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-nine: Too Much Dialog
Madam Promfrey, when she was positive that Hermione was comfortable, left her enclosed area, and went to see if Harry was asleep. She was not pleased to see Ron and Ginny sitting on Harry's bed, talking to him.
"Don't you understand?" She exclaimed quietly. "Potter has the flu! He can't have visitors." She sighed in exasperation. "Get in your own beds. You're in here for the night. I need to observe you so you don't get sick." She dictated, making Ron and Ginny go to their own beds. They hadn't said anything yet.
Madame Promfrey forced Ron and Ginny to drink a pepper up potion, and then she made them lay down. When she was thoroughly pleased with the outcome of her dictating, she checked on Hermione.
"Is Hermione okay?" Ron asked, when Madame Promfrey walked passed him.
"She'll be fine. Unable to talk for a few hours, until the potions kick in, but other than that, she's fine."
"And the baby?" Ginny added.
"It is fine too." Madame Promfrey said. "Any more questions?" She asked.
"Are you positive Hermione's fine?" Ron asked. "I mean, she's breathing okay and everything?"
"Of course Weasley! I wouldn't lie to you." Madame Promfrey said. "Any more questions?" She asked again.
"You're so positive that Hermione is fi-"
"Weasley, ask me that one more time, and I'll make you sleep on the floor without a blanket or pillow." Madame Promfrey said. "Hermione Jane Granger is fine, and so is her child."
"That's good." Ron said.
"So what's going to happen to Krum?" Harry asked. "Is he going to have the Death Sentence put on him or something?"
"They'll probably send him to a prison somewhere." Ginny said.
"I hope he dies." Ron said. "I really hate him. Where'd he get the idea to choke her in the corridor anyway?" Ron asked. "I hope he breaks both his legs in a terrible fall…and he gets paralyzed from choking on a peanut…and I hope his Quidditch Team loses every game they play for the rest of forever." Ron concluded. "And I hope Hermione hates him too." He added, as an afterthought.
"Finished?" Ginny asked.
"Honestly, you've kept that bottled up inside you for this long?" Harry asked, faking astonishment. "I never knew…I never knew you felt this way."
"All right." Madame Promfrey said, watching Harry, Ron, and Ginny talk. "How are you holding things down, Potter?"
"Oh, I'm not." Harry said. "I throw up about five minutes or so after each meal." He said. "It kind of sucks though, because I get really, really hungry."
Madame Promfrey sighed and went to her office. She and Harry had been experimenting with potions, because Harry had the symptoms of the flu and the symptoms of a pregnant woman. If it wasn't the flu that was holding him back, it was the pregnancy. But, Harry hadn't been suffering from any pregnancy stuff since September.
Madame Promfrey came back out of her office carrying a smoking goblet.
"Not another one." Harry said.
"Of course Potter. You can't live off fluids for the rest of your life. Especially in your condition."
Harry took the goblet from her and stared at it evilly. "What do I have to eat?" He asked, bringing the goblet to his face and tipping it back. He squinted his eyes in disgust. It tasted like sour milk and onions. Whenever he had potions in Madame Promfrey's Hospital Wing, it always tasted like onions.
"I'll give you some fruit." Madame Promfrey said. When Harry drank everything in the goblet, Madame Promfrey took it from him and went back to her office.
"Let me tell you two something," Harry began, looking at Ginny and Ron. "Never plan on getting the flu when you're pregnant. Not only can you not eat foods you like, but you also have to drink disgusting potions, and catch up on late work."
"I'm not planning to." Ron said.
"Neither am I." Ginny said. "But, you haven't touched your work have you?" She asked.
"I have. I'm done with it. I think I've done all the work for this week." Harry said. "There's nothing to do in here, except for homework and sleep. I've done both, and now I'm bored."
Madame Promfrey came back, carrying an apple. She handed it to Harry. "Eat that, Potter, and hold it down as long as possible." She said, watching him.
Harry bit into his apple, and he thought he had just went to heaven. He smiled, chewed, and swallowed the piece that he had in his mouth. "This apple is really good." He said, biting into it more.
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Madame Promfrey checked on Ginny's temperature, Harry temperature, and on Hermione. Ron was asleep, and Hermione was asleep, but Madame Promfrey wanted to check hers anyway.
"How's Hermione?" Harry whispered.
"She's doing fine. She should be up and about in the morning." Madame Promfrey said.
Ginny looked over at Harry. "So how's baby Ben doing?" She asked, playfully.
"Baby Ben's doing fine." Harry said, patting his stomach. "He's as healthy as a Hippogriff, and eats most of my food." Harry and Ginny laughed quietly.
"I wish you weren't sick!" Ginny said, after she and Harry were finished laughing.
