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-six: Only Ones Home

Ron yawned. He had fallen asleep in the Great Hall, waiting for owl post. He wrote his mother almost immediately after he left the Hospital Wing, stopping to use the bathroom on his way. He borrowed Dean's owl, who was in the room at the time. Dean was happy to let Ron use his owl, because Ron didn't trust himself to go up the stairs to get his owl.

Then he went to the Great Hall where he waited for owl post to come. Ron fell asleep, after looking up at the ceiling and seeing the sky going a pink and purple color. Ron assumed it was nearing five o'clock.

Two hours passed, and it was nearing seven o'clock.

The first person to enter the Great Hall, that morning, was Professor Dumbledore. He had heard about Harry and Hermione, and he was slightly surprised to see Ron asleep at the Gryffindor table. Instead of going to his seat at the Head table, he sat down across from Ron at the Gryffindor table.

"Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, shaking Ron. Ron woke with a start.

"Did I wake you?" Ron asked groggily. A moment later he shook his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "No, because you woke me." He mumbled. Again he rubbed his eyes, before taking a good look at the person in front of him. "Good morning Sir."

"I'm sorry if I woke you at an inconvenient time."

"No, I'd wake up eventually." Ron looked around. "Has owl post come yet?"

"Nope." Dumbledore said.

"If you don't mind me asking-"

"I don't mind you asking anything." Dumbledore said, twiddling his thumbs.

"How come you're up so early? I thought Hermione and Snape were the only people who got up early."

"Professor Snape." Dumbledore corrected. "There are hundreds of people who get up early. You'll never notice until you get up early yourself." Ron nodded his head. "I heard Mr. Potter and Miss Granger went into labor last night."

"Yes. I have to go to classes because I'm not ready yet. Which means Hermione's going to be in labor until I have the baby…which isn't fair."

"Sometimes life isn't fair, Mr. Weasley."

Ron sighed, leaning on his elbow. "Tell me about it."

"Well, you see, life isn't really fair though. People die, people get hurt, people lose jobs pe-"

"I was being sarcastic." Ron said. "Sir." He added quickly.

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course. Ooh look, breakfast has come." Dumbledore picked up his fork. "My knees aren't how they used to be. I'm going to be stuck at this bench. Might as well eat at this table."

Ron shrugged his shoulders. He began dishing up his plate, just as Dumbledore was doing. Ron was surprised when he and Dumbledore began having conversations about things surrounding them like: the war, the weather, classes, work, quidditch, and the color orange. People were staring at them as they went to their tables. Dumbledore had never sat at a student's table, at least as far as they could remember.

Ron finished his breakfast, nearly inhaling it. He was anticipating the owl post, because that would mean his mother was sending someone to be with him! Which was wicked awesome!

When owl post finally came, Dumbledore was just getting up from the Gryffindor table, his knees making horrible cracking noises. Ron waited, and no owls came for him. Not one single owl.

Ron sat, disappointed, that his mother hadn't sent him a letter yet. But he soon grew depressed, when he saw the two red heads that walked into the Great Hall.

"Hello Ronnie my boy!"

"You're looking plump!"

Two people who looked like each other attacked Ron. They ruffled his hair and slapped his back, until Ron was sure that the baby was just going to pop out of his stomach.

"Okay Fred, George, hello to you too." Ron said, not exactly happy. The twins liked to goof off and tease. Tease Ron…who didn't want to be teased.

"Aren't you happy to see us?" Fred said, mock angry.

"Of course I am." Ron said, slowly getting up.

"Mum sent us with this." George tossed a parcel into Ron's hands. He barely caught it. "Now while we're telling Dumbledore why we're here, you go see that beloved pregnant, hormonal, temperamental, distraught, laboring, mother of your child of yours, Hermione Jane Granger, and make sure the baby's head doesn't pop off." George said. Fred gave Ron a small, barely there push, so Ron would start moving.

"Don't over exert yourself." Fred said.

