A/N: Hello! Heres a new longer chapter.
Warnings: Non-beta'd (If you see any serious mistakes just tell me and I'll fixed them asap)...ingestion of non-food items
On a personal note, I just watched this amazing anime movie called Tokyo Godfathers. It's really good and I probably would've never watched if my friends hadn't introduced me.
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The corridors of Hogwarts seemed to be growing narrower and narrower as Ron walked on. It was as if with each step the walls were closing in on him making him feel claustrophobic. The portrait's, sensing his discomfort, purposely started to make chides at him. Ron sighed, wondering what he could have done to get a summoning from the headmaster. Classes had been going well and though he half-assed his charms essay; he didn't think it warranted a summons. He had also been a model student, Snape's rules had guaranteed to that. Harry had tried to comfort him, but he wasn't as comfortable going to Dumbledore's office than Harry might be. His stomach was queasy from anxiety and he could feel his heart throb in his chest as the only thing that Dumbledore could want to see him about.
'He's found out about the baby and I'm going to kicked out'
It was the only logical explanation. Ron could see his parents in the office, too embarrassed to send a howler. His mum would be crying and screaming at him, while his father can barely look at him, shaking his head in disappointment. They would probably be worried about money, like was a few weeks ago, though he would comfort them and mention that his boyfriend has it covered, but then the problem comes when they want to meet/physically harm the bloke that got him pregnant. Then it would be his father's turn to lose control at the thought that his first grandchild would be a Malfoy. His mother might jump to the wrong conclusion in her denial and have Malfoy taken away for sexual harassment. He wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. And then, when he defends Draco they'll lock him up in a loony bin, where he'll be force to raise the baby alone…
"Mr. Weasley?"
Ron jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see his head of house (who he had forgotten was walking next to him), who was looking at him with concern.
"You stopped walking. Do we need to stop at the infirmary before we go?" She asked. Ron quickly noticed his 'sickly' stance and changed it quickly.
"I'm fine Professor, just nervous. Thank you for your concern." He said politely and kept walking, ignoring the strange look she was giving him.
Professor McGonagall nodded, "Well nothing to worry about Mr. Weasley. This meeting is only about your academics."
Her word's comforted Ron and soon the two were greeted by Dumbledore and Snape in his office. After refusing a lemon drop and tea, Ron got straight to the point.
"You wanted to speak to me Headmaster?"
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, eyes trained on Ron.
"Yes, my boy, Severus and I have realized that because of your 'situation' that some of your courses will have to be adjusted for the health of the baby."
Ron eyes were as wide as saucers. He glared at Snape,
"You traitor you said that you weren't going to tell anyone!"
Snape sneered at the accusation.
"Mr. Weasley, you seemed to have forgotten that I never promised to not tell anyone. In all actuality I never promised you anything! And for your information it was on Dumbledore's advice that I started to give you prenatal potion and look out for the baby's health."
"You greasy git! I trusted you! I thought you were good!" A flood of emotions ran through Ron, as the words poured out, against his control.
"So sorry to disappoint you Mr. Weasley. It's quite amusing that you thought I was helping you from the bottom of my heart." Snape mocked bitterly, doing nothing to help Ron's mood swing. "And ten points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher." He added as an afterthought.
During his professor's outburst a feeling of anger and despair washed through Ron causing him to tear up. He bent over in his seat dramatically and started sobbing.
The adults stared at him flabbergasted; McGonagall seemed to be the first one to snap out of the trance.
"Now look what you've done Severus! He's crying. He didn't deserve it! He's pregnant for Merlin's sake!"
"Just because he's pregnant doesn't mean I'm not warranted to tell him the truth. He's only crying because his hormones." Snape dismissed, avoiding his former teacher's glare. He dug into his robes for a vial and dropped it into Ron's lap.
"Take that. It'll help control your hormones. You'll need to take it once a week. I'll give you your monthly supply later."
Ron gulped down the potion, which tasted like rotten bananas, and instantly felt the results.
"Would you like anything else Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, bringing the attention back to himself.
