Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in here, only the one that
will be born in a future chapter (it doesn't look like you people are in
the mood for giving me 15 reviews, so I'll have to live with 8...) well, here
it is, and I hope it's easier to read (that goes for you meeny!)
Oh, this chapter is for (one of) my best friend, sparkle, (that's not her real name by the way [Oooooh habadabadee – people I am not normal!]) and meenyrocks, the psycho weirdo who is also my cousin. I hate you. You are evil. I'm joking. Well read it! (And meeny! You got another chapter dedicated to you! [partly]. Go you! And you go too, sparkle! Shine like the moon! Go you!)
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"Oh God, I'm really beginning to feel sick now," complained Hermione to Ron and Harry. Both were tired because she had spent all night talking to them, and had finished her entire box of Honeydukes' chocolate, and was now half way through finishing Ron's, because he had decided that he would rather she have it, than put up with her and her hormones.
"Well you shouldn't have finished that entire box of chocolates, should you?" Ron groaned, sounding completely dead.
"Oh God, I am so not ready for this!" Ron thought. "Even worse, I have to tell both our parents!"
"Hermione, both of our parents have been called in, I have to tell them." Ron gulped. "Are you sure you don't want to tell your-"
"No." Replied Hermione, but there was a trace of shakiness in her normally firm and calm voice.
They both sat there for a while, Ron's mind buzzing with what his mother and father were going to say.
"Oh my goodness! Ron! You're way too young! How on earth are you going to look after this child?" That would probably Mrs.Weasley's reaction. His father would sit there stunned. And he didn't even want to think what Hermione's parents were going to say...how on earth was he going to tell his girlfriend's parents that he'd gone and gotten their only child pregnant? He didn't even want to think about it.
"Uh...Hermione, I think we should go to Dumbledore's office now."
"O-okay."
Ron got of his chair and walked out of the portrait hole, and as Hermione followed, he smiled at her, and suddenly every trace of fear in her disappeared, and she didn't care what anybody thought about the situation.
Professor McGonigle was waiting at the entrance of the head teacher's office. She gave them a kind of reassuring smile as they approached her, and when they reached her, she said "Fizzing whizzbees," and the entrance to Dumbledore's office revealed itself.
Professor McGonigle stepped onto the third step, and Ron and Hermione, clasping each other's hands, both stood together on he second.
The further they went up, the number Ron's mouth and brain became.
They finally reached the entrance, and Professor McGonigle opened the door. Mr and Mrs.Weasley and Mr and Mrs.Granger were all sitting at Dumbledore's desk, and as they all sat there staring for an explanation, Ron's grip, now on Hermione's waist, tightened.
"Hello Professor," said Ron.
"Good morning Ron. Good morning, Hermione." Said Professor Dumbledore
"Good morning," replied Hermione in a squeaky voice. She felt herself go bright red.
"Hi mum, hi dad." Said Ron, carefully looking anywhere but at his parents and Hermione's parents.
"Hello Ron. Hello Hermione." Said Mrs. Weasley, looking Hermione up and down, who noticing, moved slightly so that Ron screened her from view completely, and Ron's hand moved from her waist back to her hand.
Hermione greeted her parents, but her greeting sounded more like a mouse squeaking because she couldn't bring herself to speak properly.
"Um, mum, dad, Mr and Mrs. Granger, me and Hermione have something really very important to tell you." Ron gulped. Hard. He looked at the four confused stares he was getting, and felt the remaining feeling leaving his legs. He found that his brain couldn't function, and the words just couldn't come out of his mouth. He started thinking, completely unaware of his surroundings. Thoughts about what everybody would think were swimming through his head. Then, half way through thinking what his parents would say, he suddenly realised that they were about to find out, and snapped back to reality.
"Well, mum, dad, Mr and Mrs. Granger," he addressed them. "What me and Hermione are trying to tell you is that, is that, well basically," Ron took a deep breath, and then said very quickly, "Erminesprenanwthmychld."
The four faces stared at him just as blankly.
"Her-Hermione is pregnant with my child." He said.
Well? Any good? Best be...joke, oh please read and review!! Until I put the next chapter on, imagine what their reactions will be...visualise...anyway, enough of that. I hope it's better that the crap I normally come up with! And Sapphire I've found out what the website is...tell me when you put it on, it should be a good story...let's hope. Anyway later people, I have to go now!! Buhbye! N take care every1!!
