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 Thirty-three: Emotional Breakdowns and Some
"I feel bloated." Hermione said. "It doesn't feel like it's going to be a good day."
Ron, who wasn't feeling well either, sighed. "I don't think there's anything we can do."
"We must go on! Go on for the babies!"
Hermione and Ron turned around and saw Harry at the Great Hall doors. "Where'd you come from?"
"Out of the Great Hall, where else?"
"But you weren't in there when we were."
"Yes I was. You just didn't see me. You guys are both paying attention to each other's eyes. It's love at first sight…aww!"
"Harry, we've known each other for nearly a decade-"
"Wow, it has been that long…" Hermione said.
"To Transfiguration!" Ron said.
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Midway to Transfiguration, Hermione was lagging behind Harry and Ron. Her legs felt like lead, and they didn't want to move.
Hermione winced. She felt as if her stomach were smarting or something. She also was breathing in slow ragged breaths.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked, turning and looking at her.
"I'm fine." Hermione said. "Just tired."
"You know Hermione, the last time you said that, you ended up pregnant." Ron said.
Silence ensued Ron's statement, and Harry was trying really hard to hold in his laughter. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, and ignored him.
Hermione slowly walked into the classroom. She sat down in a seat next to Neville, Harry and Ron were in front of her. McGonagall hadn't entered the classroom yet, so they were all free to talk.
'I can't believe it's almost our due date!' Harry thought happily. 'I'm going to be a super father! I'm going to be a perfect father! A loving father! I can't wait!' Harry smiled to himself. 'And it's May already…Monday, May 25th…everything's going so fast…and Ginny! Ginny is going to be a super mum! A loving mum! I wonder how many children she's going to have…tomorrow is our due date…I feel sick…' Harry paled and held his stomach.
Ron was thinking. 'I can't believe it! If everything goes as planned, I'm going to be a mummy daddy tomorrow!' Ron smiled at the thought. 'As if! I can't believe I just called myself mummy daddy. I'm going to be a father.'
Neville glanced at Hermione through the corner of his eyes. 'Hermione's not looking too good.'
Hermione rested her head on the desk. 'I know I'm not feeling good. But I can make it, I can make it.' Hermione began breathing faster. She sat up and took a deep breath of air. She felt something in stomach.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Neville whispered. McGonagall had just walked into the classroom. She had just begun describing that day's assignment.
"I'm okay Neville."
Harry glanced at Ron. Ron had just begun to breath quickly. "You okay?"
Ron looked scared. "Yeah…I just started breathing this way."
"After you finish reading the text, open you new answer booklets to page 321 and answer the questions. You shall be graded on this, so do your best."
Neville looked at Hermione again. She was whispering ouch. She looked like she was going to cry. She was holding her stomach…she was now gasping for air…she was crying…she was whispering ouch.
Neville stood up suddenly, in the middle of McGonagall's directions. "Professor?"
"Mr. Longbottom! If you need to use the restroom-"
"No! Something's wrong with Hermione!" He said quickly. "I think she's going into labor!"
Quickly everyone either gasped or turned around to look at Hermione. Either way, in the end they were looking at her.
McGonagall quickly walked to Hermione, at least as fast as her cane would let her go. "Hermione, listen to me. Are you going into labor?"
"I think so." Hermione said.
McGonagall looked up sharply. "All right class. Work on your assignments…Finnegan, Thomas! Come with me. Hermione, you're going to need to walk to the Hospital Wing." She said.
Ron stood up abruptly. "I'm the father of the baby! I'm going too!" McGonagall nodded her head in approval, but when Harry tried to go, she declined his offer saying, "I don't think Poppy will let you go."
Harry sat in his seat unhappily, as McGonagall, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean left the classroom.
Pavarti turned towards Harry, and smiled. "She'll be fine Harry. You'll probably be able to see her after this class."
Ten minutes later, McGonagall came back. She quietly told Harry that he wouldn't be able to see Hermione until much later. Harry didn't like that, but he dealt with it, barely paying attention in the class.
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Snape was watching his class and grading his parchments at the same time. He had been informed about Hermione's early labor, and that Ron was probably going to have his baby that day too. He had also been informed, along with the rest of the Professor's to keep a very good eye on Harry. A very good eye on Harry.
Snape looked at his clock. All the students were standing except Harry. He had been instructed by Madame Promfrey to allow the Golden Trio to sit almost at all times, because it had gotten so close to their due dates.
