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 Fourteen: Bloody Hell and Some
BB/N: Before I start this chapter, I got a question that deserves to be answered.
Lunaweasley: Are Harry and Ron's children's fathers also Ron?
I can answer that. Hermione is pregnant with Ron's baby. Ron is pregnant with Hermione's child. Harry is pregnant with Ginny's child. I kind of messed up when I was explaining it in the first chapter.
BB/N: I hope I answered your question!
Mrs. Weasley walked into the Hospital Wing behind Harry. Harry wasn't sure he wanted to see his best mate…dead in a bed, in the Hospital Wing.
Madame Promfrey walked over to Mrs. Weasley and gave her a hug. "He should be up in a few hours or so."
Harry quizzically looked at Madame Promfrey. He was about to say something, but decided against it. He led the way to Ron's bed, and when he saw him, he nearly fell over.
Ron was in a bed, his head propped up with pillows. His skin was so pale that his freckles stood out like blemishes. But what Harry found strange, was the fact that his chest was moving rapidly. Ron Weasley was supposed to be dead.
"What's going on?" Harry finally asked, turning to Madame Promfrey.
"It's actually quite strange." Madame Promfrey began. "He was hit with the killing curse all right, but he wasn't actually hit. It just nicked his shoulder. Not exactly killing him, but just making him faint. He is lucky, if it hit his shoulder, he would be dead." Madame Promfrey said.
"What?" Harry asked. "He's alive?"
"Yes he's alive." Madame Promfrey said.
"How is the baby?" Arthur asked. It was the first time he said anything.
"The baby is fine. No harm done whatsoever. But Mr. Weasley on the other hand, will need to stay off his feet for the moment. I'll need to see his back, because the strain from the baby is making it exhausted, and he landed on his back, making it much worse."
Mrs. Weasley pulled a chair up to Ron's bed. "Arthur, I'm staying here with him. He'll need to see me when he wakes up." Mrs. Weasley said.
Mr. Weasley nodded his head. "I'm going to go talk to Albus. Come along Harry. I'll walk you to your Common Room.
"I want to stay while. Make sure nothing happens." Harry said stubbornly. He grabbed another chair and brought it over to Ron's bedside. Mrs. Weasley told Mr. Weasley it was okay; she'd keep an eye on the both of them. Mr. Weasley nodded his head and left.
Hermione woke up soon after Harry left. She felt ill to her stomach, so she went upstairs and went to her bathroom, where she promptly got sick.
After a few minutes, Hermione left her bathroom, and went to her room. She smelled a sour smell, and she knew what it was. She went to the side of her bed, and with a quick flick of her wand, she cleaned it up. The she went to her robe that was hanging up and grabbed a letter that was in there. It was from Viktor Krum. She knew she shouldn't be reading it at the moment, but she wanted something to do, to take her mind off of her best friends death.
Hermione opened the letter and began reading it.
Hermione Granger,
I got your letter a couple weeks ago, but I've been busy with quidditch and was unable to write you back. I sent mail to your home, and you're parents said you weren't home this summer. You were visiting American relatives. Was it fun?
I don't know what to say about this news that you have shared with me. Am I supposed to be overjoyed? You're pregnant at seventeen! How am I supposed to be overjoyed? And with Ron Weasley's child!
What about us Hermione? I thought we were meant to be, not that boy and you. Hermione Granger and I, Viktor Krum, were supposed to be getting married after you leave your school. I have surprised you with this knowledge, no? I was hoping to ask you after you left school, but I shall ask now.
Hermione, will you marry me?
Love,
Viktor Krum
Hermione felt ill to her stomach again, and she got off her bed and went to the bathroom. She threw up whatever was left in her stomach, and then she sat on the floor in the middle of the bathroom.
She began to cry. She didn't know she had all these pent up feelings, but everything seemed to come out while she was crying.
How was she supposed to marry a man she didn't love, and have her best friends child, who she happened to love? And she was pregnant at seventeen! She wasn't supposed to be having children at the moment, or thinking about getting married to a nationally known quidditch star, who loved her, but she didn't return the feelings too.
How was she supposed to even think about it, when she blamed the death of her friend on herself, and she never got to say goodbye. They were in a row when he died, and he allowed himself to get hit with curses that were meant for her.
Hermione brought her knees up to her chest, and she began to cry a lot harder.