"Why's that?" Harry asked. "I mean…" Harry paused. "Never mind. Why's that?" He asked again.
Ginny looked at him a moment, and then she smiled. "I'd kiss you right now, right at this exact moment in time."
"I can take a rain check." Harry said. "Give me a couple days."
Ginny nodded her head. "I think I can fit you in my very busy schedule." She said.
Harry nodded his head. He was surprised that he hadn't thrown up yet, but he was glad he didn't. That apple had tasted good.
There was a knock on the door, and it opened. Dumbledore walked into the wing, followed by Snape and Emily.
"Hi Professors." Harry whispered quietly.
"Hello." Ginny said, just as quietly.
Dumbledore looked surprised when he saw Ginny and Ron in the Hospital Wing. "Have you fallen ill, Miss Weasley?" He asked.
"No. Me and Ron were sitting on Harry's bed, and Madame Promfrey wants to make sure we don't get whatever he has." Ginny said.
"How is Miss Granger?" Emily asked.
"She's asleep. Madame Promfrey said she was doing fine."
"Where is Poppy?" Snape asked.
"Probably in her office." Everyone looked to see Ron sitting up. "That's where she always is when she isn't caring for other patients." Ron yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Where's Krum? Dead?"
"Don't get your hopes up Ron." Ginny reminded. "That would mean all your other wishes would go down the drain."
"We were going to discuss that with you and Miss Granger actually." Dumbledore said. "He's being held, under super supervision at the Ministry of Magic. Arthur has been informed, and I'm sure Molly knows with that superb clock of hers."
"What's going to happen to Krum?" Ron asked persistently. "He hurt Hermione, and that's not cool." Ron reminded, as if no one knew this.
"We know Weasley." Snape said. "That's why he's being held at the Ministry of Magic."
Ron, pleased with the answer, leaned into the pillows. Ginny and Harry were snickering underneath their breaths. Ron could be so thick sometimes.
Madame Promfrey, when she realized that she had visitors, left her office and saw Dumbledore and the Snapes. "What can I help you with?" She asked.
"We wanted to see if Granger was awake." Dumbledore said.
"She's not." Madame Promfrey said. "And I'd be glad if you left her be. She needs her rest."
"It wouldn't be long, Poppy." Emily said.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't." Madame Promfrey said. "I haven't allowed anyone to wake her yet."
"Poppy, I promise this will be the last time I do this." Dumbledore said. "I promise upon everything I own, I shall not bother your patients anymore."
Madame Promfrey said, "Albus, I don't think this is a good idea. She hasn't even seen Potter or the Weasley's yet. Don't you think she deserves to see them first?"
"Under different circumstances yes." Dumbledore said. He watched as Madame Promfrey clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but she showed the three of them where Hermione's bed was. "There, I'll give you no longer that thirty minutes."
"That's not fair." Harry said. "You'd think they'd let us see her first."
No one answered Harry's complaint.
"Ron sit up." Ginny demanded. "I'm tired of sitting all the way over here."
"I am sitting up." Ron said. "But I'll scoot over." Ron made room for Ginny to sit down on his bed. Ginny walked over and plopped down on it.
"Do you think Madame Promfrey will let us see her next?" Ginny asked.
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Hermione woke up, surprised to see Dumbledore and the Snapes standing over her. Emily was the one who shook her awake. "How are you feeling?" She asked.
Hermione sat up slowly. She rubbed her neck because it was sore. She painfully cleared her throat. Her three visitors looked sheepishly at each other, realizing Hermione hadn't talked to anyone yet.
"I'm feeling…ahem…fine." Hermione croaked. "My throats just sore." She cleared her throat again, this time wincing.
"Maybe our questions should wait until morning Albus." Emily said. "She can barely speak for Merlin sakes!"
"No, no, I'm fine." Hermione croaked, waving her hand, dismissing their ideas. "What do you want to ask me?"
"Can you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione sighed. She cleared her throat again, and began her explanation. "I was in the Library, doing catch up work for the N.E.W.T.'s test, and I had to go to the loo." Hermione said, clearing her throat again. "I went to the loo and when I was finished, I left and went into the corridor. I ran into someone, and I was about to apologize, when he grabbed me around my neck." Hermione unintentionally rubbed her neck. "I can't remember much after that."
"Did he say anything to you?" Snape asked. He had a quill and parchment out, and the parchment was writing everything that Hermione said, down.
"Yeah." Hermione said. She closed her eyes and thought back to what he said. The words came back quickly. "He said he loved me, and…" Hermione trailed off. She remembered someone shouting…she couldn't remember who it was.
"And?" Emily asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Stuff consisting of what he said."
"Is there anything else? Did he say something that struck you odd?" Snape asked.