Snape looked at Harry. Harry looked miserable. He had been staring at his cauldron, one hand resting on his stomach, for the entire class. Sometimes he would look to his left or right, hoping one of his friends would turn up, but no one ever did. Everyone had a partner or two, and Harry took it upon himself to not do anything.
"Class Dismissed. Remember, homework due tomorrow. Don't forget or it'll be a detention."
Everyone immediately began packing, and Harry was already packed. He sat in his seat though, as everyone else left.
Snape thought everyone had left, because class was dismissed. He was facing the board, writing stuff on it for his next class after break. He paused in his writing, because he heard sniffling. He turned around, and Harry was still sitting in his classroom. "Potter, get out of my classroom."
"I can't." Harry cried, wiping his eyes.
"Why?" Snape asked, a hint of worry almost heard in his voice.
"My back hurts." Harry said, wiping his eyes.
Snape didn't know what to say. Harry couldn't be crying. Harry Potter never cries. In the presence of Lord Voldemort, he didn't cry. "Potter?"
"It all started when I was left at the doorstep of the Dursley's!" Harry sobbed. His head was bent low, and his shoulders were hunched and quaking.
"Err…" Snape said.
"My parents had just died and Dumbledore set me on the Dursley's steps! They treated me like old garbage. They upturned their noses to me. I was trash! Trash!" Harry sobbed. "They kept me in a shirty crib in Dudley's nursery until I was old enough for my own bed!" Harry was sobbing uncontrollably. Snape was just watching him, scared. "They put me in a cupboard underneath the stairs! I slept there until I was eleven years old!"
Emily opened the door and walked in. Halfway through the doorway though, she stopped when she heard Harry's sobbing. She could tell he was having an emotional breakdown. "Severus! You can't have him in here! Someone might see him. Take him to our quarters." She demanded.
Snape looked at Emily and then Harry. He didn't want to help Harry. Harry could manage it on his own.
"Severus! Help him!" Emily barked.
Snape sighed and went over to Harry. With a little bit of trouble, but not much, he got Harry onto his feet, and he and Emily walked him to their quarters. Harry had momentarily stopped sobbing, just long until his was in Snapes quarters. Then he started to cry again. "I had to cook them meals, I did everything. When I wasn't doing something, I was in that damn cupboard underneath the stairs!" Harry sobbed. He sat down on a couch. Emily made Snape sit down next to him. "And then the letter came. It saved my life. In the first year of school you hated me!" Harry looked up at Snape, his eyes red and tear rimmed. Tears were running down his face. "You hated me for no reason! Just hated me for no reason! I didn't do anything, and you hated me!" He sobbed.
Snape cringed, feeling slightly guilty.
"And Quirrell! He tried to kill me a few times, but Ron and me blamed it on you! Hermione too! You hated us so much, that we found that a reasonable answer." Harry wiped at his eyes. "I was so scared when Ron was attacked on the chess board! I thought he was dead, or going to die! He was my first best friend!" Harry sniffed, his tears letting up slightly. "I bet you, you would feel horrible if Emily died." He accused. "And then Hermione had to help me with the potions! I was so scared! I was really scared! Every bloody time I come to Hogwarts, something happens. I get attacked by a basilisk," Harry was sobbing again. "Or by dogs! You hated me still! I never understood why you hated me so much! I had never done anything to you!" Harry couldn't control himself anymore. Every emotion he had ever felt was being poured into his tears. "And then Hermione got stunned or whatever! I thought she was going to die. She looked so still. She had never been that still in her life! Her eyes had been open, and she looked so scared! And Ginny! She had been so close to death, I had almost seen her die. It scared me so much!
"And Sirius!" Harry cried. Snape was getting a bit frightened by the way he was acting. He turned and looked at Emily, and she shook her head. She didn't know what to do either. She thought letting Harry go and explain everything was going to be fine. "Sirius! He's dead! He'll never be able to see this child! Why did he have to die?" He looked at Snape, searching him for answers. "Why did he have to die?" Harry didn't wait for an answer. "He would have been so supportive. Everyone's gone from my family! Mum, Dad, Sirius! Remus isn't much. I don't blame him though, with the full moons and everything. He has enough on his mind. Plus he knew my parents better than me! Everyone knew my parents better than me!
