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-four: Man Snapes Detention

Harry stared at Snape with dread. How could he forget his homework on his bed? Why did he forget his homework on his bed? Why did Snape have to be mean enough to give him a detention, even though he knew Harry was supposed to stay off his feet and rest, since it was passed his due date? And why did Hermione volunteer them to go to classes? Why?

"Detention, this evening Potter." Snape said. Harry growled at him. Unforeseen rage filled him. He then covered it up with his stomach growling. He didn't want people to think he growled.

Snape turned away from Harry, going back to the board. "In my office, eight o'clock."

Harry sighed in defeat. The only way he could get out of this was if he went into labor. 'Like that'll ever happen.' Harry thought. 'Well…eventually it'll happen.'

Snape looked out over the class. "Can't you follow directions? Complete the practice exam on the board, by the end of class."

"It's all right." Hermione whispered, reaching down and picking up her bag. "He won't make you do anything too hard."

"I'm in a foul mood now." Harry said bitterly. He set his cauldron on his burner, not turning it on. Ron watched Harry discreetly through the corner of his eye. He was chopping up the nettles, putting them in small piles.

This was a group project.

Snape left the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as Snape left, Malfoy said, "Is somefing wong with Potty? Did the poor mean pwofessor give yew a detention? We should cry for Potty." Malfoy said, laughing. The rest of the Slytherins laughed as well.

"Why do you always have to bother people, Malfoy?" Dean asked, dropping his knife and looking at Malfoy. "You make things so complicated in life."

"Want to make something of it?" Malfoy asked, mocking Dean.

Dean walked over to Malfoy, getting in his face. "Do you want a repeat of the first day of school?" Dean asked.

Malfoy's expression faltered a bit. Seamus got out of his seat and dragged Dean away from Malfoy. When they were standing back at their table, the door opened again. Emily and Michelle walked into the room. Michelle was clad in her pajamas and Emily was wearing her plain black robes. Michelle went to Snape's desk and sat down on the chair. Emily stood up in front of the class. "Severus isn't feeling too well at the moment. I'll be teaching, or at least supervising this class until he comes back." She smiled at the class, pointedly ignoring the tension between Malfoy, who was glaring at the back of Dean's head, and Dean, who was glaring at the cauldron in front of him.

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"Is she finished?" Ginny asked, peering over her textbook and looking at Hermione.

"She's been asleep for a long time." Luna said, looking at Ginny with a grin on her face. She had just looked up from her Quibbler magazine.

Ron and Harry walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, after going to the kitchens. It was about quarter to eight, and they hadn't bothered to go to dinner in the Great Hall. "Hi Luna, Ginny." Harry said, walking passed Ginny and Luna. He went to his bedroom to change his clothes into something more comfortable.

"How long has Hermione been asleep?" Ron asked, sitting down by Hermione's feet.

"Since she finished her studying." Luna said.

"When was that?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, a half hour ago." Ginny said, looking at the clock. "Yeah, a half hour."

"I hate it when she sleeps!" Ron said bitterly. "She makes me tired. Damn stupid bonding."

"Wait…Luna, how'd you get in here?" Harry asked, walking down the boy's dormitory stairs.

"No time for that Harry!" Ginny said, standing up. "You need to get to that detention of yours, and I'm walking you there."

"I can walk by myself." Harry said.

"Nope." Ginny said. She grabbed Harry's hand. "Luna, I hope you don't mind me leaving for the moment."

"Don't worry." Luna said, waving her hand at Ginny. "I'll be fine. I might discuss some things with Ron." Luna said.

"Err…can I come with you?" Ron asked. They shook their heads. "SNOGGERS!" He said.

"No we aren't!" Harry said defensively.

"We can't have a row here." Ginny said, interrupting Ron's outburst that she knew was coming. "It's bad for the baby."

"That's why you should become a Healer." Harry said, as they left the Common Room.

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It was quiet as Ginny and Harry left. Ron leaned back into the cushions. Luna looked up at Ron. She was sitting on the floor by Ginny's vacant chair. "Have you ever heard of someone taking a Vampire's spit, and then throwing it back at him?"

