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 Four: Back at Hogwarts

They all landed neatly on their feet outside the gates of Hogwarts. They walked up the steps, and into the Entrance Hall. Hermione handed Ron his bags back, and they dropped hands.

Emily said goodbye, and she and Snape went their separate ways. They left Harry, Ron, and Hermione alone in the Entrance Hall.

"Well," Hermione said, covering her mouth because she yawned moments beforehand. "I'm going to go to my dorm and take a nap. If I'm not up before…lets say five, could someone wake me up?"

"Sure, we wouldn't want you to starve to death." Harry said.

Hermione nodded, and she made her way to her dormitory with her bags. Ron stared at her as she walked down the corridor.

As soon as Hermione was out of sight, and hearing distance, Harry started to laugh uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked, turning to Harry. He was afraid something weird was going on with Harry.

"You have it so bad!" Harry said. He was clutching his sides, and tears were nearly coming to his eyes. "And I find it absolutely hilarious!"

"Have what?" Ron asked, slightly irritated.

"You are like madly in love with Hermione! I saw you staring at her as she walked down the corridor." Harry choked out.

"I do not!" Ron said indignantly. He ran a hand through his hair.

Harry nodded his head. "Yes you do."

Ron looked at Harry. "Mate, if you continue to mess with me, I'll hit you so hard that you'll fall into next Tuesday."

Harry thought, 'Tease Ron forever more, and get hit, or not mention that he had it bad, and laugh forever more inside my head?' He chose the latter. "Fine, I'll stop." Harry said, putting his hands up in defense.

That seemed to lighten Ron's mood a bit. "Want to play chess?"

"Err…sure."

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"Poppy, have you seen Weasley today?" Snape said. He was in the Hospital Wing, helping Madame Pomfrey make some potions.

"I haven't seen Weasley at all today." Madame Pomfrey said.

Snape rolled his eyes. He knew Ron wouldn't come to the Hospital Wing. "All right."

"Why do you ask?"

"He got sick a couple times today. That reminds me, I have to do something for Emily. Would you mind if I left for a moment or two?"

"I think I can handle these two cauldrons. You can go do what you need to do. Don't bother to come back Severus." Madame Pomfrey said.

Snape nodded his head, and grabbed his wand. He left the Hospital Wing, and made his way to the dungeons.

"Hello Professor."

"Hello Draco." Snape said. He was slightly surprised to see Draco, as he hadn't seen him for a long time. Even though he was staying at Hogwarts for the summer. He went to the potions classroom and into the corner where his supplies were. He opened the cupboard and looked at his ingredients. His eyes traveled from shelf to shelf. Towards the bottom, his eyes got huge. "Oh…no…"

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"You see Harry, if you move this bishop to the left, you could have me in checkmate."

"Then what about my rook?" Harry asked.

They were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, in front of the blazing fire. It was chilly in the common room. Harry lost the game of chess, but with all the pieces still in their right places, Ron was explaining how Harry could have beaten him. But it was a very intense game. It lasted for a couple hours.

"Well, if you move him, I can take him. You see my pawn? My knight? You would be moving into my territory."

"Oh…I see…" Harry said, cocking his head to the side and starring at the board.

"What time is it Harry?" Ron asked. He was putting away his pieces.

"It's 5:05. Why?"

Ron abruptly put his rook down. "Weren't we supposed to do something at five?"

"Err…I don't know. Let's ask Hermione."

Ron and Harry stood up, and made their way up the boy's dormitory steps. Ron was able to go up the girls staircase, because he was Head Boy, but Harry wasn't allowed.

They walked through Ron's bedroom, and through the bathroom, and into Hermione's room. Hermione was sleeping in her bed.

"Mione! Mione wake up!" Ron said, shaking Hermione gently.

Hermione rolled over and looked up at them. "What?"

"What were we supposed to do at five?" Harry asked.

Hermione stared at them for almost ten seconds.

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"You were supposed to wake me up." Hermione said, sitting up.

"Oh…well…wake up Hermione!" Harry said, shaking her.

"I'm up already!"

Ron snickered. "We wanted to make sure. Anyway…what are we going to do now?"

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Snape was walking briskly to Dumbledore's office. Potions and their ingredients were flashing through his mind. There were two types of gillyweed that he had. Fresh gillyweed, that you used to go underwater, and crushed gillyweed, which was like a poison. If you ate crushed gillyweed, you're more likely to die 24 to 48 hours after you consumed it.

"Dungbomb Pop Tarts!" Snape said to the gargoyle. The gargoyle moved over, and allowed Snape onto the revolving staircase.

Without even waiting for the stairs to reach the top, Snape ran up them. He knocked on Dumbledore's door.

"Come in Severus!"

