Well, here's the next chapter! The next chappie won't be up as fast, so you'll have to do with this one! Hope you enjoy it!

:Disclaimer: Still don't own it. ::sobs::

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Chapter Two: I'm a mum?

Ron hit the floor with a thump, and groaned.

"What just happened?" he spoke aloud, brushing his shockingly red Weasley hair out of his eyes. He got up onto his knees and looked around, there was Hermione, looking particularly furious, and Harry, and Ginny. Ron stopped at Ginny, because he couldn't remember anyone else being in the common room - but - had he really heard Malfoy...? 'Nah,' he thought, and stood up. The rest were already on their feet, and if looks could kill, Ronald Weasley would've been dead about three times over. He smiled sheepishly at them.

"Er...sorry about that - you see, Hermione startled me, that's all, and well, I sort of - dropped that time turning thing she wears - I thought you gave that up, Hermione!" he said, trying to change the subject.

Hermione, almost as if she read his mind, scolded him. "Don't you dare try to change the subject Ronald!" She stopped her lecturing as he started to smile.

"It's not funny!!" she exploded, and Ron looked shocked, and began to try and explain himself.

"Well, it's just, you look really great when you're angry like that, and - "

It was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Hermione puffed herself up to full height (which was barely up to Ron's chin), hair big as ever, and bearing a striking resemblence to Mrs. Weasley. Hermione began poking Ron in the chest with her forefinger, and he backed up into a wall.

"Do you know WHERE exactly we are, Ronald??" she asked him, her eyes sparking. "Do you?!?"

Ron shook his head meekly.

"Well, neither do we! And it's YOUR FAULT!!" Hermione shouted, poking him for emphasis.

Harry stood by, fully enjoying this. He would end it soon enough, of course. As he watched Ron and Hermione, something caught his eye. It was Ginny. She looked as if - well, she looked as if she was talking to thin air. Harry gave her a curious look, wondering what in the world she was doing. That was when he heard the snickering.

Ron and Hermione were oblivious to it, as they were still bickering about the time turner. Harry began to walk over to Ginny, making it seem like he just wanted to talk. But as he stopped, smiling at Ginny in greeting, he moved his hand slightly over to the side she had been whispering to, and smirked when he felt the fabric, and gave it a mighty tug. Down it came, and Harry was struck dumb as he looked at who he'd unearthed. Ginny had covered her face with her hands, and suddenly at speaking in the room ceased, and Hermione gave a small sigh. Harry looked over at Ron, who was staring at the person who Harry had discovered, and who's ears were beginning to turn a delicate shade of red.

"Malfoy...?" he asked, disbelieving, then his eyes turned to Ginny. "Ginny, and....Malfoy?"

Hermione grabbed Ron, holding him back as he started to make his way towards Draco, but it did nothing. She finally let him go, and when it looked like Ron was about to deliver Draco the biggest beating he'd ever recieved, Ginny stepped in front of him.

"Leave him alone, Ronald..." she said, and Ron went to push her aside, but she pushed him back. "I mean it! I know how to do the Bat Bogey Curse, don't make me use it on you...."

Meanwhile, Draco was smirking at Ron behind his back, and that's when Ron blew his top. Harry, sensing this was coming, covered his ears.

"THE FERRET?!? GINEVRA WEASLEY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!? SCUM LIKE THAT??? WHY COULDN'T YOU CHOOSE SOMEONE SENSIBLE?? GALLOPING GARGOYLES, WHAT WOULD MUM SAY IF SHE KNEW YOU WERE WITH THIS - (Ron said something here that made even Harry widen his eyes.)"

Before Ron could continue berating Ginny, the common room door opened, and a boy with flaming red, curly hair walked in. Ron immediately stopped yelling, and stared stupidly at him. He was clearly a Weasley. Ron had never seen him before, however. Everyone stared at the boy, who became intensely uncomfortable.

"Well, well, well..." Draco drawled, smirking. Ron turned to look at him. "Looks like Weasley and Granger had a little baby boy."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in horror, and Harry just grinned. He knew it.

"That is NOT my son, Hermione and I would never do...that!" Ron said, blushing furiously. Hermione nodded fervently in agreement. Harry rolled his eyes. Boy, these two were clueless sometimes.

Meanwhile, the poor boy was looking from Ron, to Hermione, to Harry, to Ginny and Draco, then back to Ron.

"Dad...?" he asked incredulously, then turned to Hermione. "Mum...?" He had a look on his face that reminded Hermione so much of Ron that she nearly burst out into hysterical laughter.

"What in the bloody hell are you all doing here? Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, Uncle Draco...?"

Draco's face contorted into disgust.

"You are most certainly not my nephew. Why in the world - "

Hermione interrupted him.

"We came here with a Time Turner. It wasn't supposed to take us this far in the future..." she said, her face screwed up, like usual, in deep thought.

"So why are you here, then, Mum?" he asked, confused as ever. Hermione looked up, and she nearly burst into tears. She was a Mum?

"Umm...sorry..." she apologized, sniffling, and brushed a hand over his hair. "What's your name?"

"Brian Weasley," he said, smiling. "One of four other Weasleys, so far, at least. I thought I heard talk of Mum being pregnant, but -" He stopped, as he noticed Ron go considerably pale. He decided he would bring up the others another time. "So why DID the Time Turner bring you this far?"

At that, everyone stared at Ron, who shrugged. "Who cares? How are we going to get out of here??"