Unplanned Pregnancies
Summary: 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 Eleven: Showing
End of NovemberRon stared at his stomach. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He was showing.
Of course, Ron was definitely overjoyed, but there was a small little problem that his pants might not fit him anymore. At least his pants for school. He ran a hand over his stomach, and then he pulled his shirt down, walking out of the bathroom.
Ron really wanted to scream and shout, but he didn't want to wake the entire Gryffindor Tower. He sat down Indian style on his bed, his hands in his lap. He put his chin on his chest, and kind of rested it there.
Ron sat peacefully, letting everything flow through his mind. He knew he would try to write his parents.
A knock on the door interrupted his thinking. He lifted his head and stared at the door. "Who is it?" He thought he knew who it was, since it was coming from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Hermione. Can I come in?" She asked.
"Yeah, the door should be open." Ron said.
Hermione opened the door and walked into his room. She shut the door behind her. "I heard you in the bathroom, and I thought you were awake."
"I am." Ron said. He grabbed his wand from the nightstand, and pointed it at one of the wall torches. "Incendio!" He lit the torch. He turned and looked at Hermione, and he was surprised to see her looking worried. "What's wrong?"
"I got a reply letter from my parents…but I don't want to open it." Hermione said, sitting down on Ron's bed, across from him.
"Are you worried that they said something terrible and horrible?" Ron asked, sympathetically.
Hermione just nodded her head. "Yeah."
After a moment of silence, Hermione suggested something. Maybe they could read it together. That way, Hermione wouldn't be alone.
"I don't know. It's your letter Mione." Ron said.
"I don't care." Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders.
Ron thought for a moment. And then he nodded his head. Hermione slowly moved over so she was sitting next to Ron. They both unfolded the parchment, and began to read it.
Dear Hermione Granger,
Your father and I have talked this over. We are very glad that you're going to bear this child, even though we weren't expecting any grandchildren so soon. I am supporting you the entire way, along with your father. I just hope this wasn't the wrong decision.
I mean, I love you so much Hermione, but this is a big responsibility, and you can't just change your position with magic, or at least I won't allow it.
Now your father, being the man he is, wants to know who the baby's father is. Is he a nice young man, or is he someone you'd rather not bring home. What does he look like? Do your father or I know him…and how long have you been pregnant?
Also, maybe this Christmas, you and this young man can come over. Your father would like to talk to him. And do what any other father would do, to make sure that your safe and whatnot.
I apologize though, for not writing sooner. Your father and I were debating over this at dinner, and every other chance we got.
How are your classes going? I hope that Shape or Snape wasn't too hard on you. And has that young man…Viktor Krumm written you at all this year? He wrote us once over your summer vacation. I didn't know you didn't tell him that you were staying at Hogwarts for the entire summer. But we didn't tell him that. We weren't sure if it would comprise anything, so we just told him you were staying with some relatives in the states unexpectedly. I hope that wasn't wrong.
Now, keep in touch. I want to hear everything that's going on. I'm truly looking forward to this Hermione. I want you to know that.
Love,
Mum and Dad
Hermione exhaled slowly. "I guess they aren't that angry."
"At least not at you. I think I'm going to stay here for Christmas Hermione. But thank your parents for the invitation." Ron said, running a hand through his hair.
Hermione smiled at him.
"So Vicky wrote you over summer holiday?" Ron asked.
"I guess so…yeah."
"Hmm…" Ron casually
"What do you have against Viktor that I don't know about? I mean, nothing's wrong with him." Hermione said defensively.
Ron shook his head, "Nothing Mione. Just wondering, that's all."
"And don't call him Vicky." Hermione added as an afterthought.
Ron just shook his head.
As the atmosphere changed in the room, Hermione slipped out from next to Ron, to across from him. It was quiet, and Hermione was about to get up and go back to her room, when she noticed Ron's stomach. It was slightly larger than what it was the night before.
