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-six: Christmas with Surprises on the Side
BB/N: THIS IS GOING TO BE A REALLY LONG CHAPTER!
Harry groaned quietly in his bed and sat up. He didn't know if it was Christmas Eve still, or Christmas, but what he did know was that he was feeling ill.
He threw his legs over the side of his cot and he struggled to get up. When he was up, he walked to the door, opening it quietly.
"Where you going Harry?" Ron mumbled, rolling in his sleep.
"To the loo Ron, go back to sleep." Harry said. Ron mumbled something else and soon his snoring was heard again.
Harry took his time, and made his way down the stairs. He looked in the kitchen to see if Mrs. Weasley was up, and she wasn't. Feeling slightly guilty he went to her bedroom door and rapped on it softly. He thought he had no right to wake Mrs. Weasley up at ungodly hours to complain.
Mrs. Weasley, with her nightdress on opened the door. She was suppressing a yawn as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry to wake you." Harry whispered.
"Oh, don't worry dear." Mrs. Weasley said. She stepped out of her bedroom. "Arthur had a late night last night. Why don't we go to the kitchen?" She asked.
Harry nodded his head, and he made his way to the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's padded footsteps behind him.
"What's going on Harry dear?" She asked.
"I'm not feeling good." He said.
Mrs. Weasley became serious. "Is it you not feeling well, or the baby?"
"Me." He said. "My stomach hurts and my head."
"You do look flushed." Mrs. Weasley said. She reached forwards and touched Harry's head with the back of her hand. "Oh dear." Mrs. Weasley said, sighing. "You're running a fever. Go lay down on the couch, and I'll bring you some tea and a fever reducing potion." Mrs. Weasley said.
She began bustling around the kitchen, and Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley-"
"No need to apologize Harry!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Sometimes getting sick is just inevitable. Now go lay down on the couch."
Harry went to the living room and lay on the couch. That was when he saw the Christmas tree. And what seemed like hundreds of presents lay underneath it. He sighed in content, and dug deeper into the couch. Even though the couch was lumpy, and most of the time Harry couldn't abide lumpy couches, this one in particular was comfortable, and he'd steal it of he could.
Mrs. Weasley came into the living room a couple of minutes later; a tray with tea and small goblet was with her. She had Harry drink the goblet first, and then she allowed him to slowly sip his tea. "Just relax. Ron and Ginny should be up really soon." Mrs. Weasley said, smoothing out his hair. She couldn't help but fuss over him. He was like a son to her.
Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen and decided to have a cup of tea herself. Moments afterwards Ron and Ginny tumbled down the stairs. "I suspected you laid down here. You were in the loo far too long." Ron said, passing Ginny and beating her to the bathroom.
Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother, and then she looked at Harry. "Are you feeling okay?"
"No, sadly I'm not. Your mum said I was running a fever. So, yeah…I'd kiss you but I'd be bound to giving you what I have."
Ginny nodded. She sat down on the edge of the couch. She lightly ran her fingers through his hair. "I feel sorry for you." She said, sadly.
"I know. I feel sorry for me." Harry said, grinning cheekily at her.
"I think I can risk getting sick." Ginny said. She leaned down and kissed Harry.
"Jeeze, if you wanted to snog, you should have told me in advance." Ron said. He rolled his eyes at his best friend and sister, and then collapsed into one of the armchairs.
Harry and Ginny continued to kiss until they heard Mrs. Weasley come into the living room. They broke apart, grinning brightly at each other. Ron rolled his eyes again.
Ginny tapped Harry's nose with her finger, and then she got up to go to the bathroom. Ron shook his head, but didn't say anything.
Harry felt his eyelids begin to droop. "Ron, what time is it?"
"Oh, it's four thirty." Ron said.
"Why are you up this early?" He asked.
"It's Christmas Harry." Ron said, as if Harry were stupid. "The earlier you get up, the better."
"I'm going to take a nap." Harry said.
"You do that." Ron said, laughing. By the time Ginny came back from the bathroom, Harry was asleep, snoring softly.
"I feel sorry for him." Ginny said. She went to Ron and sat down next to his chair. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
Mrs. Weasley was sitting in her rocking chair, knitting and drinking tea. "He'll get better in no time Ginny." She said. Ginny nodded her head.
It was quiet for a while, and Ron felt a yawn coming to his mouth, when their was a loud noise, and then a sound equivalent to thunder.
"Charlie's up." Ginny said, before the noise stopped.
At the bottom of the stairs, Charlie lay in a heap. Bill was behind him. "I am so sorry Charlie."