Oh, this chapter is for (one of) my best friend, sparkle, (that's not her real name by the way [Oooooh habadabadee – people I am not normal!]) and meenyrocks, the psycho weirdo who is also my cousin. I hate you. You are evil. I'm joking. Well read it! (And meeny! You got another chapter dedicated to you! [partly]. Go you! And you go too, sparkle! Shine like the moon! Go you!)
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"Oh God, I'm really beginning to feel sick now," complained Hermione to Ron and Harry. Both were tired because she had spent all night talking to them, and had finished her entire box of Honeydukes' chocolate, and was now half way through finishing Ron's, because he had decided that he would rather she have it, than put up with her and her hormones.
"Well you shouldn't have finished that entire box of chocolates, should you?" Ron groaned, sounding completely dead.
"Oh God, I am so not ready for this!" Ron thought. "Even worse, I have to tell both our parents!"
"Hermione, both of our parents have been called in, I have to tell them." Ron gulped. "Are you sure you don't want to tell your-"
"No." Replied Hermione, but there was a trace of shakiness in her normally firm and calm voice.
They both sat there for a while, Ron's mind buzzing with what his mother and father were going to say.
"Oh my goodness! Ron! You're way too young! How on earth are you going to look after this child?" That would probably Mrs.Weasley's reaction. His father would sit there stunned. And he didn't even want to think what Hermione's parents were going to say...how on earth was he going to tell his girlfriend's parents that he'd gone and gotten their only child pregnant? He didn't even want to think about it.
"Uh...Hermione, I think we should go to Dumbledore's office now."
"O-okay."
Ron got of his chair and walked out of the portrait hole, and as Hermione followed, he smiled at her, and suddenly every trace of fear in her disappeared, and she didn't care what anybody thought about the situation.
Professor McGonigle was waiting at the entrance of the head teacher's office. She gave them a kind of reassuring smile as they approached her, and when they reached her, she said "Fizzing whizzbees," and the entrance to Dumbledore's office revealed itself.
Professor McGonigle stepped onto the third step, and Ron and Hermione, clasping each other's hands, both stood together on he second.
The further they went up, the number Ron's mouth and brain became.
They finally reached the entrance, and Professor McGonigle opened the door. Mr and Mrs.Weasley and Mr and Mrs.Granger were all sitting at Dumbledore's desk, and as they all sat there staring for an explanation, Ron's grip, now on Hermione's waist, tightened.
"Hello Professor," said Ron.
"Good morning Ron. Good morning, Hermione." Said Professor Dumbledore
"Good morning," replied Hermione in a squeaky voice. She felt herself go bright red.
"Hi mum, hi dad." Said Ron, carefully looking anywhere but at his parents and Hermione's parents.
"Hello Ron. Hello Hermione." Said Mrs. Weasley, looking Hermione up and down, who noticing, moved slightly so that Ron screened her from view completely, and Ron's hand moved from her waist back to her hand.
Hermione greeted her parents, but her greeting sounded more like a mouse squeaking because she couldn't bring herself to speak properly.
"Um, mum, dad, Mr and Mrs. Granger, me and Hermione have something really very important to tell you." Ron gulped. Hard. He looked at the four confused stares he was getting, and felt the remaining feeling leaving his legs. He found that his brain couldn't function, and the words just couldn't come out of his mouth. He started thinking, completely unaware of his surroundings. Thoughts about what everybody would think were swimming through his head. Then, half way through thinking what his parents would say, he suddenly realised that they were about to find out, and snapped back to reality.
"Well, mum, dad, Mr and Mrs. Granger," he addressed them. "What me and Hermione are trying to tell you is that, is that, well basically," Ron took a deep breath, and then said very quickly, "Erminesprenanwthmychld."
The four faces stared at him just as blankly.
"Her-Hermione is pregnant with my child." He said.
Well? Any good? Best be...joke, oh please read and review!! Until I put the next chapter on, imagine what their reactions will be...visualise...anyway, enough of that. I hope it's better that the crap I normally come up with! And Sapphire I've found out what the website is...tell me when you put it on, it should be a good story...let's hope. Anyway later people, I have to go now!! Buhbye! N take care every1!!