Ron looked at Luna intriguingly for a moment, pondering her question. "Err…no."

"That's what I'm reading right now." Luna said, indicating the Quibbler in her hand. "Wouldn't it be interesting? Just to throw some spit at a Vampire? I think it would."

"What would happen?" Ron asked. He was interested in what she was saying. "Could they get infected or something?"

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"So, how have you been?" Harry asked, swinging his and Ginny's hands back and forth. They were slowly making their way through the dungeons, to Snape's office.

"I've been thinking about…things…" Ginny said, trailing off. She looked at Harry to make sure he was listening. He nodded his head for her to continue. "What are you planning on doing with the baby?"

"You're not wanting me to give it up, are you?" Harry asked worriedly. "Because if you are, then you're just going to have to leave me."

"No." Ginny said, shaking her head. "No that's not what I meant." She paused. "I meant, are you going to go to the Burrow? Or are you going to get your own place?"

Harry was quiet as he contemplated his answer. "I'll probably get my own place. I want to stay somewhere close to Hogwarts and the Burrow."

"Fat chance." Ginny said quietly. "You can stay at the Burrow. Mum won't mind. You'll have your own room and everything."

"I don't want to bother your parents. The bay will cry at all hours of the night and your mum will probably get tired of us in a week."

"Mum loves children, that's why she has seven." Ginny reminded. "We all cried when we felt like it, except Ron. As mum said, he rarely cried."

"I don't know." Harry said, sighing. He really didn't want to be a bother with Mrs. Weasley. She had been like a mum to him, and he didn't want to intrude on her anymore than he had to.

"I'll write her and ask." Ginny stated.

Harry was quiet a moment. "During the school year, I think I may come on the weekends and stay here. That way, you'll see the baby more often, instead of waiting until holidays and stuff."

"That's a good idea." Ginny said. "Benjamin William Potter, is that name sticking?" Ginny asked.

"Yep, I can feel it's a boy, deep in my bones." Harry said. "It's a paternal kind of thing."

"That's good." Ginny said, smiling to herself. She and Harry walked in silence until they reached Snape's office door. Unwilling, but doing it, Ginny dropped Harry's hand. Harry knocked on the door, and waited for Snape to open it.

"You're late." Snape said, opening his door. Surprisingly he didn't take points away. Harry stepped into Snape's office. Snape looked at Ginny.

"When's the detention going to be over?" Ginny asked.

"When it's over, it'll be over." Snape said.

"I need to know when it's over. I have to walk him back." Ginny said. "I don't want him to be alone in the corridors."

"I'll walk him to his portrait." Snape said. Ginny looked at Snape, until she was positive that he was going to do so. And then she nodded her head once, then left, walking quickly. She didn't want him to change his mind.

Snape sighed and shut his door. Harry was standing, looking at Snape's nameplate on his desk. It had a smudge on it, and he was just dying to wipe it off. "You'll be grading parchments this evening." Snape said. He walked to his side of the desk, and handed Harry a large stack of parchments. "Here's a red ink quill. The correct scoring parchment is on top, and the rest are the first year's homework assignments. When you're finished you can start on the otheryears assignment." He sat down; making sure Harry had enough room to work.

Harry sighed and sat down. He looked at the top sheet. It was all in red ink, the correct answer filled in. He started his work, cursing every fiber in his being for forgetting his homework on his bed. He worked silently, glancing up every few minutes to see what Snape was doing. It looked like he was grading parchments, probably tests or something.

After an hour of working, Harry finished half of the first years. He sighed quietly, and picked up another piece of parchment. Looking at the parchment, Harry closed his eyes and breathed. 'Only a billion and a half more to go.' He thought bitterly. He opened his eyes and began working. He could feel Snape's eyes looking at him, but he didn't want to meet Snape's gaze.

"Are you feeling well, Potter?" Snape asked. He had noticed that Harry was sweating just a bit.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, still not looking up.

After twenty more minutes, he felt his hand starting to cramp. He dropped the quill and flexed his hand a moment before returning. When the hour passed, Harry had the sudden urge to pee, but he held it, not wanting to make Snape angry for asking him unimportant questions.