Charlie groaned and got up. He pushed Bill so he fell. "This happens every bloody year we're at the Burrow together." He said, stomping angrily to the bathroom.
Bill got up, rubbing his chest. He went into the living room, and saw everyone was staring at him. "What?" He asked.
"Can't you just leave your younger brother alone?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Every year it's the same. You somehow manage to push him down the stairs. You've been doing this since Charlie could go up the stairs." Mrs. Weasley scolded, her voice as soft as a whisper.
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident." Bill said.
"Shh!" Ginny and Ron said. "Harry's sleeping. He's sick." Ginny scolded.
Bill, for the first time, looked at Harry on the couch. "Oh, sorry." He whispered.
Charlie came back, glaring at Bill. He pushed past him as Bill went to the bathroom.
"Charlie are you all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Charlie said. He sat down on the floor next to his mum. "What are you making?"
"Socks for Albus." She said. "I forgot to make his present." Mrs. Weasley continued to rock in her chair. Charlie leaned his head against it, just laying it there.
"What time do you think Fred, George, Hermione, and Dad are going to get up?" Ginny asked.
"You're father will probably be up at five or so." Mrs. Weasley said. "On Christmas, Fred and George get up at five, and Hermione will get up later. She did go to bed late last night."
Ron yawned. "Maybe I should have slept in."
"Weasley tradition. You and Ginny are always the first ones up." Bill said, walking into the living room. He sat on the arm of the couch.
Five o'clock rolled around, and Fred and George woke up. As did Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley brought a chair from the kitchen into the living room, and Fred was sprawled out in the middle of the room. George was sitting on the armchair.
"Can we open our presents now." George asked.
"Not until Hermione wakes up." Mr. Weasley said.
An hour and a half passed by, and it was now six thirty. Harry was still sleeping on the couch, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were conversing in low tones, Ginny was playing hangman with Ron, and Fred and George were sitting, or in Fred's case, laying in the same spots they were in before. Charlie's head was rocking with the rocking chair, and Bill was swinging his legs back and forth in boredom.
"All right. I'm going to wake Hermione up." Fred said, getting off the floor. George got out of the armchair and followed him.
"I hope they don't rudely wake her up." Bill said. "She seemed upset last night."
"Upset?" Ron asked, swinging his head to Bill. "Like how?"
Bill was about to answer, when a high blood-curdling scream came from upstairs. Then suddenly Fred and George ran down the stairs, and passed the living room. They tripped nearly, over Bill. "Move, move." They said. Harry immediately woke up to the scream.
After about ten seconds they came back into the living room.
A minute after they came into the living room, Hermione came into the living room. "Where are they?" She growled. She spotted them standing by the doorway of the kitchen. She pulled her wand out, flicking it at them and saying, "Reducto!"
Fred and George were blasted into the wall, the wind getting knocked out of them.
"Err…Hermione?" Harry said. He sat up.
"Shut up!" She snapped. She didn't even look at Harry. Her eyes settled on Fred and George. She went up to them, digging her wand into George's stomach. "I dealt with you at Hogwarts." She growled, her eyes narrowing. "I watched you tease everyone around you, watched you play pranks." She said, watching George wince as her wand dug deeper into his stomach. "But never, ever do that to me again, got it?" She asked. George quickly nodded his head. Fred snickered.
Hermione glared at him. "You think that's funny, Frederick?" She asked. Suddenly she had her wand pointing at his chest. "I know more spells and curses than you'll ever know." She growled. Fred stopped, frowning slightly. He knew he was in trouble now. She brought her hand up and it looked like she was about to slap him. "You know you're getting what you deserve, coming into my room and watching me get dressed. I should kill you." She said, lowering her hand. She jabbed him one more time. "Do you got it?" She asked. Fred nodded his head. She lowered her wand, and went to the couch, collapsing next to Harry. She sighed and put her head in her hands.
It was quiet for a while. Mrs. Weasley was looking at Fred and George, who were still standing against the wall. Everyone else was looking at Hermione.
"I guess I over reacted just a bit." She mumbled, her words being muffled by her hands. Only Harry heard what she said.
"Err…maybe just a bit." He said.
Hermione looked up from her hands and looked at Fred and George. "I'm sorry." She said, apologizing. "I over reacted just a bit." She paused for a moment. "But some of that stuff you deserved." She added as an after thought.
"We're sorry." Fred and George said.
Again, it was quiet.
"I'm sorry I had to witness this." Bill said, sliding into a seat next to Hermione.
"Exactly." Charlie said.
"Fred, George, you are in so much trouble." Mrs. Weasley said.
