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-two: The Beautiful Service that was a Blur

Hermione stared into the mirror. She looked pretty, but at the moment, she was feeling miserable. It was her parents' funeral she was getting ready for.

Wearing a new black dress, her pregnant belly stood out.

Hermione was tired. She hadn't really eaten anything in the past two days, even though she knew it wasn't good for the baby.

"Pumpkin, are you decent?"

Hermione turned towards her door. "Yeah Grandma Sophie. The doors open." Hermione went to her bed and slipped on her slip on black shoes.

Her Grandma, who looked kind of like her at the moment, walked in. She sighed and looked at Hermione. "Are you ready?" She asked.

Hermione held her hand out, asking for help to get up. Grandma Sophie helped Hermione up, but she kept hold of Hermione's hand. "The church is just a block away. We're walking." She said softly. Hermione nodded her head.

They walked out of Hermione's bedroom, and to the front door. Grandpa Frank was waiting for them at the door, the house keys in his hand. "Let's go Pumpkins." He said, an evident sadness in his voice. He opened the door, holding it open for Hermione and Grandma Sophie.

Hermione saw the church looming before her. She was dreading to go, so she stopped. "Pumpkin, you okay?" Grandma Sophie asked, staring at Hermione with kind and gentle eyes.

Hermione took a deep breath. She nodded her head and continued to the church.

When they got inside, Hermione was bombarded with hugs and kisses from her relatives. Even people she didn't know. But the majority of her relatives didn't know she was expecting a child, and they gave her a look. A look that made Hermione feel bad, and shrink into her skin.

At the end of the reception party, as in Hermione greeting her relatives, she wanted to hide. She was upset that her parents were gone, depressed that she didn't have her parents, and embarrassed by the disgusted or displeased looks she got from the majority of her relatives.

"Hermione!"

Hermione spun around, trying to see where the voice came from. All of a sudden, two arms enveloped her in a hug. "Hermione!"

Hermione squeezed her tight. "Ginny! Why are you here?" She asked, not breaking her hug.

"I knew your parents kind of. Harry and Ron knew them a wee bit better." Ginny said, letting go of her friend. "They wanted to come too, for you, but Mum wouldn't let them leave her sight. She and Ron ended up getting in a nasty row."

"Are they still at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

"No, break started." Ginny said. She wiped at her eyes.

"Did anybody come?" Hermione asked.

"Err…the Snapes, Moody, Lupin and me." Ginny said. "Incase anybody from the other side comes, Dumbledore wanted us to be protected at all times."

"I think that's someone from her school." Grandma Sophie said. "I sure hope she can help get Pumpkin out of the whole she's in."

"I'm positive that spending the next couple weeks with her friends at that house will cheer her. She needs to get cheered up." Grandpa Frank said.

"Is she pregnant out of wedlock?" One of Hermione's uncles asked in disgust.

"Douglass don't you dare let her hear you say anything rude." Grandma Sophie said, rounding on her youngest son. "You should know what she's going through is tough. Don't make it worse."

The service began, and Hermione sat down between her Grandma and Grandpa. Ginny sat on the end, next to someone Hermione presumed to be Snape. A Professor/ Order member was in each corner of the room. Their hands resting in their laps, or in Moody's case, his pocket with his wand.

Hermione knew, even though everything passed in a blur, that the service was absolutely beautiful. She didn't dare go to the open casket though, afraid that she would faint. Her Grandma Sophie was holding her hand tightly throughout the entire service.

Hermione distinctly remembered watching her parents get buried, people walking to the newly covered ground and laying flowers. Hermione had nothing to give. She didn't bring any keepsakes, flowers, or letters. Ginny stood close to Hermione the entire time, watching the movement around her constantly.

When everyone was leaving, the Order members held a meeting with Hermione's Grandparents, herself, and Ginny.

"I'm Remus Lupin." Remus began. He held out his hand, and both Grandpa Frank and Grandma Sophie shook his hands. "This is Alastor Moody, Emily and Severus Snape." He said, allowing everyone to get acquainted.

After a moment, he began speaking again. "Is Hermione going to the Burrow?" He asked.

