Unplanned Pregnancies

Summery: Hogwarts has seen Werewolves to Goblins. From Goblins to Muggle-born Witches and Wizards. From Muggle-born Witches and Wizards to half and half. But when a prank is played, can it handle the outcome? Two Pregnant Teenage Wizards and Witch? Containing MPREG

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! The wonderful, magnificent J.K. Rowling does! So…yeah…BOLD PRINT!

Chapter Two: September 1st

Harry woke up bright and early. He was supposed to be going school robe shopping. The Professor's kind of forgot about it, until Ron and Hermione got their letters, and then they kept delaying it until today.

Harry climbed out of bed, and grabbed a fresh towel. He was going to take a shower. Harry was taking advantage of the empty dormitory, because Ron was Head Boy and he had his own dorm, but shared a bathroom with Hermione.

Hermione was waiting patiently as Ron went to the bathroom. She thought, for a moment, that he was in the bathroom longer than normal. He just needed to brush his teeth and use the toilet, and it had been nearly a half hour.

Since Hermione was a girl, she didn't want to peek into the bathroom. But then, she remembered the layout. On her side of the room, if you peeked in, you saw the shower and bathtub. So, cautiously she opened the door just a bit. "Ron, Ron are you in here?"

She heard mumbling and groaning, which surprised her. She opened the door wider and peeked in. Ron was sprawled out on the floor, his head as close to the toilet as possible.

"Ron?" Hermione asked alarmed. She walked into the bathroom, and stood over him. "Ron, what are you doing?"

Ron opened an eye and stared at her. "Sorry it took so long, but I'm not feeling to bloody fantastic."

She got on her knees and felt his forehead. "You're not running a temp. When did you start feeling ill?" She asked, concerned.

"Last night. Before I went to bed, I was brushing my teeth and I got a weird feeling in my stomach."

There was a knocking on the door. Then Harry popped his head in. "Is anyone in here?"

"Yeah." Ron and Hermione chorused.

Harry stepped in, and looked at them. "What are you doing?"

Hermione explained to Harry that Ron wasn't feeling to perky. Ron added his bit, which were mostly swear words. Harry grinned at him. "Probably something you ate. I heard this old Muggle saying. If you eat butterscotch-"

Ron sat up. Butterscotch was not a word he wanted to hear. He lifted up the toilet seat and up came his dinner from the night before. Hermione turned her head away, and Harry flinched. After a couple seconds or so, Ron stopped, but held onto the toilet seat.

"As I was saying, if you eat peppermint or the other thing, it settles your stomach. Crackers too." Harry finished.

"I have some peppermint. The little candy ones." Hermione said. She was unknowingly rubbing Ron's back.

"Where?" Harry asked, walking to the door that led to Hermione's room.

"In a small box that says 'Peppermints' on it. It's on my nightstand by my bed." Hermione said. She continued to rub his back, until she realized she was doing it. Then she stopped.

'Oh darn, she stopped.' Ron thought.

Harry came back with about a handful of peppermints. "Here Ron, eat one of these. It should make you feel a bit better."

Ron lifted his head from the toilet seat. He stared at Harry's hand for about thirty seconds before he took one peppermint. He clutched his nose shut, then put the peppermint in his mouth.

He sucked on it, as he let go of the toilet seat. "That's better." He murmured.

After about five minutes or so, Ron cleaned the bathroom up so it didn't smell like vomit, then he left, along with Harry so Hermione could take her shower.

In the time Hermione took her shower, which was fifteen minutes, Ron had four of the peppermints, and he made a mental note to buy some when he went to Diagon Alley.

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"I doubt we're going to be able to go to Diagon Alley by ourselves." Ron said, his hands jammed inside his pockets.

"Hopefully Malfoy doesn't come along too." Hermione said.

"Dumbledore or McGonagall will probably take us. Maybe even Hagrid." Harry said.

Ron took a peppermint out of his pocket and popped it inside his mouth. "That is my fifth peppermint."

They were walking down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office. That was the only place they could think of, where they would find out about their day.

"Err…Dungbomb Pop Tarts!" Hermione said.

The gargoyle moved to the side, and allowed the three of them in. They stood on the revolving staircase, Ron's eyes were tightly shut. The spinning was making him queasy. The staircase stopped, and Hermione knocked on the door.

"Come in everyone!" Dumbledore replied cheerfully. Hermione opened the door, and walked in. Harry and Ron were right behind her.

"What can I do for the three of you this fine wonderful morning?" Dumbledore asked, his fingers steepled, and his blue eyes twinkling brightly.

"How are we getting our school stuff?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I forgot about it once again! Severus is taking you three to Diagon Alley at 10:00 this morning!"

Harry glanced at his watch. It was 9:58 a.m. "Snape's taking us?"

"You mean Professor Snape. Of course he is! There isn't anyone else who was up for the job." Dumbledore replied cheerfully. In actuality, Dumbledore forced Snape to do it, even though McGonagall volunteered. Dumbledore said, 'Severus, you need to get to know the children.'

Snape opened the door to Dumbledore's office, and he walked in. He was wearing plain black robes and black trousers.

"Right on time." Dumbledore said, standing up.

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Hermione was following Snape as they walked across the Hogwarts grounds. "How are we getting to Diagon Alley?" She asked hesitantly.

"Apparating." Snape said.

"I'm not 17. My birthday is on the 19th." Hermione said.

Snape turned around. He looked almost surprised but not exactly. "Then hold Weasley's hand."

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, and then looked away. Ron's ears were red. And it wasn't from the cold air…it wasn't even cold.

