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 Sixteen: When you Start Hating Harry Everything Goes Downhill

Ron got out of the hospital wing Friday afternoon. But he wished he stayed. His back hurt so bad, he thought he broke it. Also, he couldn't hold anything down, unless it was a liquid.

For nearly a week Ron didn't have morning sickness, but now it was back full throttle and it was making up for the missed week.

He waddled down the corridor, his hand resting on his stomach. He breathed through his mouth, because every smell was nauseating. No one was in the corridor as we walked, because everyone was in classes. Ron had already completed his work that he missed, and he was supposed to keep his feet up. Fat chance with that.

Ron said the password to the portrait, and the Fat Lady swung open. He didn't take in his surroundings because his mind was concentrating on not throwing up and his back hurting. He sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs and threw his head back, closing his eyes.

"Morning sickness?"

Ron jumped as the voice entered his ear. He looked around the room, and then his eyes landed on a blanket-covered figure, who had bushy hair sticking out of the top. Hermione was encased in a blanket, her hair sticking out. "Yeah, plus my back hurts."

"I'm surprised I could get out of bed." Hermione said. "It hurt that bad."

Ron nodded his head, knowing she couldn't see it. "It'll be better in four months Hermione. Don't worry."

Hermione peeked out and glared at Ron. "But then I'll be fat, with no excuse about the baby being inside me."

"You won't be fat." Ron said. "Besides, I think you're pretty pregnant."

Awkward Silence

"Really?" Hermione asked, sitting up. She winced slightly.

Ron's ears were crimson. His last comment came out before he thought about it. He decided that if he said anything to embarrass himself, he could blame it on his pregnancy. "Yeah I do."

Hermione felt flattered. She hadn't gotten a comment like that at all during her pregnancy. "Err…thanks." She said after a moment.

Ron nodded his head. "Anyway, where's Harry?" He asked.

Hermione made a sound that sounded like a growl. Ron looked at her curiously. "He's in classes."

"What's wrong with that?" Ron asked.

"Did you know that he hasn't suffered from any type of illness since he's become pregnant? No morning sicknesses, no backaches, or constant peeing. I hate him." Hermione finished.

"Aren't you going a bit to far?" Ron asked. He shifted his position so he could get a good look at Hermione. "I mean, he'll suffer sooner or later." He added.

"No he won't. He's going to be perfect. Not have one single pain. Not even when he goes into hours of labor." Hermione growled.

Ron shook his head. "Hermione, stop fooling yourself. He's going to be in extreme pain when he go…labor…Hermione…Where's the baby going to come out of?"

Hermione stopped muttering bad things about Harry, and looked at Ron. "I don't know…"

"And believe me, the only holes I have are my navel and where I pee from…and that hole is way to small for a baby."

"They might just do a Muggle Caesarean section on you." Hermione said. Ron gave her a questioning look, and she explained what it was. "It's when they cut you open and remove the baby."

Ron audibly gulped. "That's cruel and unusual. They can't do that to me…or Harry."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"I think Hermione was serious when she said she hated me." Harry said.

Harry was sitting next to Ginny in the Library. They both had a free period. "I don't think so Harry. It might have been the hormones or something. Hermione can't hate you."

"Oh, believe me, I think she does." Harry said. He put his head in his hands. "She said she hated me because I haven't gotten sick or had any odd aches in my back."

Ginny was trying to suppress her smile. "Harry, just give her a little bit. When she feels better, she'll be nicer to you."

Harry nodded his head. He looked up at Ginny. "How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been fine. I can't believe our first Quidditch Game was canceled! Just because the weather. They never canceled it because of that before." Ginny said.

"I know. Have they rescheduled it yet?"

"No, and we have enough players. Shane, Colin, Dennis, Seamus, me, and two third years. I think we're pretty good."

"We'll beat Slytherin. Don't worry." Harry said.

"I know." Ginny said. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Quite good."

Ginny laughed quietly. "I'd hate you too if you said that and I was pregnant." Harry gave Ginny a look. It almost looked like he was going to cry. "I was just kidding." Ginny said, hugging him.

"You sure know how to make me feel better." Harry said.

It was close to dinner, and Ron was laying in the same armchair he was earlier. He was listening to Hermione complain. This was new to him, because Hermione usually kept a lot of her complaining to herself, unless it had to do with Harry or himself.

"I can't see my bloody feet anymore. I can't even tell if I have on matching socks. Do you know how torturous it is to not know if you have on matching socks or not?" Hermione said. She was miserable, and she was able to complain about everything.

Ron peered down at Hermione's feet. She was actually sitting up with her feet on the floor. Slippers were by her feet. He looked a little bit closer. "You're not wearing matching socks."

"Hmph! It's Harry's fault. I hate him." Hermione's foul mood was in full swing, once again.

Harry just walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, hearing Hermione's comment.