"But Mum! We just got in trouble with Hermione!" Fred said, sliding to the floor. He was rubbing his chest. George did the same thing.
"Of course you did, but it was underneath my roof. You can degnome the garden today, after breakfast." She said, thinking that was a suitable punishment.
Fred and George groaned.
It was quiet again, an almost awkward almost comfortable silence. Then Mr. Weasley suggested they should open their presents. Everyone agreed, and they started sifting through their presents, getting what they had, until they were distributed to the right people.
"All right!" Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. "Happy Christmas everyone, you can open your presents!"
"Happy Christmas!" Everyone chanted, before opening his or her presents.
Ron opened his first present, and he couldn't help but grin. It was from Bill and Charlie. "Thanks guys." He said. Bill and Charlie got Ron a photo album.
"Yeah, we filled it up some." Charlie said. "A couple pictures of me on fire."
"And one of me laying on the ground. Fleur was laughing at me." Bill said.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at the pictures Bill and Charlie were indicating. "How is Fleur doing?" Hermione asked.
"She's doing fine. Visiting her parents in France though." Bill said.
"We always said those English speaking lessons would lead to something else." George said. The tips of Bill's ears turned red. "But no one listened until you announced it to us that you were dating. Then everyone was like, 'Fred and George were right!"
Laughing ensued their comments. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley even laughed a little.
As everyone was finishing opening their presents, Fred and George insisted that everyone put on their Weasley jumper. They all did. Mrs. Weasley magicked Harry, Ron, and Hermione's so it would fit before and after the babies were born.
Hermione had two presents left. She picked up the larger one and looked at the names on it. She felt tears come to her eyes as she read what it said. "From Mum and Dad".
Ginny looked over at Hermione, as she set the unwrapped present aside. She saw the name on it. She reached over and gave Hermione a one armed hug. "It'll be okay Hermione."
Hermione nodded her head.
Ron had a sudden urge to pee. After announcing it to everyone, he made his way to the bathroom.
"Is everyone finished?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No, Hermione has two more!" Bill yelled. His mother gave him a look, "Sorry." He mumbled. He didn't mean to yell it.
"She's opening that one by herself." Ginny said, pointing to the larger one.
Hermione hadn't even noticed her smaller present. She was just thinking about her lack of presents from Ron. She picked up the small box, and in tiny letters that she had to squint to look at, it said: To: Hermione, From: Ron
"What could be so small that it'd fit in that box?" Charlie asked.
"I know what it is." Harry said, grinning at Hermione. "Open it! Open it!"
Hermione gave Harry a weird look before unwrapping the small box. She gasped as she saw a velvet box.
"He's proposing! That son of a gun." Fred said.
"They're not dating." George reminded. "But I've heard of friends just proposing to each other out of the blue." He added.
Hermione shakily opened the box. Resting in the middle of the box was a ring. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a silver band with an emerald stone in the middle. Harry had told her to read the inside, which she did. Inside the ring, in tiny letters was, "You're going to be a beautifully wonderful mother. Love Ron Weasley"
"He did propose!" Fred said, astonished.
"You're stupid Fred." Hermione said, looking at him. "It's a mothers ring." She slipped it onto her finger. "Where's Ron?"
"In the loo." Bill said. "Didn't you hear him announce it to everyone?" He asked.
Hermione got up, struggling a bit, but getting help from the couch behind her.
"You're not going to ambush him in the loo are you?" Charlie asked. "That would be terribly embarrassing."
"No, I'm not going to ambush him in the loo." Hermione said. She walked to the bathroom, standing outside the door.
About ten seconds after Hermione started standing outside the bathroom door, it opened. Ron opened the door, and was surprised to see Hermione just standing there. He stumbled a bit. "Were you trying to kill me?" He asked.
Hermione threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. "I got your present!" She said. "It's beautiful."
Ron stood still a moment, before hugging her back. "Oh." He managed to say.
Hermione broke away and walked back to the living room. Ron followed. "Fred was positive you proposed to me." Hermione said, sitting down on the floor.
"I already did. Don't you remember?" Ron asked. "You said you'd think about it."
"That's right, you did." Hermione said, before she, Harry, and Ron started to laugh. Those were the only three people who knew about the inside joke.
"Okay…" Charlie said.
"So…" George said.
"I'm hungry Mum." Bill said.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "Put away your presents, and clean up the wrapping paper. By then breakfast should be done."
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BB/N: All right! This wasn't as long as I thought…Merlin only knows why I'm not updating frequently. This chapter has been done for days…
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