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 Twenty: Untitled

Hermione walked into Dumbledore's office, and the first thing she noticed, was that her trunk was sitting neatly by his desk. Her gaze shifted from the trunk to Dumbledore's desk. He was sitting behind it, his blue eyes full of sorrow. His fingers were in a steeple shape, and they were resting gently on the tabletop.

"Professor, what's going on?" Hermione asked. She was standing, her hand on one of the empty armchairs.

"Have a seat Miss Granger. I have some…well… upsetting news to share with you." He said, making a sign for her to sit with his hands.

Hermione sat willingly, her hands on top of her protruding stomach. "What is it Professor? And why, may I ask, are my belongings in here?"

"Miss Granger, you know Voldemort is at large, this very moment?" He asked.

Hermione's eye brows furrowed, unsure of where he was heading in the conversation. "Of course I do, I mean, being friends with Harry and all. But what are you talking about?"

"I'm am truly sorry about this." Dumbledore said. "I know you shouldn't be dealing with things like this and," Hermione felt a chill go up her spine. "it won't do you any good to be dealing with such grief…" Dumbledore said, trailing off. Hermione was sitting on the edge of her seat. She wasn't fully taking in what he was saying. Her brain was working quickly to try and find a reason why he would be talking to her about anything remotely upsetting. Then it clicked with her.

"It was my parents, wasn't it?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly. Burning hot tears were filling her eyes. "It was wasn't it?" She asked.

Dumbledore could see the pain in her eyes. He just sighed. "It was a Muggle attack. A group of Death Eaters attacked a small Muggle village. Around ten or fifteen Muggles were killed."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but instead of words coming out, it was a sob. Sobs began racking through her body, and they consumed Hermione. She couldn't keep them back.

Dumbledore sat helplessly at his desk. He watched as the color drained from her skin, the tears pouring out of her eyes, her energy leaving her body, and her hands going up to her eyes. She covered her face, ashamed of crying in front of Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a powerful wizard who had seen more death and heard more sob stories, than Hermione ever will.

After a couple minutes, Hermione felt ill to her stomach. She didn't want to get sick on, or in front of Dumbledore. "Where am I supposed to go?" She asked.

"To your Grandparents home. Frank and Sophie Granger. They're waiting for you."

Hermione nodded her head, unsure if she was able to get out of her chair. Dumbledore picked up a small silver object off his desk. "This is a portkey. It should take you directly to your Grandparents home. We'll send your things with you."

"How long am I going to be gone?" Hermione asked.

"Until your ready to come back, or until Christmas break is over, whichever is first." Dumbledore said.

"And Ron and Harry? What about them?" Hermione asked. She was going to ask another question, but another sob was forming inside her, making it impossible for her to speak.

"They'll be informed shortly. I think Mr. Weasley has already been informed." Dumbledore said.

Hermione nodded her head. With the last bit of her energy, she forced herself out of her seat, wobbling slightly on her feet. Dumbledore, after making sure she was steady, handed her the portkey. Hermione took it.

She felt the familiar pull at her navel, and she felt like she was going to throw up. She threw her hand over her mouth, trying to keep it down. The world around her was quickly fading black, and it began spinning quite rapidly. Soon, Hermione was in all black, and she couldn't tell if she was spinning or just standing. She just knew that she was going to be sick.

"Mum?" Ginny asked as she walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. She was holding Harry's hand in one hand, and her bags in another.

"Oh, hello Ginny." Mrs. Weasley said. She was sitting in the same armchair with a long piece of parchment in her lap. It looked like she was writing a letter.

"What's going on? Why is Ron sleeping in the middle of the room?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sleeping." Ron said, turning towards Ginny and Harry. "We have bad news though."

"What?" Harry asked. He dropped Ginny's hand and went to the couch, dropping his bags at his feet. Ginny went to Mrs. Weasley and looked over her shoulder.

"Hermione's parents," Ron said, rolling onto his back. "Are dead."

"No." Harry said. "Are you serious?"

"Sadly." Mrs. Weasley said. "She left awhile ago."

"Is that a letter to her grandparents?" Ginny asked.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ginny. "That's rude Ginerva, reading over someone's shoulder, but yes, it's to her grandparents. All of you are coming home for Christmas, and I invited Hermione and her grandparents. They are as welcome as everyone else."

"I doubt they'll come." Ron said.

Hermione landed on her feet, a bit unbalanced. She almost fell, but someone grabbed her hand, steadying her.

When her vision cleared, she saw her grandfathers face. "Grandpa!" She cried out, hugging him tightly. The feeling of being sick was gone.

"Hey Pumpkin. You feeling okay? Do you need to sit?" He asked kindly.

Hermione nodded her head. Her Grandfather led her to a couch. "You're Headmaster sent us a note. We were expecting you."

"Where's Grandmum Sophie?" Hermione asked.

"I'm coming Pumpkin."

Her grandmother came walking into the sitting room, carrying a silver tray. It had a small teapot, cups, and biscuits. "Are you okay?" She asked, setting the tray down on the coffee table. She sat down next to her; Grandpa Frank was on the other side of Hermione.

"I'll be okay." Hermione lied. "How are you?"

"Don't worry about us." Grandma Sophie said. "How's the baby?"

Hermione looked at her stomach. "It's fine." She said, not looking up. She felt tears in her eyes, knowing that her parents wanted to be grandparents someday.

"A couple weeks ago, Maria told us about it." Grandpa Frank said. "Anyway, you need to get some rest. We have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow."

Hermione looked up. "What are we doing tomorrow?" She saw the look her grandparents exchanged.

"We're going to Maria's house." Grandpa Frank said. "The people want us to sort through what's left."

Hermione nodded her head. "Before you go, drink some tea Pumpkin." Grandma Sophie asked. "Put something warm in your belly."

Hermione slowly drank her tea. It was really hot. Her grandparents carefully watched her every move.

Her grandfather helped her stand up, and he walked her to the spare bedroom while Grandma Sophie cleaned up the tray and took it out to the kitchen.

BB/N: Hey! Today was my first time touring around the Elementary Schools, playing my clarinet. My lips hurt, and I don't think I'm going to play my clarinet any time soon. Last night was my concert, and it was actually really, really good. I think as an eighth grader, last night was our best concert….anyway…bye!

I'm trying to get back onto my regular updating schedule!