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AN: Thanks for the reviews guys, I said this would be up Thursday, but I'm on a writing rampage and decided to do it today=] Hope you enjoy!
Ron was prepared for Hermione to scold him about not telling her that Mrs. Weasley would be visiting, but when they got to the common room, Hermione kissed him on the cheek and went to bed without a word. Ron walked over to the fire where Ron and Ginny sat, and collapsed onto the coach, holding his head in his hands. "What have I done?" he moaned quietly.
"That's what you get Ron." Ginny said, trying to pull Ron out of his slump, and anger him instead. Ron looked up at her sadly, and nodded his head before burying it back into his hands. "I-I was just kidding Ron, I'm sorry." she mumbled, scratching her head slightly. "Is everything okay? Nothing went wrong did it?" Ron shook his head slowly.
"Not really.. It's just that, mum's coming up tomorrow, and we.. well, we have to tell her." Ron's face paled again as he slumped back in the couch. Ginny winced. "I just don't know what I'm going to say to her," he continued, "she's going to be so disappointed." Harry gave Ron a pat on the back from the seat next to him. "I wish I could just have dad do it. He wouldn't be nearly as mad." Ginny's face wrinkled in confusion. "Well, he kind of, knew we were.. active.. I think he did at least. He never you know.. caught us.." Ron's face blushed red, "but I think he knew."
"Well, I don't know, but I'm just thankful that I have quiditch tomorrow and don't have to be here for you breaking the news." Ginny replied, smirking slightly. Harry's face lightened up a bit as well as he realized that he too would get to miss the ordeal.
"Thanks for the support." Ron muttered, standing up and heading up the stairs to the dormitory. He was going to need some sleep if he was going to deal with his mother in the morning.
Ron woke up late, and was forced to rush himself through breakfast in order to meet up with Hermione at ten, an hour before his mother was set to arrive. As he approached the common room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Mrs. Weasley was standing in front of the portrait hole. "Err, hi Mum, I thought you were coming at noon?" he asked nervously, his face turning to an unpleasant shade of green. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Well dear, I woke up this morning, and with no one left in the house to cook for, so why not leave early?" Mrs. Weasley was giddy, it was rare that she got the occasion to visit her children while they were at school. "Are you feeling okay dear? You're looking a little pale." Ron had to sit down at the bench next to the portrait hole so as not to faint. "Are you not feeling well?" Ron shook his head slowly, not wanting to make any drastic movements. "Well then, good day for me to be here and take care of my baby!" Ron held his head in his hands, still fighting the urge to just run. The portrait hole opened.
"Ron? What are you doing we have to talk before-" Hermione started before stopping dead in her tracks. "Uh- Er, hi Mrs. Weasley..." Hermione's faced whitened to compete with Ron's. The three of them sat the for a moment, Mrs. Weasley getting very confused. "H-how are you Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione was fighting herself to gain composure while Ron searched for the nearest exist.
"You don't look well either dear." Mrs. Weasley replied, "Is there a bug going around?" Ron nodded, hoping that she would decide to leave and not risk getting sick. "Poor dears. Well, what did you want to talk to me about Ronald?" Ron grew another shade whiter as he looked over at Hermione who looked just as worried as he did.
"Well Mum.." he started, taking a deep breath and deciding to remain seated so as not to faint, "Me and Hermione have some.. well... s-some news for you..." There was another long moment of silence before Mrs. Weasley motioned for him to continue. "Well... You know me and Hermione have been dating since last year.." Mrs. Weasley nodded impatiently. "Well, I really care about her and well.... Um.... Well..."
"I'm pregnant." Hermione said bluntly before promptly throwing up into the plant next to her. Mrs. Weasley stood there staring at Ron blankly. Ron's face was paper white as they all sat there, silent. Mrs. Weasley's face began growing red, but the trio remained silent. Hermione threw up again in the plant and Mrs. Weasley finally let it all out.
"WHAT-DID-YOU-JUST-SAY-TO-ME?!" she screamed, giving Ron a look that made his skin quiver. "ARE-YOU-TELLING-ME-THAT-MY-SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD-SON-IS-GOING-TO-BE-A-FATHER?!" Ron nodded, and gulped, getting ready for whatever came next. He was expecting anything from a beating, to more screaming, but what he didn't expect was for Mrs. Weasley to collapse onto the floor in hysterics. "My baby!" she sobbed violently, "Ruining... life!" Hermione ran into the common room sobbing her eyes out. Ron stood up violently, regaining the color in his face quickly.
"Mother." he said loudly, in a shockingly stern voice, "I understand that you are disappointed, but that was completely uncalled for. Hermione is pregnant and a nervous wreck already, she knows that we made a mistake and so do I, we don't need you to tell us. We told you today out of respect for you, and to get permission for me to go with her to St. Mungos for her appointments, so you can either go to Professor Dumbledore and give your permission, and apologize to Hermione, or I will file for emancipation and you can leave." By the end of his speech, Mrs. Weasley had stopped crying, and was looking at him in shock, and what seemed to be horror. The two sat in silence for a minute. "Well?" he asked her, a little less sharp than he had been before.
"I'll sign the papers Ronald, but only because this is your responsibility." she replied, the hurt she held evident in her eyes as she walked silently to Professor Dumbledore's office. Ron walked back into the common room to comfort Hermione, but found that she had been listening just inside the portrait hole the entire time. She jumped on him, still sobbing.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I didn't mean for this to happen." She was uncontrollable.
"I know baby." Ron insisted, rubbing her back, trying her to keep himself from crying with her. Never in a million years did he think that he would ever talk to his mother in that way, but he didn't know what else to do. He was proud of himself for sticking up for Hermione, but he felt terrible about saying those things to his mother, who had done so much for him, and Hermione in the past. 'I guess that's just part of growing up.' he thought to himself, trying to make any excuse he could to make himself feel the smallest bit better about it.
AN: I know it was slightly out of character for Ron(or majorly, w/e), but I wanted to show that the whole situation was wearing on him, and that he had matured a lot, not only since he found out, but since the war. Hope you all liked it, please review! I'll get the next chapter up ASAP.=]