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-three: You Kicked Me!

Harry watched as Bill paced the living room at the Burrow. There was really no reason why he should have been pacing.

Bill Weasley was frustrated.

No one would let him sit down.

Harry was lying on the couch, curled up in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Whatever was left of the couch, Charlie was sitting on.

Fred and George were sitting in the armchairs, making it impossible for Bill to sit anywhere.

He refused to sit in his mothers' rocking chair. He hated rocking chairs, even though sometimes they were enjoyable.

"You know Bill, you can sit on the floor." Fred said, watching Bill run a hand through his hair. He didn't have it in a ponytail at the moment.

"I'd rather not."

"When's Hermione going to get here?" Harry asked. "Ginny's been here for a good two minutes."

"She was probably giving Ginny time…where is Ginny?" Charlie asked.

"In the kitchen with Mum." George said.

"Ron should be down here…" Fred said.

Harry looked at them. "If you want to try and get him out of bed, go ahead. He said for at least the next two hours, he's hating me."

Charlie was about to ask why, when the fireplace flashed green. Bill turned around, and Hermione shot out of the fireplace, nearly falling to the ground. Bill caught her.

Hermione's eyes were screwed shut, her hands over her mouth. 'I need to go to the bathroom.' She thought.

"Oy Bill, I'm almost positive she's about to throw up on your shoes." George said.

Bill nodded his head. He helped Hermione to the bathroom.

Harry sat up, glaring at his stomach. "It's getting so hard to get up."

Fred and George snickered. Harry looked at them quickly. "Are you laughing at me?" He asked.

They stopped. Hermione and Bill came out of the bathroom. Bill had a look of disgust on his face, and Hermione was looking relieved. "Where's Ron?" She asked, stopping in front of Harry.

"Upstairs." Harry said. He held his hand out. "Help me up, please." Hermione pulled him up so he was standing on his feet. "Do you want to go up there with me?" He asked.

Hermione nodded her head. She began walking to the stairs but Harry stopped her. He pulled her into a hug. "This is from me, Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Pavarti, Luna, and Michelle. They all told me to give you a hug, except for me. I already knew."

Hermione hugged Harry back. When they broke apart, it almost looked like Hermione was going to cry. They began walking to the stairs.

"Did you notice she ignored all of us?" Fred asked.

"Maybe she's upset…and needs to cry." George said.

"Don't get emotional on me George." Fred said.

Harry walked to Ron's room. Hermione was behind him, sniffling quietly. Harry opened Ron's door, looking into Ron's room.

Ron was sprawled out on his bed. "I have fifteen more minutes to hate you Harry." He said, turning his head in an uncomfortable position. If he kept it there for more than a minute, he would have a crook in his neck.

"I'm not the only one here. Hermione's back." Harry said, walking into Ron's room. He sat down on his cot that was across from his bed.

Hermione walked into Ron's room. Ron sat up, wincing. He patted a spot next to him. "Sit down." He said. "And tell us what's been going on."

Hermione sat down next to Ron. "It was horrible!" She exclaimed. Her hands shielded her face. "I do love my Grandma and Grandpa, but it was so hard!" Her voice was being choked by her sobs. "But at the funeral…" Hermione said, trailing off as she wiped at her tears. "My aunts and uncles and cousins were giving me looks."

"Why were they giving you looks?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "They don't think it's a good idea to be pregnant at my age. I heard whispers that my parents were disappointed in me. Now I'm not sure if it's true or not."

"I don't think they were disappointed." Ron said. "They loved you for who you are, and you just happen to be 17 and expecting achild."

"And," Hermione began, feeling better that she was talking to Harry and Ron. "…My Uncle Douglass said, 'Is she pregnant out of wedlock?' It made me feel so embarrassed that my family was talking about me like that."

"I can marry you if you want." Ron said. Before Hermione could answer, he slipped off the bed. He got on one knee. "Hermione Jane Granger, you are the mother of my child growing in my abdomen, and I am the father of your child, growing in your womb. Will you please marry me? We can become a happy go lucky family."

Hermione laughed quietly. Harry and Ron were laughing. "I'll have to think about it Ron. I mean, it's so sudden!"

They laughed for a minute, and then Hermione stopped. "What do you mean growing in your abdomen?" Hermione asked, wiping the last bit of tears from her eyes.

"Oh, you weren't there." Harry said, leaning back. "Madame Promfrey decided to see us, since Ron was in the Hospital Wing with a headache. She gave me a physical thing and Ron one as well…then she put us on this magical machine…almost like an x-ray machine. That was when she concluded that since men don't have 'wombs' that our baby's were growing in our abdomens. Don't know how, but that's what she said." Harry said, looking from Ron to Hermione. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss any details.

"Hmm…that's interesting. I might read up on it." Hermione said. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "I'm tired."

Harry got up. "I have to pee." He said, before leaving.

"You have to eat before you can go to bed." Ron said.

"I'm not hungry." Hermione said.

Ron gave her a look. "What did you eat for lunch?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"For breakfast?"

"Nothing." Hermione said.

"You haven't eaten all day?" He asked.

"Nope." Hermione said.

"You know you're supposed to be eating for two now?" Ron said. Hermione nodded her head. "It's not good for the baby to starve. Especially not now." Ron said. Hermione just looked at him. "You're going to eat dinner with us. It'll make Mum happy." Ron said.

"Sure." Hermione said.

Ron and Hermione sat in silence, until Harry came back. "Mrs. Weasley said it's time to get ready for dinner."

