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-five: Labor Pains
BB/N: Excessive Swearing in this Chapter! READ AT YOU OWN RISK!
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"I'm feeling something." Ginny said. "Something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong Ginny, unless your blouse is on fire." Luna said.
"Which it isn't." Ron whispered. He then indicated that they needed to whisper because Hermione was still asleep.
"Something is wrong." Ginny persisted. It was eleven ten. "I'm going to check on Harry. Luna, I think it's time that you leave. It's passed curfew."
"That's right. Can't stay out too late. Ron, we'll finish this conversation about the Vampire's later." Luna stood up. She grabbed her Quibbler, and then followed Ginny to the portrait. Ron said goodnight to Luna, and then he settled deeper into his seat. Hermione's feet were resting in his lap.
It was quiet for a few minutes, and Ron felt himself dozing off.
Hermione's eyes snapped open. She looked around the Common Room, but couldn't see anybody. No one was with her. Her heart was beating fast. She had just went into labor all by herself. No one was with her.
Hermione was positive she went into labor, because not only was her stomach hurting, but her water broke. Or at least she thought it did.
Hermione threw her legs off what she thought was the arm of the couch. She sat up and winced in pain. Tears were coming to her eyes. It hurt a lot worse than it did the day before.
Hermione wiped her eyes and turned her head to the side. "Ron!" She shrieked, surprised and relieved at the same time. He was asleep before she screamed his name, but now he was awake, getting ready to get his wand.
"What?" He asked groggily.
"I think the baby's on its way." She said, taking a deep breath. Why didn't Dumbledore or Madame Promfrey force them to take birthing classes?
"How do you know?" Ron asked, fully awake, looking at Hermione worriedly. "Is the baby coming out now?" Ron felt sweat attacking his forehead. He couldn't deliver a baby! Not while he was pregnant. Which meant that his baby was on its way as well. He felt like he needed to hyperventilate.
"No." Hermione said, taking another deep breath. "My water broke." She said. Ron glanced at Hermione's pajama bottoms. Yep, her water definitely broke.
"Err…" Ron said. "Let's go to the Hospital Wing." He said. He struggled to get up, and then he helped Hermione up. "Do you need to lean on me?" He asked. Hermione nodded her head. Somehow she managed to hook arms, lean on him, and hold his hand at the same time. Ron was hoping someone was patrolling the hallways. He didn't want anything to happen to him or Hermione while they made their trek down the corridor.
"It hurts." Hermione said, taking a deep breath. They just made it down moving staircase, and over the trick step.
"I know." Ron said. Hermione's grip slackened on his hand, and he looked at her worriedly. "You okay?" He asked, pausing.
"I'm fine." She said. "I was killing your hand though."
"You need to squeeze it." He said. "It'll relieve some of the pain." He offered his hand to Hermione, and she squeezed it again.
By the time they reached the Hospital Wing, ten or fifteen minutes had passed. Ron breathed a sigh of relief, until they stepped foot in the Wing itself.
"MERLIN BLOODY DAMN IT!" Harry was screaming. "YOU'RE OFFERING ME ICE CUBES! THAT'S NOT BLOODY FAIR! I WANT THIS BLOODY BABY OUT OF ME NOW! MY STOMACH HURTS! GET IT OUT OF ME!"
"I think Harry's in labor." Hermione said. She squeezed Ron's hand again. They saw Madame Promfrey going back and forth between Harry and her office. Ginny was wiping Harry's forehead off with a sponge.
Ron and Hermione averted their eyes from Harry's scene, and they went to Madame Promfrey. "Another one?" She asked, horrified. She thought she'd deal with one at a time. Now there were two. "Take her to a bed Weasley." She said, indicating a bed next to Harry's.
Ron walked Hermione to the bed. He helped her into it, and then Madame Promfrey tossed him a hospital gown. "Put this on her. She can't have that baby in her pajamas." Ron looked horrified at the thought of helping Hermione into her pajamas. That would mean he would see her nearly naked.
"Here." Ginny said, setting her sponge into the container with cold water. "I'll help Hermione, you sponge Harry's forehead."
'See Hermione naked, or see Harry in horrendous pain?' Ron asked himself. He didn't want to do either. But, sticking with the latter, he let go of Hermione's hand, tossed Ginny the gown, and went over to resume Ginny's position next to Harry.
"This is really bloody awkward. Shirty pieces of bloody ass-" Harry said.
"What is?" Ron asked, interrupting Harry's tirade.
"The fact that you're bloody standing over my bloody fuc-"
"Harry, don't say that word." Ron warned. If Ginny heard him say that, she'd flip. So would Madame Promfrey.
Harry said it anyway. "…head sponging it, while I'm in labor, getting ready to give birth to a bloody baby boy! I swear to bloody Merlin this bloody ass of a fu-"
"Harry don't say it."
Harry said it. "…will die if I find out who made me go into such bloody pain!"
Ginny came back moments later. "Bloody mother devils spawn from hell!" Harry screamed, clutching Ron's hand and squeezing it. Ron gasped in pain. His hand jerked, knocking over the sponge and it's little bowl.
When Harry released Ron's hand, Ron shook it. It hurt badly. Ron moved out of the way, and Ginny resumed her spot next to Harry.