Hermione looked sharply from Remus to her Grandparents. They didn't tell her about going anywhere.

Even though she loved her Grandparents dearly, she needed and wanted to be with her friends. Especially if they were all going to be at the Burrow.

"As soon as she's ready." Grandpa Frank said.

"Well, there is a slight problem." Moody growled. "The floo network is being watched carefully, and we have to have permission from the Minister of Magic to use it. Portkey isn't working either. Fudge won't let us."

Hermione wiped the last of her tears away from her eyes. "But isn't this an exception?"

"We thought it was." Emily said. "But according to Fudge we can't do it."

"Flying and apparating are out of the question." Snape said, "It's too risky for the child."

"So doesn't that mean, I can't go?" Hermione said.

"Albus can get us a portkey, but it's transferring it to you that's the problem." Remus said.

"Isn't this portkey thing illegal?" Grandpa Frank said. "I don't want Hermione to get into any trouble."

"Well it is, and it isn't." Snape began, but Hermione interrupted.

"I still have the portkey from last time! I can use it to go back to Hogwarts, and then we can floo to the Burrow. Hogwarts and the Burrow are connected." Hermione said.

"That could work." Ginny said, "If someone knows how to start a portkey." She added.

"I do." Emily said. "At least, I know how to return a portkey. I can't make one."

"Then it's settled." Grandma Sophie said. She was able to understand almost everything that was said.

They were the only people left in the cemetery. As a large group, they began walking back to Grandpa Frank and Grandma Sophie's house.

Hermione was in her bedroom, and Ginny was watching her pack. There wasn't much for Hermione to put away. She did all her work that she missed, to keep herself busy. The Snapes, Lupin, and Moody were in the kitchen, drinking tea with Hermione's Grandparents.

Ginny picked up a piece of parchment. She read it. "Did Ron give this to you?" She asked, holding up the parchment.

Hermione glanced at her, before looking down. She was blushing. "Err…he put it in his sweater, and put it in my trunk." She said.

"You know, he's really thick." Ginny said, glancing at the parchment. "He put love, and then crossed it out. It was obvious he meant it."

"No he didn't." Hermione said. She stood up, and winced as a pain shot through her back. "At least, he didn't mean it like…a lover would." She said, rubbing her back.

"You're thick too." Ginny said, setting the note on the bed. "He likes you, you know."

"He likes me as a friend." Hermione finished. "Stop putting ideas in my head, especially when the information is false."

Ginny sighed, but didn't say anything. She glanced at Hermione. She was still standing in the spot she was standing in before. "Are you okay?"

Hermione took a deep breath. She was feeling peculiar, but nothing out of the ordinary…except the excessive back pain. "I'll be fine." She said, her hand resting on her back. She walked over to Ginny and sat next to her.

"You sure? I can get your Grandparents or something." Ginny said.

"No." Hermione said, waving her hand. "I'll be fine. Just let me take a breather."

It was quiet for a moment. Then someone knocked on the door. "Granger?"

Hermione looked at Ginny. "Snape wants to talk to me." She said, before laughing. She didn't know what was funny, but to her it felt good to laugh.

Ginny laughed a long with her. She loved the fact that Hermione was laughing. After a couple seconds, Hermione stopped laughing. "The doors open." She said.

Snape opened the door. He was holding a coffee mug. He walked towards her, offering her the mug. "Drink this." He said.

Hermione took the mug, but she didn't drink it. "What is it?" She asked.

"The portkey isn't going to work." He said. "So we're apparating."

"I can't apparate." Hermione said, putting the mug on her lap. "It's not good for the baby. I am not risking anything." She said.

"There's no other way." He said. "The potion is for the baby. Emily said it'd help with the apparating. When we get to Hogwarts, you're supposed to go directly to Poppy's office." He said.

Ginny was just listening. She didn't say anything.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded his head. "You're positive nothing will happen?" Hermione asked. Snape once again, nodded his head. "You're absolutely sure that-"

"Nothing is going to happen. Just drink it." Snape said, irritation evident in his voice.