Snapewent in. Professor McGonagall was sitting across from Dumbledore. But Snape didn't even acknowledge her. "Albus, someone has been in my supply cupboard."

Dumbledore looked at Snape. "I can check the students here, and see if they know anything about it."

"No Albus, this is important. It was crushed gillyweed. It was stolen."

Dumbledore nodded his head. "I can replace it, if you need it that badly."

Snape shook his head again. "This isn't like fresh gillyweed. If it's crushed, it's dangerous. Once it's crushed, it becomes a poison. It could kill a dragon with a small dosage, within two weeks it's consumed. It could kill a mere human within 24 to 48 hours after it is consumed. We need to find the perpetrator, and find out what he…or she did with it."

Dumbledore stood up. "Minerva, can you get the students into my office immediately? Severus, check your supply cupboard and see if anything else was stolen. Also, check with Poppy. She may have borrowed some, and forgotten to mention it."

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Hermione was staring at the chessboard. Harry had just moved his pawn, and it was her turn. Ron was on the sidelines, giving hints to both Harry and Hermione.

The portrait swung open, and Professor McGonagall walked in. The first thing she noticed was the heat. It felt like 90 degrees in the Common Room.

"What in the world are you doing? Why do you have the fireplace blazing?"

Ron looked up at McGonagall. "It was cold. Now it's just a bit chilly."

She shook her head. "Albus wants the three of you inside his office immediately."

Hermione stood up. "I put you in check Harry."

Harry looked at the board, and was surprised. He shrugged his shoulders. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed McGonagall into the corridor. They saw Malfoy standing outside the portrait.

"What are you doing here?" Ron growled. He still remembered what he said to Hermione the day before.

"Same reason you're here, Weasel." Malfoy shot back.

"It looks like were going to be spending time with the white ferret, aren't we?" Harry asked.

"Stop it! Can't you act like young adults, and stop trying to get at each others throats." McGonagall snapped.

It became quiet, and they silently walked to Dumbledore's office. Hermione noticed that they weren't exactly walking; it was more like a slow paced run.

McGonagall said the password, and they got on the revolving staircase. McGonagall was tapping her foot impatiently.

The door to Dumbledore's office was open. McGonagall just walked in, Malfoy behind her, Hermione behind him, and Ron and Harry were standing next to each other.

Snape, Madame Pomfrey, and Dumbledore were in the office.

"Have a seat." Dumbledore said, issuing the chairs that were in front of his desk.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down, but Malfoy stood a ways away from them. "I'd rather not sit next to them, Professor."

"Mr. Malfoy, sit." Dumbledore said, his voice a bit sterner than normal. Malfoy hesitated a moment, and then he sat down on the other side of Ron.

"Now, I need some explanations to our questions." Dumbledore began. Harry shivered in his seat. It was getting chilly in Dumbledore's office. "Have any of you been to Professor Snape's classroom for any reason at all?"

Harry raised his hand. "I have sir."

"I know why you were there Potter." Snape said.

"What about the three of you? Have you been in his classroom at all?" Dumbledore asked. His dismissed Harry as a suspect. Neither Ron nor Hermione raised their hands, nor did Malfoy. "No reason at all? Help with homework, anything?"

Harry started to rub at his arms. It was really getting cold in his office.

"All right. How have you been feeling lately?"

Before anyone could answer, Harry snapped. "Why is it so bloody cold in here!"

The adults and Malfoy looked at Harry cautiously. "I'd have to agree with Harry." Ron said.

"I do too, and Harry, don't swear." Hermione said, agreeing with him, and chiding him at the same time.

Snape lifted an eyebrow. He had a piece of parchment and a quill. He wrote down how three out of the four students were cold. It was like seventy degrees in the room. He didn't think this was a side effect to any of the potions that he thought of. Madame Pomfrey was listening closely. She didn't want to miss any key details to this.

"You should still bewarm from your common room. You had the fireplace blazing." McGonagall said.

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"You can leave my office now." Dumbledore said politely.

The four students left the classroom, leaving the adults alone.

"Albus, I think Weasley, Granger, and Potter have just caught a cold. I don't think it's anything serious." Madame Pomfrey said.

"I thought the same thing." Dumbledore said.

Snape shook his head. "But something is bothering me. Emily had an idea, but I thought it was positively ludicrous."

"And what was that Severus?" McGonagall asked.

"They were eating ice cream, and Emily suggested that Weasley and Granger were pregnant, because they were eating odd ice cream flavors."

It became quiet in the room. "What flavors could lead up to that suggestion?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"I think it was pickles and mustard or something…" Snape said.

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BB/N: I guess I finished this chapter… Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Recently, all I've been doing is school, babysitting, sleep. I haven't done my homework in...Merlin knows how long... So, I apologize for not updating. Also, Chrystal, did you read that story? I would have called you...but I didn't...