Hermione reached out and ran her hand down his stomach. Ron jumped at her touch, not really expecting it. "Are you showing, Ron?" Hermione asked, looking up at Ron.
Ron nodded his head. "Yeah, I am."
Hermione grinned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. "Oh yeah Ron! You were the first!" She said, squeezing him tight.
Ron smiled. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug as well. He felt a fluttering in his stomach and at first; he thought he was going to be sick. And then, he thought it was the baby. Then finally, it settled on something he had always previously felt, but never paid mind to. The active sign in his body telling him, he liked Hermione.
As they were hugging, the door opened and Harry walked in, not knocking beforehand since it was Ron's room.
He looked at Ron and Hermione hugging on the bed. "Whoa! What's going on here?" He asked.
They hastily broke the hug. Hermione's face was flushed, and Ron's ears were red, but you could barely tell because his hair was covering his ears. "We were just hugging." Hermione said, looking at Harry.
"Why? Do you normally wake up at ungodly hours and hug each other?" Harry asked.
"No. Ron's showing, and I hugged him. Besides, I was talking to him about my letter I got from my parents. He read it with me." Hermione said.
Harry cocked his head to the side, and stared at Ron. "You know, you can kind of tell that you're showing through your t-shirt." Then he looked at Hermione. "You're parents wrote? What'd they say?"
"Oh, you can read the letter." Hermione said, picking the letter up from her lap and handing it to Harry.
Harry unfolded the letter and began to read it, sitting down on the edge of Ron's bed in the process. After a minute or so, he grinned at Ron. "I guess you'll be going home with Hermione this year."
Ron shook his head. "I doubt it."
Harry shrugged his shoulders, and continued with the letter. When he finished, he folded it back up, and gave it to Hermione. "Well, now you have something to do. Ron, want to go play a game of chess?"
Ron nodded his head, and then shook it. "I can't. I have to find a pair of pants that'll fit me."
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Why don't you just wear that, and then go to Hogsmeade and buy new pants?"
Ron thought about it. He did have some money in the bank, after saving up. There should be enough for him to get a couple pairs of pants, and maybe some new robes. "When's our next Hogsmeade weekend?"
Hermione thought a moment. "I think in February."
"Then how can I go to Hogsmeade? I don't want to sneak…" Ron asked.
"Just ask Dumbledore. Tell him you need bigger clothes-"
"Are you calling me fat?" Ron asked, glaring at Harry.
"No, no I'm not. I'm just saying…Err…"
Ron grinned. "I'm just playing Harry! I know you wouldn't call me fat on purpose!"
Harry exhaled quietly.
"I think I might ask Dumbledore…but will you guy's come with me? I don't want to go by myself." Ron asked.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I have no problem with it."
Harry nodded his head. "Same here." He glanced at his watch. "I doubt we should go and wake Dumbledore up. It's only 5:32."
Harry stood up, cracking his back in the process. Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up too. "What are you doing up anyway?" She asked, looking at Harry.
Harry replied, "I couldn't fall sleep after I went to the loo. So I came up here to pounce on Ron and wake him up."
Both Harry and Hermione left Ron's room and went to their own dormitories. Ron glanced out the window, and saw that it was still dark outside. He wasn't tired anymore, but he didn't want to get dressed and leave his dorm. So he got a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink and began to write a letter to his parents.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Hello. Just wanted to write and say hello. Guess what? I'M SHOWING! I feel spectacular, happy, ecstatic and other words that may describe me.
How is everyone? Are Fred and George staying out of trouble? I hope so. How are Charlie and Bill as well? I haven't seen them in a long time.
Write back soon!
You're Son,
Ron Weasley
Ron stared at the letter for a moment. Then he folded it up and set it aside. At 5:45, Ron was sure there was nothing to do. Especially since it was early in the morning.
He got out of bed and began to go through his pants, trying to find the largest pair. He wasn't worried about his shirt, since his robe would cover it up.