"Hermione! How is it Harry's fault? Didn't you look at the socks before you put them on?" He asked.

"Well…not this morning…" Hermione said trailing off.

"Then it's not his fault." Ron said, glancing to see Harry on the other side of the room.

"You're just siding with him!" Hermione said angrily. "Stupid typical man!" Hermione spat. She got off the couch, with much difficulty, and put her slippers on. "When you're done being a man, you can join me!"

She walked to the portrait, and saw Harry. She glared at him until he moved out of the way. She mumbled something at Harry and he backed away even farther. Then she left.

Harry glanced at the retreating back of Hermione, and then to Ron struggling to get out of the armchair. Harry waddled to Ron, and he helped Ron stand up. "Are you okay?" Ron asked, seeing Harry's glossy eyes.

"I'm fine." Harry said.

"She has something stuck too far up her arse for my liking." Ron said.

Harry just sighed. "Are you sure you're okay?" Ron asked again.

"I'm fine!" Harry snapped. Ron gave him a look. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"Lets go eat dinner." Ron said stiffly. He didn't like the fact that both his best friends were snapping at him, Hermione being the worst.

The two of them waddled down the corridor. If it weren't such a bleak day, it would have looked humorous to see the both of them with humongous stomachs, waddling down a corridor.

Entering the Great Hall, it was halfway filled up. Ron and Harry sat down next to Hermione, but she turned her back to them, not looking. Harry moodily grabbed a backed potato and began killing it with his fork, eating it in the process.

Ron looked at the table. A rage was filling him quickly. "Merlin sakes!" He snapped after a moment. Both Harry and Hermione looked at him, startled. "First it was the salt and pepper at an ice cream shop, and now it's oranges and apples at dinner! Why are they doing this?" Ron said angrily. He then became silent, and dished up his food.

Harry had a foul mood, Ron had an extreme foul mood, and Hermione had a foul mood. They were frowning so much, it almost looked permanent. The people at the Gryffindor table stayed clear of the Golden Trio. Ginny didn't even want to ask Harry to pass the salt. She got up and got it.

Malfoy walked in. "What's wrong Granger?" He asked, walking up to her. "You're back hurting?" He asked in a mocking manner. "Mood swings?"

"Shut up Malfoy." Hermione growled.

Everyone was sensing confrontation.

"Filthy Mudblood, sleeping around." He said, grinning at her. "I actually feel bad for Weasel."

Hermione had tears forming in her eyes, and she looked down at her plate. Ron snapped at Malfoy. "Stupid, ignorant, ferret!" Ron said. He was glaring at Malfoy. "What did you do that for?" Ron was fuming. "Got something stuck up your arse?" His voice was slowly escalating, and more and more fowl words were leaving his mouth.

Malfoy interrupted him. "No, I think you're the one who has something stuck up the arse, fatty."

Everyone at the Gryffindor table gasped. Even Ron. No one had called him fat since he got pregnant. Ron actually had his feelings hurt, and before he could even react, Harry picked up an apple. "Malfoy." He said calmly. Malfoy looked at him, a smirk on his face. But the smirk was wiped off his face, as the apple made contact with his forehead.

Ron pushed away his plate. "I'm not hungry." He said. He got up.

"Ron…" Hermione said, sniffling and grabbing his hand.

"Let go off me. Leave me alone." He said, tearing out of her grasp and leaving the Great Hall at a fast pace for a pregnant man.

Ginny stood up from where she was sitting. "Merlin! Look what you did Malfoy." Ginny spat. She left her seat and ran to catch up with her brother, after telling Colin and Shane to catch up with her later.

Malfoy winced, rubbing his forehead. A bump the size of a snitch was forming there.

Michelle climbed off of her mothers lap and went down to the Gryffindor table. Snape stood up, trying to stop her. "Michelle, get back here." He said, following her.

Michelle walked up to Malfoy. Malfoy looked down at her. Michelle slapped him right above the knee. "You're a bad boy!" She said angrily.

Since Michelle was nearing three years old, her slaps didn't hurt. But it was the thought that counted.

Giggles came from here and there as Michelle continued to slap Malfoy above the knee, repeating, "You're a bad boy." Snape slowed down his pace, and when he got there, Michelle had taken her anger out and was finished. She was sitting down next to Hermione, trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry about that Draco." Snape said, when he reached Michelle.

"Yeah." Draco said, leaving the Great Hall. He was going to the Hospital Wing… again.

The silence, that wasn't exactly silent because of the giggling, was broken as whispers broke out all throughout the Great Hall. Snape took his daughter to the Head Table, and Hermione was silently wiping her eyes, not touching her food.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Leave me alone." Hermione snapped. Harry flinched. "I'm still not talking to you." But then, as she remembered something, she looked at him, giving him a watery smile. "I'm sorry Harry." She said, scooting down her bench so she was next to him. She hugged him.

