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-seven: The Almost Kiss

Ron sat, sitting across from Hermione, next to Harry. He was discreetly looking at Hermione as he was looking out the window.

He couldn't get it out of his head.

He hated Viktor Krum.

Plain and simple. He hated him. Couldn't stand him. Wanted him to go away forever.

Ron closed his eyes and pushed his head against the glass. Why couldn't Krum just go away? Ron knew, since Krum was a Bulgarian superstar, he would have money. Ron also knew that Krum would get Hermione something spectacular for Christmas. But jeeze, did the Bulgarian idiot have to rub it in?

Ron sighed and leaned back into the seat. He was trying to be quiet, because Harry was ill, sleeping next to him.

Hermione glanced at Ron over her book. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Ron was quiet a moment, and then he mumbled, "Nothing." He then stared at his hands, his ears turning a red color. He was glad that his hair was down, and covered them.

Hermione set aside her book. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Ron mumbled. His eyes began to water, and Ron scolded himself. I can't be crying. Ron wasn't even sure if he should be crying, the matter wasn't that bad and—

He sneezed.

"Bless you." Hermione said.

"Thanks."

Ron heaved a silent sigh of relief. He wasn't crying.

Harry mumbled something and then he opened his eyes. "I don't feel good." He groaned.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at Harry sympathetically. "We'll get to Hogwarts soon Harry."

"Where's Ginny?" He asked, sitting up.

"She went to the loo." Ron said. Harry nodded his head. After about two minutes of sitting up, he lay down again.

"I'm just going to sleep." He muttered, before falling asleep again.

Ginny came into the compartment. "He's still asleep?" She asked, sitting down next to Hermione's book.

"You just missed his momentary wakefulness." Ron said.

"Why are you angry?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not angry." Ron said.

"Ron, you're angry…or you're pouting." Ginny said, eyeing her brother.

"Why would I be pouting?" Ron asked, regretting the question seconds later.

"Oh I don't know…" Ginny began. "Maybe a certain someone got something, and you think it's better than what you got a certain someone…" Ginny said, trailing off. "Or you're jealous, which is really hard to believe, or…"

"All right Gin, I have the picture." Ron said, glaring at her. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back. "Leave me alone." He muttered. "I'm going to sleep."

"Ginny, what was that about?" Hermione asked.

Ginny sighed. "Nothing. The prat is just jealous and pouting."

Ron groaned. He looked at Ginny a moment, and then he got up. "I'm leaving." He said before stomping out of the compartment.

Hermione sighed. "He can be so moody sometimes."

"Tell me about it."

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In the end, Harry was asleep in their compartment, Hermione was reading, Ginny was reading, and Ron was sleeping in Luna's compartment.

Hermione was looking at her book, not reading. Her mind wheels were reeling. At first she was thinking about Harry and what he had. He had been sick since Christmas. Then it settled on Christmas itself.

Hermione had gotten a box of gift certificates to baby stores and to other stores. Also, at the bottom of the box was a note and a key. Her parents had purchased Hermione a small house in Surrey. Hermione knew the house; it was the house her parents lived in before having her, the 'old house' they frequently visited because they were friends with the homeowners.

Hermione was positive she hadn't cried like that in a long time.

And then to her other gifts. Not admitting it to anyone, her favorite gift was from Ron. Hermione knew Ron like the back of her hand, and she never thought Ron would get something that had so much meaning, for her, for Christmas. Hermione had an inkling of and idea as to why Ron would be 'pouting'. Krum had gotten her something extremely expensive. It came later in the mail on Christmas, but Hermione still received it. It was a ring, and Hermione had a slight idea as to what it was. But to be polite and appreciative, she put it on her finger, the worst happening.

The ring was stuck on her finger.

Not that Hermione's fingers were large, but it was stuck…with magic.

Having told no one about the ring, Hermione frantically tried getting it off. The ring made her feel ill. She liked Ron's ring better.

So now, Hermione was suffering under Krum's ring. It was large, Hermione hated it, and now she was afraid that Krum would tell people that they were 'engaged'. Hermione didn't want that.

Harry sat up again. He had his hand on his stomach. "I think…I'm getting sick." He said. He tried standing up, but he flopped down in his seat. Ginny and Hermione hurriedly helped Harry up, and Ginny was going to walk him to the bathroom.

The compartment door slid open before Ginny and Harry got to it. Malfoy was standing in the doorway, blocking the exit.

"Where's Weasel taking Potty?" He asked, laughing. Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him, chuckling in a Gorilla type manner.

Ginny's eyes narrowed at Malfoy. "Get out of our way." She spat. Harry was beginning to get dizzy.

Malfoy smirked at Ginny. "Feisty aren't we?" He asked. He then looked at her clothes. Ginny was wearing her Weasley jumper and a pair of jeans. "Can't even dress appropriately Weasel. Then again, your mother makes all your clothes. My parents can only afford the best for me." Malfoy said, indicating his robes. They looked new.

Harry groaned. He couldn't stop the inevitable.

He threw up all over Malfoy's robes.

He couldn't help it, Malfoy wouldn't move.

There was a moment of silence. Harry bent up, hugging his stomach. "I'm sorry." He said. Even if it was Malfoy, no one ever deserves to get thrown up on. Ever.