"Chocolate and some mustard please." Ron said without hesitation and as if his little episode earlier hadn't happen.
Dumbledore smiled and with a wave of his wand Ron had a small tin of chocolate bars and a jar of spicy mustard were placed in front of him. Ron quickly made himself an impromptu-sandwich (A healthy dose of mustard in the middle of two pieces of chocolate) and munched happily as he gave Dumbledore his full attention.
"Now to get back to our earlier conversation, It has come our attention that taking potions and DADA are actually quite dangerous to the baby's health, with the fumes of the potion and other classmates practicing spells on you."
"I can't possibly be kicked out! I need those classes!" Ron protested, making himself another sandwich.
"Which I am aware Mr. Weasley. Though having you in those classes is a liability to the school."
"So what will you have him do?" Professor McGonagall commented having no idea what the Headmaster had planned.
"Mr. Weasley will have no choice, but to observe his classes from now on. You won't be able to practice with your classmates, but you'll still have to do all non-physical work along with any additional work Professor Snape gives you."
Dumbledore explained clearly, making sure the read head would get it.
"What about the potion fumes?" Ron asked, forgetting his manners and talking with his moth full of mustard and chocolate.
Snape sneered in disgust as he answered, "You'll be required to sit next to my desk under Evacuation-Vapores* charm."
"How am I going to explain this to my friends?" Ron asked, know Herms and Harry would want to know why he would be sitting out of his lessons.
"Oh, yes" Dumbledore chirped excitedly, not avoiding the question, but losing track of the conversation. "Ms. Granger will be sure to be scurrying the library for a cure when she finds out you're you won't be able to participate." Dumbledore hummed in thought for a few moments when suddenly his twinkling eyes narrowed on Ron.
"So you are telling me," Hermione started skeptically, "That when you were walking down the corridor that you ran directly into Snape, who was going around the corner and a vial fell out of his pocket and crashed to the floor splattering only you with the contents of a potion that Snape wouldn't tell you about." The bushy haired girl was leaning back in an armchair, eyebrow raised as she recounted the story Ron had just told them. This was the second time she did this, as if trying to make the story make sense in her head.
Ron nodded, smiling nervously at his friend and cursing Dumbledore internally. The old man was the one of the best wizards on earth; he surely could've come up with a better plan. Hermione obviously didn't buy it.
"As a result your magic is very sensitive at the moment and you won't be able to do any serious spells and DADA and potion fumes will make you nauseous," She continued staring at him intently. "And you said Dumbledore saw this?"
"Yes" Ron moaned, feigning irritation. "Since you obviously don't believe me, why don't you go talk to him?"
"It's not that we don't believe you mate," Harry joined, coming to Hermione's defense. "It's just that there are a lot of holes in the story. Like why can you still be able to do spells in your other classes if your magic sensitive? And Snape isn't the type of person to just bump into someone. He's never unaware of his surroundings."
"And why wouldn't they tell you the name of the potion? I haven't read anything about a potion that had those types of side effects."
Ron looked at them confused, "I don't know! Everything happen so fast! AT least you two don't have to have extra assignments."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh please. That's probably what you need for only taking a few classes."
Ron, noticed that he had distracted her, bickered backed and hoped that they wouldn't get back on topic. It seemed to work and soon all three friends were talking like normal until Ginny came up to them.
Ginny face was twisted in disgust and her nose was high as if she smelled something awful.
"Ron, what in Merlin's name, are you eating?"
"Chocolate pudding, mixed with olives and raw eggs," Harry answered making a gagging sound.
Eyes wide with shock Ginny gave Ron a question look, Ron sighed.
"It's another side effect," Ron quickly explained the situation to her and suffered though the same sets of questions his friends put him though.
"When are you going to be better?" She asked, putting the back of her hand on his forehead, checking for a fever.
"Snape said it should wear off in 6-9 months." He answered smoothly spooning more of his treat into his mouth.
"Weird cravings for nine months, huh?" Dean, who was listening in, commented. "Just like my mum when she was pregnant. She had this weird craving to salt-covered strawberries and banana's dipped in pickles."
