanted nothing more than to have sex. His body thrummed with arousal. Fuck, he wanted to fuck. Hermione wasn't here today. She was studying at her university. He hadn't felt this aroused since the ritual. He stared down at his large belly. His children were growing inside of him, healthily, and happily. He felt a rush of love. Ron wouldn't admit this to anyone but he loved being pregnant. The feeling of having someone growing inside of him filled him with joy.
He heard the door open. Hermione walked in. There was a look on her face that bewildered Ron. She looked excited about something. They sat down and had dinner together. Hermione bustled around the kitchen. Ron was too large to do anything other than sit. They hadn't had sex for two weeks.
He was shocked when he felt Hermione's hands on him, after he came out of the shower. They kissed. Ron jumped when he felt something hard prod his butt. He turned around, and stared blankly; "Do you like it?" Hermione asked him slowly. Ron stared at the pale cock rising up between her legs; "Hermione you have a dick!" Hermione laughed; "I took a potion. It will last for just one day. I really want to have sex Ron, and I know you need it too. Since you can't enter me; I am going to have to enter you. Is it ok?" Her eyes peered nervously up at him.
Ron swallowed, he hadn't completely hated having a dick up inside of him. In fact he had really enjoyed it between the bouts of guilt; "O-oh-k Hermione. You can enter me." Hermione pounce on him. Ron was lying on his side. He blushed at all of the dirty things Hermione was whispering in his ear, as she slid a finger up inside of him. Ron was hard; it felt like fireworks were going off inside of his brain.
His heart fluttered in his chest. This felt so much better when it was with someone you loved. He felt the press of Hermione's dick, he shivered. She was kissing his neck, and nibbling on his ear. Ron is ashamed to admit, he came on the first thrust. They had sex three more times, each time better than the last. He fell asleep with her arms around him; "We have to try that again." They both laughed.
The day has come. . .
Ron was cursing. Hermione held his hand and stared worriedly at him. Ron had started his contractions eight hours ago. If the kids didn't come out of his newly formed vagina soon, he would cut himself open and take them out. The doctor was encouraging him soothingly.
How did Harry and Neville do this!? Harry was in the room next to Ron's recovering. Ron still couldn't get over how flashy the ring on Harry's finger was. Everyone knew they had gotten married; Draco didn't need to buy something so flashy to prove it. Ron grunted as the first kid slid out of him. He looked down, red hair. Blaise was also in the hospital now giving birth. At least he was only pregnant with one. The next one slid out five minutes later; black hair. Ron panted, Hermione looked excited, as she held their first born. A girl, name Rose.
He screamed as the next one came out, the kid had a big head; brown hair. He looked at Hermione tearfully; she was holding the second child now; boy; Fred. The next contraction came, the last child slid out effortlessly, and tiny; blond hair.
Third child boy; name Hugo. Last child girl; name Cassiopeia. Ron fainted into exhaustion.
A few months later. . .
Rose was Harry's child. Fred was Neville's. Hugo belonged to Blaise, and Cassiopeia was in honor of Draco. Ron adored all of his children. In order to spend time with all of their children; Ron, and Hermione; Blaise, and Neville; Harry, and Draco, had all moved into a castle. They each had their own wing. They did this to make it easier to raise their kids as brothers and sisters.
Ron looking at his expanded family, held Hermione's hand, and laughed. His life was filled with love. He thanked the stars every day for giving him this family; he wouldn't trade them for anything.
TBC. . .
Alright it is almost over. Only two more chapters left. I had to rush the ending of this chapter since I will be very busy for the next couple of weeks. I have started the Drarry scene and I have to admit I am already giving them too much love. Ahh, otp. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter, Blaise and Neville will be up as soon as I have time to edit.
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