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Visits of Many

In a sterile hospital room on a fine Friday afternoon sit our three pregnant heroes. Harry is playing his Game Boy SP and though we can't see which game it is exactly, we hear little obnoxious noises emitting from the handheld object. Draco is debating in his head whether it was really worth it to pay so many galleons to wait 20 minutes (and counting) in a too small, too quiet, too anything that's not good hospital room only to be told information they already know. Then there is Ginny sitting in a chair in the corner, jumping back and forth between the thoughts of her defense essay, and whether or not green was the right color to paint her nails or if she just should have gone with the blue instead. Nobody speaks simply because nobody feels like it. The room augments their voices and gives them the suspicion that people outside could hear their conversation. Our heroes like their privacy, hence their upturn collars, hats, and sunglasses they are sporting at the moment, with the exception of Harry who needs to keep his spectacles on in order to see.

After around ten more minutes of silence (obnoxious music aside) the doctor enters. The straight, married, very sexy male Doctor Bourne, half of the obstetrician duo – the other half is femme Doctor Bourne, the wife and more intelligent of the two (as if that needed to be stated).

"Well, good afternoon" he says to the group, in the faux, cheery voice used by a doctor who spends so much time looking up other women's skirts, that when it comes to his own wife he prefers the linebacker position, "Miss Weasley, I believe you should trade places with these two gentlemen who escorted you." he addresses Ginny as she has ditched the hat and shades, forgetting about her collar.

"I believe you are mistaken. Those are your patients." Ginny points. "I was already examined by your wife."

Doctor Bourne takes another around the room glance, a little longer this time. "You mean they're pregnant as well?" Ginny nods. "Both of them?" Again Ginny nods. Dr. Bourne checks his clipboard; it appears she is correct, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Wait a tick. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? Ginny Weasley?

Now he is making a show of trying to see past their casing. Draco sighs agitated and yanks off his hat and Harry's, and pulls off his sunglasses. "Holy Hell." Doc mutters. "When you say 'those' you mean both of them?" he turns back to Ginny.

Draco can no longer bite his tongue. "No, she means those posters on the wall of the innards of a female! Of course, she means both of us, you know nothing nitwit! A month ago, we find out Ginny's pregnant, turn out there are two babies one for both Harry and me! Of course that's only fair right!" he exclaims sarcastically. "Before that we had enough shit to deal with from our training and a whole list of people that we find very important to us not wanting to visit us for our 'living arrangement' and those who do are forced to sneaking out of their houses to see us. Now, we find that both Harry and I are pregnant. Harry and I! Harry – and – I! Men! So then we drag ourselves to this cramped, tasteless, cubicle you call a room to wait a half an fucking hour not to mention the full fucking hour we spent in the waiting room, and all the galleons you're going to mooch off of us for all this sitting, and breathing in your shitty air. And for what! So you could tell us exactly what we already know! If I was a lesser person I'd take you down right here, right now!" Draco finishes, breathing a little more heavily.

"Do you feel better now?" Ginny asks slouched in her chair and yawning.

"Do you want ice cream on the way home?" Harry has paused his game and is patting Draco's back comfortingly.

"Praline double-scoop?" Draco asks puppy-eyed.

"Anything you want."

"Are you sure he's only a month? Looks like the mood swings are setting in now."

"Oh, this is natural." Ginny answers.

"I'd hate to be you in a few months…"

Draco opens his mouth to retort, but Ginny stops him. Dr. Bourne looks a little unsettled now, looking at his clipboard, "Right, well, you're histories were checked and you're good, and you are, in fact, pregnant…" Doc goes on to explain the dos and don'ts of pregnancy.

A while later they all walk out of the room and run into Ginny's doctor (the smarter Bourne), " Good afternoon Ginny, Mr. Potter, Mr. Mafloy." She smiles and they nod in return.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew they were together?"

"I didn't find it important. Stop pestering people."

"I like her." Draco says of the femme Dr. Bourne.

"Hmm." Harry responds still in his game.

"Is he always like that?"

"No, not always. Example: Harry, I'm feeling anxious." Ginny says in her semi-seductive voice.

Harry's head shoots up. "Now?" his words are quick and antsy, "But all the people – I suppose there's got to be a closet around. We'd have to be quiet though. I can be quiet. I don't know about Ginny though she tends to be a little loud." Ginny reddens and they all Apparate to the ice cream shop and then home leaving the Bournes in the hallway.

