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 Thirteen: Did it Really Happen?

It happened so fast. Ron hit the ground with a thud, and Hermione flew off the bed, tears cascading down her face. Pettigrew managed to come to, and he changed into his rat form. Malfoy became an owl, and he picked Pettigrew up and flew out the window.

A wail came from the other side of the bathroom door, as Ginny realized what had happened. She slid down to the floor, Harry's arms around her as she slowly sat on down on the floor.

"No. No, no, no, no, no." Ginny cried.

Hermione carefully swept the hair from Ron's face. "Ron. No, Ron. Wake up. Our baby needs a father. Please Ron!" She cried. She carefully was shaking him, but to no avail.

The Professor's stood in the doorway, motionless. Oddly enough, Snape felt like something had just attacked his heart.

"I'll get Madame Promfrey."

The Professor's turned around, and saw a small congregation of students on the stairs and behind them. The person who spoke was Neville. He turned around and ran down the stairs. A pathway was made for him.

Minutes passed by, but it seemed like hours. Hermione was still shaking Ron, trying to wake him up.

Madame Promfrey came up the steps, slightly winded. She was pale, her skin an ashen color. "Longbottom told me that there was…an accident. Please Albus. Tell me it isn't true."

Dumbledore moved, and Madame Promfrey walked into the room. With one look, she could tell he was…dead. "Someone needs to move Granger. He needs to be put on a stretcher." Madame Promfrey whispered sadly.

No one moved. But then Snape stepped forward, and came towards Hermione. All he could hear was crying, coming from Hermione, and what he assumed was Ginny. "Granger?" He said softly. Hermione ignored him, or she didn't notice him. He tried again. "Granger?"

Hermione wasn't listening to him. She was just trying to wake Ron up. "Ron! Wake up! Please?"

Snape turned around slowly. But when he tried to look at Dumbledore, his eyes landed on something that was barely at his knees. His daughter.

"Daddy? What's wrong?" Michelle asked.

"Michelle, what are you doing up here?" Snape asked sternly, trying not to have his voice falter when speaking to his daughter.

"I snuck up here. Why is everyone crying? What's wrong with Ron?" She asked, edging closer.

Snape tried to push his daughter back through the doorway, but she rushed passed him, and to Hermione. "What's wrong with Ron? Is he sleeping?"

Hermione looked at Michelle thoughtfully. And then a sob came from her, and she hung her head. Slowly she crawled away from Ron, just as Harry came in. Harry pushed passed everyone and stood somewhat close to Ron, but not as close as Hermione was. He was looking over his best friend. "He can't be dead." He whispered. "If I can do it, he can to." Harry said, referring to the fact that he himself was able to survive the killing curse because someone loved him enough. "Hermione?" He said, turning to her small form in the corner. "You were in here, you love him right? He can't be dead. I swear…if I did it, he can too."

Hermione shook her head. "But Harry! I didn't try…I could move, I couldn't push him out of the way or anything. When you're mum did it, she sacrificed herself. I didn't."

Madame Promfrey already put Ron on the stretcher, and put a white sheet over his body.

Harry felt a sudden rage at Hermione, but it disappeared as soon as it came. He could barely process that he was angry, before he sat down on the floor, and began to cry.

Michelle was unsure what was going on before. She had never been touched by death, meaning she had never known anyone who died, and she wasn't sure what to do. She saw everyone crying, but she wasn't sure why. She was positive Ron was just sleeping, and they were all upset because he wouldn't wake up.

Madame Promfrey made her way quickly down the stairs and outside the Gryffindor Common Room. All the professor's were behind her, except for Snape, who was trying to coax his daughter to leave the room.

Draco Malfoy was walking in the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. They were just leaving the library, after looking up something for his father.

They saw Madame Promfrey with the sheet and stretcher, and his smile faltered a bit. But as soon as the small parade had left, a huge smile broke out on his face. He turned towards his goonies, his hands held high, as if he were praising someone. "Ha ha! Father was right. Stupid Weasel is dead!"

Remus opened the door to the hospital wing, and everyone followed suit.

"Arthur, I'm going to bed."

Mr. Weasley looked up from a stack of parchment work that was in front of him. Both Mrs. Weasley and he were at the kitchen table, Mr. Weasley doing work for the Order, and Mrs. Weasley was knitting her Weasley sweaters for the family. "Goodnight Molly." He said, giving his wife a quick kiss.

Mrs. Weasley smiled at Mr. Weasley, before getting up and leaving the kitchen table. She walked to the living room to put away her knitting things, when she glanced at the clock.

Thinking she was seeing things, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked again. An ice-cold grip was on her heart, and she felt like she stopped breathing. "Arthur!" She yelled shrilly.

Mr. Weasley jumped from the table and ran into the living room, where his wife was. "Arthur! Arthur the clock!"

He looked at the clock, as the handles moved swiftly from Hogwarts to mortal danger.

Mrs. Weasley turned to Mr. Weasley. "It's Ron!"

Harry was sitting in the dark in the Gryffindor Common Room. After forcing Hermione to sleep because it was late, he was alone. Hermione was sleeping on the other end of the couch, slightly restless.

Harry rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe what had happened. First it was Sirius, and then it was Ron. Two of the most important people in his life.

Harry jumped as he heard yelling at the other end of the portrait. He stood up as fast as his pregnant body would let him, and he went to the portrait. It opened, and he climbed out.

Not knowing the portrait was opening, someone had just about hit Harry, but he backed up just in time.

His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw a silhouette of someone familiar. "Mrs. Weasley?" He asked.

"Harry?" She said. She opened her arms and hugged him tightly. Harry slightly collapsed in her arms. "Where's Ron? What happened to him?"

Harry hugged her for a moment longer, before letting go of her slowly. "Mrs. Weasley…Something happened today and"

"Potter!"

Harry turned his head so quickly that his neck cracked. He rubbed his neck, and squinted in the darkness. "Professor McGonagall?"

"You're needed in the Hospital Wing Potter. And who's that with you?"

"Molly and me." Mr. Weasley said.

"Then it would be best if you two come along as well." McGonagall said.

Harry and the Weasley's followed McGonagall down the corridor. McGonagall was explaining to the Weasley's what had happened earlier that day.

By the time they reached the hospital wing, Mrs. Weasley was in tears and she was crying softly. Mr. Weasley had his arms wrapped around his Mrs. Weasley.

Emily had just walked out of the Hospital Wing. She was carrying a large book, and it looked old. Her eyes were red, and her face was pale. You could tell she was extremely tired.

"He's in the last bed." She said quietly. "Poppy moved him so no one could see him."

Mrs. Weasley let out a wail, but they continued into the hospital wing. Harry, Mrs. Weasley, nor Mr. Weasley were prepared for what they were about to see.

BB/N: Another cliffhanger. Isn't it horrible? Anyway, I was almost crying in this chapter, and it wasn't even that bad! I'm the one who wrote it as well…I guess I just surprised myself…

Well, I hope everyone has a nice Easter, at least for those who celebrate Easter. If you don't, I hope you celebrate another holiday…I guess…

I'm listening to a song from my band class. Cyberspace Overture…It's one of my favorites.