"If this kills me," Hermione began, bringing the mug to her lips. "I will not give Michelle her Christmas present." She tipped the mug, pouring it into her mouth.

"Are you threatening a Professor, Granger?" Snape asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.

Ginny giggled quietly. There was no way Hermione could get in trouble for saying that to a Professor, especially if it was in her house.

"No." Hermione said, disgust on her face. The potion was repulsive. "It was a-" She threw her hands over her mouth. Her face paled, and her eyes began to water.

"Don't throw it up." Snape said warningly. "It won't work, and I have no more potion left."

Hermione glared at him. You can't stop yourself from throwing up, especially when you were pregnant.

Ginny voiced Hermione's thoughts. "You physically can't stop her Professor."

Snape sighed, turned around, and left the room. He was grumbling to himself.

A minute passed by, and Hermione lowered her hands from her mouth. "I don't think I had anything to throw up anyway." She said, "But I still needed to."

Soon Remus came into the room, standing in the doorway. "Were you able to keep it down?" He asked kindly.

"Yeah I was, thanks for asking." Hermione said coolly.

"Severus was complaining about it." Remus said. "We were laughing at him."

Hermione rubbed her eyes. "I think we need to leave." She said. "I'm tired, and if I don't get on my feet I'll just sleep."

Hermione waddled to the kitchen, after shrinking her trunk and handing it to Ginny. Hermione was still dressed in the same clothes she was wore to the funeral. She didn't want to change. Ginny had a pocket in her dress, and she was keeping the trunk for Hermione.

Her Grandparents were standing up, talking to Emily. They stopped speaking when Hermione came into the room.

"Come here Pumpkin." Her Grandfather said. Hermione walked to him. He hugged her tightly. "You take care of yourself, and write when you can."

Hermione felt tears prick at her eyes. "I will."

Grandpa Frank let go of her. Then Grandma Sophie hugged her. "Like Frank said, take care. If anything happens, you write to us, understand?" She asked.

"Yep."

"We love you Pumpkin." Grandma Sophie said, giving Hermione a tighter squeeze.

"Love you too." Hermione said. She let go of Grandma Sophie. Stepping away from her, she got her wand from Ginny.

"Focus on apparating to the Hospital Wing." Snape said.

"I thought you couldn't apparate on Hogwarts grounds." Hermione and Ginny chorused.

"Dumbledore is making an exception. Focus hard." Remus said seriously.

Both Hermione and Ginny tried clearing their minds. Ginny did it, but Hermione couldn't. Too many things were rushing through her head at once.

Emily saw the concentration on Hermione's face. She smiled fondly at her. "Hermione, take a deep breath and try again." She said kindly.

Hermione took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. She looked at Grandpa Frank and Grandma Sophie. They gave her a reassuring smile. Hermione tried again, clearing her mind. After a moment, she was able to do it.

"Bye Pumpkin." Her Grandparents said. Hermione smiled at them, and then the group of them apparated away, going to Hogwarts.

Madame Promfrey gave Hermione a once over after she checked her. The baby was fine, and Hermione was fine.

Hermione had tears in her eyes though, because she couldn't control herself. Being back at school gave her a lot to think about. The last time she had been in school, she found out her parents were dead.

"Come on Hermione." Ginny said. She and Hermione left the Hospital Wing and were on their way to Dumbledore's office.

Saying the password to the gargoyle, they went onto the spiraling staircase. Hermione knocked on Dumbledore's door. "Come in." Dumbledore said cheerily.

Ginny opened the door, and they stepped in. Dumbledore, who usually sat at his desk, was standing in front of his lit fireplace. "I have just enough floo powder for the two of you." He said. He got a small bowl shaped container full of floo powder. "Who's going first?" He asked.

"Ginny is." Hermione said. "Since it's her house."

"All right." Ginny said, shrugging her shoulders. She got the floo powder from Dumbledore and threw it into the fire. Then she stepped inside it. "The Burrow!" Ginny shouted clearly. In a flash she disappeared.

Hermione gave Ginny a couple seconds to step away from the fireplace. Then she stepped towards Dumbledore. She got a handful of floo powder, and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the fire, and shouted clearly, "The Burrow!"

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