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-five: When Mrs. Weasley puts Fred and George in the Corner

Mrs. Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea. The chaos that she heard within her house was nothing new. Of course, listening to her twin sons bothering her other pregnant son was a bit distressing, other than that, there was absolutely nothing new within the confines of the Burrow.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon, it was snowing, and there was nowhere she could send her twin sons, unless she sent them home, which would be horribly cruel to do, especially during the Christmas holiday.

Then again, the twins were driving her mad as well. Especially when she woke up this morning, to Ron yelling at the top of his lungs to get a certain bug out of the room. Yes, Fred and George placed a very large spider in Ron's room. They bought it at a Muggle Pet Shop earlier that morning. They thought giving it to Ron would make his day brighter; they even gave it a small orange sweater. "Too bad it didn't talk", was all Fred and George said about it.

Even at that exact moment, she could hear Ron saying, "Will you please leave me alone?" It was the sixth time Mrs. Weasley had heard it, in the past hour. They were really mean to him.

Mrs. Weasley knew she wouldn't be able to start on dinner if she could still hear Fred and George teasing Ron.

And then an idea came to her.

"Fred! George! Come here!" She yelled.

Fred and George came into the kitchen seconds later, identical grins on their faces.

"Why are you being mean to your brother?" She asked.

"We're not being mean. It's just simple sibling teasing." George said. Fred said something in agreement. Mrs. Weasley frowned at them, and their grins suddenly left their faces, at a fast pace.

"Get in the corner." Mrs. Weasley said, glaring at them. "George in that corner," Mrs. Weasley said, pointing to one corner. "Fred, get in the other."

"Mum, you can't be serious." George said.

"We're 20 years old!"

"And you're in my house, following my rules. In the corner now." Mrs. Weasley said. She got up, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't make me get your father."

Fred and George hurriedly went to their assigned corners.

Mrs. Weasley smiled in content. She knew she could still somehow manage her twins. She went to the pantry and pulled out a sack of potatoes and began washing them off.

Ginny came into the room, Hermione in tow. "Mum, do you need…" She trailed off when she saw Fred and George in the corner. She shook her head slowly and started her sentence again. "Do you need help with dinner?"

"Err…no, I think I can handle it…But can you do me a favor?" Mrs. Weasley asked. She pointed to Fred and George. "Make sure they don't leave those corners. They are being punished."

Hermione and Ginny broke into quiet giggles. Ginny agreed, and both Hermione and Ginny sat down at the kitchen table. Hermione was sitting across from Ginny.

"I feel so stupid, Fred." George said.

"Oy, no talking in the corner!" Ginny said.

"Shut up! You're not our mother."

"No talking in the corner." Mrs. Weasley said.

The twins groaned. Now they were positive that they were indeed, in trouble.

"Where's Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked when she finished washing the potatoes. She charmed the knives to peel the potatoes.

"He's sleeping." Hermione said.

"He's been sleeping all day." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yeah, he's been tired." Ginny said. "I was talking to him, when he fell asleep."

Fred snickered. "That's because you're not interesting."

Mrs. Weasley had a spatula, and she went to Fred and smacked him. "No talking in the corner."

"Oww!" Fred mumbled. He rubbed the back of his head.

Hermione smiled to herself. Finally, after hours of teasing, the twins were getting what they deserved!

"How's Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"He's fine. We didn't hurt him." George said.

"No talking in the corner! How many times do I have to say that?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Mum, do you think it'll be mean if I forced Harry to marry me, since I'm the mother of his child?" Ginny asked, drawing invisible circles on the table with her finger.

"To an extent, yes, but Harry's going to marry you anyways, so don't worry." Mrs. Weasley said. She flicked her wand, and the potatoes began cutting themselves up. When she was sure the potatoes were being properly cut, she turned to Hermione. "So what is going on between you and Ron, my dear? What are you planning when the babies are born?"

"We haven't really talked about it yet. It's not like I'm going to move to the states as soon as the child is born."

"That's good, but you still need to talk to Ron about it."

"I know. I think the farthest we've talked about the baby, was when he wanted to know how the baby was going to be born. I told him the only logical thing I could think of was a Muggle C-section."

"Oh no. They'll probably take Ron and Harry to St. Mungo's and have them taken out there. There's a potion that they'll take, and it opens up the navel." Fred and George groaned in protest to what they just heard.

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes. She got the potatoes and put them in a pan, taking them over to the stove. A blue flame turned on, and Mrs. Weasley began boiling the potatoes. She went to the icebox and got a roast and vegetables.

After seasoning and putting the roast in the oven, Mrs. Weasley sat down.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked.

"What dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"What's child birth like?"

"Mum, can we please leave?" Fred said piteously. "This isn't something we want to hear!"

"No talking in the corner. If you want to act like children, then you'll be treated like children, and no child of mine, talks in the corner." Mrs. Weasley said threateningly. Fred shut up. George slowly lifted his hands to his ears, and Fred did the same thing. They looked stupid, but that's what they were doing. "Anyway," Mrs. Weasley began, turning back to Hermione, "Hmm…Honestly? Probably the most beautiful thing you'll ever experience. All the pain and contractions are well worth it, in the end, because you'll have a beautiful child in your arms." Mrs. Weasley paused, thinking a moment. "The father, oh he'll probably faint, but then again, Arthur was really strong, up until Ron came along, then he began to sweat a little, but that was okay. Ron won't faint because he'll more than likely be in labor too."

"Harry as well." Ginny added.

"Not exactly. Harry's on his own schedule. Hermione and Ron share schedules because they're having twins."