Ron's eyes lit up. "That sounds so good! Let's go down to the kitchens."
"Don't give him any ideas!" Ginny cuffed Dean lightly on the head while the rest of the group reprimanded him as well. This ended up with Seamus and Ginny in a mock sword fight while Dean was 'trapped' in a locked tower.
"Are we still going to the kitchens?" Ron asked hopefully as the scene when on.
Ron thought himself a pretty good bloke. The enemies he's only had where with people (mostly Slytherins) who picked on him first. He made an effort to never seriously hurt anyone and was a generally good student. So it could be concluded that there was particularly no reason for people to automatically hate him.
The glares that he had been getting from his fellow classmates, proved otherwise.
Ron held his head high as he walked through the great hall, ignoring the whispers of negative comments thrown towards him.
"Look, there goes the faker!" A younger Slytherin sneered.
"He really doesn't look sick, maybe he is faking?" A few Ravenclaws observed, debating amongst themselves.
"What I want to know is what he blackmailed Snape with. I heard that he was eating chocolate in Potions!"
During the first week of Ron's class adjustment everyone had been curious/somehow jealous on how it would go. They laughed at his weird food cravings, but as word got around to the other houses, many started feeling as though he had an unfair advantage. Mostly because he was part of the 'Golden Trio', if it had been a random, no-name student they wouldn't have cared so much, but it always seemed as though they were favorite around Hogwarts. As the weeks went on peoples attitudes towards Ron turn as bitter as the cold outside. And to put it frankly, Ron was getting sick of it. If it wasn't insults, someone was trying to hex him in the corridors, or sabotage the work he could do. He even swore that half of Gryffindor has turned on him. Though he hasn't heard them say anything negative to his face, their looks say it all. Hermione, in his opinion, was just as jealous at his grade improvement in potions as she was with Harry when he had that potions book. Every bit of free time he had was now dedicated to finding out the potion and trying to stop the side effects. She insisted that she was trying to be a good friend and help him, but he didn't buy it. Luckily Harry seemed to be on his side and was more successful than he, to get Hermione to back off for a few days.
Ron finally sat down and patted his stomach, mentally talking to his baby.
"Now, what will we have for lunch today? Maybe some pickle banana sandwich? Or, how about some bratwurst with some mustard?"
Talking to his baby was a new thing for Ron. He only did it at times when he craved something desperately, and found it weird when he first started, but according to his books he should be doing it more often in the future.
"Are you going to come watch the DA practice today?" Harry asked, seemingly not affected by Ron's choice of lunch.
"Sorry mate. Professor McGonagall wants to see me in her office." Ron sent his friend an apologetic glance.
Harry, surprising, snorted, "You're getting sent there more than me. Are you secretly saving the world or something mate?"
Ron smiled at Harry's lightheartedness, glad he was somewhat relaxing. Though it was somewhat ignorant, Ron had been avoiding the papers and outside news to keep his stress and worry levels down. He wanted to say it was all for the baby, but then he would be a lair. 'Ignorance is bliss' is the term he is shamefully worshiping at the moment.
"Not with without you Harry." He admitted truthfully.
Professor McGonagall's office was the same as ever, Ron noted as he looked around to find something to distract himself. When he arrived for his meeting some emergency with a first year occurred causing him to wait while the head of house handled it. Though Ron hadn't mind, he honestly liked the peace and quiet and the lack of glares he was getting. Unfortunately a serious craving was threatening to destroy his peace. The red head shifted uncomfortably in his seat trying desperately to not gaze at McGonagall's desk. He was having a mental battle with himself. Usually he had no qualms about indulging in his craving and McGonagall had offered him any candy on her desk.
But this wasn't candy…or even food for that matter and the morality of what he wanted to do worried Ron.
He tried to concentrate on anything to keep his mind off of it. He looked at the old fashion clock on the wall and counted the clicks of the minute hand though which each click is resolve broke and a minute later he grasped his treat in his fingers.