He finished the first years assignment in two hours. He pushed aside the parchments, and picked up the next. He smiled. It was his years papers. He was going to have fun with Malfoy's paper.

The second parchment he saw was Hermione's, the first being the scoring sheet. He looked over her paper, because there wasn't really anything to correct. He saw Ron's parchment, and knew that he would need correcting. He started off, and Ron, surprisingly got only two questions out of twenty-five wrong. That meant Harry would have had the same grade, if he did the paper. He accidentally knocked the paper off the desk, and he leaned over to pick it up. It landed answer side down, and Harry saw something written on the back. He picked it up and looked at it.

"FOR THE EYES OF HARRY POTTER ONLY!" It said in Ron's messy writing. He looked on.

In the middle of the paper was a green stick figure. An arrow pointing at it said, "GREEN MAN REPRESENTING HARRY'S EYES." Harry watched as the stick figure walked across the parchment twice. On it's third round, a gaping purple hole appeared and the green stick figure walked into the hole, never to be seen again.

Then the figure appeared again, but it stopped moving. The hole was gone too. In flashing orange and red letters at the bottom it said, "I stole Hermione's colored quills to do this. Hopefully it amuses you enough through your detention…Hermione's looking this way. I'll leave now…-Ron Weasley"

Harry snorted, and flipped the paper over. He drew a smiley face on it. Then he looked up. Snape was looking at him. "What is so funny, Potter?"

"Ron put an unbelievably awkward answer on a question." Harry said. He put the parchment on top of Hermione's. He continued on with the parchments. He was still resisting to ask Snape to use the bathroom, because now his new excuse was, he didn't want to go alone.

Harry was serious. He didn't want to go into labor by himself in the corridor. He could die by himself. And the dungeons weren't lighted well. He didn't want to lose hit footing or anything.

When another hour passed, and it was nearing eleven o'clock, Harry felt like he was going to burst, and it hurt. "Professor?" He asked, looking at Snape. Snape looked at him. "I have to use the loo really bad." Harry squirmed in his seat. Really bad. It was starting to hurt really badly.

Snape sighed. Usually he wouldn't let students use the bathroom during a detention, but this was a special case. Not only would he face Harry's wrath, he'd also face Ginny's, his wife's, probably Michelle, and Dumbledore. "Fine, use the bathroom."

"I can't go by myself." Harry said. Snape looked at him surprised and skeptically. "I mean, I can use it by myself, but I'm alone in the dungeons. Where's the closest bathroom, and what if I go into-"

"Fine." Snape said, standing up. "Follow me." He said briskly, opening his door and leaving. Harry struggled to follow along, his bladder hurting, and Snape was walking pretty fast.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the bathroom. He went in, and Snape waited for him outside the bathroom.

Snape was beginning to think that Harry was taking too long in the bathroom, when Harry left, wiping his hands on his robes. He followed behind Snape as he walked, again, briskly back to his classroom.

Not even two meters from the bathroom, Harry felt pain again. At first he thought it was the need to pee again, but then he realized that it hurt a lot worse. A lotlot worse. A lot lot lot worse.

Harry tried to ignore the feeling, and he continued walking behind Snape again. After five steps he stopped. The pain hurt. Realization struck him. 'I'm going into labor.'

Snape'srobesbegan to disappear, he was getting too far ahead of Harry. Harry struggled to catch up, but it hurt so bad.

After catching up with Snape, he had to pause again. His breathing wasn't coming fast enough, and it was slowly causing him to feel breathless. He began breathing quicker, trying to get more air.

Snape was getting far ahead again, and this time Harry caught up and tugged on his robes. Harry bent over, holding his stomach. Tears were coming to his eyes. This was the worst pain he had felt in his life.

Snape turned around, looking at Harry. "Potter?" He asked worriedly. He saw Harry doubled over in pain, and then he listened to his breathing. "Potter, are you okay?"

"No, I just feel excruciating pain in my abdomen. But you know what, I'm still going to do your detention, because that's who I am."

"Potter, you need to see Madame Promfrey." Snape said.

"I can't move!" Harry wailed.

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