Mrs. Weasley was holding Ron's hand, and talking to Harry. "How have things been going Harry? What do you plan on doing with the baby?"
"Oh…things have been going well. Emily, Snape's wife, said that since these are magic induced pregnancies, Ron, Hermione, and I are going to get larger, a lot quicker. Faster than most pregnant women anyway. What I plan on doing with the baby…I plan on taking care of him. Ginny and me already decided a name, and Ron said it was Weasley genes to have males, so were expecting a boy. I don't know what I'm going to do after Hogwarts now. I don't want to think about it."
"How are Ron and Hermione taking it? I know I haven't talked to Ron in ages, and I haven't talked to him at all about the baby."
"I think Ron is taking it very well. Hermione too. I don't think the two of them have planned on dating, but Hermione is positive that she wants Ron in the baby's life, and vice versa. Ron was the first one to show, and we went shopping a few days ago. Now we are all equally large, and equally bloated." Harry said, laughing slightly. He thought it felt good to laugh, after crying for a few hours, hours before hand.
"Oh, I don't know about Hermione, but I know Ron is going to suffer great pains. He'll be sick the most, and have the worst backaches. That's in Weasley genes too." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling fondly at her son.
"He's already suffering from that." Harry said.
Arthur came back into the room. "Harry, son. Albus said it's about time for you to head back to bed, and he wants you to check on Hermione. Does she know about Ron yet?" He asked.
Harry stood up. "No she doesn't. We should go tell her." Harry said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, and then he and Mr. Weasley left the Hospital Wing. That was when Harry realized he was extremely tired. He and Mr. Weasley walked in silence.
Harry opened the portrait, and he and Mr. Weasley climbed through. They stood in the Common Room for a moment, and then Hermione came down the stairs, wiping her eyes.
"Harry? Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked surprised.
"Are you okay Hermione?" Harry asked. "And we have good news!"
Hermione shook her head. "You can tell me later. Right now, I'm hungry." Hermione said. She patted her stomach. "Plus, you have to read this letter. I don't know what to do." Hermione said. Harry heard the distraught in her voice, and he immediately became awake.
"What letter?" He asked.
"I'll tell you later. Right now I'm hungry." Hermione said.
Mr. Weasley shook his head. "I'll go to the kitchens for you Hermione. What do you want?"
Hermione thought. "Can I have some asparagus…and pickles please? Whole pickles and asparagus." Hermione said. "Do you want anything Harry?" Hermione added.
"An apple." Harry said.
Mr. Weasley nodded his head. And then Hermione directed Harry to the couch. She pulled out her wand. "Lumos!" She said. Her wand lit up, and it allowed her to read in the Common Room.
She sat down next to Harry and handed him the note. "Read it. I don't know what to do."
Harry unfolded the letter and began to read. "It's from Krum." He muttered. He read the first line. He thought that was okay. He usually asked stuff like that in his letters. And then…he read on. "I know I wasn't ecstatic about the child…but man! He's just laying it on you." Harry murmured. He read on. "What does he mean by Ron's child? Is that a bad thing?" He continued to read. His eyes got large. "Are you and Krum dating?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Just keep reading." She said in despair.
"He WHAT?" Harry asked, finishing the letter. "He wants to what? Am I reading this right? He wants to what? Marry you? That's impossible."
"Is there something wrong with someone wanting to marry me?" Hermione asked coolly. Even though she didn't like Krum that way, she thought Harry made it sound like no one would want to marry her.
"No…that's not what I meant. You are supposed to get married to Ron." Harry said. And then he clapped his hands over his mouth, the letter laying forgotten in his lap. "Never mind. I didn't say anything. What are you going to do about this?" He asked.
"Ron likes me?" Hermione asked. Her eyes were wide.
Harry was in a predicament. If he said no, then that would mean he was lying, and would probably ruin the chances of Ron and Hermione ever getting together. If he said yes, that would mean he betrayed Ron, and it would be awkward between the too.
"Never mind. I don't want to know. What am I supposed to about the letter?" Hermione asked.
"Say no. You're too young to get married." Harry said sternly.
"I don't like him! How am I supposed to say yes?" Hermione exclaimed. "I just don't know how to tell him."
"Hermione, just tell him you do want to regard his feelings, but you don't like him that way. You hope you can remain friends."
"He asked me to marry him…" Hermione said, shaking her head.