"It's okay." Harry said, awkwardly. "I kind of know how you feel." He said, patting her back.

Hermione broke the hug. She wiped her eyes. "Do you think Ron's going to be okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, and besides, Ginny's with him."

Ginny went to the Head Boy's dormitory. "Ron, open the door." She said.

"Leave me alone." He said. Ginny could hear that he was crying.

"Ron, it's Ginny. Just talk to me. What's wrong?"

She heard muffled footsteps, and then the door opened a crack. He looked above her head, to see if anyone was behind her. And then he opened the door wider, allowing her in. When she was in the room, he shut the door, and then sat down on his bed. Ginny followed him, sitting next to him. "Why are you crying?" She asked.

"Because." Ron said, wiping his eyes. "Malfoy hurt my feelings and I was thinking."

Ginny nodded her head, knowing that most of the crying was from the latter.

"Gin." Ron said seriously, looking her in the eyes. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a father."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, surprised and alarmed. She thought Ron was doing the best he could, carrying the child and all.

"I've lost my temper so many times. I know that if I weren't sitting down, I would have fought Malfoy, and would have hurt the baby. The baby always slips my mind. Usually someone has to remind me that I have one." He said, wiping his eyes. "That isn't a good sign of fatherhood." He said. "And, you weren't even in there," Ron said, pointing to Hermione's door. "when Scabbers, or Wormtail, or whatever was in there. I was saying a lot of disrespectful stuff, and the whole 'me dying' could have been avoided if I watched what I was doing, and the baby wouldn't have been in harms way. Hermione had to tell me to not hurt the baby." Ron pushed the palms of his hands against his eyes. "It would have been my fault if the baby died. I'm not going to be a good father, if I can't even remember that I'm carrying one." New tears were forming in his eyes.

Ginny listened to what Ron said intently. She couldn't help the tears that were forming in her own eyes. "Oh Ron." Ginny whispered. "It wouldn't be your fault if something happened to the baby."

Ron interrupted. "Yes it would! It would be all my fault because I can't control one bloody thing I say!"

"No." Ginny said. "It wouldn't be your fault. People are getting you riled up. They know if they do it enough, you'll react."

"And the reaction is bad. If I could ignore what they're saying--"

"Then you would be better off yes, but that's not you. They just need to leave you alone."

"But Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, his voice cracking. "They know I'll react, and they'll keep doing it until I do, and eventually I do! That's what I'm trying to say. They know I'll react eventually." Ron felt sadness envelope him again. "Hermione should just take both babies when they're born, and go away. Never let them see me, and then I'll give her all the money in the world so she can take care of them. I'm not meant to be a father. Not now, not ever." Ron put his head down in shame.

Ginny wiped at her eyes. "That's not true Ron." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him gently. "Things happen, but no matter what, you'll always be a good father." She let go of him, wiping her eyes again. "I've seen the way you've treated our younger nieces and nephews, cousins and whatnot. And look how you helped bring me up! I'm like a true Weasley with the help of you. The way you treated me after my first year. When I woke up from my nightmares, you were always there, either at home or school. From the way you act now, you're going to make a great father." Tears were pouring down her face. "You just need to believe that you will. Don't think about the negative, think of the positive."

Ron nodded his head, and wiped at his eyes.

"Now what about Malfoy?" Ginny asked. "I didn't hear what he said. Why'd he hurt your feelings?"

"Oh." Ron said, his ears turning a shade of crimson. "He called me fatty."

Ginny's eyes widened. "He called you fatty?" She asked. Ron nodded his head. "That ignorant prick…" Ginny mumbled. Then she got an idea. "It's a good thing he called you fat."

Ron glared at her. He wiped his eyes. "Thanks Gin. I enjoy insults."

"No." Ginny said. "Not in the way he said it. He said it as an insult, when in actuality, it isn't! It's good that you're fat. It means the baby's healthy, and you're doing a good job feeding him or her." Ginny sniffed.

Ron's glare was wiped off his face, and it turned into a grin. "You always know how to change around something to make another person feel better. No wonder Harry likes you."

BB/N: All right! I have finished this. I tried getting some one on one Ron and Ginny, since I never write anything about Ginny. Oh well!

I'm tired. I finished this chapter at 3:12 a.m. on April 30, 2005. Let's see when I'm going to post it.

I'm listening to the radio as my sister sleeps, since we share a bedroom, and we have a really old computer in our room. Everyone except for me is asleep!

I don't think I'm going to post this for a couple more days, because I'm going to do some catch up writing, so I can post in a more repeated manner. So yeah…

Also, my friend SilverCrystal Tears had her screen name blocked for having an A/N as a chapter, so I'm going to remove all my BB/N's the next time I post, so if my stories seem shorter, as in less chapters, I'm just removing BB/N's.