Hermione felt like she just stopped breathing. "I'm having twins, as in, there's going to be four of them?" Hermione asked, nearly hyperventilating.

"No, no, no, heavens no. Madame Pomfrey didn't explain this to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione shook her head. "You're having twins, as in, Ron's child is going to be the twin of your child. They'll probably be identical." Mrs. Weasley said.

Hermione felt like she could breath again. "That's going to be exciting. So me and Ron will probably live together, so they don't separate."

"Blimey Hermione, if you haven't noticed, Ron likes you." George said.

Mrs. Weasley silenced Fred and George with the silencing charm. "I don't know how many times I've told you this, but no talking. Just sit there now. You can't make noise anymore."

Hermione's face had a pink tinge to it, but she ignored George.

"That may be a good idea." Ginny said. "I almost feel bad for Ron. Is his birthing going to be more painful than Hermione's?"

"Yes, because his body won't prepare for, until the last moment." Mrs. Weasley said. "But you're body will prepare for it, over the nine months that you're pregnant."

"That's sad."

The three of them looked up and saw Harry and Ron in the kitchen. Ron was frowning, and Harry was rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"What's sad?" Hermione asked.

"Fred and George are in the corner." Ron said. "That almost seems worse than my navel stretching several times its size to let a baby come through."

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm hungry." Harry said, slipping into a seat next to Ginny. He rested his head against the table, and pretty soon, you could heard soft snores coming from him.

"Okay…" Ron said. "Is he feeling all right?"

"He slept through lunch today. Maybe he's just really hungry." Ginny said. She gently shook Harry awake. "Harry. You can't sleep at the table."

Harry mumbled something, and then sat up. Once again he was rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I'm so tired." He yawned.

Mrs. Weasley felt his forehead. "You're not running a temperature." Mrs. Weasley went to the pantry and came back with bread and peanut butter and jelly. She made Harry a sandwich, and he ate it hungrily.

"Mum, can you make me a sandwich?" Ron asked. He sat down next to Harry on the bench.

"Sure." Mrs. Weasley said.

"You're making sandwiches!"

Mrs. Weasley looked towards the door. Charlie was standing in the doorway. Mrs. Weasley was surprised, she hadn't really heard from Charlie or-

"Mum, please make me a sandwich!"

Bill was standing behind Charlie.

"Are you pregnant?" Mrs. Weasley asked them. They shook their heads. "Did you eat lunch?" She asked. Once again they shook their heads. "Then no. Hermione do you want a sandwich?" Hermione shook her head. Mrs. Weasley made Ron's sandwich and handed it to him.

Charlie sighed dramatically in disappointment. "What are Fred and George doing? Did they get in trouble?"

"Yes they did. They aren't allowed to talk. They'll be in the corner until dinner is finished." Mrs. Weasley said. She went to the stove and checked the potatoes.

Harry quietly ate his sandwich. He thought the sandwich tasted heavenly, and it was the best thing he had since breakfast.

"Have you been sleeping okay Ron?" Charlie asked. He sat down across from him, in his mothers' vacant seat.

"Yeah…" Ron said. "Why?"

"Just wondering…"

"If this is about the dream I had the other day, why bring it up?" Ron asked.

"No, it's just I heard you screaming this morning." Charlie said. "So I assumed you had another dream."

"No." Ron said darkly. He crossed his arms and glared at Fred and George.

"Fred and George got a spider, gave it an orange sweater, and woke Ron up with it this morning." Harry said. "Gave me one hell of a wake up."

"Language." Hermione reprimanded.

Bill chuckled. "That's what happens when we have someone in the house like Fred and George. They need to get some kids. That'll settle them down a bit."

Everyone in the room laughed quietly. Fred and George with kids! That was something to think about.

Ron finished his sandwich, and put away the peanut butter, jelly, and bread for his mum.

Hermione looked at Harry. He was talking to Ginny, which gave her time to observe his features. His skin was pale, or at least paler than usual. Circles were forming underneath his eyes, and his hair was a lot worse than normal. Really bad bed hair, but maybe that's because he had just woken up, but Hermione wasn't sure.

Ron sat down next to Hermione. "What are you looking at?" He asked.

"Harry looks ill." Hermione whispered so Harry wouldn't hear her. Ron nodded his head in agreement.

A couple minutes later, since all the Weasley's were in the kitchen, except Mr. Weasley, they set the table, Harry and Hermione helping too. By the time Mr. Weasley got home, dinner was done and they ate.

Mrs. Weasley made Fred and George eat at the table, do the dishes in silence, and then she let them free. They were quite frustrated and disgusted over what happened that day. They really didn't want to hear Mrs. Weasley get all mushy over the whole birthing process.

BB/N: Hi people…writers block is officially over! Yay!

I did a lot of thinking while writing this story. One, this story is really long. I bet someone a quarter, if I took out all the pointless chapters, their would probably be only ten…anyway, two, now I know how the babies of Harry and Ron are going to be born. I read this fanfic once, "Harry Potter and the Daughter of Malfoy". That was how the baby was born in that fanfic…three, I just had a hard time writing this. It took me two days to write, which is really weird…

Anyhow, Fred and George are getting what they deserve! I have the last chapter(s) planned out in my head.

I think I'm skipping ahead to Christmas after this chapter…

The last chapter was something to post while I had writers block. It really didn't have a meaning.

And finally, I redid that chapter called "A Muggle Physical". I included some new information about why they're so big, because I screwed up big time…

Thanks for the reviews. I appreciate them.

Have a nice day!