Mr. Weasley came back into the Gryffindor Common Room with a large tray. "They gave me more than enough." he said, setting the tray in Hermione's lap. "I got some for Molly. I'm going to the Hospital Wing, if you need me or Molly."
"Mrs. Weasley's here? Oh, is she doing all right? I know it's really going to be hard without Ron." Hermione said, a sob wavering in her voice.
Harry and Mr. Weasley exchanged glances. "Hermione, about Ron…" Harry began. "He's alive."
Hermione stared at Harry. "Harry, that's not funny. It isn't something you joke about."
"No I'm serious! He's alive, and should be up in a few hours." Harry said. "Madame Promfrey explained it. Said something like it nicked his shoulder, but it didn't kill him. It just knocked him out."
"And the baby? How's the baby?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. There is nothing wrong with the baby." Mr. Weasley said.
Hermione began to cry. She hit Harry in the arm. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"You were sleeping when we left, and you needed to talk to me." Harry said, rubbing his arm.
Hermione shook her head. She rubbed at her eyes, and Mr. Weasley handed her a kerchief. Hermione dabbed at her eyes. "I'm going to bed when I'm finished with this." Hermione said.
Mrs. Weasley was sitting in the Hospital Wing, running a hand over her son's cheek. His skin was still so pale, and his freckles stood out.
Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp as she saw his eyes lids flicker. She could tell his eyes were moving around in their sockets. His hand twitched, and Mrs. Weasley gripped it tighter. "Ronnie, I'm here sweetie. It's me." She whispered.
Ron's eyes slowly opened, and he looked to his left and right, trying to see in the dim light. "Mum?" He asked. He tried to sit up, and he winced slightly. His chest and back hurt. Mrs. Weasley made him lie down again.
"I'm here Ronnie." Mrs. Weasley said.
"How's the baby? Is she okay?" Ron asked.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at her son. "She's fine. There's nothing wrong with her."
Ron sighed. "My back and chest hurts. I'm in agony." He said, looking at his mum. Mrs. Weasley smiled at him and smoothed his hair out.
"You'll be fine. You should be out of the Hospital Wing shortly." Mrs. Weasley said.
Ron nodded his head. "How is Hermione? Did they hurt her? I swear, I will bloody kill them if they hurt her."
"She is fine. No one laid a finger on her." Mrs. Weasley said.
It was quiet a moment, and Mrs. Weasley thought he had fallen asleep, when he shifted slightly. "We had a row about three days ago. I haven't talked to her." Ron said uneasily.
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Do you have any idea how she might be feeling? Thinking you're dead, and you were having a row?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"I can't imagine. I don't want to either." Ron said. "I'd just like to apologize and hope everything goes back to normal." Ron said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You should be getting some rest Ron dear. I'll be here, so we can talk about this in the morning." Mrs. Weasley.
"I'm not tired." Ron said.
"Then just relax." Mrs. Weasley said. She stood up, dropping Ron's hand. "I'll go talk to Poppy and tell her that you're awake."
Ron nodded his head. He settled deeper into his pillows and blanket, and closed his eyes. He was between sleeping and being awake, and he kind of just lay there.
When Hermione was sure Harry was sleeping, she got up from the couch and made her way to the portrait hole. She was just going to see Ron, and make she he was okay. She still felt ill to her stomach, but she ignored it.
She crept down the stairs, and went down the corridor, going towards the Hospital Wing. She saw that the door was closed to Madame Promfrey's office, and that the regular door was open. She walked into the Hospital Wing and saw a curtained off area. Then she saw Mrs. Weasley walking out of the curtained area, and she knew that was Ron's little area.
"Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione whispered, walking quickly to Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley turned around in surprise. When she saw Hermione, she opened her arms wide, and gave Hermione a hug.
"Oh Hermione! Are you all right?" She asked.
Hermione nodded her head. "How are you Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked.
Mrs. Weasley broke the hug. "I'm just tired dear. Are you here to see Ron?" She asked.
Hermione nodded her head again. "If you don't mind."
"Of course I don't! You can see him now if you like. He may be sleeping though. I'll be talking to Poppy if you need me." Mrs. Weasley said. She kissed Hermione on the forehead before leaving. Hermione smiled at her.
When Mrs. Weasley was in Madame Promfrey's office, Hermione made her way to Ron's bed. She poked her head through the curtain.