At the bottom of his trunk, he found a pair of pants, that when he tried them on, they fit just enough to make it slightly uncomfortable. But he shrugged it off and found and shirt and threw it on. Then he got a robe and put it on. By the time he was done getting dressed, it was nearing 6:00.
He slipped on his shoes, and then he left his dormitory, pocketing his wand while going down the steps. He reached the Common Room, and saw that Ginny was the only one awake. He squinted in the faint fire glow, and began to walk towards her. "What are you doing up so early?" He asked.
Ginny looked up. "Oh, hi Ron. I'm just waiting for Harry and Hermione."
Ron sat down on the couch beside his sister. "Harry told me that you, Hermione, and him are going shopping for maternity clothing." Ginny said, looking at Ron.
Ron nodded his head. "Yeah. I'm showing and I need new pants."
Ginny smiled at Ron, but didn't say anything. They fell into a comfortable silence, just sitting there, next to each other.
After awhile, Ginny voiced her thoughts. "Have you thought of any baby names?"
Ron turned and looked at Ginny. His eyebrow was raised, and he had a comical expression on his face. "Gin, the first trimester isn't even over yet. Why would I be thinking of baby names?" And then, after a while he said, "Yeah, I thought of some names."
Ginny laughed quietly. "You were gonna start a row Ron. I've thought of some names too."
"And what are they? Have you told Harry, or suggested any to Harry?" Ron asked, crossing his arms and grinning at Ginny.
"Oh, I've thought of a few, but there's one that sticks out. I love the name Benjamin."
Ron looked at Ginny for a moment, and then his eyes flickered above her head, to the raven-haired boy that was behind her. The expression on Harry's face was absolutely hilarious to Ron. That's why he started to laugh. It looked like Harry had just found out that his birthday came twice a year, along with Christmas.
"What's so funny Ron?" Ginny asked, alarmed.
It took a moment for Ron's words to form in his head. But then he was laughing again, and all he did was point behind Ginny. Ginny turned and saw Harry, standing with the same expression on his face. "What's wrong with you, Harry. Did someone hit you with a dirty shovel?"
Ron continued to laugh, thinking about dirty shovels. That phrase didn't exactly fit well with Harry's expression.
"That's so wicked awesome!" Harry managed to say, before Ginny cut in.
"What's awesome?"
"The fact that you like Benjamin! I like that name as well."
Ginny nodded her head. "That's good. But-"
"And his middle name can be William." Harry finished.
Ginny was quiet a moment. "Benjamin William Potter. Benjamin William Potter. That has a nice ring to it. But what if it's a girl?"
"It won't be. Prominent Weasley genes." Ron said, seriously.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "But what about me?"
"The genes faltered a bit." Ron said, grinning again.
Ginny again rolled her eyes, and then she turned away from her brother. "So you like the name, Harry?"
Harry nodded his head, and then he sat down next to Ron. "Where's Hermione?"
Just then, Hermione came down the stairs carrying Crookshanks. "I'm right here. I had to get Crookshanks out from underneath my bed."
"Why?" Harry, Ron, and Ginny chorused.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I just wanted to." She set Crookshanks down. He scampered to the chair that was closest to the fire. He sat down in that. "So…are we going to wake Dumbledore up?"
Harry stretched, and then stood up. "I guess so. Gin, want to come?"
Ginny shook her head. "I can't. Today I was supposed to help Dennis make something for Colin's birthday."
"That's okay. It doesn't hurt my feelings that you don't want to spend time with me." Ron said, playfully.
"It's not that. It's just, I promised to help Dennis." Ginny said.
Harry patted Ginny's shoulder. "It's okay. We still love you."
Ginny sighed, and watched as Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Gryffindor Common Room. "My boyfriend is insane." She thought, getting up and going back to bed.
BB/N: I'm sorry I lied. But things have been screwing up, like getting sick, stupid tests, and the fact that I haven't stay up past 6:30 p.m. So yeah…sorry. This has changed a bit if you can tell. I guess you can tell…yeah…well I have to get ready for school….