"Malfoy doesn't help much! He teases me! Has he ever been nice to anyone in his life? Huh?" Harry asked. He was still looking at Snape. Snape didn't know what to do. "Ever since the day I met Malfoy at the robe shop, I knew something was wrong with him. He's evil! And I had to watch Cedric Diggory die! He died right in front of me! Right in front of me, and I could do nothing about it. Nothing whatsoever. And now I see Threstrals! I hate those bloody things! Those bloody horrible, damn things! Every time I see one, it reminds of bloody death. I see Death every year. It drives me insane!" Harry had looked away from Snape and looked at the back of his hands. "That stupid toad! Umbridge. I hated her so much! I still do hate her! She was the one who sent those damn Dementers on me in the summer before my fifth year. She almost got me expelled. Dammit!" He was weeping, and he couldn't stop himself. "Mad Eye Moody was a fake! I trusted him so much! He tried to kill me by selling me to Lord Bloody Pain in the Arse Voldemort. And Ron and me fought! I threw a book at him! I never want to fight him again! And Hermione! She's my best friend too! We fought so much in our third year! I can't believe we fought like that. I can't believe it!"
Snape stared at Harry. He hadn't looked up from his hands yet. "And now I'm a seventeen year old pregnant boy! Do you know what it's like to have a baby pop out of your belly button! It's going to hurt! I'm so scared. I haven't been sleeping well. What if I don't turn out to be the father I always thought I'd be? Ginny will miss the baby, and she can't drop out of Hogwarts to take care of it with me. And the baby's a boy! Not an it!" Harry was getting uncontrollable again. "I saw Ron dead!" He sobbed. "I cried for the first time in ever. I sat down and cried my heart and lungs out." He shook his head. "And Hermione! She thought it was her fault. I never want to see her blame something like that on herself again! It was too hard to bear. Too bloody hard! And then Krum. He had enough nerve to put his hands around Hermione's neck, and to choke her. Even if that was long ago, she's still scared to have people who she doesn't know well to touch her neck! He caused us so much pain, and jealousy on Ron's part, it was sickening! Dammit all!" Harry sobbed. "Dammit all!" He was now out of words, and he was sitting on Snape's couch, Snape sitting next to him, sobbing his lungs out.
Snape again looked at Emily. She was in tears, trying to wipe them away. Snape was surprised by Harry's life story, but he hadn't been crying. Emily just shook her head. "I don't know." She mouthed.
Harry wasn't crying as bad, but tears were falling from his eyes. He looked at Snape for the first time in about five minutes, and asked, "Can I have a hug?"
Without waiting for an answer, Harry hugged Snape. Snape quickly looked at Emily again, and she motioned for him to hug Harry. "Hug him!" She whispered.
Snape awkwardly patted Harry's back. Harry was crying into Snape's chest. Snape's daughter and once before Emily had been the only people to cry on him. He never expected Harry Potter to cry on him.
"You need some rest Harry." Emily said. "What you just did could've taken a lot out of you."
Harry pulled away from Snape, wiping his eyes. "I got your robe wet." Harry mumbled. "I'm sorry."
"I'm fine Potter." Snape said, wiping at his robes. He got off the couch. "Lay down and take some rest." He said. "We'll wake you, when you need woken up."
Harry lay down, slightly embarrassed, really tired, and slightly hungry. He fell asleep quickly, one arm resting underneath his head, the other resting on his engorged belly.
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"It was a false alarm." Madame Promfrey said. "Granger, you need rest. No classes for the rest of the school year, same goes to you Weasley. We'll need Potter up here too."
"Madame Promfrey!" Hermione said. "Tomorrow is the last day of class before exams! Can't I just go to them?"
"No."
"Please?"
Ron had wandered away from Hermione, to the bathroom, threw up, and then he went to a bed and lay down.
"No Granger. You will rest until these babies are born."
"I promise to check in with you." Hermione said. "I promise!"
"Tomorrow is your due date. You cannot be walking around."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Madame Promfrey!" Hermione cried. "I need to go to my classes! I promise to be careful, and I'll take my time getting to my classes. And if I feel one pain, I'll come to you immediately."
Madame Promfrey thought for a moment. "You swear?" She asked. Hermione nodded her head enthusiastically.
"I'll have Ron and Harry with me." Ron groaned. He didn't want to leave his bed.
"I don't know." Madame Promfrey said. "I'll think about it."
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BB/N: Emotional breakdowns for Harry. Nearly the first six pages are about him! I'm on a roll!
And to the people who were worried, I am finishing this story. I guess I didn't explain it thoroughly though…But guess what!
I'm debating making a sequel…not a full blown 40 chapter sequel, but a two chapter one. One about Harry, Ginny, and their kid, and then one about Ron, Hermione, and their children…
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Thanks to MEGUMI OHIRA/NAOMI for helping me with this chapter. I APPRECIATE it.