Malfoy quickly turned around, slamming the compartment door. Ginny and Hermione were snickering. "You just had to throw up on him, didn't you?" Hermione asked.

"He was bragging about his clothes!" Ginny said, laughing. "Now he can brag about Harry throwing up on him.

Harry eyes began to water, and he felt his stomach churn. He threw a hand over his mouth. Then Ginny and Harry continued their way to the bathroom.

Hermione was left alone in the compartment. She was smiling to herself, as she looked down at her hands. She then frowned. The big ring was haunting her. She couldn't stand looking at it.

Then she looked at Ron's ring. It looked so simple, yet so elegant. Hermione didn't even want to know how much it was. Ron wasn't the richest guy on the planet, but he spent money on her…Hermione just couldn't get it out of her head. She began playing with the Mothers Ring.

The compartment door slid open, but Hermione didn't hear it. "Hermione?"

No reply.

"Hermione?"

Again, no reply.

"HERMIONE!"

Hermione jumped and looked at the door. Ron was standing in the doorway, a bemused expression on his face. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"What's that smell?"

Hermione sniffed. She smelled the sour odor of Harry's throw up. "Harry threw up on Malfoy."

Ron pulled out his wand, laughing. He flicked it, and the smell was gone. He sat down next to Hermione, laughing. "Why wasn't I here? I would have loved to see it!"

"He had just got done bragging about his new robes." Hermione said, laughing. "It was hilarious."

"If only, if only." Ron said.

They fell into a comfortable silence, and Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder. She was snickering inside her head. At the moment, she wanted to see what Ron would do.

"Err…Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Hmm?" She asked, playing with her ring. She was at the moment fascinated by it.

"Nothing…" Ron said, trailing off. They sat in silence for a while. "Hermione?" Ron asked finally, the question burning inside his head. It was hurting…

"Hmm?" Hermione asked.

"What's going on between you and Krum?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed and pulled away from Ron. "You can't say Viktor if your life depended on it, could you?" She asked, not waiting to hear his answer. "Nothing is going on between me and Viktor."

"Well, you're wearing a wizarding engagement ring, and he did send it to you." Ron said.

Hermione looked at him, surprised. "How'd you know?"

"It's easy. You can't take it off, which means that the person who gave it to you loves you." Ron said. "I saw you playing with it, when you thought I wasn't looking. You can't get it off, can you?"

"No." Hermione said. "But then again, I'm not in love, or engaged to Viktor either."

"That's good." Ron said, looking at her. Hermione looked at him back.

They stared at each other…

For awhile…

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned forward. Ron did the same thing. He brought his hand up to her cheek, cupping it.

As they got closer and closer, they became oblivious to almost everything.

The compartment door slid open, and Harry came back in, stopping mid step in the doorway. He stared in shock at Ron and Hermione, who quickly pulled away.

Harry's one foot was in the air, as he was in mid step. Ginny walked into him, nearly knocking him over. "What'd you stop for?" Ginny asked, as she and Harry finally got into the compartment.

Ron's ears were so red, you'd suspect that they were on fire. Hermione's face was as red as a tomato.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked slowly. "You're both extremely flushed." Obviously Ginny didn't see what Harry saw.

"Nothing." Both Ron and Hermione chorused. Hermione scooted away from Ron, getting closer to the window…if possible.

"I'm not sure that's the case." Harry said, looking at his best mates closely. "I think you were about to kiss."

"We were doing nothing of the sort!" Hermione said shrilly. After she said it, she covered her mouth, her face going a deeper shade of red…if possible.

"You were." Harry said, amazed. "I thought I'd never see the day."

"We weren't!" Ron said indignantly.

"Yeah!"

"No!"

"Yeah you were!"

"No we weren't!"

"Liar! You were too!"

"NO WE WEREN'T!"

"YES YOU WERE! I SAW IT!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!'

"YES!"

"SHUT UP!" Ginny yelled. "If the two of you are going to have a screaming match, you can't have it in here."

They got quiet. Ron sighed. "I'm going back to Luna's compartment." He said, before leaving.

Harry leaned his head against Ginny's shoulder. "My head hurts." He said.

"Well, you did just get done yelling." Ginny reprimanded. She used the back of her hand to feel his forehead. "Ooh! You're running a fever." She said. She had him lay down. His head rested in her lap.

"I think I have some sort of flu." He said. "I don't think it has anything to do with the pregnancy."

Hermione was hiding behind her book. The color in her face had receded. Her stomach growled loudly. She glanced at her watch. "I'm hungry." She mumbled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sandwich. Mrs. Weasley packed a sandwich for all of them incase they got hungry.

Harry and Ron ate theirs ten minutes into the journey.

Hermione began eating her sandwich. She gave half to Ginny. Harry didn't want any.

The train ride ensued in silence. Ron didn't come back, Harry didn't get sick, Malfoy didn't come back, and they had no other visitors. This gave everyone time in the compartment, and Luna's compartment, to think of the almost kiss.

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BB/N: I wanted some action between my favorite characters! Do you like this chapter? I do…

My allergies are acting up sooooo bad. My eyes are so red, they look like I rubbed eye shadow from my eyelids down. Also my eyes are burning and itching and watery…that bothers me…