"Mum said if you did, the baby would come out of your mouth!" George added.

"Mr. Plump chap of the year!" Fred said.

Ron's ears were bright red as he made his way out of the Great Hall. At least Malfoy wasn't in the room to witness it. He'd make fun of him faster than you could say, Encyclopedia or Cinnamon or even Aluminum Foil.

Ron trudged to the Hospital Wing, and when he reached it, he was angry that Fred and George came. His mum had to be insane! How could she send both Fred and George?

Ron stopped when he entered the Wing. Something bizarre was going on.

Madame Promfrey was looking at Hermione, as she had a blonde haired boy around the neck. He was purple, but no one in the room seemed to care. Hermione was shaking him, screaming at him at the same time.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE POTION YOU PUT IN MY GOBLET IN AUGUST?" She shook him roughly. "ARE YOU THE ONE WHO KNOCKED US UP?"

Ron was standing still, unsure what to do or say. Then Hermione spotted Ron. She let go of Malfoy, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. "Hello Ron!" She said happily. "I just learned who got us pregnant! But let me tell you that later. Come hold my hand. I feel pain."

Ron stood his ground for a moment longer, before walking over to Hermione. Madame Promfrey was now helping Malfoy up, and putting him in a bed, far away from Hermione. Hermione grabbed Ron's hand, and squeezed it. Ron closed his eyes in pain. He, while his eyes were closed, was sponging her forehead too.

When Hermione was finished, and she had let go of Ron's hand, he opened the parcel to read what his mother wrote. In a brief and unfair description, she wrote,

Ron,

They were the only ones home. Sorry.

Love,

Mum and Dad

"What's that?" Hermione asked, peering at the parchment.

"Something so unbelievably unfair." Ron murmured. He crumpled the parchment and threw it, missing the garbage can by a few centimeters. "I guess you're going to St. Mungo's."

"Aren't you coming?" Hermione asked, scared.

"Nope. Madame Promfrey said I couldn't. But I swear! I'll be there when I go into labor, and then I'll run to you really fast."

"I doubt that." Hermione said. "I guess I can go by myself. Can you please go into labor, right now?" She asked, squeezing his hand. Her eyes closed too.

"I can't just go into labor!" Ron said. "It just happens."

"All right. I'll quit hoping and wishing." Hermione said.

Ron was quiet a moment. There was a question that was begging to come out. It had been bothering him since September. But whenever he thought he could ask Hermione, he would never do it. But at that exact moment, he thought now was a good time to ask. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you feel about my baby?"

Hermione looked at Ron, an odd expression on her face. "What do you mean…?"

"I mean, do you love it?"

Hermione looked at Ron a moment, not comprehending what he was saying. She thought of his question again, and then she nearly glared at him. "Of course I love it!" Ron looked at her. Hermione continued. "I love it like it was growing in my own womb. It's the twin of the daughter that I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm carrying both of them. I'm connected to yours. It's almost as if I know it just as much as I know mine." Hermione thought a moment. "Of course I love it." Ron smiled at Hermione, relief washing over his features. "Were you worried that I'd only love mine?" Hermione asked.

"Kind of." Ron said. He and Hermione sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

Madame Promfrey walked towards them, wiping her hands off on a rag. "Weasley, did you find someone to help you in classes?" She asked.

"Yeah…I ought to go to classes…I wonder if Fred and George got my books." Without thinking, Ron kissed Hermione on the cheek, and then left her bed, leaving the Hospital Wing.

Hermione stared at Ron a moment, and then she turned to Madame Promfrey. "Did he say Fred and George?"

BB/N: Where'd Harry go?

I used unnecessary explanation marks in a sentence. I like ! marks.

I deleted myone story...too angsty for Bob Bennit...but if anyone wants the other chapter, because there's two, put it in a review or something with your e-mail...I'll send it to you.

JUST SO PEOPLE KNOW...

The next chapter will be emotional...I got to into the emotions...very to into the emotions...