Hermione was thinking hard. 'What did he say about the baby?' Hermione thought. 'What else did he say?'"He wanted to know why I was carrying Ron's child…" Hermione paused. "He said I betrayed him." She said. "That I turned him down, even after he gave me the ring."
Dumbledore pulled out a small pouch from his pocket. "So this is yours?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione saw him empty the contents of the pouch onto a small tray beside Hermione's bed. Hermione glanced at it, before looking away. "I don't want it." She said. She felt her stomach heave at the thought of it.
Dumbledore put it back in his pocket. "If you don't mind me asking, Miss Granger, were you in a romantic relationship with Mr. Krum?"
"It was one sided." Hermione said. "He wrote me a few weeks back, and asked for my hand in marriage. I told him no, because I thought we were just friends. He gave me a ring, and I stupidly put it on. I guess he assumed we were engaged, but then he got my letter."
Everything Hermione just said, was written down.
"Anything else that you find important, or you want to tell us?" Emily asked.
"Yes." Hermione said. She remembered seeing red hair, but she wasn't sure if it was red, because everything was different when she was choking, and she couldn't remember. "Who was the one who saved me?"
"Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said. He glanced at his watch. "We're going to have to leave, Miss Granger. We'll seek you out if there are any problems."
Hermione nodded her head, leaning into her pillows. A slight smile was playing at her lips, when she thought of Ron saving her life.
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The Next Day
BB/N: Sorry to interrupt, but this is going to be really, really long…almost…
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Ginny left the Hospital Wing for classes, Ron didn't because he didn't have classes that morning. He had one in the afternoon, but none that morning. At the moment, Ron was sitting, playing chess with Harry, for the reason that the both of them were bored. Neither of them had seen Hermione yet, but Ginny did, quickly before she left for classes. Now Hermione was asleep.
"Pawn to B1." Ron said, bored. "Now I understand what you were talking about."
"At least I have someone to talk to." Harry said.
They continued playing chess until they were interrupted. "Do you mind if I sit?"
They, as in Harry and Ron, looked to see Hermione standing behind Harry. She was smiling slightly.
"Hermione, why ask? You'd sit anyway." Harry said, cheekily. "Of course you can. Plenty of bed space for the two of us." He patted a spot next to him.
"How're you feeling?" Ron asked immediately.
"Not that bad actually. Just hurts a little to breath, that's all." Hermione said.
Harry squinted at her neck. "Those aren't bruises are they?" He asked. He pushed away her hair, and saw the bruises on her neck. "That-" A few chosen bad words left Harry's mouth.
"Harry! Language!" Hermione said.
"It's true." Harry said. "Ron look. These are the largest hands I've ever seen, to leave bruises like that."
Ron got off his bed, and inspected Hermione's neck. He was speechless. Hermione's cheeks were turning red, as her best friends inspected her neck. She felt like a doll.
"All I can say, is I have to agree with Harry." Ron said, going back to his bed. "Who in their right mind lays their hands on a girl."
"It's an unspoken rule. I don't even think Malfoy would touch Hermione." Harry said. "Every man on the planet Earth should know that laying a finger on a girl means instant death from their best friends."
"Thanks for the words of wisdom." Hermione said, brushing her hair back to cover the bruises.
"No problem. That's what we're here for." Harry said.
Hermione smiled and sighed. "Has anyone come to see me?" She asked.
"The Snapes and Dumbledore, plus Ginny. That's it." Ron said.
"Oh." Hermione said.
Just then, the Hospital Wing doors opened, and in came Dumbledore, alone this time. He shut the door and went to Ron and Hermione…and Harry.
"Good morning Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said.
"Morning." The three of them chorused.
"I have some news to tell you." Dumbledore said.
"What?"
"It seems that, Mr. Krum is having a trial tomorrow, to determine his consequences. It's going to be at the Ministry of Magic, and it'll be a long day." Dumbledore said. "Both Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are needed at this trial."
"Why do I have to go?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to be all alone!" Harry said, saddened.
"Sadly, Mr. Potter, you won't have them here, but I'm sure you can find other things to do. Now to answer Mr. Weasley's question, you're needed because you're the one who saved Miss Granger's life! They'll need your account of the story."
Dumbledore explained the next day's events, and then he left, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to contemplate over what they were going to do the next day. Harry just didn't want to be alone, so he hoped Ginny would skive off classes to be with him, even though he knew she wouldn't.
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BB/N: Good day. I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, and if you're not, I hope your day gets better.
I'm lonely…My sister got a job, and she works from 6:00 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. and it's boring without her around. We can't type more to For the Hate of Blood, our story we're writing together on BB and MO. We posted it awhile ago, but neither of us has had time to type more to it… :( That's sad…):