Hermione nodded her head. She got off Ron's bed, with the help of Harry, and then the both of them helped Ron up. "It doesn't take two people to help me up." Ron said haughtily

"We know." Hermione said. She left his bedroom and started to go down the stairs. Harry was behind her. Ron was last.

Mrs. Weasley had the table set. Everyone was there, waiting for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny sat on one bench. Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George sat on the other. Mrs. Weasley had a chair. There was a chair at the end of the table, a chair next to George, and a chair next to Ginny.

"I want to sit there." Ginny said. "Hermione, can you sit here, and let me sit on the chair?" Ginny asked. Hermione agreed, and now she was sitting next to Charlie. Ginny was sitting next to Harry on a chair.

"It's great to have everyone here." Mrs. Weasley began. She smiled fondly at the family. "Dig in!"

Almost at once hands began dishing up food. Hermione waited until she was sure everyone was finished before dishing up herself. To make Ron and Mrs. Weasley happy, she got a portion of everything. Some chicken, boiled potatoes, corn, cornbread, and some brown stuff that tasted good.

Ron ate his food and watched Hermione with his other eye.

"Mum, Harry and I have picked our the baby's name!" Ginny said excitedly.

"What is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ginny ate a piece of her chicken before continuing. "Benjamin William Potter. Harry's positive it's going to be a boy."

"I believe so." Mr. Weasley said. "It's in the Weasley genes."

Hermione smiled. "Of course it is. Ginny is lucky to have so many brothers."

Ginny mock glared at her. "Oh yeah, and over protectiveness is something you don't suffer from."

"Actually," Harry began. "Hermione is overly protected by us. Sometimes I follow her around so she doesn't get in trouble."

The entire table laughed, and Hermione felt her heart begin to swell with pride. She felt so proud to be apart of such a magnificent family.

Halfway through dinner, Ginny asked Hermione a question. "Can you pass me the potatoes?"

Hermione nodded her head. She reached out and was about to grab the bowl, when she stopped. Her breath got caught in her throat. Ginny gave her a quizzical look. "Oh my God." Hermione said loudly.

"What does she mean by 'Oh my God?" Harry asked worriedly.

Hermione swung her legs over the bench, turning her body. Now she had her back to Charlie. "Oh my God." She whispered again. "Ron feel!" She grabbed Ron's hand, making him drop his spoon with a loud clatter. She put his hand on her stomach.

Ron looked scared a moment, unsure what she was doing. "Her…" Ron paused. "Oh…"

The baby kicked.

"What? Is she in labor?" Fred asked.

Ginny reached, somehow, aroundGeorge, Harry and Mr. Weasley, hitting Fred. "You know nothing about pregnancy. The baby just kicked."

Ron kept his hand on Hermione's stomach a moment longer, before removing it. He smiled broadly at Hermione and then he looked up. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were smiling and so was Ginny. Bill looked like he was going to fall over from laughing. Charlie was between smiling and laughing. Fred and George were laughing. Ron averted his eyes and looked at his plate, his ears turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

Hermione swung around again, and she passed the potatoes to Ginny.

Dinner resumed, almost back to normal. Hermione was now grinning from ear to ear, Ron was unnaturally quiet, and Fred and George snickered every time they looked at Ron. Other than that, it almost seemed natural to have a disruption like the previous one at the table.

Ron finished his meal, excused himself, and went as quickly as he could to his bedroom. You could hear the door slam.

Mrs. Weasley rounded on the twins. "Fred and George!" She exclaimed, getting up. She went behind them, hitting their heads. "You had no right to make your brother uncomfortable." She picked up Ron's empty plate and put it in the sink. "You know extra stress on him is bad."

"But Mum!" George said, getting defensive.

"It was funny. Didn't you see Bill and Charlie laugh?" Fred asked.

"We didn't laugh every time we looked at him." Charlie reminded. He smirked at Fred and George's glares that were sent his way.

"Mum, don't worry about Ron." Ginny said. "He'll be fine. You should have seen what Harry did to him when we went to the Three Broomsticks. Ron was talking about the r-"

Harry nudged Ginny in the side. She paused a moment. "Ron was talking about the present he got for Hermione. Harry made him die of embarrassment, but luckily, he came back."

"It's just not good to have it done for so long. Fred and George have been teasing him all day."

"We have not." George said. "For two hours we didn't see him."

Hermione finished her meal. She excused herself and left, going to Ginny's room. She walked up the steps slowly, reaching Ginny's room in a minute or two. When she got into Ginny's room, she went to the small cot. Her small trunk was sitting on the pillow. Hermione put the trunk on the floor, and then unshrunk it. She opened it and searched for a pair of pajamas. She found a pair, and changed, folding her black dress and setting it on top of her other clothes.

Hermione slid her trunk against the wall, and then she climbed into the cot. Resting one hand on her stomach, her other one was underneath her head. She thought to herself, 'Maybe dealing with this will be a lot easier here than at my Grandparents…' She drifted off to sleep.

BB/N: All right people! SUMMER HAS STARTED! IT IS OFFICIALLY HOT AND SUMMER TIME!

I'm sorry. Caps Lock was on…LoL. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've been meaning to finish this chapter for a couple days and stuff.

I hope everyone has an extremely nice summer vacation. If you're an adult reading this…I hope you enjoy the summer months…or something…

Sorry about the whole 'Where is so and so sitting at dinner.' I was really tired and confused while writing it, and I don' have enough strength to fix it.

I was going through BlackMail Marijuana yesterday...I can't believe I posted that fanfic...it was really weird...

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