"He's a bit strange."

"They're all more than a bit strange."

Back at the mansion, Ginny, Draco, and Harry sit awaiting their dinner guests. Tonight would be the night they would make the announcement of their pregnancies. At the moment it's two o'clock, and the guests weren't due to arrive until five. Draco is still immersed in his praline double scoop.

"We still got a few hours. What do you want to do?" Ginny asks.

"Wanna finish that porn?"

"Oh good Lord!" Draco yells, Ginny and Harry snap their heads in his direction. "I have a split end!" the two roll their eyes. "Men aren't supposed to have split ends!"

"Anyways, it'd be a bad idea, somebody might come early."

"Wanna teach me how to cook?" Draco asks.

"If you're never going to cook again, why bother?"

"Good point. Wanna get into a wild-fuck riot?"

"That's how we got this way to begin with."

"Right."

"Well, we can't get like this again for a while."

"Good point."

"Either way, we shouldn't, for the same reason we aren't finishing the porn."

"Play chess?" Ginny suggests.

"Who are you? Weasley?" Draco teases.

"Exactly."

"No. That's for two players. Let's play Game Cube! Super Mario Party!" Harry exclaims.

"Uh, okay."

"I wanna pounce you."

"No."

"No. Mario Party 2."

"That Muggle shit you mess with?"

"Yeah."

"Why not?" Draco shrugs.

A couple hours and almost thirty rounds later there's a pounding at the door to the Apparition chamber.

"Get the door!" Harry, Ginny, and Draco yell simultaneously, eyes glued to the screen.

More pounding.

"Coming!" comes the response of the three.

"You get it." they each say nudging the person next to them.

"Ok, the person losing." Harry says.

"Not fair!"

"Quite fair. Go ahead, Ginny." she gets up in a huff and proceeds to the door. There is more pounding and it doesn't serve to make Ginny feel any more cheery.

"I'm coming!"

As soon as the door is open a sea… well, lake… er, very large puddle…? of people tumble out, some of them falling to the floor.

"I think you need a bigger chamber." Ron says getting up and rubbing his shoulder.

"Come on people. Out of the hallway." Ginny conducts.

Back in the living room, Harry and Draco are still glued to the game.

"I passed you, Potter!" Draco exclaims. Harry was biting his lip, frowning and rising onto his knees. Just a little more, a little farther… Blue screen. Ginny shut off the game.

"What'd you do that for? I was kicking Potter's arse!"

"Hey! I was coming back!"

"The guests are here." Ginny says in a clipped tone. The Weasleys (including the wives), Snape, Pansy, Blaise, Neville, Luna, Lupin, Narcissa, and Tonks. Harry and Draco stand up straightening their robes and greeting everybody like the nice young gentlemen they were supposed to be. Realizing they'd spent all the time playing and no time cooking Harry rushed into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and Draco leads them all into the library.

Everybody else is more or less rather fidgety. They knew there would be announcement to be made, that it would be something important and more than likely something that not everybody would be pleased about; considering all the parties concerned. Nobody dare allow himself or herself to have the hopes it would be something they would want to celebrate.

There is stilted conversation, little inquiries about things one has heard in the news about the other. It was not so much that they didn't get along. They were just a very diverse group and not all that comfortable forced into each other's presence like so.

"So why couldn't I get in?" Ron asks Draco in an undertone.

"We changed the security settings on the door."

"What'd you do that for?" Draco opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off.

"What's the whispering for?" Hermione enters whispering as well.

"Your sod of a husband being nosy, trying to weasel out the announcement before everybody else finds out."

"Ron, be patient. We all have to wait. And leave them alone. They tell when ready." Hermione scolds. Ron glares at Draco.

"I'll assist Harry with dinner."

"Don't bother. I can see to that." Draco stands up quickly.

"Ah. No. You're not allowed in the kitchen remember? I'll do it. Just a bit longer until dinner." She pushes him back into his seat.

"Banned from the kitchen?"

"Long story."

"We've got a while."

"Er, really, really long story. I'll tell you at dinner, or after…"

"Dinner is served." came the cool, mechanical, female voice of the "dinner bell."

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Well as for as where we got some things the doctors' last name: Bourne we got from the Bourne Identity. The linebacker position thing was inspired by an interview Raven read on the Strokes; the question: what is your favorite sexual position? I don't believe their was anything else. We'll check later.