It couldn't have been thicker than his pinky and two inches long. He examined it's tubular shape and tried to think of any side effects of eating it. He didn't think it was poisonous in any sense; he's inhaled the dust more times than he could count and he hadn't died.
He brought the white stick to his mouth and took a small bite. It was a bit hard to chew, but soon it was crushed into powder causing Ron to sigh in bliss. And before he knew it he had not only finished the one in his hand but almost the entirety of the new treat that was on Professor McGonagall's desk. He was eating the last one when his head of house walked in.
At first she didn't notice Ron looking like a deer caught in head lights as she sat down at her desk to get herself together. When she finally got a look at him and saw what was dangling from his mouth her attention snap to her desk and back at her student.
"Mr. Weasley did you eat all of my chalk?"
"Your potions should be finished in the middle of class on Friday. Though the vialing process if completely different than what you're used to. Follow these directions to a 'T' and I guarantee you won't have to pay a visit to the infirmary." Snape drawled in a board voice, effectively scaring his seventh years. He waved his wand to get the chalk to write the instructions on the black board, but when he didn't hear the familiar sound of the chalk writing he turned to see nothing there.
His students seemed to notice as well and looked at him confusingly. But Snape wasn't paying attention to them; he whipped his head towards his pregnant student, whose cheeks seemed to be full of something.
"Mr. Weasley where is the chalk?"
Ron, looked at him apolitically and chewed, a crunching noise immediately came from his mouth.
"Ten points from Gryffindor!"
"You just need to drink some more milk and take this iron-potion. You should be fine in a few weeks." Ron mocked Madam Pomfrey's voice as he bitterly sipped his milk. He was currently in the great hall surrounded by food, but that didn't improve his mood in the slightest. He wanted chalk.
Hermione laughed at her friend's predicament.
"Don't worry so much, soon you won't even be craving it."
Ron gave her a dismissive wave and ate some of steak. He wanted to sulk at the moment and not be comforted.
His friends ignored his mood and talked happily around him. Getting tired of good cheer around the table he stood to leave when an unknown owl dropped a package and a letter next to him. Before he could give it a treat it flew away. With the eyes of his friends on him he opened the letter.
He never said that we couldn't write each other letters.
Ps. I know I'm not supposed to be giving these to you, but I think you'll love the treat in the red sack.
~D
Before his friends inquired about the letter, he quickly said good bye to them and bolted towards his dorm. Luckily it was empty and went to open the box and it was filled with expensive chocolates, salt covered strawberries, his own personal jar of spicy mustard, and pickles. Ron bristled in excitement as he stored the items around his bed. When he open the small red sack he was surprised to see the inside was filled with chalk, but cut down to tablet form. There was also another note inside.
Please don't eat these all at once. This is all I'm able to give.
Ron sighed happily. He had missed his boyfriend terribly throughout the weeks and now that he figured out a way for them to talk he was on cloud nine…and he also had his chalk. He was about to grab some of his beloved treat when a pecking at the window distracted him.
It was the owl from earlier. Ron quickly let it in and gave it a treat.
"Are you here to take a letter to Draco?" Ron asked petting the owl lightly. The Eagle Owl cooed in response causing Ron to smile. Draco must've brought them a personal owl. He let the owl, which he named Orange (because of his orange-like eyes and he kind of wanted one at the moment) perch his bed stand as he formed a letter. Maybe now they could formulate a plan where they could meet.
A/N: Okay hope you enjoyed it. Now about Ron's thoughts about his parent reaction...though we know they 'probably' wouldn't react that way. They are still his parents and they probably wouldn't be to happy that their teenage son is pregnant. I know that many teen parents always imagine the worst case scenario in these types of things so don't think I have a negative opinion about the Weasleys.
Um..I figured that it is about the second week of November at the end of the chapter.
Did any of you guess what Ron's craving was before McGonagall said it?
Not much Dron in this chapter, but next chapter will make up for it...
Next chapter: Dron, plots, pre-war drama, and a stressed out Snape.
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