Ron traveled back to Hermione. "You okay?" Ron asked, sitting on a chair next to her bed. His feet hurt.
"Fine." Hermione said around an ice cube. She offered Ron one. He declined. "The pains almost gone."
"But when your water breaks, doesn't that mean the baby's on its way? Like soon?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. It's just kind of gone, but it still hurts."
Madame Promfrey left her office. "Weasley, Potter's going to St. Mungo's. You're going too." Madame Promfrey said, talking to Ginny and Harry.
"I am not bloody leaving this Merlin damned bed." Harry said, glaring at Madame Promfrey. "You'll have to carry me."
"Is Harry okay?" Hermione asked, peering over Ron's head. "It sounds like he's in a lot of pain."
"He is." Ron said. "I'm guessing the baby is coming right now, or a little later."
"I'm excited for him!" Hermione said giddily. "I can't wait until I have the baby!"
"You're looking forward to the pain?" Ron asked. He was afraid for Hermione's sanity.
"Of course I am. It's one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have!" Hermione said. "And now I can share it with you."
Ron didn't say anything. His mind was trying to think of something to say about Hermione's comment, but it was being overwhelmed with other things, and Harry's nonstop swearing.
"Harry must be hurting a lot." Hermione said. She then looked at Ron. "Are you okay?" She asked. "You're awfully pale. You're freckles are standing out a lot."
"Well, both of my best friends have gone into labor, and I know I'm next. Listening to Harry, I know my labor is going to be the same, if not worse. I'm scared." He whispered the last part almost to himself. Hermione smiled at him, and took his hand in her own.
"It's for a good cause." She said warmly. "Just wait until you see the thing that pops out of you! It'll be a beautiful bundle of joy."
"You're getting sentimental on me Hermione." Ron said, smiling at her. Hermione smiled back, and popped an ice cube into her mouth.
Minutes later, Ginny appeared. "We're leaving, wish us luck!" She said, smiling at them.
"Luck!" Ron and Hermione chorused. She let go of Ron's hand to give Ginny a squeeze. Ginny hugged Hermione back, and then hugged Ron quickly, before leaving, going back to Harry. Soon Harry's swearing was gone, and it was quiet in the Hospital Wing.
Madame Promfrey walked to Ron and Hermione. "How are you feeling Granger, are you close?"
"No. It's almost gone." Hermione said.
"Gone?"
"Gone."
"Gone?" Madame Promfrey asked again. "That's awfully puzzling. Weasley, come with me." She said. She pointed to a drawn curtain. Ron slowly got off his chair and followed Madame Promfrey. Behind the curtain, Madame Promfrey made Ron stand. She checked his eyes, and mouth, before saying, "Lift up your shirt."
Ron looked at her skeptically, but he did as she said. She bent low and inspected his stomach. She jabbed his stomach with her finger. "Ouch!" Ron said, flinching away a couple inches.
"Did that hurt?" She asked.
"Of course it did! You just jabbed me with your finger!"
Unfazed, Madame Promfrey continued her inspection. "Has your navel moved?" She asked.
Ron gulped. "Moved?"
"You know, flipped inside out and then moved out, flipped back in and moved further in? You should know, it's very painful."
"No. That hasn't happened."
"Are you sure? Have you felt any discomfort?"
"My hand hurts." Ron said, showering her his bruised hand. "Other than that, no."
"Well…this is interesting." Madame Promfrey said. "Very interesting."
"What?" Ron asked, afraid.
"It seems that you have to have your child first, in order forGranger to have hers." Madame Promfrey stood up. "Which means she'll be in labor until you have the child."
"That's unfair."
"She'll need to be under special supervision." Madame Promfrey said. "I think sending her to St. Mungo's will be sufficient."
"What about me?" Ron asked.
"You can't stay in the Hospital Wing." Madame Promfrey said. "You'll be restless. Can you handle your classes?"
"Alone?" Ron asked. Madame Promfrey nodded her head. "I guess…if it's necessary. But I have tomorrow off because of exams…no…I have exams tomorrow in some of my classes." Ron said thinking. "I think, but I've been excused from all my exams and N.E.W.T.'s until later this summer."
"Well, you're going to have to go to your exams." Madame Promfrey said. "Your sister is gone…is there anyone who is in all your classes, who can keep an eye on you?" She asked. Ron thought for a moment. Neville managed to be in all his classes…but he didn't want to depend on Neville…Seamus and Dean dropped Care of Magical Creatures, and Dean dropped Divination…Malfoy was out of the question…
"No, no one I can think of." Ron said.
"Then you'll write your mother. Maybe a sibling will be able to come and visit. Merlin knows you have enough." She said. "I won't send Granger until you have a reply, and don't come back until you have one either." She ushered Ron out of the Hospital Wing, making sure he made it down the corridor safely. She then went to Hermione, who was having labor pains.
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BB/N: "Bloody mother devils spawn from hell!" I said that once, when I hurt myself. I screamed it at the top of my lungs. I'm not sure why, but I did it...
I'll update again real soon. The next few chapters are going to be...well...I shan't tell, shall I?
Did that make sense...Shan't tell...I read that in a fanfic once...
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