She walked the rest of the way into his little room. She saw a vacant chair next to his bed. She sat down, and stared at him. Ron's skin, she noticed, was as white as a sheet. His freckles stood out distinctly against his skin. Hermione reached out and ran a hand down his cheek.
Ron didn't open his eyes, but he knew who it was. He knew that touch. "Mione?" He whispered. He turned his head slightly and looked at her.
Hermione blushed crimson. "Hi Ron." She said.
"How are you?" He asked.
"I should be the one asking you that. I'm fine, the baby's fine, everything's good. How are you?" Hermione asked.
"I'm bloody horrible, but lets not get into that. Are you sure your okay?" Ron asked again. He was beginning to sit up slowly in his bed.
"I'm fine." Hermione said.
Ron exhaled slowly when he was in the sitting position. "Mione? I'm sorry about the row we had. I guess my hormones were running high…" Ron said.
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, somehow, and cried. "Oh Ron!" She said quietly. "I thought you were dead, and Michelle was so confused when she saw you. Oh Ron…" She sobbed.
Ron was scared. This had only happened once before, when he was in his third year. He gently patted Hermione's back, hugging her as well. "It's okay Hermione. I'm alive, and so is the baby. That's all that matters." He whispered.
Hermione nodded her head against his chest. "I know."
Ron nodded his head. Hermione stopped crying a few minutes later. "So we're friends again?" Hermione asked.
Ron grinned at her. "Were we ever not?"
Hermione shook her head. Then she thought for a moment. She decided to give it a go. "Ron, pretend you're a girl." She said.
"Why?" He asked, alarmed.
"Just do it." Hermione said. Ron nodded his head. "If someone asked you to marry you, and you were strictly on just friends basis, what would you do?"
"I don't know. Why?" Ron asked.
"Because…Viktor asked me to marry him." Hermione said.
"HE WHAT?" Ron bellowed.
Mrs. Weasley stuck her head outside Madame Promfrey's office. "Ron are you okay."
"I'm fine!" Ron said. The tips of his ears were going red.
After a moment, Madame Promfrey's door closed again. "He asked you what?" Ron asked, slightly calmer.
"I got a letter from him and he asked me to marry him." Hermione said.
"Tell him no." Ron said. He didn't give her an explanation.
"So, just write no in a letter?" Hermione asked.
"You're only seventeen Hermione! That is not an age where you get married at." Ron said.
"But I'm pregnant too." Hermione said.
"So you want to marry him?" Ron asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No." Hermione said. "I just added that. Anyway, how do I let him down?" Hermione asked.
Ron thought a moment. "Well just say something like, "I can't marry you Vicky! I'm too young, and I would just like to remain friends. Besides, I'm in love with my handsome, tall, and red haired best friend."" Ron said in his most girlish voice he could muster. Hermione was just staring at him.
"What? Everything thing I said was true, except the part about you loving your red headed best friend. Fred is already taken." Ron said, grinning at her.
Hermione smiled slightly at him. "I am not going to tell him that." She said, swatting his arm playfully. "It might hurt his feelings."
Ron snorted, and then began to laugh. After a moment, he sobered up. "Maybe you should just tell him that, even though you appreciate the attention, you don't think it would be a good idea to marry him, since you're just friends. And you are only seventeen." Ron said.
Hermione thought a moment. "Okay…that makes sense."
"Now leave me be Mione! I'm tired." Ron said, laughing slightly. Hermione nodded her head.
"Okay Ron. I think I'm going to tell Ginny. You're going to have a lot of visitors in the morning." Hermione said.
Ron nodded his head. "Okay. Night Mione."
"Night Ron." Hermione said, leaving the chair and walking out of his enclosed area.
Ron leaned into his pillows, a smile playing at his lips. He fell asleep quickly, his dreams consisting of everything that had happened in the last 48 hours.
BB/N: I am finally finished with this! It's been like two days in the making for this chapter.
Of course! I couldn't kill Ron. He's my favorite character. I can't just up and kill him, even though JKR did that with Sirius…
I had to have something remotely funny in this chapter. I just thought Krum (I hate him) asking Hermione to marry him would be enough. But that belongs to another plot twist I'm adding towards the end of the story. The plot twist belongs to Hermione and Krum. No one else…okay, Hermione, Krum, Harry, and Ron. That's it!
I can't wait until next time!
Forever Yours,
Bob Bennit
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