They got off of Hogwarts grounds, and Harry pulled out his wand. He and Snape apparated away at the same time. Hermione took her hand out of her pocket. "Well…we might as well go now…"

Ron gently took her hand in his. He pulled out his wand and apparated away.

As soon as Ron and Hermione got to Diagon Alley, they dropped their hands. Hermione jammed her hands back in her pockets. "Err…lets go find Harry…shall we?" Hermione asked.

"A huh."

They looked around, and barely a foot away from them, was Snape. Harry was grinning at them, and Snape had an unidentifiable expression on his face. It almost looked like he was smirking. Almost like he was grinning. "What!" Ron exclaimed, his hands going into the air.

"I didn't say anything Weasley." Snape said.

"Same here mate. I didn't say a word." Harry said.

"Whatever." He mumbled.

Snape looked around. Barely anyone was in Diagon Alley. "What are you doing first?" Snape asked no one in particular.

"Gringott's. I have to get money." Harry said.

"Me too."

"I don't have any in Gringott's, but I'll come along." Ron said. The tips of his ears were bright red.

Snape sighed, and then they set out to Gringott's. When they get there, a goblin opened the door and allowed them in. Harry fished around his pockets, hoping he remembered his key. Hermione already had hers in her hand. Ron was just looking around.

Snape stood behind Hermione and Harry.

"Yes?" One of the goblins asked at a desk…

"These two need to get money out of their vaults." Snape said.

"And who are they?"

"Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Hermione Granger." Snape answered.

"And do Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger have keys to their vault?" The goblin asked.

"Yes they do." Snape said. He wasn't sure why, but this certain goblin was testing his nerves a great deal.

The goblin picked up a small bell and rang it. Another goblin, almost identical to him, came.

"Lenny, take this party down to their vaults. They can tell you their vault numbers on your way down."

Lenny bowed to the other goblin. "Yes Sir."

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The five of them went to a cart that would take them to their vaults. Snape got in first, then Ron, Hermione, Harry, and then the goblin.

Ron gripped the safety bar. His palms began to sweat, and he was surprised. This usually was his favorite part about going to Gringott's. The ride hadn't even started yet.

Hermione looked at Ron. She was about to suggest that he stay off the ride when the cart started. Too late.

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Ron nearly climbed over Snape as the cart came to a halt. He ran as fast as he could, which was fast, to the closest loo. It was in The Leaky Cauldron.

"Where's Weasley going?" Snape asked alarmed.

"I think he's sick again." Hermione said worriedly. The three of them walked to the Leaky Cauldron, where they saw Tom.

"Hi Tom." Harry said.

Tom nodded his head in a greeting.

"Did you see a tall red head come in?" Snape asked. By Dumbledore's orders, the trio had to be within sight of Snape. If his orders would be disobeyed, then…well…nothing really.

Tom nodded his head. "A young man of that description just came through barely two minutes ago Sir. He is in the loo, the third door to the left." Tom said, pointing to a marked door by the counter.

Harry walked to the door, and knocked on it softly. "Ron, Ron are you in there?"

"Yeah I am."

"Are you going to come out?" Harry asked.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, I look like a ghost and my breath smells bad."

"Do you have your wand?" Harry asked.

"Yeah…I do."

"Conjure up breath mints or something." Harry said.

"Err…Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry was about to answer, when he heard Ron at the toilet again. Harry stepped away from the door.

Hermione came up behind him again. "Is he sick again?"

"Yep."

Hermione walked to the bathroom door. "Ron are you in here?"

"Don't come in Mione." He said. His voice was muffled.

"I have to Ron." She persisted. Before he could answer she walked into the bathroom. She shut the door quickly behind her.

"Did she just walk into the Men's loo?" Snape asked, standing next to Harry.

"Yep." Harry answered

Hermione stood next to Ron. She was rubbing his back as everything he ate that day came up. She knew he was miserable.

After about a minute, he stopped. He groaned and hugged the toilet seat tighter. Hermione conjured up a peppermint, just one for him. "Ron, you have to eat this."

"Eat what?" He asked piteously.

"Peppermint. Just one."

Hermione handed the peppermint to Ron. He closed his nose with his fingers, and then he put the peppermint in his mouth with the other hand. The sudden taste of peppermint made his stomach settle immediately. But he didn't want to let go off the toilet seat. It was his new best friend.

"Ron, we have to go now." Hermione whispered.

"Do we have too?" He asked, lifting his head from the toilet seat.

Hermione nodded her head. Ron stood up, and cracked his back. He pulled out his wand, and cleaned the bathroom up. Now it looked like there was never a 17 year old boy in the bathroom throwing up. Hermione opened the door, and walked out. Ron was right behind her.

Snape and Harry were still standing in front of the door, but they were accompanied by another person. A woman who looked the same age as Snape. She had long black hair, and she was wearing black robes.

"You better Ron?" Harry asked.

"Better? Hmm…no, but I'll live…"

"Maybe he should go back to Hogwarts and see Poppy, Severus."

Hermione looked at the woman. Ron did too.

Snape sighed. He introduced the woman to Ron and Hermione. "Granger, Weasley, this is Emily. She's my wife."

BB/N: I kind of borrowed her from one of my stories I wrote previously. I just borrowed her name. Nothing else. LoL. Read Shopping, if you would like to learn more, but you obviously don't need to.

I don't think if people knew this...but I'm not trying to reproduce Magnolia Lane's idea of her 'Waiting in Vain', but I'm just borrowing her idea of male pregnancies and nothing else...at least I hope not. People can flame me, if I'm being unjust. I'll understand.